everyone around me seems to be getting tattoos for some reason. i guess with all the change thats happening. the only tattoo i can think of that i would want would be a very short word written inbetween my toes. maybe ¨Hi¨ or ¨Toe.¨ Casey has RIGHT written on the bottom of her right foot, and her friend has left which is pretty cool. but she said it hurt so bad she almost had RIG there forever. a squid on the bottom of my foot or armpit might be nice. im not going to get a tattoo though.

my friend has typhoid, so i like to go there and play with the hospital bed. the room there is a clean suite that echos like a cave, theres no smoke detector, and the food is regulated. the liquid in his IV makes his arm so cold, i dunno why they dont nuke it up or something. how much does a hospital bed cost. spanish class can be hard to handle for 2 hours straight everyday after all the not-being-in-school i´ve been doing. i vouch for field trips,songs, southern accents while speaking spanish, and food regularly. i´ve been pooing solidly and AT THE SAME TIME EACH DAY! for quite some time now. my host mom is so clean and insists on things like pick up the chair and move it in instead of scooting it, and remakes my bed after i make it. i have an uncontrollable urge to pour mud on her, because i feel like it could change her outlook onlife or something. i basically .live next door with lucy and nicole and their lesbian moms, who are very loving. their son is named llomar, which i feel is like a verb that should be conjugated. thats like me hving a friend whose name ends in -ing or something. my personal professional chef host dad carlos hasnt been able to cook lately due to ear swelling, so its been hard times in the culinary department.at the volunteer project i´ve been finger painting (except they painted my face and the paper) with the kids and gardening on an extremely steep cliff to the sound of dogs. weeding is very therapeutic, and my forearms hurt. there are 2 kids in paticular that are so cute im thinking about kidnapping them and taking them home. in my room at home there is very little wall decoration, and what there is all has to do with the netherlands for some reason. the mcflurrys dont have sizes here. the dancing opportunities here are quite good, and i dance every night before bed. i´ve been having unusually symbolic dreams, but cant quite put together what they symbolize. it must be the malaria pills. also, my tye dye was lost in the laundry at the school. then miraculously, 3 days later, a woman recognized it as mine and gave it back to me.