17 days people 17 days.

So, I really just want to come home at this point. I've been sick for a week straight, cannot eat anything and what I can eat is so bland and boring that it just makes me want to throw myself off a 90 story building. I actually thought  I was better yesterday since I went to school and made it through the day for the most part but then I got home last night and haven't felt good since. My stomache is in excruciating pain, usually when I am sit I shower myself in treats such as chocolate and icecream  but clearly I cannot do that because this time it is a stomache ailment so I officially have no outlet of happiness. I can't even describe to you how many movies I have watched since last week it's just retarded. Thank god the spaniards are gone and the internet is working! I only have about 5 days left of this happiness so I need to milk it for all it's worth. We have a long weekend this week and seeing as I cannot drink and that's all these people do around here I have no clue what I am going to do, I have cabin fever from spending so much time in baradas and If i  have to eat any more soggy white rice and apples I might murder someone. But on the bright side, the cleaning lady changes our sheets yesterday for the first time in a month and a half. I am thrilled about this. My bed was so gross and crusty I was going to refuse to sleep in it anymore and just stay up all night sitting on my chair staring at the ceiling. But yeah, this has been my life for the past week. Absolute boredum. I could be doing all the homework I have or studying for my finals which I have in a week and a half but that would make too much sense and nothing makes sense in spain so it would be rude for me to go against the norm wouldn't it? I mean i'm pretty much a rule breaker all around with my big boobs and sandals so I might as well follow one thing that they do...