she got the sickness

My host dad won't hug me y'all. It's official. I've got the sickness. So much so that I was sick on my birthday. Missed class two days in a row. Coughing, sneezing, sniffling. Using up the toilet paper as Kleenex because I used up all of the Kleenex. And just when I thought it would be cute to start making videos for the blog, I caught this nasty cold and now have what my mama calls "the cooties" under my nose. You know, the hardened, flaky, rough spot that forms around your nose when you blow it too much? Yeah, I have that and it's not cute. I was supposed to go out last night with friends, but honestly, would it have been cute for me to have kleenex in one hand, sneezing and coughing, with a drink in the other? Nah, not really. I was supposed to go to a percussion lesson this morning, but woke up sounding like the girl from The Ring. Yo, I'm sick. And it's NOT cute. I got one of the best emails from my homegirl Tae this morning. It brightened my day. I talked to my Dad on Skype for the first time. He was astounded by the technology and it was super cute to watch him discover it all. I procrastinated (and am still procrastinating) on a paper. I'm a terrible student. I also really want to be an eloquent speaker. I'm working on that self-development. Being sick has been a doozy because not only do I look sick, but I sound sick. I feel sick. And during this period of time, my poor little self esteem has run for the hills. I am watching Itty Bitty Titty Committee because I needed a good laugh. My internet is going in and out. And I realized that the only food that I've been eating for the past week is an egg with bread and cheese. Literally, I eat it like twice a day, every day. I feel like heavier but I want to be healthier. Somebody help me? All we eat is feijoada (beans and rice and meat). 

Graça asked me if she could flat iron my hair next weekend. I think she just wants to see how long it is and truthfully, so do I.  I have seen my hair straightened since December of 2008. I'm actually pretty sure that it's about the same length, to my chin, you know? Who knows. 

My house is filled with cigarette smoke which is definitely not helping my cough. I'm about to open my windows. I love my view. The sea, the cars, the clouds, the people. It's all so peaceful. 

I had a very deep conversation with my best friend today about the things I would re-do and re-live if I had the chance. It made me think.

Oh, and I youtube stalked chescaleigh and facebook stalked Z, and I'm proud. And I went through pictures on my computer and laughed at how I went through all of these different "stages."

Exhibit A:

What was going on?