my dreams are getting a little ridiculous. i think i've heard other people talk about this too, but since i've gotten here, i've had weird dreams, just about every night. usually i don't remember them until they come flashing back to me in the middle of the day... was that reality or not? now i just need leo decaprio so we can perform inception. like earlier this week i woke up, and wasn't sure where i was: was i in my señora's casa? because i was just at home, realizing that i was home for christmas and could watch the last 2 seasons of friends that i didn't finish this summer! unfortunately, i have about 14 more weeks until i can do that. but they get a little more serious. this morning i woke up pretty upset, i'm talking 'in tears' upset, because i had a freakily realistic dream that i wasn't going back to villanova, but transferring to a school in boston. i think it was umass or something like that. i don't know, but it was awful. no offense, massachusetts, but i love philadelphia, pennsylvania, villanova & home FAR too much to leave it sooner than may 2012. i forget why, but my parents were making me do it. i had to choose a school, and i woke up after i started crying in my dad's truck, upset that i had to go. what is this about?! you'd think my head is on overdrive all day long, it'd wanna take a freakin break at night!
where's my patience? --
for as sweet and cute as my señora is, she's getting the teeniest bit on my nerves. there are small things, like why does she keep feeding me potatoes when we've had long conversations about how i don't like them? or why is it necessary that i have a novio (boyfriend)? we've gone over that i don't...and i'm so far away from anyone i would date, for several months, so why would i do that to myself? but then i'm skyping and she whispers as she walks by my door "tu novio?" ...haha nooo esperanza. i'm talking to my dad. let's look at this morning for example: my first morning without an alarm clock. awesome. i woke up around 9:30, but then went back to sleep, had that awful awful boston dream, then woke up again around 10:45. i went out to the kitchen were she was making herself toast, and so she put toast in for me too. then she realized she didn't have tea. she had run out...not a problem! it's not imperative that i have a hot drink for breakfast every morning. or at all really, but she insists. so i go with it. since i didn't want cafe con leche...i would have been fine with oj! or water! but no. she sends me to the store for tea. (i just woke up 4 minutes ago and i'm walking across the street, looking zombie-ish, to the store to buy tea. i come back, and eat up (and drink up)...and go to the bathroom, then sit down on my bed to start my relaxing sunday of reading and homework, when i hear: chica! chica. ven. ven. venga. venga. (that means, come. come. come. come.) the apartment's small. it's not like i didn't hear her. or as if i didn't respond with "si" each time, but it's gonna take me 2 seconds to slip my shoes on, since walking around barefoot inside means you'll get a sore throat. give me those 2 seconds, then another 2 to get from my room to you. i sound awful. i sound absolutely horrible. and i love esperanza. but i'm gonna need a little less rapid-fire conversation. (and by conversation, i mean her speaking and me saying "si," "no entiendo" or just nodding my head.
& this is just a fun little photo that i really, really love. i'm sure those of you who know these 2 hooligans will appreciate it:
love you!
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