Of course I'm eating myself into a stupor - in preparation for another month in a town whose only shop doesn't have butter - and it's great. Greens, eggs, yogurt, meat, bread... stuff that's just better here, as well as special, coastal things. I think we're having mussels at some point tomorrow, and my dad's melons have gotten so ripe and juicy and beautiful that I died this morning... okay, afternoon... when I got out of bed and came downstairs to find something to eat.
I am also finally over being sick, which is wonderful. I took Friday off as well as Wednesday, which is a shame because I have to make up for that huge chemistry test next Wednesday morning. All my friends here have school tomorrow, so I shall study insanely. By Friday evening I felt better and did some hanging, and a few of us decided to watch Some Like It Hot. We made cookies and locked ourselves in one of the rooms on my wing, and, ah... bras were put on stuffed panda bears, for a start. And when Marilyn Monroe is all over Tony Curtis on a 23-inch screen and there are blankets all over the place and you're as tired as we were, strange things happen. We also burned pieces of broken furniture and, for some reason, used-up Korean math papers, on the camp fire they sometimes set up on Friday nights. Midnight lights-out annoyed the hell out of me, but I was glad later because we all got up at 6:30-ish to get on one of three 7:15-ish buses to go home... four hours for me, and then another in the car. However: I acquired a really, really nice sweatshirt on the bus (thank you, L!)
(I took this before stealing his sweater. He's now said I can keep it (I hope it looks as good on me (wow, parentheses withing parentheses inside more parentheses... I'm treating this sentence like algebra)), because he's cool, and yeah, I know he's reading this).
(I figured out that my camera has two different black-and-white settings - genius amateur that I am, the manual is still on my to-read list) and then a few more clothes with my currently-extremely-popular-with-me mama before going home. I tore the Gap men's section up looking for just the right cardigan, and also (my host mother in Turkey will be pleased to know) found, finally, some brown mascara that didn't cost a year of college (My god, they give you a lot of free crap when you buy makeup. I now have all these removing things and sticks of black eyeliner and colourful powders I get the feeling are intended for eyelids and lord knows what else that I'll never, ever use. Okay, I lie, I will use them, for photo shoots, I'm just amazed what these companies will do to sell you a tiny tube of sticky supposed-sexiness. So actually, that's kind of cool). That made me happy.
Oh, and then there were these. How many articles of clothing do you see in this picture? This kind of thing - clothes so loud they keep me up at night - sets me squealing.
Saturday evening, I was back with the kids and it felt good. There are apparently some really fun new international students at my old school. I'm going to try getting permission to visit on Tuesday, just so I can hang out more and be berated by all my old teachers for not deciding to go to art school or something and heading up north. I'm going to bake some cakes to bring back with me, and also need to restock on essentials such as chocolate, chocolate covered almonds, chocolate dipped pretzels, hot chocolate, chocolate caramels and toothpaste.
Well, on Tuesday it's back