Jazz is my new project

Today I woke up late at like 830, hustled my butt and was out of the house BEFORE 9am. Which, for the record, is earlier than ANY OTHER DAY so far. Then I was like "oh I have time I can take the bus with the longer route" and ay dios mios I had a half hour and that stupid bus only gave me 5 minutes to get to class. Not taking THAT route again.

The past two days, our spanish teacher has played songs in spanish and we fill in the blanks with verbs we hear. So imagine roughly 20 americans trying to sing "A Quien Le Importa" by ALASKA and "HOMBRES" by Fangoria. By the way, both of the singers sound like men, which, oddly enough, neither of them are. Basically, 20 kids trying to find the right verbs and then getting so into the song that they sing it... all day long. However, we did learn how many languages we can say "thank you" in, and I think I was up to 7. WIN! In Lit we had to translate a poem, and dear goodness it took forever. The poem was beautiful, but when I translated it into english, it lost some of its magic. Sad. Paid for my ticket on the bus to Cadiz for Carnaval. Totally excited....

So excited, in fact, that after Mark and I walked home, we arranged to meet with Stephanie and Ilana at 630 at the costume shop to find outfits for Carnaval. Hilarity of course ensued as Stephanie may be my new favorite person. She's the ADPi from Berkeley, and I am glad I have her as a sister.

Cold shower again, Sergio says they'll look into it tomorrow. One can hope. Mason and Chris wanted me to join them at the Jazz Cafe at 10, but seeing as I didn't eat until 11, that was a no go. I still wanted to go out so MC asked Sergio to walk me to meet the boys so I wasn't shanked on the way there at midnight. It was awesome. The boys and I snagged seats right up front of the stage and watched a pianist, a violinist, a singer, a bassist, and a drummer just jam... the singer changed a few times (thank goodness for some people who have a voice), and I made a resolve to listen to enough jazz and learn the lyrics and go every week and EVENTUALLY push myself up there on stage and sing with the band. Wish me luck. Well, dad... there you go, I gave in. I'm listening to jazz.

Now its 2am and I have to translate a poem into english and hope I wake up in time to talk to the Dana Point family in the morning. Hasta Luego!