But in a funny way.
okay, so first of all, my host parents went away for the weekend. I stayed here with my host sister and we held down the fort. This has no significance to my story whatsoever, except for her not telling me.
When I first came to Brazil, I thought there was a two hour time difference, I guess there was, but it turned to daylight savings time in New York, and it turned out to be three hours ahead here. Brazil does things differently, and until this morning, I was convinced they just did not change their clocks.
I woke up today at 7:15 A.M...which was horrible, because I leave for school at 7:25 every morning (it is a two minute walk, two blocks left of here, how convenient). I started freaking out silently. My entire host family was asleep. The parents here always are, as one works from home, and the other teaches at school at night time. I got dressed and ready to go, fresh faced (I'll add a little about this later) and knocked on the door next to mine, as she was sleeping still. No answer. I started to freak out a little, it was a weird combination, the sun was SHINING through my window, and my mental alarm clock (which I love) went off. It was time. Finally, at 7:35, late for school, she walks out of her room, and says "6:30"..."No, it's 7:30" I had protested..."6:30..." I looked at my clock, then my watch, then the other clock. 7:30. Daylight savings makes it six, and the clocks changed over the weekend. We, having stayed home, with no obligations, did not change them, and she had forgotten to tell me. Well, it was funnier in the moment. Exchange students are always the weird ones. But we make for a good time.
This morning, with extra time on my hands, I decided to put on a little eyeliner. I hadn't touched it since the Baile do Havai, and before then, I can't even remember. It's so weird that my makeup changes so much, but over the years I've been wearing less and less. I immediately washed it off this morning. I looked disgusting, and all I had applied was a teeny thin line to my top lid. Gross. I prefer just mascara now, just. I feel like girls who need to paint their faces everyday have something to hide. It's not pretty. On occasion, sure. ANYWHO, I'm not one to judge. We all know I'm a hypocrite.
This afternoon two of my good friends came over. I had hung out with them a few days ago as well, over the weekend, just walking around. I am pretty shy to speak Portuguese with most people, but with these two not at all. Wagninho is just goofy all the time, so I don't mind making mistakes, and he will correct me, but he understands for the most part. And as always, I just find getting along with boys easier. Yes, even here.
I've been singing a lot. I hate singing, but it gives me something to do. And not by myself. In class and when I walk and all the time. Not seriously, just goofily singing whatever lines come into my head. For the most part, its Lady GaGa and Miley and Justin Beiber....I know. I can't help it, they're catchy.
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