Frosted Flakes

I've just got a bunch of random stuff with no real correlation in this one, but it's all pretty interesting, or at least entertaining.

So, the Frosted Flakes here, or their verson, rock.  The flakes are all big, and they are all a bit thicker than in the US.  They are also bowl shaped.  This means they are crunchier, and hold milk in them so that when you chew them, they become the perfect consistency.  Man, the small things are what I'm going to miss.

I had dream last night, partly in Spanish, I can't really remember much.  But it was set on a farm, I'm pretty sure I was a slave.  Somehow I was in the main house doing something and talk to people.  Numbers and simple words, but mostly just Spanish sounding jibberish.  There were a lot of dogs and dead ones, it was sad, but considering how many dogs I see here I'm not surprised they were in my dream.  Maybe next time it will be understandable Spanish.

More food.  I cooked taco salad and roasted vegtables, and once more they loved my cooking.  My brother asked my mom later why she doesn't cook like me.  So I guess I can win my family over with food.  I also found out where our food comes from since my mom doesn't cook.  There is a catering business next door and I guess they have something worked out so they can just get meals for the day and nothing big.  And on Mondays and Thursdays our maid cooks food that we sometimes have around for a few days or eat in one.  I also cooked frenchfries in oil.  Definantly better than in the over.

Ever more cooking, I grilled yet again at a party for Rotary students.  Most of us were there with the exception of a few.  Awesome food, great people, and a great house.  We were up really late just hanging out and having fun.  I couldn't ask for a better group of kids.  And a new girl from California showed up, something was wrong with her visa.  But, she too was great.

I hadn't thought about it before, but unlike at home, people can sell stuff in school.  They only sell food and candy, but still, I find it sort of strange.  I wish I could have done it at home though.  School brings me to another thing, SATs.  I am taking the SATs in November on the 6th.  I really don't want to, but I need to.  It's in Santiago, and my friend is taking them too.  I think we are going to take a bus up and crash at her sister's house or I might stay with my family in Santiago, I'll figure all that out later.  But as of now I don't have a calculator.  I'll start looking for that soon too.  But this now means I have to start studying English again, even if it is just vocab, and I'm already studying Spanish vocab.  To many words in my life.

At the same time as studying for SATs and learning Spanish I am looking at schools.  It's actually really exciting and I'm having fun.  I just really wish that I could make some school visits and see the campuses.  So far so good, all the colleges I want to go to have swimming and all my majors minus a few things here and there.  My SAT's as of now are actually acceptable to the schools too, not they are really all that bad.  So who knows, maybe I'll be at Brown, Bucknell, or Davidson next year.

Here is a good story, it was a while ago I just forgot about writing it.  I was coming home from the gym with Alex and we stopped to grab a drink, fruit, and other small stuff.  Just a small supermarket on the way home.  I walked in a woman was washing the floor with a mop.  Immediatly, I step on a little packet of something and bright red cream comes out onto my shoe and pantleg.  The packet said crema de something, who knows.  But of course, I had taste it.  It was bright read, said crema, and looked sweet.  I was completely wrong.  It was soap for washing the floor and had a nice oil taste.  I spit it out outside and rinsed my mouth out.  I don't know if anyone in the store saw or not, but if they did, that is a good foreigner story.

I just finished The Big Lebowski, a great movie about a deadbeat.  And I really want to try a White Russian, The Dude's (the main character) favorite drink.  It just looks good, I've been really into milk and milk products lately.

Now just two short things condensed into one, I miss my cats and I said that to my mom, and what does she do?  Nothing but goes and gets Toast, and holds him up to the screen for me, waving his arm the whole time.  The shirts here are too small and I could use a few new ones.  Two of mine I brough got strange stains on them, and a few other's it turns out are too small.

I find it strange the way I am getting on with my Spanish.  Unlike anyone else, it is easier for me to speak Spanish than to understand it.  I think it is cause I have been teaching myself some stuff and getting a decent amount of practice, while trying to understand Chileano, Chilean Spanish, is impossible unless they slow down.  I still need a lot more time.

Off to Santiago this weekend for a presentation my cousin is giving in her class.  I'm not really sure what it's about, all I know is that she is giving it because it is her last year in "high school".  But I'm happy to go, I love my extended family and maybe I'll get into the center of Santiago again.