Sunshine, Moonlight, Good Times, Boogie...

So I'm going to do an update because a lot of funny/interesting things happened today. First off, I've decided to now call Magda 1 and Magda 2 different names. They're now Muffin 1 and Muffin 2. I just looked in my pocket dictionary and "magdalena" translates to MUFFIN! BAHAHA I just had an argument with Magda 2 because I didn't believe her on the translation. When I looked it up online, it translated it to "fairy cake." I've decided to just call them Muffin, of course not directly to them (shoutout to Ms. Hadley Gleason, who will always be the original Muffin).

I took my Spanish placement test. Don't ask me how I did because I honestly couldn't tell you: we'll find out tomorrow and that's when I'll worry. It really doesn't matter because I don't think they'll send me home if a did poorly... I think. Anyways, today was interesting nonetheless. We met up at the space and walked to the exam with Ana. Afterwards, a few of us had lunch on campus. Everything was pretty cheap and I had this croissant filled with "oozy" chocolate. It was very delicious and inspired Catie to buy one as well. Afterwards, we went back to the space and I went over my schedule with Ana. I decided to drop Contemporary Thought II, which was the class that I was supposed to have form 5 to 7 tonight. I instead chose to take another class, which is in.... ENGLISH! BAM! It's going to be a lot easier now that my university level class is in a language I fully comprehend. I was able to do that because I'm taking 5 classes, which qualifies me for 1 English class. It's not a cop out, believe me. It's a class that will probably transfer as 1.5 credits because it requires an extra hour a week... fun fun. Hopefully, it'll be interesting. I figure if I can barely stand to read Nietzsche in English, what are the chances I'll find him comprehendable in Spanish? Tomorrow, we're going on a trip to Tarragona! We leave tomorrow night and return on Sunday. We're staying in this little place that is probably comparable to a bed and breakfast. Chris and I are hoping that we have our own room, because then girls will have to squish together... I'm an ass, I know. We're going to do a lot of traveling and sightseeing, so I'll have some pictures to put up on facebook.

Tonight, we all decided to scrap plans to do the Pub Crawl. We decided that it's better to be able to go out at our leisure, since the Pub Crawl starts at 9 and we need tickets to go. 9 is when dinner starts here and we didn't want to go out and eat (too much money), so we may just have a few drinks elsewhere.

Update on my love life: nothing to report (I know you all are pulling for me!) I saw this unbelieveable Spanish girl on the train today and I got really excited that she was holding a UPF folder... UPF stands for Universitat Pompeu Fabra (everything here is in Catalan), which is the university I'm studying at. I was thinking to myself, "YES! I could potentially have class with her!" but that's now doubtful, seeing as I transfered out of my only university Spanish class. I was joking with Katie Laz today about how awesome it would be if I introduced myself to this girl later on and she said, "You had me at hola..." If only...

After our meeting at the space, I hopped on the train and was on the way home when I realized the croissant was not going to be enough food. I was starving and ended up doing the unthinkable. Against my better judgment, I succumbed to temptation: I went to KFC. Now, those of you who know me (which SHOULD be all of you) know that I'm a sucker for fried chicken. It definitely made me feel at home when biting into that crispy goodness. I ordered the 2 piece meal, but didn't know how to ask for a breast and wing piece so I took my big brother Dan Hoyle's advice: I asked the cashier if he spoke english. Luckily he did and he looked like he was filipino! Although we're not entirely sure, we'll make the Barcelona Filipino count 2.

I took my food to go and headed back on the train. I was slightly ashamed because it was definitely a tell-tale sign that I am American. I felt like the KFC was a flag that was coveying the message, "EVERYONE LOOK! Here's an American who has no desire to learn our culture and eat our food! Stare at him in disgust!" Obviously, I overthought the situation because I'm sure Spanish people like their KFC every now and again otherwise, why would there be one in Spain? Anyways, I felt less embarassed when this guy walked on the train and was wearing a tie that had computer keys printed on them. It was the tackist thing I've ever seen which was extremely confusing. For the most part, men here are entirely metrosexual. They have great fashion sense and always dress to impress. Anyways, I thought there was no possible way that a chicken eating American and a tacky Spaniard could be topped... but it happened. On comes this Spaniard in this purple shirt that's half buttoned. He turns on his headphones and starts listening to his music. First comes the foot tap. Then comes the rhythmic snap. Then comes the little shuffle. Then comes the singing. I $h!t you not, this man was singing at the top of lungs on the train. He's saying over and over again, "Sunshine... Moonlight... Good Times... Boogie." After doing some research on Google (shoutout to Sarah Hoyle!), I discovered that it's from a song "Blame it on the Boogie" by the Jackson 5. He definitely skipped numerous words in the song and decide to just say the last word of each line in the chorus. Now keep in mind, his English isn't that great so he's doing all of this with an accent. I'm sitting there looking around to see if anyone else notices. Of course they do, but they try to keep a stern face. Now, I was blessed with many talents: I can crack my big toes without touching them, I can look at stairs quickly and know which foot I need to start off on to end up landing on my right foot (I'm slightly OCD). As you can see, I was born with numerous abilities. I was NOT born with the ability to be subtle. I start smirking and eventually get to the point where I bury my face in my hands because I'm trying so hard not to laugh. After 5 minutes of this, the guy finally does a pretty sweet spin and shuffle off the train, to the delight of everyone else and to the dissapointment of me.

I will leave it at that. There is no possible way I can top that. Goodnight and remember to always boogie.