excuse my rudeness.
but.
my blog is a privilege. not a right.
and i know that sounds horrible, but i wrote when i started that my posts probably wouldn't remain novel-length, and now people think that if i don't write for a day, it's either a. because i hate you or b. because i'm deathly ill. but honestly, it is as tiring to describe every single little thing that i saw/did/said/wore/ate on this as it is to do so on the phone, and i'm tired, and i'm have homework, and crap, and now on top of that i'm sick, and during the day, when i'm in class and bored, i think of all the things i'm going to write on this blog, but right after class we have lunch, and right after that we usually have an event that we're expected to attend, and right after that we have dinner, and that brings us to 8pm. That's when I start the homework, maybe, MAYBE, have a coffee with people, (but usually only in the context of our lobby-homework-parties,) and then call one of you or talk online or check my email. Soo I'm sleepy. And I'm really not doing all that much.
Snippits about everything:
I have class every day. The classes aren't that hard for me. There are only 5 people in my class. A couple people say that they don't understand everything they hear and read, whereas I usually do. But I really can't speak at all, still, and my writing is pitiful at best. (Hence the fact that the homework takes me foreverforever.) So the class as a whole averages out to a pretty good level for me.
The trip to bran/brasov was good. It rained at brasov. But I really wanted to find these tea kettles that I thought were super cool, (even though they weren't really THAT special,) and I did. So I was glad. The castle at bran was beautiful, but more for the views from the castle windows than for the castle itself. When we arrived at brasov, we went to a restaurant that had long tables set out for us, already set. The appetizer that was on the table was all beautiful, with a tomato stuffed with vinete, and some cheese, and cute stuff like that. Then soup, main course, dessert. During the meal there were all these dancers dressed up in traditional Romanian clothing dancing traditional dances from Brasov and it was crazy and ridiculous and awesome and actually quite impressive. And when they weren't dancers, there was a singer singing along with the live band. (Band was also dressed in Romanian garb.)
My friend Alida left, which makes me really sad because she was honestly so so so sweet. Her father lives in Romania, in Craiova, with her grandfather, and her grandfather was sick for a while, but has recently become more ill, so she left to go be with him.
And last but not least, today i went to the hospital. That was eventful. Alexandra, Oana's older daughter, took me in the morning. (I didn't go to class.) It's so funny, because the hospital signs are blue, with a big white H on them, like in america, and then underneath it says "Spital." Now...why would the signs here have an H on them if the romanian word for hospital starts with an S? Anyway, so I went because my stomach has been totally out of wack for the last couple days, starting with Thursday I guess. And most of the time it wasn't constant, but would be like (what I imagine) contractions are like? I dunno, every 5/10 minutes my abdomen/stomach would just tighten up like mad and it was rather painful and pretty unpleasant. And then last night I thought to check if I had a fever, and I kinda did, (100.1. eh.) and so I went to ask Oana if if I was still sick in the morning, if I could go late to class, or miss it altogether. (This was equally because I felt like shit and because I hadn't yet done my 150 word tema and really didn't want to.) Anyway, she said that because of the fever and because it had been for a couple days straight she really wanted me to go to the doctor. I knew that the fever would be gone in the morning, but I agreed and this morning, we went. The hospital was pretty funny actually. We walked to where the hospital used to be, only to find out that it had moved, and so we took a cab to the hospital. Then were 2 slightly more urgent emergencies, so they went first, and then the doctor saw me. He asked me some questions, Alexandra translated everything, (though I did understand what he was saying,) and then he gave me 3 medications for my stomach. Then he told me to go into the hallway and sit. Sooo I did. And he or the nurse would come by every 8 minutes or so to ask if I was better, and I would say that I wouldn't, and they would say "ok, sit a little longer." That went on for a good half an hour or more, and then my head started to hurt, so next time he asked if my stomach was better, i said no, but that my head was hurting. sooo he gave me something for my head. And then, all drugged up, I was told to sit. So I did that for another 15 minutes and finally i told Alexandra that we might as well just peace out cause this was stupid. So i got a prescription, which Alexandra filled for me a little later, and we left. I slept for maybe half an hour when i got back, and my stomach felt slightly better, but it's kind of moved from the bitchy contractions to just constant icky-ness. (for any friends that are reading this, i'm truly sorry to talk so long about the intricacies of my illness. for you it is too much, but for my family members it is significantly too little. best middle ground i can do.) So Oana and family are on crazy food-watch for me, and for lunch and dinner, Oana asked them to make me rice+grilled chicken, and pasta, respectively, which was super nice of her. And I've been drinking mint tea. Which I dislike, but I've been told it's the only type of tea i'm allowed to drink. The whole family is extremely sweet and nice and funny and wonderful.
Anndd now my nose is running like mad and that just started and i hopehopehope that i'm not getting a cold cause that would really suck.
Today we visited the castle at peles. Being the lazy-sick-bum that I am, Smaranda, Alexandra, Carmen, and I split a cab to the castle. (everyone else walked. ~45 min walk.) The castle was absolutely beautiful, inside and out.
Now i'm gonna go, because despite the fact that I want to talk about how i hate taking ugly pictures of beautiful things, and I want to talk about how my balcony could redeem everything bad on the trip, and about the awkwardness of asking a guy where his wife was staying, and being told he was married to a man, and about the fact that this same guy actually fainted briefly today, and more about living with carmen, and about buying a pencil and it not coming with any lead in it, and about alllll this random crap.....well despite my desire to talk about all that, i'm tired. and i want to go upstairs and take a shower. and i want to go to bed (relatively) early because i think it'll make me feel better, andd yeah.
i love you all a LOT and i'm sorry that i'm not in contact as much as you'd all like, but it's not cause i don't want to talk to you, just because I'm lame and boring and tired. butt i miss you all a lot. and will trytrytry to write something of substance soon.
night
