A cup of hot choco is always twice as nice...

On sunday I went to school to work on my final term paper dealing with Gender and Tranlsation...who does it better. But that's not the interesting part. Two things happened. I saw a grandmother and grandmother fall down and my muesli bar got stuck in the vending machine.

I was leaving the train station to catch the bus that takes me to the uni and there was this older woman walking with a little girl. The grandmother points out to the little girl that the bus is at the stop so they should walk faster. In the process, the little girl trips, the grandmother tries to keep her from falling and trips herself. As she trips, she proceeds to fall bringing the little girl down with her and SMACK! They both fall face down on the curb. I was right behind them. I saw it happen in slow motion. I was in such shock that all I could do was stand with my mouth open in anticipation of watching to head crack right open on the curb simeotaneously spurting blood all over the place. I tried to help them up, but they said they were ok and continued as if nothing had happend, even though the little girl was crying like someone had tried to kill her.

At school, I realized that I have forgotten my lunch and on sundays nothing at the uni is open. So I had to resort to the choco machine which has great chocolate milk for $1.50 and the vending machine. After two chocolates I decided that I needed FOOD. So I stand in front of the vending machine for about ten minutes trying to decide whether I wanted choco bar, pretzels or gum or a museli bar. I went with the muesli bar even though it was $2.20. I put in my change pressed the corresponding buttons and watched the little metal coil spin but fail to release my muesli bar. It just hung there by a little corner of the wrapper. Darn! I hit the machine, but only succeeded in attracting attention to myself so I gave the muesli bar the look of death and left to go catch the bus. I was angry. I was hungry. I miss the bus. I'm still hungry so I decide to go back to the library with the last $2.20 I own determined to get the best of that vending machine. I bought another muesli bar and my original one dropped into the slot with the new one. It says on the package its a "mini-meal". Whatever that means. I needed a meal right then and there. I had originally decided just to eat half of it becauese it was more sweet than health, but I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast so I ate the whole thing. That resulted in a stomach ache and irrational guilt for eating the whole thing.

I also have started writing what will someday become a book about my adventures as an vegetarian exchange student in meat-eating Spain, living with a host-mother who had nothing motherly about her. There is just so much to tell about living with a host mother...its absurd. My favourite, is my magic stove story which involves a fantastical lie, a broken stove, power outage and repair men. My good bad-cheese dinner is another gross but all time favourite. I've never eaten so much bad food in my life in such a short period of time! There are the free for all weekends when she would leave me home alone every weekend to stay with her mother and I'd have people over, the night I stayed our really late, got really drunk, came home, left all the lights on, slept in the nude with a tomato stuck on me and left my door open, the time I snuck Bill in and hid him under the covers while my host mother got ready for work...the stories are endless.