This evening, a bunch of friends of my roommates came over for Natalie's birthday. We had like a pre-party where we drank, hung out, and ate the cake I baked. Everyone enjoyed it and thought the frosting was really good. Even us who aren't huge fans of frosting enjoyed this frosting. Last night when I made it, I tried it before I finished and it was definitely too sweet, so I just added more milk, and it tasted perfectly. Then we went to this club called Gothica. It's the most expensive in Lima. (S/100.00) Natalile's and Katie's friend got us all on the list, so we didn't have to pay. The alcohol was expensive, though, so we just bought a bottle of whiskey and split the cost. I hate whiskey, apparently. It was pretty fun. It was nice if nothing else, but it wasn't really that special. Like, I didn't feel like it was extraordinary. To be honest, friends make the club experience, and that's something I've definitely noticed. Good music, good friends, and everything else will come. I noticed I was very cautious about dancing with guys which I think I have every right too be. For a few guy friends it wasn't necessary but for one, he was definitely pushing my new comfort zone. Everything was fine, though. It was a fun night, and Natalie had a good time which was the important thing. So excited for tomorrow, all ready to go.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
He's Almost Here :-)
Today was quite the busy day. I went to school early to go to confession, but there was no confession. They had adoration instead, so I stayed until I had to go to class. (truth be told tho I probably could have stayed until the priest put the Eucharist away) It was nice. I confessed my sins to Jesus, but it would be nice to see a priest. Class was so boring. We had a presentation apparently that I didn't know about. See! It's a good thing my Video 1 class is a group effort because I would not have done any of my assignments, lol. I didn't say anything, and I was glad because I am self conscious about my Spanish especially since I'm the only exchange student in my class. My group knows, and they understand. I guess it's silly to be self conscious of my Spanish because I know no one would judge me. I guess it's more of a personal thing. I want to be really good at Spanish, but I'm not. I suppose the only way to get good, though, is to practice. Afterwards, a few of us went to lunch, and the director, the other girl who probably should be producer instead of me, and myself finalized our report to submit to our teacher about our program, and the other girl and I made the shooting schedule. I told her I just wanted to see the outline, and she and I sat there for like an hour working on it. Oh! And it's been bugging me because everyone keeps referring to the narrador as voz en off, and I had no idea why it was called that. I asked one of the girls in my group, and she told me it was because the voice was off screen. That makes sense, so I was satisfied, lol. I spent all day working.
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