It was bound to happen sooner or later...
nnngh, I'm ill.
Nothing overly serious, just a sore throat - but I don't cope well with the slightest of health problems, I hate being ill so much that I refuse to accept it and stress out about it, making myself feel worse.
Hurry up and go, cold.
Hum, so I had an okay weekend in Belmez. We arrived on Friday night and Az was all 'PARTYYYYYYY!!!' (whilst I was hoping to just get to her mum's house and pass out on the bed). In the end we did go out, to one of the clubs in the village (there's no cinema, but there are four clubs). Surprisingly, I actually quite enjoyed it - turns out doing that sort of activity with people you know well is so much better than clubbing with people you've met 5 minutes ago through your flatmate.
I got to see Cris, Marina, Sara, Antonio, Ivan, and Victor again, which was nice - and the fact that I spent the night talking to them is what probably made it better.
Saturday was just a long lazy day. Until about eleven pm, when we went out to another club. Sofia clubbing two nights in a row = tired and uncomfortable Sofia who would have much rather preferred to watch Warehouse 13 on TV, but what can a girl do? El Plaza - this second club, was tiny, and even more packed than the one on Friday had been. After a while, standing around got a bit tiring - to the point where I was starting to worry whether it was really that odd that I was finding this unenjoyable whilst the others were having a great time.
I was kind of surprised - well, not surprised, because I'd already gotten this vibe from her before - that Sara, too, was just sitting there staring into space as though wishing she could be anywhere else. Sara is one of a kind - because she also is pre-disposed to anxiety, yet people (our friends) kind of link that aspect of her with her personality, thinking she's frail. Which she's not. She doesn't stay out as long as the rest of them - even sometimes not going out at all. When she's not out, Az tells me, in an incredibly patient voice that tells me that she's anything but patient with Sara's habits, that she's not feeling one hundred percent.
I seriously don't understand why it's so hard for people to undestand that some people aren't as extroverted as them.
Sara and I started talking about the Hunger Games trilogy (AWESOME books which she introduced me to) and other books and films, which made the time go faster, but then she had to leave. We all danced/drank a while longer, and Marina came up to me asking me which guy in the group I liked the most.
Village mentality. ARGH.
Marina - most other girls in the group as well actually - seem to think that because we're in a group with guys, there abslutely must be one guy in the group that we each like. Note to Marina: I don't like any of the guys. As friends, yup, but not as boyfriends.
The poor girl couldn't understand it, because she told me that she could, and I quote: 'Conseguirte el que quieras.' (Get me any guy I wanted from the group.)
When people try to matchmake me into a couple - the only thing I can do not to get angry is adamantly insist that NO.
Sunday, we woke up at one, and then got the bus back to Cordoba. I couldn't wait to get home (and shower, pack my uni bag, skype with the parents etc) though Az's boyfriend turned up and delayed these activities somewhat.
Az's boyfriend is round all the time now. I'm starting to mind it less, but also starting to mind it more, if that makes sense. As in, I'm more comfortable with him being here, but, for fuck's sake, when I go to bed, he's still here, and when I get up, he's already here. Az is totally smitten, which is cute, and the guy is really funny. He's into the same kinds of things as us, and has given me a detailed summary of what's happened in Naruto without me having to read it :D
But trying to watch Warehouse 13 on the computer (with headphones on, as to not disturb them) whilst Rihanna or whatever is belting out of one of their laptops is....well....RAGE.
People interrupting my Crime Dramas...nnnnngggh