mexican schools are very cold. i go to school sick and come home sicker. and all my classmates are sick and my teachers. we're just stabalizing each other's illnesses. it's gross. if i were home, i'd have my mom make me a tortilla with cinnamin and sugar. i'm tired of quesadillas.

but i talked myself into staying here anyways.

hope=gone.

it was windy on friday, it was neat.

(maybe i wrote about you. it was kinda fun ( Read more... )

i feel good.

becky's leaving me here alone.

i wish i knew how to make friends.

usually i can sleep away a headache. i tried and failed. i've had a pounding head since last night. so i told my host mom and she said i should stay home and sleep in the dark. i've woken up from time to time, taken some drugs. i think my body's really pissed off at me.

i should eat.

or call. she could call ( Read more... )

i misspelled dinner ( Read more... )

today i ate a fiber cookie, a banana, 8 bites of papaya, and 3 prunes. i drank orange juice and water. for diner, my host mom's gonna give me a plum. i can't really eat ( Read more... )

i'm still sick. still. still. still.

i'm not just gonna live here, for a year..sick. it's not worth it. i cry too much.