happy wednesday

My last post was sort of moody, I felt, so I have been wanting to write a peppier! happier! blog. But this is not it. I´m not sad or anything. I´m just . . . bleh.
You thought moving to another country would solve all of your problems, didn´t you? You´re so silly.
I am involved with a church that I like. On Saturday I went with some of them to do this program for kids in a poor area. The kids were really cool. They wanted me to teach them english next time I come.
I have a place to live. I will start paying rent when I get paid and that is really cool. Cooler than living in a hostel, although that sounds kind of romantic. I would meet people, but would have no space. I am taking really good spanish classes and like my classmates and teacher. I have a job teaching english, which I hate a little bit but whatever.
But some other things I was expectings, volunteering with this organization and working at this restaurant, I am unsure about because people haven´t been getting back to me. I should be proactive and just pursue other things, I know. Sometimes I do, sometimes I just watch tv.
You know how in the US they will put any crappy movie on tv? Well, here, they really put anything on tv. Even crappier, even stranger, more bizarre movies that you´ve never heard of.
You know when you start watching a movie and you don´t have the cable description of the movie so you´re just watching it to see what it is and the movie totally blows your mind? Like, I would never, NEVER have imagined a movie where Richard Gere is a gynocologist and Kate Hudson is his lesbian daughter who is going to marry a man and Liv Tyler is her girlfriend who is also going to be a bridesmaid and goes to see Richard Gere for a gyn app. And I realize this is a better known film, but I likewise could never have imagined a film with Morgan Freeman, Chris Rock, Aaron Eckhart, Renee Zwelleger and Greg Kinnear. While eating breakfast the other morning, I watched Chris Rock do a very unpleasant thing to Aaron Eckhart, who actually carried off a mullet and aviators. Sort of like the convenience store guy in Ghost World, but better-looking. Anyway. Being american, I love Morgan Freeman. And Christ Rock. And it was extremely disturbing to see them in an uncomplimentary light. I am barely recovered.