13 November
Autor: Becca | Publicado: 2010-11-25T14:53:00-08:00

i had this fear that i wrote you such a depressing letter that you were confused how to write back and decided not to. and then i watched an episode of friends where pheobe and monica were cutting a friend out of their life by never anwering her calls and avoiding lunch dates with her. and im paranoid like that.
as i said in my little note on your wall, my super marathon novels are making me think of writing a blog, but just pretending im writing to you because i seem to write funnier when i write to you. (im actually thinking this is true because i tried to keep a diary and seriously it was boring. it lasted like 2 days here. and some scattered days when i missed home a lot. or ate really good food)
hahahahaha no bah (short for barb here) knows your not pregnant. the other day she had me retell this story for her friends so she figured out the funny part:) but i almost fell over reading your interpretation of what happened.
oh and the other day barbara and i were on omegle (have you heard about this? like an international chat room but you can use video, it sort of creeps me out but bah and her friends love it and one of them met their boyfriend on it) and i was wearing some very loose tank top that i used to think made me look butch before i realized i can never look butch and its slightly low cut and this guy we were talking to from turkey was just hilarious and i think drunk and he kept writing ur friend has good boobs. and finally i tried to cover them up because he started typing show show show? but i was wheeling my little chair behing bah to fix my shirt and my chair sucks and i fell. like really fell and my legs were in the air and barbara paused the video and we just cracked up and i layed there for like 3 minutes cracking up with my face all red. 
what is bietnot? are you trying to beijous? like kisses on the cheek?
oh wei your first cry. how did only a shower help you out? damn youre strong. i needed like a good hug and a lot of desserts before i was ok, but maybe thats just because i love desserts so much and ill make any sort of sad face to get some. (my host mom is so awesome. she realized that my favorite desserts are torte de limao and this sort of strawberry and custard tart and she buys them and other things like them like limao custard and limao potato chips and these little dried limes that i think i might send with your package for me)
oh and the nailpolish thing is definitely true here. like barbarah and i paint our nails every week partly because we never like a color longer than 7 days and because to have any chips is like a sign you live in poverty. like most people get this nails done at least once a week by pros. bah cut her nails the other day because they were all breaking (she grows them out really long) and she had a little funeral for them when she threw them away and then after she repainted them she kept saying her hands looked poor. like poor peoples hands and said she should go sell ice cream on the street...
here i feel almost like i have tons of money. because i get like $150 reals a month. (you may have noticed im rediculously stingy in the usa) and my host family insists (like really insists, once i offered to pay $10 for the kite i wanted to buy for bah's birthday and mae got pissed when i tried to give her the money and offered to spank me if i tried to give it to her again) on paying for dinner and movies and anything i do with barbara. because i am family:) so my money is strictly for clubs and clothes. next week bah and i are going to sao paulo for an art show that i payed for ($r45) and im going on a rafting trip with rotex ($r100) so im broke for the rest of the month
so i just realized i have to go really soon. my family is photographing a wedding and im going to help out and i have to look nice. so ill continue this later tonight, dont worry the rest of the novel is coming:)