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so i wrote you a whole lettre in school, but itll be faster just to type it here and not send it sorry!BECCA! <--- in colorful purple and green high lightersso dear, i felt i owed you a lettre explaining all the great things that are happeninng to me because after reading about all your crazy times i tend to be very jealous, forget all the good things in my life, and just end up complaining. we are having amazingly different exchanges! but thats not all bad!LIFE IS GOOD. <-- green high lighter. very big. I have friends. im traveling. i get along with the other exchange students. lately french has been hard cuz ive been speaking too much english. HA! i had to give a presentation of all the books i read last year in english class (MY DOSSIER!) so anyway i had to present it in french to my french class. that was terrifying and thrilling all at once. i did terrible. no really. i did. the prof started trying to tell me a certain way to present it but i couldnt understand her. so she just gave up and was like do what u want. hahah and then she wanted me to talk about a certain something but i couldnt understand her. turns out she was saying Jane Austin with a terrible French accent. i have my embarressing moment now. i was trying to find a chiropractor, but i didnt know the word in french. so i was explaining to Pierre (hes like my h dad but i dont live with him) (oh and yvi was with me) that i was looking for a back doctor to crack (demonstrating) crack my back. he gave me a weird look and then gave me the name of a doctor (i dont think they actually have chiros here. something about how doctors do everything, not very reassuring.) and yvi and i left his pharmacie. yvi, who is very protective of me, stops me and says dont tell the doctor you want to crack crack. and i was like y?! turns out crack crack (craque craque) is slang or something for sex. yup. so i told Pierre i wanted a back doctor to help with my sex. yup. grand. hahahahhahaha and then! later yvi was asking what i did for the pain in my back and i told him i took pilules (which my french teacher had taught me meant pills) yvi stopped walking and was like, ur prego? and im like NO!! Y??? apparently les pilules are a certain type of prego pills. yup. im a crazy prego sex addict. hahahahhahahhaha thought ud enjoy that. my h fam is really really sweet. and really conservative. we get along. my h mom is a MOM. like she worries constantly if im happy. if i like it. if it pleases me. my h dad cracks jokes all the time but with a serious face so its hard for me to get its a joke. and most of the time i dont fully understand anyway
so it gets really confusing. my h sis is really sweet and we get along great. we share clothes and shoes and consult each other for fashion advice. And my h bro Jeremy is awesome. When he comes home we get to go out and thats always a good thing. im excited about my next fam. they have a fireplace! i love me some woodstove! :) its getting really cold here.you make me feel young cuz ur so old! hahahahhahahhahai just bought eat pray love in french. i just finished it in english. thought it was fitting. its pretty good. not great but good. i was thinking of loaning it to Sophie, pierre's wife (shes the most french woman i know. classy, skinny as a rail after 2 children, and loves cooking) i get mad at childrens books because when they have words i dont know and i have to whip out my dictionary and i think of all the little children that can read it and i cant. embarrassing. but i wish u luck on ur endeavor. my french was great over va k. i spoke it all the time and really well, but then i came back and spoke enlgish with leland. ive def gotten better but i need to stop the english. its bad. and my french writing is terrible. like really really. cuz i never have to use it. the phone. is the scariest thing ever! thursday yvi and i were going somewhere after school and he had to call his mom (she lives in the north, he lives at the orphanage in town. did i tell u this? very funny. hes not like oliver twist. i mean he goes to a private catholic school. his dad is dead and he doesnt get along with his mom (youd never know, he was soooo excited to see her over break) like tony our friend his roomate doesnt get along with either of his parents so he lives there. very crazy and weird but not at the same time.) anyway he was talking to her and then hes like wanna meet wei li? and hands the phone to me. i was mortified. i couldnt understand her. something about the bac (the big test at the end of the year) and i tried to explain i wasnt taking it cuz im done with school back home but yvi was mocking me the whole time so i was trying to beat him up at the same time. it didnt really work. 65%?!? im sooooooo jealous! bio is hard! all the names r different and my prof teaches it another way than i know so i dont really know what were doing. we do demos on the computer all the time....yeah. idk. i finally got a 20/20 on my big english test! hahahha and i got a 13/20 <---which is actually decent/ good its messed up here. on my math test but i was pissed cuz i only got one thing wrong. my prof is a dick. really. truely. not just saying that.
its the truth. he doesnt like the way i do math cuz its not his way. i say he can suck my decimals (he likes factions) but he treats the students like theyre dumb. its really rude.hahahhahahha blowjob and liar. very nice. good vocab,yes i saw JACQUES! it was great. made my paris trip.im sorry u dont get along with the others but they sound terrible so i dont blame u. and im not surprised uve captured the hearts of those poor brazilans. hahhaa poor suckers! WAIT! u and izzy arent talking!??!?! when did this happen!? and when were u home sick!?!? all i hear about is ur crazy parties! omg! fill me in GURL! im still contemplating what french things to send u. its too hot there for berets. the bread will go bad before it gets there (it goes bad after like 2 days) i wont be in paris for awhile so i cant really get u i love paris shirts....GRR! ill think of something! dont fear!im off to get my new phone! with an unlimited phone plan! yeah! and work on my project for chinese class with leland (chinese in america) and then go shopping and NOT do my history hw. (write an intro to society and economy in france. yeah. no thanks.) hahahaha
HEY! im sorry. i havent been home. you should write a blog ive decided. it would be histarical.Your novel def trumps mine. It makes mine look like a novelette. Youre harassing nice brazilian boys?! Waiters? Theyre prob falling in love with you! You shouldnt be so mean! Hahahhahaha tetters. Thats great. Yessssssssssssssssssssssssss skype. Soon. Bientot. Idk it in Portuguese sorry or id write it. Hahhahahha please make sure barb knows im not prego!!!!!!!!!! Hahahha I can just see it now. Between the lang problem and u laughing too hard she not getting the right story and thinking u have a crazy prego friend in france. Great, just what I need.I truly hate you. I not only have to go to school during tests but am supposed to try to do them! Its cuz my yeos wife is like the vice principal. Ewwww! It sucks. Shes like u have to start doing ur hw now...I was like: I never even know when we HAVE hw!Last night I cried for the first time since I got here out of homesickness. But after a nice long shower I felt a million times better. Its the weather here thats getting me. im convinced. Its sooooooooo gross. I know ur gonna tell me how warm and great it is there in ur bikini but it SUCKS here now. Rain several times a day. I havent seen the sun in more than a week, im starting to think its a myth..... they say this is the worst season. So that means it can only get better. Just hopefully soon! Its windy and cold and wet. The worst.I know exactly what you mean about the party and just wanted to go home (as our French/Brazilian home). It happened quite similar to u actually. One day within my first month here I went shopping with my h sis Glad and her friends. They spoke quick French that I didnt follow and Glad kept having to explain it in slow French that made me feel dumb. I was tired from not sleeping much the previous night and cranky. I also think I lost 20 euros. Money makes me cranky. Thats y im marrying a man whos good with money. thats the plan. Anyway I felt so distant and I just wanted to go home and curl up. We should def warn the outbounds about this next year!Ur h mom sounds amazing! That soooo sweet! My h mom just cares too much sometimes. They dont like chipped nail polish here so im kinda screwed.I DEF miss understanding everything. I like freak out when I hear ppl speaking English on the street. Hahaha I complain about the French staring at me when I speak English but I do the same to other tourists. HahhaaOh becca! Being on some crazy video! You should have been like heres my number. I want a copy! Hahahhahaha just to remind u at the end of the year that you used to not know Portuguese. OH! I love cee lo greens fuck you! It isnt very big here
and everytime I watch the music video im dying laughing and my sis is like oh, thats nice....hhahaha u have to understand the words I think to like the song. Your message is too long. Yup. Ur that cool! Oh man when frenchies try and say th it sounds like z or like they just have a terrible lisp. Soooooo funny. I dont think I told you this but if I did you are not obliged to read it: there are 4 phrases every French teen knows: 1) dis is not possible! (its a direct translation from French Cest pas possible! but they use it differently. Like when they cant believe something so its super funny for us Americans to hear it used like that. They also replace possible with terrible. With a very heavy French accent.) 2) I am a bad boy. (all of these are said with a terrible French accent) 3) Its ok. 4) Try again. (from video games.) GO LISTEN TO LOCA BY SHAKIRA. I LOVE it. I want to danse like that. Learn and teach me ok? Good plan. Oh and Bumpy Ride. Idk who sings it. If you cant find it let me know. Are you staying with this family until after Christmas? I change but my families are all friends so its not a big deal. I know all three. But you and Barb are close so youll prob still hang out with the fam!NO! hes NOT like oliver twist! Hahahhahhaa hes not like poor! Hahhhahahaha oh man. Ill have to give you a synapses of my friends:Yvi: like my best friend here. He thinks hes part Arab (long story having to do with teeth and a war and an un known grandpa) so thats why he looks like Italian. Hahaha he loves dansing. Is terrible at English and wants to be an airplane steward so he needs to work on his English. Everyone thinks were dating cuz we hang out so much. Hes super protective of me. he has more fashion sense than me and is totally straight. Like fuckfriend straight. Hahaha its a joke we have. He jokingly told me one day he had a fuckfriend. I still believe its true.Chris: his real names Jean-Stephane or something but he beats me up like Chris Brown and Rhianna. He hates his nickname. Hahaha but he still answers when I call him Chris so I keep calling him it. Hes in Tours this weekend visiting his girlfriend who he loves dearly. Chris is 16. hahahahha he just turned 16. like last week. But I sit next to him in all our classes and he helps with my spelling and grammer and when I cant read the teachers handwriting. Tony (Brittany = Brittany Spears who sings Womanizer which describes Tony): lives at the Orphanage with Yvi. Except both his parents are alive. He just doesnt get along with them. Yvis mom lives in the north of france he just doesnt get along with her, but hes so excited when he gets to go see her and
spends his birthday money on her Christmas gift every year.....like all of it. ANYWAY! Tony is funny. Hes the reason all of the sluts like me. Izzy is a friend of Tony and Yvis. his real name is Maxime or something but he looks like an Italian Stallion so we were gonna call him IS but then that got turned into Izzy. Everytime I call him Izzy he screams I LOVE YOU CAT-RINE! sooo funny. He doesnt understand what Izzy stands for cuz there isnt a word for Italian Stallion in French. So he hates it. I started looking for a danse class! And im tried a theatre group the other day! I sang for them and then the guy made me read a skit with him. Cold reading in French is painful. Like bad. Hahaha I dont travel that much! It just seems like it. Last weekend I got a new phone and watched a movie. I forgot what else I did, today , Saturday, im going lazer tagging with my h sibs and Leland and then idk whats going on. Jeremys home and is going out tonight with friends. Maybe ill convince him to take me....he loves me well c! and tomorrow. Lunch with the grandparents. (the uncle who lives with them told me I shouldnt wear my thumb ring bc it could get caught on something and then I wouldnt have a thumb anymore. Hahahahhaha)What about your weekend? Crazy nights out? Beaches? Bikinis? Oh man! Im sooooo jealous!
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 monthso 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:)
Yesterday my family and i drove to a neighboring city to have dinner, and then decided to go farther and visit the next closest city for some chic pizza and we picked up their very flamboyent friend to come along with us. and his favorite thing was to ask me to speak english to our poor waiters when they came by. so i asked for juice in english and confused one waiter until we finally just told him we were joking, but when i asked for more pizza in english the other waiter understood nothing but just put a piece on my plate. and we loved it. i think it was the most english i've spoken in a long time. we need to figure out a skype calling time because i would love to talk to you:) <---- if i was writing this it would be in colorful large letters (and i feel the need to tell you that when i wrote letters there was a spelling error and i wrote tetters which made me giggle)oh and i laughed out loud while reading your letter. and barbara was asking what was so funny and i tried to explain your chiropracter story, which was also lost on her. i dont think they have chiropracters here either. and then when i told about the pilules she understood but did not find it funny she just had this mortified look on her face when i told her you asked for pregnancy medicine...next week all the kids have some big practice test for the vestibular, think the bac, but latin american style, so i dont have school for two days and the week following is exam week so i dont have to go to school at all. as boring as school is too many days of just me being on vacation makes me a little bored too because instead of waking up for school i can a) sleep in very late or b) wake up at a moderately early time and watch a lot of tv until lunch time. barbara and i have interact club (like rotary for teenagers) theatre, and dance classes, but when these ends we usually just sit around and watch tv. and i understand next to nothing on the brasilian channels and barbara gets tired of reading the subtitles on the englsih channels.i feel like im complaining a bit now. maybe its the freedom of sending a message instead of knowing it will be on your wall that makes me whine and groan a bit more than normal. forgive me.homesickness - my first week here i didnt really feel homesick because it hadnt really sunk in yet that i was living in a new coutnry and not able to speak the language because everyone just spoke to me in english or tried to. but my second week here i went to school, which i adored at first until i realized that i couldnt always understand my friends unless henrique translated every other joke for me, which i felt bad for asking for
after a while. and then barbara and i went to her friends 15th birthday party. and everyone had known eachother forever and spoke fast and with slang and about inside jokes. and i just sort of sat there understanding nothing. and then two of her friends were laughing and pointing in my direction and i thought they were making fun of me. and then i asked where the bathroom was and everyone looked annoyed that i had disturbed them and someone had to walk me there and rolled there eyes as they explained that i was an american. and i just started balling. in the middle of the party. and i wanted to go back home (barbara's house, not my house in michigan. i've never been homesick enough to want to leave) but we only have one car and pai was using it to work in another city. so i had to stay. and barbara and two of her friends tried to cheer me up and payed more attention to me so i felt a little better, but then the next day my aunt came over and i was watching the only show on in english and she gave me this disgusted look and turned to barbara and said i needed to learn more portuguese. and asked barbara all these questions about me that i understood and could have answered, but i felt invisible because they were talking about me instead of to me. and i just went into our room and tried to sleep but just ended up crying. and mae came in and got me out of bed and took barbara and i to the park to take fotos of nature. and barbara and i were taking the exact same fotos, which was funny. and then mae gave me my first manicure. but since then i havent really felt too homesick. sometimes i zone out at school or when a lot of people speak portuguese very fast and i miss being able to communicate and understand smart jokes, but i dont really get too upset about it. barbara and i saw this really amazing dance troup on friday because this week is some sort of arts festival. and it was about how everyone is becoming accustom numbers. a number to wait in a line. the size on your clothes. phone numbers. etc. and i really loved it. and afterwards this man was taking videos of people comments. and barbara and i walked past him but he stopped us and asked us to say something. and barbara just said congratulations. but i really wanted to explain why i loved it so much and failed miserably at portuguese. barbara said she didnt even understand what i was trying to say and usually she can decifer my gramatical errors and incorrect word choice. and we just cracked up. and then they were selling shirts like the ones the dancers wore. but they were really expensive. so barbara and i decided to add shirt to popular songs. my favorites were:to ceelo green s fuck