Its amazing how being pissed of is the perfect antidote to make a person want to let all their aggressions out on a piece of paper or in this case, a computer.  I think that you may start to think that the only time I am going to blog is when I’m pissed and angry, but I think that for me that’s when it’s the easiest to actually sit down and write.  Unlike my friend Tricia, who is blogging from D.C. and has decided to make a new blog entry every Sunday, I on the other hand blog whenever I feel like it.  And today, I feel like it.  So why so angry you wonder?  Well, what else?  My host mother.  Seriously, this woman is going to drive me insane before I leave this country.  She has managed to spoil my happy mood by once again scolding me for something so minute that only a crazy person would care.  She is such a clean freak and anal retentive bitch that everything I do makes her scold me for not doing it her way or god forbid dropping a crumb on the floor.  Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t consider myself to be a neat person, not by any means.  But I am not a dirty person, and most importantly I am not a disrespectful person.  I have been raised well by my parents to respect other people’s things, something that I thought that I have been doing all my life, but now it is not till that I have come to this freaking county that this belief has been tested.  Since I have arrived here, I have been nothing but cautious as far as cleaning up behind me and so on, but this woman has managed to make me not even want to leave my room.  I don’t even want to leave my room for fear that I may mess something up along the way.  In fact I’m going to give her what she wants.  I’m not going to leave my room.  I would prefer to be cooped up in my room, then to be in her presence.  And to make my day even worse, let me tell you what she told me tonight.  I had made the decision that I would start making a lunch at home to avoid spending to much money outside on lunch, because that is not part of our program fee.  So I walk into my house with some groceries such as pasta, bread, yogurt, soup, and so on.  Simple things that would take like 2 seconds to prepare for a quick lunch.  When I tell her this, she says no.  She will not let me cook anything in her kitchen.  She doesn’t mind if I make sandwiches, but I can’t even boil some pasta in her kitchen.  What the hell?!  Pasta?!  Then she says that if I wanted to cook, I should have done an apartment stay.  What is this?  What did I sign up for?  How is it that I got the worst host mother on the whole program.  Everyone else’s families allow them to do anything that they want, including cooking.  Some people’s families even allow them to eat lunch at their house for no extra cost.  First it’s the TV, which she won’t let me watch while she’s there, now it’s cooking.  Ok, whatever.  I’ll stop.  Thinking about this is only making me angrier.  Breathe, 1, 2, 3….No wait!  I am paying over $18,000 to live in this country and with this woman!  She gets paid to host me and I can’t even make myself some pasta for lunch?   I don’t ask her for much, but I think she could extend me that simple courtesy.  Ok.  I’m really done now.  Now onto happier things….

I finished my ten page paper on Sylvia Plath last night at 3 a.m.  Not bad I think for starting it that night.  Granted it was in English, writing a paper in any language is a pain in the ass.  Handing it in took a huge weight of my shoulders.  To bad my host mom had to ruin that for me…sorry, I’ll stop.  This weekend my friends and I are going to Sete, which is a beach city not to far from here.  That should be fun.  Oh and the best news of all, my close friend Patti and her mom are coming to see me in M-town for 2 days!  I’m so excited nothing could ruin that for me!  Well, I won’t lie, this whole host mother thing has tired me out and I think I’m going to turn in early.  Check in tomorrow, because I promise you will have an update on my time here in M-town and also my break spent in Lyon and London. 

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