Semana Santa is here! Easter! It isn't that exciting really, except I think I get to dye eggs, which I haven't done since kindergarten. woohoo. And I'm going to mass with my mom and little sisters at St.George Colegio where my mom works and my sisters go to school, which should be nice. I really want to visit and see what it looks like. **St.George is the colegio the movie Machuca is based on, fyi. The only other time I've been to mass was when I was abroad in Guadalajara, México last Winter Term. Go figure. I like listening in Spanish.

I need to get more motivating to follow my schedule, especially now that I've picked all my classes. I'm just about positive that my final class is the slightly ridiculous but still enjoyable, 'Imagen de Chile en Pablo Neruda y Gabriela Mistral.' Last tuesday I used Pastels to express myself dissecting Neruda's poetry. That's right- pastels. I had colorful fingers. Today I wrote my own poetry. yeah. I used the obnoxious guys from the Telepizza last night who tried to talk to us as inspiration.

That's another thing. No more Wednesday night carreteando. I have the 10am class, and it just will not work. Carretear is the verb that means to go out, or to party, on any level, here in Chile. Here people don't really go out to clubs until at least, at least 1am and they get back around 5 or 6am. It is a lot later. The sleep- not so much. I'm still working on how the carreteando and the sleep are going to work out together. we'll see!

chau chau!