The internet is robbing my soul.

So, getting the internet in my room couldn't have come at a worse time. I'm presenting my community diagnostic tomorrow for all of the town authorities (assuming they all come) and, well, I've been a little distracted.

Its just after not having unlimited internet for so long, I kind of got a little out of hand. I watched a billion youtube videos (because all of you people kept posting stuff on facebook that I couldn't watch!), I stalked everyone I could think of to see what they've been doing for the last 10 months (if you're reading this...I probably stalked you. Nice photos, by the way), I chatted with various different people, watched movie trailers, listened to music, downloaded podcasts, read blogs, read multiple NPR and BBC stories, and...well...just been very distracted. And emotional.

Is it possible that the internet can make you every emotion possible within an hour? Or is that just Peace Corps?

Also, while my host dad's claims aren't completely unfounded, he has now decided that if I am in my room I'm not depressed (remember? my "Sh*t my host dad says" post?), I'm just a slave to the internet. If I am ever in my room (even napping or say, actually working) I am instead surfing the internet and being a zombie. I walk out into the kitchen from my room smiling and saying, "hola," and he will just stare at me, a critical eye, and the second I'm out of site he says in a loud whisper, "Amanda is spending way too much time on the internet. She has it in her room and now look, she doesn't do anything else."

Well, I've actually been pretty good today and my diagnostic is looking pretty solid as a presentation, and when my host mom proof-read it for me it had probably the least amount of spelling and grammatical errors of anything I've ever written in Spanish, EVER. That means a lot to me considering; A) I'm used to being above average on those things in English and can't say the same for Spanish, and B) I CAN HAZ LEARN SPANISH GOOD?

Some highlights of things I've been perusing...

My good friend Kyra's Etsy Page. Man, that girl is beautiful! So proud of her and her awesome jewelry. And also, her daywalker fiánce and his glorious red beard (as seen in their fuh-reaking amazing engagement photos. MY FRIENDS ARE MODELS.)


Wrecked Metals from Josh Clason on Vimeo.
This vimeo of Wrecked Metals, a hotrod and chopper shop in Boise, Idaho, owned by one of the Farm Boys, Matt Whitlock (and one of my brother's friends), which makes me extremely homesick because it shows Boise and reminds me of my brother (as he's a Farm Boy, too).



This video that's been floating around on the facespace from other volunteers. Aside from the hand holding of men (which is not a cultural norm here, although I understand it is in Africa) this is pretty much spot on.

Okay, that's enough for now. Now that I can post things whenever I want, I can make these as short as I want.