A new low: High School

So after a week of highschool, I'm ready to throw in the towel. I never bring lunch. Instead I sit alone in the library and read whatever random book catches my eye. I've read some memoirs of Isabel Allende, and a book of Gandhi quotes. I suppose its good to expand like that, but I'm so damn lonely.
I have a fucking essay to write today... I really was supposed to start on it during summer vacation, but it looks like nothing has changed as far as procrastination goes.

On top of it all, I miss Chile and Felipe so damn much!!! The other day I went to Chilean families house, to give them a bottle of Chilean wine which I had gotten for them. Only the grandmother was in, but just the few minutes I spoke with her in Chilean Spanish, were some of the best I've had in a long time. I was able to use words like pololo, cahcai, altiro, and choclo. My dad, who although he speaks Spanish, didn't understand much of our conversation.

BUT... Last night I saw the movie Little Miss Sunshine, which was really one of the funniest most fabulous movies I've ever seen, and They talk about Proust, and how he said something to the effect of: the worst years of his life were the ones he valued the most, because they made him who he was. So the uncle says to his nephew, in that case, if you slept until you were 18, you'd miss highschool, and you'd miss all those years of valuable suffering, because highschool years, are the worst possible ones, full of miserbaleness. :) Oh yes, thank you Little Miss Sunshine for putting a another perspective on my life.

That's it for now.