host mamas birthday smash!

alright, so my new family is a riot, they are my favorite kind of people, granola chique, and not to mention my host mom is a local celebrity, because she is the hot news lady. So anyway it was her birthday on the 2oth ,where she set up all kinds of urbal goods up on our upstair porch. Unfortunatly for me i became best friends with her chocolate cake and ate so much i hurled. but i am not going to lie, chocolate cake is still good the second time around :S.

for all those have had the opportunity to meet my precious jesus sandals, you will be proud to know that i did, indeed do the sandal dance for all my relatives.

gooshy goosh

so i am listening to a rather sentimental soung right, no i would like to write a bit of a girly feeling post. So what to write, well first of all, my friends, even though i suck really bad at writing back to all your emails, i love you. every single one of you! you are all my great mountain people, my favorite people. I am happy to have met you all, and lurked with you all. I am really different now (exchange reflection moment) but all good different, no more kicks in the face! only goodness and joyness! ok family, yeah they are a fine bunch of people. magnificent!and they are all mine! I guess i am as much as a happy go lucky, goof because of them, everyone that meets us wierdys has a little bit of fun :) yep thats it for now

summer lovin

so here are some goods from summer that i found on my comp. But for those of you that don't know i spent the summer in a beach house 45 minutes away from my house, for a month. And to sum it up, it was probably the king of all summers, it was a dream. I lived in literally on the beach, and woke up every morning, took a dip in the ocean and adventured it up every single day. Here is just a little sample of things we did: fishing at midnight with hot chocolate and cookies, swam in the ocean at 3 am, watched the sun come up every night, skated (in secret because i was forbidden) dance parties, banana boat, snorkling, boat trips, cat naps, unos tornaments, twister tornaments (igor and i tagged teamed because we were all bend) made french toast, eat baby food, lizard tanning (except for me, my skin was apparently not having that.) sleepovers, sandboarding, camping on the beach, slept on the stairs outside, sat still for 3 hours thinkin, (now that was probably the wierdest thing i did. ) ate shaving cream thinking it was tooth paste, kayacked, drank lots of tea, surfed with a air matress, became best friends with the corn row braiders and hena tatooers. plus tons of other stuff, just cant remember at the moment.

the host sister and i, hangin

this was probably one of my favorite day, when i went snorkling with igor and his fam. Because aside from getting my snorkling satisfaction i found some cool shells and made friendship necklaces for everyone (new hobbie, i am a wiked bead master now)

beach day, with the air matress

alright now there is a good explanation for igor more fabulous side. Every week during the big party carnaval they have a day where the guys dress up like ladies and the ladies like men. its probably the most misterious day of the whole year, and i have to admit igor made for a really hidieous womam with his ridiculosly long toes cramed into some fancy flops

this would be raffinha and i, working a more beardy look, right after i got stitches from igor accidentally shutting the door in my face, ha! poor kid was mortified but i was actually really satisfied with it, its kind of got a harry potter feel to it.
manning it!

holy crepe!

Alright so the 9th of march was my 7th month mark in brazil! and with my new giant crepe maker to my advantage, i called for a 3 man party, between Igor, my host sister Bel and I. It was great for many reason, but most importantely because i got to show my master crepe making skills to the world. mama crepe. she needed to spanchtulas for a good flip

Host sister working the photo skills

baby crepegetting a good victory scratch in after a hard days work.

my pup

my new best friend is my new dog, whos name is life. she is a little lover. unfortunately this is the only picture i have with her, and it just happens to be super artsy because my host sister is crazy about being indie. haha its great.

schooly cooly

so i guess never posted anything concerning my school, and so here you have it. Now remember most every brazilian school has uniforms as a way of using us as human comericals, great right? but besides the fact they are really itchy and not creative, it does make things less complicated. But our uniforms in particular consist of the school shirt and some either poopy green strechy pants or white jeans. I stick to the jeans to avoid to much body confrontation.

this would be rafael on the left and then diogo maia our professional bootie seaker, it is actually really impressive how he works it.

paranormal activity.

so ever since i have been in my new room, in my new house i have nightmares every single night. literally every night, so i went searching for a dream catcher. no success. But then the other day i wake up with a square piece of my hair cut out on my floor, fliipp! so then the next night in my attempt to keep calm, my door starts to shake, and then does that slow creppy close, that doors do, when there is a ghost on the otherside! ahhhhh crap.

brazilian dreamin

so 2 days i woke up in the middle of the night with a nasty urge to do number 1. so as i get out of bed and get in the bathroom i realize i what i am thinking, and its all in portuguese, and then i realized i just dreamt in portuguese. so there you have first dream in portuguese!!! well not really because i am sure i have had others i just have a horrible memory and can't remember anything when i wake up. but hoooorrayyyy for foreign languages!