my mom is freaking out because i haven't posted in 10 days

I haven't updated in awhile because life has gotten a little bit crazier here. Midterms started last week and continue for ... the next 4 weeks. My study abroad program is the stupidest, most asinine thing I can think of. And so it makes perfect sense that it would be the Carnegie Mellon-sponsored program. The point is, I've had lots of boring, meaningless work to do.

Now I will show you pictures!

These are from awhile ago -- Carnival Weekend:


Carnival is all about cross-dressing. Those are my Barcelona BFFs Lisa and Luke.


My moustache! Don't worry, I wasn't really drinking straight from the bottle -- it was already empty.


Lisa posed me for this picture. Isn't my 'stache cute?


I like to dance. Like a maniac.


Lisa and Luke finding something hilarious. There is a ninety percent chance that it was something I said.


Same verse as the first.


Self-portrait 1. (I didn't take any of these, so don't blame the cut off faces on me.)


Self-portrait 2.


Self-portrait 3 (in which my moustache is highly visible).


Self-portrait 4 (in which I am smiling, for a change).


Roman ruins in Barcelona. As I said on my tour in Spanish class today, "La más extensa red de ruinas romanas subteraneas EN EUROPA está en El Museu de la Ciutat [<-- CATALAN!]." Or: The most extensive network of underground Roman ruins is in the Museum of the City (in El Barri Gotic in Barcelona).
The Bridge of Sighs. (These pictures are all in El Barri Gotic until further notice.) Not a replica of the one in Venice, but of the same name.


In one of the plazas. Damage from the Spanish civil war (La Guerra Civil).


The narrow, winding, pedestrian streets of El Barri Gotic.


And one of the non-pedestrian streets.


This reads: "A typical restaurant. My burrito and me." Then it really turned out to be a Catalan restaurant and anything but typical.


Plaza Real.


THE cathedral. A billion years old and highly siced.


Placa Catalunya, where I go to school.


Creepy shot of my apt. building. It's not creepy at all, though!


Ok, this is Barceloneta, a beach/metro stop/area/neighborhood? in Barce.


Some cute Scandinavian kids I creeped on.


'Fish' by Frank Ghery, some tall buildings, and a club I went to once.


BEACH! Guarding my possessions from carteristas and wearing a sweater.


Feet are gross.


More children I creeped on. Only these ones were Spanish.


My unnaturally long femurs (thanks, Mom!) and the horizon.


BARCELONETA!


Sweet.