Rant

Caution for those who were thinking about ever visiting Bilbao: I hate it here. It might just be today....I'm coming out of an illness and having to care about school and crap again. But I really hate it. Hate, loathe, detest, abhor....you get it.

I hate the food. It sucks. And I don't care if it's just the dorm food - everything here sucks. The friggin restaurants gave me food poisoning so I sure as hell don't wanna eat out all the time nor can I afford it. If it doesn't come from subway, it'll probably be fried, covered in vegetables that have had any sign of nutrients nuked out of them, and taste like shit. And yes, EVERYTHING is fried. I cannot think of one meal that has not had some kind of fried fish, "poultry" or other questionable liquid cheese substance. Nothing tastes good. Nothing looks good. Obviously the huger issue is intensifying my rage, but maybe the food shouldn't be so crappy. Then no one would have to get hurt.

I hate the people here. I have no desire to learn Spanish because there is no one here - at the dorm, at school, on the street - to whom I could think of one nice thing to say. And well, I've finally figured out what mum has been saying all these years - nothing nice to say, don't say anything. But I obviously want to, I can only learn so much Spanish listening to my lectures a few hours a week. It was B.S. thinking I'd be so immersed here that I'd have to speak Spanish all the time. Complete crap. If ur a native speaker here in Bilbao, they probably wouldn't let you pick up their dog's crap. And the people who stare...really getting old. I'm going to bleeping slap-a-mother. I thought I was getting used to it, but today it just engulfed the little whisp that is left of my soul in flames. And the brats at our dorm who assume we only speak through ESP or something have decided that any language is an okay one in which to talk smack about us. I'm going to smack one of those pointy-faced skanks right upside her head. I can hardly count on one hand (I do no have 1/2 fingers) the people that have tried to reach out and get to know us or meet us or even be decent human beings to us the way we have. They all make life dismal.

I hate their disgusting hairstyles. I hate the fact that they can smoke inside the school if it's raining or too cold out. **But despite this and their crappy food, they have the 2nd highest life-expectancy in Europe.** I hate their exchange rate. I don't even care who's fault that is...I'm here, and I hate them.

I have trouble even taking pleasure in the things I would like about the city. I can't think of one right now. I'm really excited to travel and see other parts of Spain and Europe.

My cleaning lady is really nice.

I guess I'll order a pizza, buy a bunch of M&Ms, and hole up in my room watching bootleg American TV shows until my time is up.


or friday when all the dorm kids go home for the weekend.




This too shall pass.