Quilombo (chaos/mess)

So thankfully things are settling down a bit. I've been here two months, but it doesn't feel like it, because everything's been up in the air. (Of course now that everything's getting sorted out here and I'm starting the school routine, everybody at home has breaks or is planning their summer breaks...hmmm).
I did change my classes a little bit, instead of Argentine foreign policy I'm taking a class on politics in South America (Brazil, Venezuela, Argentina, and Chile), which fits my schedule better and will be less intimidating. I would have liked to take more classes with actual Argentines, but their classes are all extremely boring (intro classes, and then the interesting ones we either can't take or are going to be way too hard). So instead I'm taking Italian and French through the public university here, classes open to anyone. I figure it'll be easier to meet people if we're struggling to communicate in a language not native to either of us. I also joined the gym, and am hoping to maybe play tennis, still... With all that (and the long commute) I'll be pretty busy. I did give myself Fridays off, though, and the Argentines have quite a few national holidays coming up, so I hopefully won't be too stressed. :)
Now it's time to comment on some of the random Argentine characteristics.
This is a land of cows. So beef is really cheap and really good. But cheese? No, we wouldn't want anything with flavor, heaven forbid (this also applies to other foods, and spicy food is hard to find). What a waste of perfectly good cheese-making materials. Also, you'd think you'd find roast beef as a sandwich meat. But no. It's all ham or salami. Prosciutto, occasionally. Although I did find turkey today, which basically made my day.
Argentina and the rest of the Spanish-speaking world have a bit of a disagreement going on vocabulary. Not just slang, everything. Like "pool": those of you who have taken Spanish will say, "piscina". Nope. "Pileta". "Skirt": "pollera" instead of "falda". "Peanut butter": "manteca de mani" replaces possibly one of my favorite Spanish things to say, "mantaquilla de cacahuate". And then add in the fact that "ll" is not pronounced "y" but "j" and you feel like you're speaking a different language.
Also, Dania's recent post on photocopying and printing has led me to comment on a similar phenomenon here (hers made me laugh out loud). While the Argentines deign you capable of operating the printer yourself, you must still bring your own paper and try to jump in line, stick in your paper, run back to your computer,push print, and sigh in relief before going back to your gchat conversation of the last 2 hours while waiting for the other students to print their fifty thousand pages of reading. And the photocopy line is a similar hassle--rather than paying for books, you get to stand in line (which has none of the orderliness of the line for the bus, where people stand in a nice straight single file line back from the bus stop), jump in and find your document on the computer database, get somebody to key in a password, and give them all your coveted change in exchange for a latin verb chart.
Finally, a note on gym membership: I have never actually signed up for a gym in the US, so I'm not exactly sure how it works, but I can imagine it's a bit different here. First, you go and sign up and pay. Then you have two things you have to do: a "welcome meeting" and a medical examination (I came to the gym to get healthy/in shape, guys) which consists of a height/weight measurement, a questionnaire, and an EKG. ?? Whatever. Oh and then you have to wait 2 days for the results of your exam, hike up to the 4th floor to get the paper that says you can climb stairs, go back down, give it to the people, and they'll finally give you your card. Efficient, eh?

Vacation vacation vacation. And then I...what? Class?

So. Tomorrow, real life begins. It's been 3+ months since I had class, and a year since I've had any in Spanish (Besides my "intensive Spanish" class, that is). Try to restrain your jealousy, you'll get your laughs when I'm having finals in July.
In the couple of weeks since I last updated, we've had orientation and a week off. Orientation was a bunch of useless information for those of us who'd been here more than three days. I was really there for the food (free breakfast!), visa information, and registration. Well, the medialunas (a type of Argentine croissant) were tasty, but the visa information was basically: we'll get back to you. Look out for an email and copy your passport in the meantime. And registration was a nightmare. They basically set up tables and they let you walk around from place to place squinting at the one schedule of classes they had put up for each department and telling you you (as an international student) were not cleared to take any of the interesting classes. And I thought France was bad. The actual signing up part took place the next day and was a thousand times easier, except for the PELs classes (the international-oriented ones), where there were two men registering us and we were told to take a number. I was 169--you can imagine how happy I was to wait around.
(un)Happily registered for my classes: Argentina in Words, Peronism, Argentinian foreign policy, and Latin 1, I headed out to Bariloche with Harris and Alessandra for a week.
Bariloche is a town southwest of Buenos Aires, part of the mountainous lake district. It's absolutely gorgeous, what with the fresh air and all. Kind of reminds me of home, especially since it's a ski destination in winter. The first day we went on a tour/hike to the black glacier (black due to volcanic sediment), then in the following days we hiked, biked, kayaked, and generally played the outdoorsy type.
They also are famous for their chocolate. Mmmm.
Picture's worth a thousand words, right? Here ya go.
Also, here's another album of life in BA. I warn you, it's a lot of flowers.
Oh, and I turned 21. Thai food and dancing. I also like this people buying me things idea. I think I'll turn 21 more often. :)