Ok! I will address this SOPA business

I always know there's something brewing in the States when everyone stops posting about OU football and cold weather to post about the same subject. (I will not confirm that Facebook is my news source). (I swear I read the news, but I've been busy! It's sales season in Spain and I started Spanish classes!) Anyway, the point I want to make is that  you know its big news when Jim Risch updates his facebook status to write about it. So I thought, ooook USA what the fuck is this soup thing about? Sopa in espanol means soup. Since I live in Spanglish, I can't read that word and not think soup. So I am just going to refer to this as "the soup thing."  So without furtherer do, I give my thoughts.

Facebook My current news source, was providing extremely limited information on what the soup thing actually IS.. (You've told me a million times that there IS soup, but please tell me what kind of soup it is!) So I had to change outlets..... to Wikipedia, my internet best friend. You know when you are embarrassed to ask someone a question because they could shout out "Oh my god guys guess what Camille just asked me!!" Wikipedia would never betray my trust. He's like your humble intelligent friend. I search sea urchins, I search tabbouleh, I search meercat. So right, I like Wikipedia. I am actually becoming stupider in person because I can't stop a conversation to look something up. (I am one of the few people without an iphone). But no, I'm not resentful that I have to make flashcards at home with random info before going to the bar and hope that is the trivia to be touched upon. Iphones are so overrated.

Anyway.................................

You can only imagine my stupefaction when my best friend tells me that the a Republican senator from Texas is trying to kill him. Well I may have been persuaded over at first by the cute name, but hell to the no, will any soup kill my internet friend. Sopa de mierda is what it sounds like to me.

That's kind of all I have to say on this.

You may think that I have just hoola-hooped around this issue and not actually said anything at all except that I found out that it exists. And then you may be right. But I like to feel that I am addressing political issues sometimes. I don't want anyone to get the idea that I live over here and just drink vino and explain the food pyramid in English. That would be quite the misconception, my friends. Soup thing - done. Give me another topic.

Fortune cookies don't get me anymore

I wore heels today. And while sitting at my computer drooling over Anthropologie shoes reading thought provoking articles about healthcare and Republicans and caucuses (SUCH A FUNNY WORD!!), I realized my foot had fallen asleep. So what did I do? I stood up to revive the damn thing. And then...... I fell down. Well well well, I took those cussing heels off and put them where they belong! In the back of my closet. With some hat I thought I could pull off but couldn't. (People with small hair can't wear hats). (If you have small hair or friends with small hair, please don't fall victim to the temptation of a cute fedora).

 I sometimes wonder what my life is going to be like when I have a real job. Will straightening my hair and then straightening the shirt I'm wearing still be allowed as ironing? Ironically, while I have no "time" to iron, I do have time to chase the cat around the house and lecture it about how rude it is to steal someone's barbque chicken leg off their plate. (Although Spanish cats have no idea that barbeque sauce is a rare comodity here,  this cat is super bitch.) Point being, my life probably isn't too strenuous right now. I am busy, but there's always time to chastize cats and accidentally lose a cork and then finish the bottle. And thennnn blog!

(If you didn't notice already, I also could have combined "ironing" and the following word "ironically" to be more time efficient but I decided to take the time to write both out. Realistically no one would understand me if I were to write in true Camillism. Hardly anyone speaks it these days.)

I am accepting any ideas that you may have about what I should do next year. I opened a fortune cookie the other day and it told me I was going to blossom in my social life. Maybe a girl in China accidentally got the cookie I was supposed to get. Something about finally getting to work rather than socializing. I swear fortune cookies just don't get me anymore. (Now that my dad doesn't read them aloud to me. "You're good friend Hailey will go to Big Splash with you tomorrow and you will thank your parents by being calm on the ride to and from Tulsa.")

Other news.... hm..... I recently had a cooking failure. Turns out ground beef is a crucial ingredient to your typical stuffed eggplant recipe. Since I didn't have this and had a feeling it was pretty important, I started getting wild with the creativity. I threw in all kinds of things, ginger, garlic, tomato sauce, chorizo. I was for sure that as unhealthy as I had made these babies they had to turn out good. Wrong. They were horrendous and I'm pretty sure the eggplant was offended I stuffed it with such garbage. So I had milk and cookies and contempled the ratio of calories burned at spin class to eating lots of mediocre weird food. I think I lose.

"When do you win? When you spin!" (And not gorge yourself on trashfood). That's my mantra for this year.

And that is that. I think I have nothing more to say right now. 

This morning I found an egg with feathers on it.

I couldn't do it. I just couldn't crack it. Do you realize how fragile of an American consumer I am? If I were to know that my egg scrambler is actually created with embryos of baby chicks I may crack. Oh god. I'm thinking about it now. Why did I have to see those feathers? Can you sue for this in America? I think so. Im pretty sure you can sue for anything now. Your honor, "fluffy eggs" has a completely different conotation for me now. I am ruined.

Do you remember on The Truman Show when Jim Carey's boat hits the wall of the sky and he realizes his world is nothing like it seemed? Ok, good. Now imagine how Camille felt when she found out what pigskins were. I thought that was just a cute name. No one told me!!

However as I noted in a previous post (which I know everyone of you read) I am now a bad ass sea food eater. Living in Spain has been enlightening for a little foodie like myself. And by that I mean, I have started to be click in to the truman show world that American eaters live in. Don't worry I am not referencing any of those radical documentaries about Bigmacs and what not. (I haven't even see them!) I explain in short lines below because I lazy.

American: Pork

Spainard: Cerdo (Pig)

American: Beef

Spainard: Vaca (Cow)

This is especially humorous to me when a waiter wants to practice their English  and I am asked "You want cow or pig?"

It is definately not uncommon to see this here: (He looks to happy for what's about to happen to him...)

*Manitos literally translates to "little hands". How would you like your little pig hands cooked?

But I just don't understand. Why do we like to live in oblivion? Why is de-boning fish so bad? Although it was weird to aclimate myself, I think its much healthier to be cognizant like the Spainards. They know what they are eating. They know what pig skins are. They know what eggs are. They don't know what twinkies are. But neither do we.

How much do we love NPR? So much right? Well here is a cool article they recently aired about food trends in 2012 and not only are we going back more organic of course, but we will use every part of the animals we eat! (Don't doubt NPR).  

I've been invited to several "matazas" (pig killings). Apparently it's like a celebration for the whole pueblo and afterwards there's a big feast. (Cover your vegetarian friends' ears). I have politely declined the invitations claining I don't know if I have the stomach for it (which is totally true). Now here's the clencher. I could go. But the result will either be  a) I am exposed to too much real life (and macabre) that I dive into a vegan cult or b) I eat chorizo and have a great story.

Side note:

After copying and pasting this picture, I switched my music to a rap mix without thinking about it. (Bitches n' Rims). Then I realized, I never really see black people here. I miss  my diverse America. We are so damn colorful. And they dominate the rap world. White people just look stupid rapping. Stupid eminen.

Yum m&ms..... no, swimsuit, bridesmaid dresses, gym.... no m&ms.....

Those are my thoughts for Tuesday. De nada.