A Full Week in Seville-- No Travels

This week was lazy, but eventful enough for stories.
I had the most embarrassing, public miscommunication yet and Angela had to change families. She wasn't misbehaving or anything. And, yes, she still lives light-years away from me.
On Thursday of last week I decided to get a bus pass since I'd run out of money on the old one and I have a really late finishing class on Monday and Wednesday. I hate walking home in the dark. The most convenient way to put money on these cards, usually, is just to go to a Tabaco store. They have one about every 3 blocks. Well, in the most frustrating manner possible, my bank decided to forget, yet again, I'm abroad and they shut down my card assuming it was stolen or something. I think my poor mom has had to call them and remind them I'm here about 3 times now!
Anyway, the 20 euro transaction didn't go through so I told him I'd get cash and come back. When my ATM card didn't work, I wasn't left with any option but to put it off. And I didn't think it'd matter.
Well, I took my sweet old time because it wasn't an urgent matter, I didn't have the class again until Monday, or so I thought. On Tuesday of this week, I got an email that was sent to everyone in our school saying that the man (Paco) who owns the Tabaco came down to the school saying someone had robbed him of 20 euros by not paying for a bus pass. He guessed they went to my school. Fair assumption.
I was mortified. The email said to go back and talk to him if we knew anything about it. I left with Angela (for protection, haha) to get things straightened out. Turns out, he'd put the money on my card and since I hadn't paid him, it was like I'd stolen. I explained the whole bank thing to him and with the help of my sad puppy eyes and excessive apologizing, everything worked out just fine.

I didn't do any traveling this weekend so I got to hang out with my local friends. Fun. We went to the park 1.5 blocks from my house the first night and Buddah the next. The park was fun and relaxed and just flew by. The club, Buddah, not so much.
It was really loud (but it was good music), there was a surprisingly high number of older people (although I'm not sure I should have been surprised, it was one of the classier clubs), and I think I'll be needing 3 more showers to get the smoke smell out of my hair. It was so fun, for the first 4 hours. By 5 in the morning I was almost falling asleep. By the time I got back to my apt. (at 7 a.m.) the sun was in the sky, my feet were swollen from walking, dancing and being on my feet (in 3 inch heels) for 7 hours. So, I consider myself officially on Spain time.
Still went to church! Such a difficult wake up. I, obviously, wasn't hung over or anything, but after exerting so much energy from dancing and only 4 hours of sleep, I could have slept until Monday morning. Mari said she'd expected me to sleep until dinner haha.
Our oven is broken at the moment, actually, but I really wanna make some cool American food for Mari. I already thought of chocolate chip cookies and jambalaya (not necessarily the same day hahah). If you have any suggestions, let me know! She's really excited to try some food from the good ol' USA.
p.s. Barcelona is next week! :D
p.p.s. I have a presentation tomorrow and test Wednesday (So, I finally feel like I'm here for classes!), I leave for 5 days on Friday and get back in the middle and best part of Semana Santa (Holy Week) celebrations next week. I'm thrilled! But, how can it be Easter already?!?!