Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
getting it together...
I don't remember if the title of my last blog was getting it together, but I feel as if that was the theme of the day. My new computer came! It's ridiculously cute, and compact and it comes with a built in camera and microphone so all of my lovers (and even my haters!) can Skype me! My Skype name is myfirstname.mylastname. I would put it all down but this is the Internet people. If you still don't understand then just email me or something!
I'm a genius so I accidently sent my new Ipod to school instead of home, where I am a full three hours away. SIGH. It's alright, a fellow madrilena [spellcheck?] will get it for me.
Alright, I'm tired...time for bed, logic games or a movie
deuces,
dee
I'm a genius so I accidently sent my new Ipod to school instead of home, where I am a full three hours away. SIGH. It's alright, a fellow madrilena [spellcheck?] will get it for me.
Alright, I'm tired...time for bed, logic games or a movie
deuces,
dee
Monday, September 8, 2008
almost the beginning
I am a little less than 2 weeks away from the beginning of my year abroad in Madrid.
I'm souped.
I'm scared.
But most importantly, I am NOT READY. My visa application is still on its 2 month journey through the innards of the Spanish consulate office. I called this morning to check on it and received the standard reply:
"Check back. In TWO days."
I haven't begun to pack yet, simply because the prospect of choosing which clothes will stay, and which clothes will be left behind is depressing. I've never actually had to learn how to pack properly, thanks to my parents :)
Everyone, including my father which is really saying something, thinks that I will fall in love in Spain and not want to come back. I don't know what will make Spanish game any better than New Haven or Philly game (because Boston men don't even try, thankfully) except for the language change. Or maybe the skinny jeans will help? Or the coiffed hair?
Who knows?
Hasta Espana!
I'm souped.
I'm scared.
But most importantly, I am NOT READY. My visa application is still on its 2 month journey through the innards of the Spanish consulate office. I called this morning to check on it and received the standard reply:
"Check back. In TWO days."
I haven't begun to pack yet, simply because the prospect of choosing which clothes will stay, and which clothes will be left behind is depressing. I've never actually had to learn how to pack properly, thanks to my parents :)
Everyone, including my father which is really saying something, thinks that I will fall in love in Spain and not want to come back. I don't know what will make Spanish game any better than New Haven or Philly game (because Boston men don't even try, thankfully) except for the language change. Or maybe the skinny jeans will help? Or the coiffed hair?
Who knows?
Hasta Espana!
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