Pride may be a sin, but damn it feels good.

Last night was a mix of pleasure and pain.

I was hungry/hangry because I didn't feel like cooking, and had eggs and toast for dinner... Yeah, I'm in Spain eating eggs and toast... with ketchup on it. I'm such and American, I know.

However, everything got way better when Even Stevens came on, IN SPANISH, followed by Wipe Out, then New Girl. Everything was way funnier in Spanish, not only did we learn about the humor, but also how to say things so that they're funnier. -- Mataplantos -- Plant Killer.

After New Girl we realized that it was 1am and decided to hit the hay. However, being the stresser-outer that I am insomnia kicked in and I couldn't sleep. I was up tossing and turning until 3:30am, then rudely awoken by Miss. Let-me-wear-my-Flamenco-shoes-around-my-appartment-and-play-the-sounds-of-my-people-at-seven-am. She's on my shit list along with the guy who has an obnoxious chihuahua that can't shut up.

So anyway, woke up, took a cold shower, and headed off to school SIN CAFE -- terrible idea.

We went into the classroom and got a run down of our schedules and what it'd be like for the next month or so. I spoke with the man in charge of academics and told him that I'd already been in Granada for a while and that I'd already placed and finished everything. He told me that I didn't need to take the placement exam and that I should change programs to better meet my skill level.

HA! I'm a G, is what it means. (Gangsta)

So now I'm starving and ready to eat.


<3

Hasta Luego.