I had my first avocado today

Last night I was intent on posting my pictures of the summer on blog. I went through the whole (usual) desperate IM-ing of Kris to try to figure out how to post pictures, the whole complaining ceremony to Rory and Shikha about how long it takes to get one single picture onto the computer and then promptly stop talking to them, and then I realized that there really is no feasible way to put all the pictures I want to show on a blog post. So now that I mentioned all my readers in a single post (except for my sister, which I just did), I'll just move on.

I'm going back to Chicago on the 22nd, not the 24th anymore. Because I just can't wait to get back to that place.

Before the whole school year ordeal starts again, I think I'll make one new school year resolution public to everyone. If anyone cares to remember back as far as a few months ago, I'm sure they will remember that by the end of April I was as sour as a bunch of lemons. I did not have one nice thing to say to anyone. I called my roommates yesterday to apologize about this and to fervently promise the following:

I will try to not look like I want to swing a hammer at everyone's head, I will try to crack a smile once per day, and I will try not to ruin their days by acting like a bitch.

So, with that said, I'm going to take my dog on a walk. Early, I know. By the way, I'm getting tired of just writing these things without a theme, and I'm not doing anything to actually find one. I'd like it if someone told me to write about one thing that isn't political. Because everyone knows that I know politics as much as I know chemistry, which is about one mu more than nothing (HA! I TOTALLY just used a chemistry term right there!)

The minute I arrived home I ran to the grocery store where I was welcomed by the oatmeals, juices, fruits, and vegetables as if I were the second coming. The cheeses, however, did not extend such a warm welcome because I couldn't do anything except scowl at them. They call this a cheese section?? In Hungary the cheeses filled up no less than 2 WHOLE GROCERY AISLES. Had I suddenly turned into a cripple in Hungary with no where to go, I would have just asked to be taken the 24 hour grocery store where I would have sat and stared at the cheeses. I am easy to please. For instance, I started to purr yesterday on the phone when I asked Julie to hold the box of the third season of Roswell next to the receiver. I could practically hear the otherwordly messages transmitted through radiowaves across the phone.

Kat is planning on painting the kitchen a lime green color, and the family room orange or blue to make the skyline pop. She also reports that she can regularly hear people across the alleyway yelling and throwing glass out the window during the night.

So you four, look forward to another post where I will present to you SPAIN: The Epic Journey link to the photos. You've heard about it, some of you have seen the aftermath, it is now time to EXPERIENCE it.