Hola mi amigos! My Spanish final is tonight. Wish me luck! I didn't study this weekend and that must be why I had a horrible nightmare about a tedious Spanish project that was due for the final, and of course, in my dream I didn't do it, and my teacher glared at me, and then I lost my backpack and yadah-yadah-yadah. You know the typical school anxiety dream. If I had a locker I'm sure I would've dreamed about forgetting the combination.
I should've studied last night, but I decided it was more important to watch VH1 and put together holiday cards instead. I'm really very good at prioritizing (sheesh).
Keith and I will be looking at a few houses on Thursday, but as the pattern has been lately, most of those houses, which listed on Monday, may be sold by then. Our schedules will be more flexible after we finish our finals this week.
I would love for Santa to bring me a house for Christmas! I sent him a letter and he actually did send a reply! Well, there was no letter in the package, but there was a curious lump of a black mineral-like substance. I'm not sure what it means yet, but I'm making a guess that in the North Pole it means "You got it!". Santa is my friend.