The haircut

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I took a big step yesterday. A step that was preceded with 4 months of anticipation, hesitation, and practice saying things like "thin out the back" and "just trim the ends" and "nothing weird" and "I don't want a mullet" in Spanish. After all that, I got a haircut. And this time, there it wasn't in a bar, or by a crazy cuban woman, or while drinking coffee and rum. if you need a reference for that story, check out my old Argentina blog. http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=46613477

French boys are messy. At least the ones I live with . Like NEVER clean up after themselves messy. Which makes me never wanna clean up because the sink is always clogged with French boy food that's by that point soggy and gross. Sorry for the visual. I should take a picture of our kitchen and post it up here. To prove a point.

Exams are next week! And my papers are due the day of the exams. And then I have a month before I have to take my last exam on June 17th.

Can't wait to travel after that. Travel and then go home to see my dog and eat American food. WIth preservatives. And microwavable. That seriously is what Spaniards think we eat all the time. I really am craving a barbeque. Bbq chicken sounds delicious to me right now. Or buying a big burger with ketchup that doesn't come in a tiny packet that tend to cost a euro each.

And I really miss dollars. American dollars. Yum. So much cheaper than euros.