Special Request

This is a specially requested update, because Ashley is leaving to go camping in a few hours and needs to know what's going on. Lucky for Ashley, even though I didn't go to school today, I stopped in to see if my bank account had been supplied with more widgets.

It hasn't.

I just got back from the beach, I'm all tan and relaxed. I swam out to this rock barrier that the town built there hundreds of years ago so that armadas of ships couldn't attack directly, and would have to approach one ship at a time. I cut my foot. Happily, it was a small cut, since I'm GOING TO LOVE PARADE TOMORROW MORNING!!!!

I didn't take any pictures at the beach, but everyone else did, so I'll just get the pictures of me posing in my silver booty shorts from one of them. I'm about to go to this Irish pub Allison and crew introduced me to last night and play cards whilst drinking cider. Happy about cider. Happy happy happy.

Happy about tomorrow. Fucking ecstatic. Don't even know how to control myself, really. I spent the last hour in my room utilizing space in my backpack for every absolutely necessary item. Got my first aid, toiletries, jeans and second pair of dancing shoes, t-shirt, jacket (it's 60 degrees there right now), and various protein bars and a sack of almonds. Adderal and Ambien are a must. Can't bring my italian books, so I'm making flash cards tonight to do on the plane on my way there.

Downside to this weekend. Monday I have to do an oral presentation on a picture, the theme: A moment out of time. Five minutes I have to spend talking about this picture, five minutes! She even said five to eight! How do you spend eight minutes talking about a picture in a language you barely comprehend without notes? And with maybe three brain cells clicking together, on top of that?

So I've got to bone up tonight, big time. Hardcore. Bone.

With cider.

Can'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twait!

-Sean