I now posses an application for classes for the upcoming spring semester. Except, it's not for here. It's an application for Spanish classes offered in Seville, Spain. It seems so insane. I could be taking a class in business next spring, only my professor won't be teaching in english.

It makes sense, though. I think I'm bound to go one day, and if I do it in college, I get a host family. Hm. I'm nervous. I went into the Office of International Study today, and they said "oh, you're advanced" when I told them what level I was in. But I don't feel advanced... Guess I should be saving my money then.

I'm hanging with my peeps tonight. Just like old times (I guess). All you can eat pizza and a movie. Scary Movie 3. I was never much of a fan of those, but ah well :) Go sign my guestbook everyone.

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