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Sorry Mr. Blog,

But since I missed you yesterday doesn't mean that nothing happened. Tuesday and Thursdays are supposed to be my "easier" days, but I found myself mentally more challenged then usual. I am trying to outfit my computer to be more school/student friendly with as little cost to me as possible. Should I get the roller business tote thing or the multi-pocket fancy-smanshy backpact item? When I thought about my New Year's resolution to use more stairs, the answer was obvious. So I used gift certificates to purchase my new Hi-Tech Super Student Backpack! Woooohoooo! I hear that organization will save my life, and this thing might be my savior!

But the hard part of the day had not really happened yet. As you can tell from my subject title it is about Spanish again. Now I know why babies cry so much. Its because they can't say what they want or feel!

Frustration and embarrassment with a dash of impotence, okay at least two cups full of impotence, are the feelings that run through me when my teacher asked for my phone number in Spanish and I have to reply (she's cute but it was an exercise not a pick up line). Counting past once (that 10 in Spanish... oh yeah watch me flex my brain!) gives me fits, but to fire the answer of your phone number by remembering just 9 of them... who invented this torture!

And then having to spell my name in Spanish letters! Did you know they look the same as English letters... aaaahhhhuuuuhhh, so deceptive... jota (pause for the length of a bible) how do you say e... ehe. Dude, I feel so lame! I am going home to put in some Disney movies and put it in Spanish mode so I can use it as a tool to try to assimilate (try to say that word in Spanish) the language better. If I get good enough, maybe I can tell or blog a joke on here in Spanish. Then it will be "check out the big brain on" ohhh that's right, say my name!