I live alone.

Today, I ate dinner alone.

I went to the grocery store. Bought a potato. Sour Cream, Butter, Salt, Pepper, Cheese etc.

Came home, put it into the fridge. 

Took it out of the fridge and prepared the potatoes, put them in the oven. 

Took them out of the oven, cut them, put them on a plate and ate them. 

Next, I scraped the leftover into the trash. 

Then, I washed my dishes and put them away. 

Now, I'm taking out the trash with my leftover potato in it. 

I live alone.

Funny thing about coming back from Spain is that...I can speak Spanish. Who freaking knew? 

Significant things about that in The States:

- I actually wish my Spanish professor DIDN'T translate every other phrase for our class, while the majority of my class looks forward to those moments (I know, I was once there...)

- Sometimes I can't figure out how to say something in English!! 

- I feel like I know a secret whenever I can randomly bust out in Spanish with friends.

- I can eavesdrop in Spanish...

- I feel qualified to someday have a Spanish job! (Hey! I did it in Spain) - which is really good, considering I probably will. Cool. 

Okay, enough about my obsession with the Spanish language...

Readjusting in strange too, though. Especially with this whole new group of friends to see/hang out with all the time. But I love them and I saw them last night and it was AWESOME. 

In other news:

- I want a pet, not gonna happen.

- Turns out cooking is actually cool. 

- New books to read? 

- I miss Allie and Caleb and Josiah and Mica and Mallory and Mason and McKenna. 

Bunch a little childrens whom have stolen my heart and I MISS THEM!!

- Juli is at Tech with me this semester and it rocks. She's a cool sister and I love her. 

That's all. Peace out hombres.