Exams

Monday, April 19, 2010

It’s the final countdown.

My last week in Spain, and I’ve had two new experiences: The other day, I accidentally flicked some toothpaste in my eye. That hurts more than ranch in the eye or Russian dressing in the eye. Hours later, I sprayed the same eye with cologne. That hurts more than toothpaste in the eye. Now, that particular eye is very well-groomed.


Tuesday, April 20, 2010

I got up for my exam, this morning. My senora gave me Nutella for breakfast for the first time. She really knows the way to my heart.

After breakfast, on my way to the metro, I saw a beautiful female. We looked at each other. And I was thinking, “Oh, hey, girl.” And she was thinking, “Oh, hey.” And I was thinking, “If you get on that train, I’m going to get your number.” And she was thinking, “I wonder if I have a pen and paper, so that I can give you my number.” And I was thinking, “I can make a mean spaghetti.” And she was thinking, “I hope he knows how to make good spaghetti.” Then we stopped looking at each other.

We both walked coolly and casually towards the metro station. We walked to the escalator and stood on the steps. Then, we heard our metro arrive. We both casually hurried a little, walking up the escalator steps. Then, we heard the BEEP BEEP BEEP of the closing metro doors. So we sprinted. She coolly slipped into the first open door. I, still sprinting, coolly slipped into the next open door and accidentally bashed my head against the low doorway. My smooth entrance included an “AH, JEEZ THAT HURT.”

Things were going well.

She was laughing. Some Mormons Elders entered my car at the next stop. I struck up a conversation. Nice guys. But it was a distraction, and the girl bounced at sometime unknown.