Ill

I've been sick for the past week. Sick to the stomach, literally. It all started the Tuesday before my final for Spanish, I was at work munching on my delicious Spicy Nuts & Cajun Sticks trail mix. I think it was one of the few things I've snacked on all day. Moments later my stomach feels...sour. That's the only way I can describe it, it just felt like someone poured a few liters of lemon juice into my stomach to replace the acid, as if it were a good idea. Now ever since then I've woken up and my stomach just feels the same way...sour. I don't even know what that means and I can't describe it any other way. I feel like vomiting and I can't....but I really really really want to.

Anywho, today's the end of Euro 2008 and for me it's a battle of languages I can sorta speak. Part of me wants Spain to win, because...have you seen Iker Casillas? Jesus Christ! Someone thank his mamma. Plus, I've been to Spain and I love Spain. So why wouldn't I want them to win? The other part of me though wants Germany to win, because...I've been to Germany and I loved Germany, so why wouldn't I want then to win? You would say it's a win-win situation for me, but I can only think about how upset I will be when the other team loses! For now though I'm going out with Ruthy...and I'll record the game so no one tell me what happens. I want to next messages of who is victorious! I'll watch it when I get home!

In other news I rocked my Spanish Final. I got a 98! Woot! Apparently the only thing I don't really know about Spanish is shopping and where I like to go on vacation because that's the chapter I did the worst on. My thing with languages is, I just have to tune out every other language I know and my strengths in each of those and focus on the one I'm spoken to at hand. I should probably pick up my German again and read in as much Greek as possible...to keep them all going and be a complete mess when I'm ridiculously inebriated when I bust out something like Now, you don't καταλαβαίνες, das ist nicht gut, verdrad? Or something to that effect! How terrible will that be...poor Andrew....Poor Ruthy!