Dang. I wanted to post today. I wanted to talk about how my new Spanish teacher seems like a good guy and all, but he really doesn't seem to have a clue about how the class is supposed to be run. I'm really worried this class will mess up my GPA just because the teacher doesn't know what's going on. I also wanted to write about how he wears really thin T-Shirts (by which I mean too thin - the kind of thin shirts that, even if they're loose, outline your chest with distracting accuracy) and pit stains. But he's been really nice, and doesn't get frustrated when we ask him to repeat things or explain. Which, I guess, is what you should expect from a teacher. But it's more rare than you'd think.

I also wanted to talk about my interview with ---------- ---, and how it's a lot fancier than I first thought. It turns out this was only the meet-and-greet. There's two more interviews and a floor test I have to pass. I hope I'm good enough - it looks fun. Everyone who works there looks chic and professional and older than me. I don't know if six months at Target prepared me for a high end retail job - sometimes I think maybe I'm more suited for a kiosk or a K-mart. But you never know.

And for a while, I've been wanting to post a little about a guy I talked about earlier. You know, the one with the teeth? In February? Well, I can't say very much, because I know my relatives occasionally read this blog (hi guys) but after our mutual friend finally stopped liking me and got a girlfriend, things worked out. For a couple of days. But it was the end of the year, and after those few days we wouldn't be in the same city for nine whole months. And I would be in Prague, on my own in Europe. I would have had to end it no matter how long we were together. So we just let it be what it was. And it was. And now I have a great friend. I honestly had more fun and felt more like myself while just talking to this guy then I've felt in a long time. That's the thing I can't give up. I don't know if we'll ever be romantic like we were, but I think we'll still have that.

Well, whatever. I have a Spanish thing to write. It's dumb and long and I just don't care anymore.