Las rutas, putas!
I leave for Mexico this Friday. For some reason, I'm feeling no anxiety; everybody back here seems like they'll be fairly well taken-care of in my absence. It's still difficult for me to believe that any of my roommates can survive without my sage guidance, but they seem to be managing. As long as Jon keeps filling the candy jar, I at least know that no one will starve.
I, on the other hand, am getting giddy at the mere thought of taking buses around Cuernavaca. Las rutas. Tomamos las rutas, muchachos. I need help; I don't deny this.
My newfound peace of mind unfortunately comes at a time when I probably should be freaking out a little bit, especially now that I've noticed that I forgot to take my online placement exam. I suspect this won't be too much of a problem, but everything becomes exponentially more ornery when foreign lands and foreign tongues get mixed in. Hey, I'm halfway to being a diplomat, right? If I can't handle this one little oversight, I probably won't make it too far in the Foreign Service. Right now, at least, I feel fairly unstoppable. I'm expecting a call from Condi any minute now. "Sure, I'll talk to Kim Jong Il. If you want, I could pop by Iran on my way over; no, it's no trouble, really." Um, right.
I, on the other hand, am getting giddy at the mere thought of taking buses around Cuernavaca. Las rutas. Tomamos las rutas, muchachos. I need help; I don't deny this.
My newfound peace of mind unfortunately comes at a time when I probably should be freaking out a little bit, especially now that I've noticed that I forgot to take my online placement exam. I suspect this won't be too much of a problem, but everything becomes exponentially more ornery when foreign lands and foreign tongues get mixed in. Hey, I'm halfway to being a diplomat, right? If I can't handle this one little oversight, I probably won't make it too far in the Foreign Service. Right now, at least, I feel fairly unstoppable. I'm expecting a call from Condi any minute now. "Sure, I'll talk to Kim Jong Il. If you want, I could pop by Iran on my way over; no, it's no trouble, really." Um, right.
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