Quick random funniness: Yesterday my English teacher said two totally crazy things when talking about Jane Eyre, "She's not a perfect person," and, "She doesn't want to get burned."
The house is totally crazy this morning, because it's the abuelo's birthday party, and around 16 people are coming over. Vaccuuming, cleaning, dusting, waxing, polishing, etc. It just doesn't stop. Hope I can survive this one. Not to mention how this morning I saw just how insane life will be when I start dating and the family finds out. Outlook not so good. They'd better not start critiquing the pulcritude of any of my boyfriends, or I'm definitely leaving for England. This is not an S.O. friendly environment.

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