They turn around and spam my facebook wall, demanding that I put up something new. In fact, I am informed that one friend is sitting on my blog right now, periodically hitting refresh. That, my friends, is dedication. And total insanity.
But that's beside the point.
The point is, ....ehh, what is the point?
I have no idea.
All I know is that I am being forced to blog, but I have absolutely nothing to say. Normally I store up little "blogging tidbits" (it should be "blogging bits," don't you think, for the alliteration and all?) in my brain. But this time, I have nothing.
So this will be a stream-of-consciousness blog. Because I don't want blogger to explode with a certain person's continual refreshing.
I guess I should start with what's new. Except I'm not sure if anything is particularly new.
I am still here in Mexico.
I am still living.
I am still in dire need of learning more Spanish.
I am still keeping up with my classes.
Today I taped up my syllabi on the wall, and I feel much more organized. See, I always post my syllabi on the wall at home, and it just didn't feel like school had started without them staring ominously down at me while I type posts. So, those are up.
On Saturday, we had a work day to fix up the house that will soon be a church!
Newsflash: I am not very good with pliers.
What's that? You wanted to hear something NEW?
Then I suppose saying that I'm not athletic and managed to injure myself at gymnastics the first day wouldn't be very novel, either.
Ah, I have learned something. Well, lots of things. But we'll go with this one:
The green stuff in the bowl on the table at the taco place isn't guacamole. Or even remotely avocado-ish.
I roasted my esophagus.
Those two points were entirely unrelated. Hah.
But hey, it's part of the Mexico experience. Right? Right.
I would write more, but I would like to get some reading done for my Freedom's class before I head to bed.