Spanish, Sam, and Sand

Events in the past couple of days, namely my intense amount of homework and projects (alksjdofijalsdfndbuakjbgaiubhasldkfasp9dfuaoskdnfasdfoasijdnfakjsbdfpoidbjnal;sdjfoaisdnf) that I've had have made this project nearly impossible. Here goes nothing.

Spanish. Espanol. 

Yo no gusta español.
Yo no gusta profesora.
     Like dos tango dancers, we step, we act, we divulge, we hide, we abuse, we use,
y nosotros no nos amamos unos a otros.
     You taunt me with your deep rojo rose protruding from your forgiegn lips that hablar,
such beautiful words and yet I am swept away in the crowd,
waiting for you to slow down to my pace.
    Instead I am emailing you in my native Ingles while you respond in espanol furthering my frustrations.
Yo no gusta espanol.
Yo no gusta profesora.

Sam, you are giving me the strength to be a better person everyday. I'm not sure I can repay the favor but I can honestly say you are my sanity and sun over these final few weeks. Stay strong, for you have come so far.

The list to finish out the year:

1. Go on a legit Sam, me and Laura Posluszny lady date with heels and pearls, ok maybe no pearls but heels for sure.
2. Figure out a cute project for the three of us to complete
3. Go on a photo shoot scavenger hunt
4. Cook a real meal, we have to practice for next year
5. "Insert devious statement here" you know what I'm talking about...
6. Live it up, not like we don't but still
7. Pass all our finals and get back to this place ASAP. 


Yep. This is going to be awesome.


Sand, 


Florida I'm on my way. Please keep yourself full of gritty sand, rainy afternoons, and my loving family til I get there. I know we haven't had the best relationship because I don't really know you yet, but give me time. I'm a loving person, we can be friends, I'm sure. 


And a few pictures for the road:

Good night and good hearts.