My Sister in front of the Christmas Tree:

Hi! It's been a while. I hope everyone had a really good Christmas. I did. Usually my Christmasses are dysfunctional and not exciting, but this year was an exception. Here's a picture of my sister sitting in front of our Christmas tree and biting something to get it open- this is her usual position. She bites things.


So there you have it. I'm still alive, and I'm coming back to Madrid on the 9th of January.
Happy New Years!

And the new double 0 is...

MARIANNA!!!

In an impressive show of code breaking skillz and genius, Marianna has conquered what could possibly someday come to be known as the hardest riddle of all time. Well done Marianna, or should I say, DOUBLE 0! As for the rest of you, I hope I'm never trapped in a box that requires a code to be opened because I'd be there until double 0 herself could fly over and rescue me.

Well done.

How can I make snow orange?

I don't normally look at my own blog but today, since no one I know has really updated lately *amy* I decided to look at my own to see if I had updated (I hadn't) and I noticed that the green color on my blog was quite boogery. So I have found a less boogery color. Black- except sometimes when it gets polluted in Madrid...

Anyways, I'm approaching the last week of school and can feel the loomingness of all of the work that I've procrastinated on. I'm going home for Christmas though- which is exciting. I am NOT excited though about the fact that it doesn't snow in North Carolina. This is very upsetting for me. Everyone have pity. The midwest just got dumped on and Madrid doesn't get snow so I feel like everyone in the WORLD is having FUN except for ME. My favorite color is still orange.

I think the coolest thing of all time is if it would snow orange snow. HOW FREAKING COOL WOULD THAT BE? I'm gonna make a gingerbread house with orange snow when I get home and then maybe put up a picture. Or something. I dont really know. So. I read Don Quijote this semester almost in its entirety (I still have about 60 pages, but out of 900- I think that counts as done.) I think I'm going to encode some hidden message in this post. If you can find it, Cheers to you and you get a thousand points. It'll be difficult, but I just watched the new James Bond last night so I feel like someone will be able to figure it out.

Here's a riddle to help you get started.
1. There are 24 letters in a phrase of 6 words but if you use a hyphen, there are only 5 words.
2. Word one: fourth word of post backwards.
3. My old roomate starts an anagram of the second word.
4. One Jewish talent equals X pounds. The Xth word in the post is the third word.
5. fourth word: rhymes with stake and begins with the letter of one of the places I mention.
6. I use the fifth word five times in this blog.
7. the sixth word is scrambled together with another irrelevant word that hasn't been used in my post.
The scramble is: ADEEGNOOPRRW
To make things easier, the irrelevant word begins with a P and ends with an R.

Good luck double 0's. The first person to figure out my riddle will be called double 0 by me for at least a week. and that will make anyone cooler.

I have nothing intelligent to say.

I usually wait to blog until I have some deep insight or interesting story. However, I have none of that. Today was a fairly normal day. Most of my days are fairly normal. I think it would be interesting to do an experiment on what one person's conception of normal was versus another's. Namely, I wonder if my normal days would put other people in a mental institution? I think they would.
I think I have an abnormally high chaos tolerance. Things don't seem to ruffle my feathers until long after other people have knocked out and been carried out of the ring. When most people would just dematerialize, I think I could still function if I was in a room with 1000 Jim Macnamees and 6000 Nic Cadys and some slingshots and a Cirque de Solei. I believe that certain things happen to you as a child and grow you into a certain person so that you can be equipped for the things you were made for. I'm beginning to wonder, if so far has only been a preparation, what the stinking heck is coming next.
While I'm at it: I think as soon as I am certain about something, it changes. That's why I'll never win the lottery. Every time I play it, no matter how hard I try to delude myself, there's always that thought in the back of my mind, what would I spend it on? And as soon as that thought materializes, I have lost. Doesn't even matter if the numbers have come up yet. As soon as I started bragging about not ever getting pulled over, I got two tickets. I've learned to stop telling people that I have never been robbed in Madrid. I've started to learn that being sure about something is dangerous, and I don't know if that's good or bad.