TryLingual Yourself.

Trying to learn French while studying Spanish results in learning neither. My english is now a little shaky.

Doing it all in the sun gets you burnt.

Perhaps I was not meant to be trilingual.

Kerry is the most brilliant man I know: "Any major that you study with a magazine instead of a textbook is worthless." Also, as of last night sexilicious is a word.

Finally, a break!

So I had the hideous two tests today. I think I did good. Both were kinda up in the air. One had really ambiguous instructions, the other it was impossible to know if you did the problems right. So I guess we'll see. On the up side- they're over!

Dia's newest vocab word: emfathatic. Means emphatically apathetic. Not caring with a passion. I understand. Its sort of that feeling you get when people tell you about stuff like anime. I don't watch anime. I have no intention of ever watching anime. I couldn't be less interested. And my brain is already crowded. I strongly don't care about this topic. I'm emfathatic about it.

Since I only slept like 4 hours last night, I think I'll take a nap now.

I just want to see one more person 46 it.

All the Bessman women have made it home from Spain. We only had to sacrifice one ham to get back into the U.S.

While there are many heartwarming tales of humor, joy and strife (most to be retold in the coming days) I'm just going to recount one quick one before I crash.

This very day the mum, sis and I found ourselves wasting time in the Madrid Airport. We took up residence accross the way from gate U46. On the row of chairs directly behind us there is an elderly woman recieving some unprofessional medical attention. Spain is on summer hours so real medical attention is silly to even think of. Suddenly a younger woman comes sprinting up with some sort of supplies. It seems the old lady tripped on her way off the moving sidewalk and did a header into the floor.

Now not 5 minutes after the old lady has been hauled onto another moving sidewalk a younger woman heavily weighed down by backpack and tote and such things does a flying, sliding bellyflop coming off the moving walkway. She must have travelled 6 feet horizantally. It was amazing.

So we spent the next 40 minutes waiting for another spill. There were a lot of close calls. Tripping, stumbling, good saves. And so the phrase forty-sixing was born out of the fun (at the expense of others) had at gate 46.

Classy Chicks.