I'm trying.

Pop Tarts are amazing. It doesn't matter how old someone gets, how could they turn them down? They can't. My dad bought me some and then he bought himself some. Pop Tarts are perfectly bad for the body but that doesn't seem to matter. Yum.

Life is terrific at this second. I found out that my Spanish professor's daughter had a baby so he was swept away to Minnesota. So that quiz that I was freaking out about is postponed. No class/quiz tomorrow, no class/quiz on Friday. It's a Labor Day miracle!

I had to read The Goat or Who Is Sylvia and it is the worst play I have ever read. Not only is the subject disgusting but the writing was just terrible and hard to follow. If anyone considers reading this, don't. Terrible.

I'm very sorry about this post. It's kind of boring but I'm going to try to get back into it. I've kind of ignored it. Even though I am quite busy, I'll see what I can do. 

Carmen.