Tales of the Short and Fat Diva

I can't seem to shake this little yellow creature.

He's following me all over the globe.

Okay, let me try to retrace the past few days (well, more than a few, a little negligence on my part).

I found the cutest jumper at a store the other day. I've drug myself into that store everyday since, just to continually admire it. I'm hoping one day I'll break down and buy it.

Usually the music in the metro is less than satisfactory and commonly involves peter pan pipes. But, yesterday someone got a little crazy and switched it up. His intro was a little off because I initially thought he was singing a Smashing Pumpkins song, but soon realized it was none other than U2, With or Without You :) Naturally this was one of the few times the metro was already sitting there waiting for me so I didn't get to bask in the U2 glory, but it still lit up my heart.

Though I've always known the little girl and I share a love of pink, velour, hello kitty items (or mainly just soft, cozy things), tonight at dinner I realized we have something else in common. She and I share the same jammy cycle. This entails wearing one pair of pajays for two to three weeks straight and then changing to a new pair. She alternates between a pastel yellow, velour, striped pair and the hello kitty pair. Maybe one day we'll do the jammy shuffle.

Some updates on my day-to-day life:

• I still have the pathetic excuse of an umbrella. I don't know why I'm holding out, it seems like it rains at least once a week in Barcelona.
• I've made it a goal to floss my teeth more often. My dental hygienist told me that even people with perfect teeth can one day wake up and need dentures if they don't floss their teeth often enough in life. She obviously didn't know who she was talking to. I take those kinds of threats to heart. I won't delve into other fears, but its been a lifelong trend.
• I find myself rushing to class every morning, big surprise right? By the time I get to the metro I'm a sweaty mess and even more of a spectacle than my not sweaty, not late American self.
• I've nearly eaten two whole containers of crema de cacahuete (peanut butter) since I've been here. Oh my gravy... maybe thats something I should have kept to myself. But, now that its out on the table, this is essentially what I look like everyday.

Until we meet again.

ps: Dad and I will be tearing up Dublin this weekend.