Ya know...sometimes I love my parents.
 
Sometimes.
 
My Dad was griping a few months ago about how 'we can't afford' to send me on exchange. My Dad bought my mom a BMW within the past month. Do we need 5 cars? My dad has the SAAB and the Amigo, I have my little piece of shit beater VW, and my mom has a Jetta and the BMW.  She got it on Sunday after we went to the Tigers vs. Yankees game. That brings me to another point.
 
The Yankees lost the god damn game. Who the hell can lose to the Tigers? I mean come on man!
 
I received my final itinerary today though. I leave from Grand Rapids...a 2 hour 40 minute drive from my damned house. Only 27 days though.
 
I love the 90's is on. Have any of you seen I love the 70's. What a great show. I laughed my petty little ass off when I saw that show. Michael Ian Black isn't so bad looking either. Not to mention he's funnier than hell.
 
My dad's second cousin (once-removedand through marriage. [which makes us acquaintances]) spent the night last night. We have this wierd thing for playing Jenga. We stayed up until about 1:30 AM last night playing Jenga. It's the most...retardedly great game ever invented. I'm actually bringing a Jenga set, a deck of Uno cards (Yes, uno in a spanish speaking country. Haha how clever.), a deck of playing cards, pick up stix, and jacks to Argentina with me to give as gift to my host families.

I just discovered the wonders of Metallica's No Leaf Clover. What a great song. Listen to it. Beez heah. It's woot-ful.