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I had quite a few things planned out to write, but now I can't remember them. I'm exhausted. And I'm not packed for Spain yet, we leave at 8am tomorrow morning.  Jennifer and I went into town today, and went to find somewhere to eat, and then we had trouble finding her a bus home. I feel really bad because I left without making sure she had a way home, but I left her my bus map and she seemed to be heading in the right direction. I couldn't hang around, the last bus to take me home was about to leave.  Her bus lines run 'til midnight, my last one came at 8:26.


When I was standing at my bus stop, trying to help Jennifer figure out where to go, this older lady next to me heard us speaking English and after Jennifer left she started talking to me.  She asked if I was from here and I told her I was from the United States and she was really excited to meet someone from the United States.  She asked me a few things and then she got a phone call, and she told the person on the phone that she met an American girl at the bus stop. I guess the person on the other end didn't believe her.  She seemed like a really nice lady.


Mom: I forgot my flip-flops at home. Do you know where they are??


Jennifer and I have plane tickets to London for fall break (thanks to Mommy) and now we just need to find somewhere cheap to stay.  I'm pretty excited to go though.  I don't think we need to do anything expensive there, we could just do a lot of walking and exploring. And eating. That'll hopefully be one of the most expensive things.  No matter what, I think it'll be fun.


For the last week I've been wishing I had a scale, because I am hoping I'm losing weight and I wanted to see for sure. Today I realized there's one in my bathroom.  It says I've lost approximately 9 pounds since I last weighed myself, at the doctor's office 3 weeks ago.  It might have just been all the stair-climbing and walking that I did in Paris, but whatever it was I hope it keeps up like it is.  If I become overly obsessed with my newly-discovered scale, someone needs to smack me or something. But so far, I'm really likin' the scale. It's my friend. (Until my weight stops going down and I get frustrated with the scale and throw it out the window.)


I'm tired. I said that already, kind of.  I could really go for some white chocolate macadamia cookies.  Instead I'll go to bed. Goodnight!