I got my hair cut and now I look like I'm seven. That's fine though, I don't mind looking outrageously young.

Alexis leaves soon and it saddens me, even though I've only seen her once this summer. It's one thing to not see her over the summer, but it'll be just plain weird not having her to cavort around Duluth with. I suppose it wouldn't be so hearbreaking if I knew I would be at school when she returned, but when she comes back, I'll be all done. Maybe I should go back for one last semester just so we can raise hell and hoola-hoop and unicycle and go to the bars and be merry.

I need to be strong in this, my time of Alexis loss. I know she'll have a great time and she'll learn tons and she'll meet a man to marry. She's such a brave gal to go to a country where they speak another language (as in not English - what the hell?!). If I understood Spanish, I would try to start a petition for all blogs from Venezuela to be written in Spanish. I bet she won't even remember how to speak English when it comes time to blog.

Ah, Alexis, my favorite little Latina.