¿Porque es mi vida loca?

That was my attempt at "Why is my life crazy?". I couldn't think of anything else to say.

School was school. Spanish was okay, had to type our second report (out of a total of 4) in the Language Lab, and it was actually pretty easy. Writing is more my strength than speaking (in either language). The rest of the class was rough. I'm so bad at Spanish. Went home, did homework, had chili, then went to work. Work was steady, then very slow in the last hour (I got to do some homework!). Not much else. I'm pretty stressed right now. I'm going to die on Thursday. Yeah, I know, melodramatic. Whatever.

Ashley