Things I can't say in French.

• Namur
• Colorado
• Wisconsin
• un an
• Cartuyvels
• mechant

to be continued.

Things I like to hear Belgians say.

• Baby Boom
• Mikayla
• de la sauce
• donc
• document

to be continued.

Today:

I have lots to tell about the past few days, but I don't have the time to do it right now; that'll be my next post, okay? I just want to share a few things that have happened today:

• my science teacher exclaimed over my teeny-weeny family tree
• I ran another 5 kilometers
• my host dad asked me if I'm fat now that I'm in Belgium while we were eating dinner (it was funny, I promise)
• I forgot all of my school papers this morning
• I'm craving egg salad. And a Chipotle burrito. Ugh.
• The gnat that has been flying around my room for the past few days is still in here, attacking my ears while I sleep.

That is all.

:)

At dinner tonight,

Arnaud told me that he's reading my blog now. And he told me that the ketchup was not for the mac n cheese, it was for his steak. Awkward.

For Michael.

I love you forever, Sexy Mike.

I know you're in a better place.

A Special Request.

To all the readers of this blog:

Please keep my friend Michael Paul in your thoughts and prayers in the coming days and weeks. Michael is an incredible young man who has been forced to fight battles no person should ever have to fight. His strength, determination, and vibrant personality affect everyone he meets. It is an honor to call him my friend.

"No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever."

-- Francois Mocuriac

A rant about the U.S., for a change.

Applying to college really sucks.

I know that I'm qualified and capable and whatnot, but it's just such a pain in the butt to have to fill out the same information over and over and over again. Yes, my name is Mikayla. My birthday is November 19th. Have my address again (because you don't already send me three pamphlets a week about how beautiful your campus is, the exceptional cafeteria food, and your Nobel Prize-winning faculty). Yes, I'd love to list all of my courses. Sorry they're in French. I bet you'd like me to explain that! Oh wait... there isn't a box for "Additional Information" about my courses. Well, that's a bit of a problem, isn't it? Oh, I'd LOVE to write an essay about how I'd be an asset to your campus. Yes, I'm a unique individual. Just like everybody else.

Grrrrrr. I know I just need to get it done, but that doesn't stop me from griping about it.

P.S. Corndogs and pizza rolls.