Back to the Middle.

Today was today. Just a day. Tuesday, to be exact. I could have gone to Baskin Robins in the evening to go get some $1 ice cream, but I just stayed home. Because I guess home can be where the heart is, on occasion.

I am completely infatuated with Europe right now, and I can't figure out why. I guess in Britain they don't really fancy you if you're from the States. Which kind of bums me out. But isn't California better than the rest of America, to an extent? I surely hope so. Because that is, after all, where I reside.

Oh, and I got a new little thing on my page, so you can follow me on Twitter. Get at that. I was amused by it, so I'm sure someone else out there has to. But who reads this anyways?

I'm leaving on Thursday for a little family vacation. I have high hopes. And velvet ropes, if we're speaking in song titles. Which no one does. 

I'm making some wishes and things. I really hope they come true. How do you ensure that wishes come true? Is that a legitimately successful form of attempt to get what you want? I hope so.

Whatever. I'm not in ranting mode right now. Santi.