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Argentina. The land of silver. ...or plates. I forget which one it is, but it's where I'll be in three weeks or so. Y'see, my sister double-majored in English and Spanish at some school in some place or whatever. Last year she studied in Mexico City, the good ol' de efe. I'm sure some crap happened there, but this is my journal, dammit. Anyway, she's been finishing some crap in Buenos Aires, and long story short, my dad decided that the city of benevolent drafts, as it's called, would be a convenient place to take a summer vacation. My brother and I had no qualms with this plan, so we went with it. I haven't been on a good vacation in quite a while, unless you count that one-day round car trip to North bloody Carolina, so I am a bit excited to go.

Getting to the land of the tango and, uh, that big river they have, is a simple three-step process:
1. Wake up at 6pm, go to the Birmingham Airport.
2. Fly BHM > ATL, wait 2 hours in the Atlanta Airport.
3. Fly direct from Atlanta to Ezeiza. For 9 hours.

Now damn, a 5000-mile flight. Pretty far, eh? Well yeah. I spent the last of my hard-earned money on Meteos for DS, so I'll have something to do on the plane. Other than that, there are always books (and I remember now that I have to read some crappy book for next year, I just can't remember which crappy book it is). The trip would most likely suck without music, so I've been compiling collections to burn to CD, but my crappy 30-dollor MP3 CD player just broke, so wtf.

So then once we get to Argentina, where they speak-a the español, I'll probably find myself a bit confused by the native tongue, as I haven't spoken a lick of Spanish since the end of school. I really need to start studying some of this stuff again, or at least watch some Telemundo and let it all soak in. ...¡ELENA!

But that's still several weeks away. What am I going to do until then? Why the same thing I've been doing all summer: World of Warcraft. I'm a 45 Undead Mage on Mal'Ganis now, and it's still a jolly good time. The downside, if you consider it one, is that I'm not doing much else that's very productive, such as Flash or a job, but that Flash movie wasn't going anywhere, and who needs money when you have [Whitemane's Chapeau]? Ahaha, yes, WoW has consumed my soul, but I'll pretty much have to quit playing all the time once school starts, so I've got 3 weeks of hardcore playtime left to enjoy. If I stick to my schedule, I should be about 54 (out of 60) before I leave.

So not much else going on. Our house is for sale once again, which I don't mind except for the random assholes wandering into the house to look around. And apparently nobody will buy your house if it has wallpaper (not a hot item in houses nowadays), so I've been helping my uncle and my brother take wallpaper off of sheetrock by blasting it with 200-degree steam and then carefully prying it off with a putty knife so it can be repainted. Thanks to the early-morning scheduling of this and, you guessed it, World of Warcraft, I didn't sleep last night, so now I'm half-alert and I keep trying to peel things off of other things. Guess I should go sleep for a while. I'll be clever and relevant some other time.