Wow. I'm so bad at basketball. Like, seriously. We were playing it in gym today. I have zero hand-eye coordination. New topic. Yesterday, Arly and I had to sit next to a kid who only spoke Spanish on the bus. First, I was like, "Hola, me llamo queso." (Hi, my name is cheese.) He looked at me like I was some freak. In his defense, I sort of am. Then, he started talking to himself. Well, I couldn't see anyone he might have been talking to. My attempt at asking him who he's talking to was, "Que es tu habla?" I think that means, "What is you speak?" I'm getting a B in Spanish, by the way. Right before my stop, I was like, "La puerta de la biblioteca es no queso." (The library door is not cheese,) He loked at me wierd, so I was like, "No habla Espanol!" and I ran off the bus.