Hey

Hey Europe.
It's called air conditioning, ever freaking heard of it?
But other than that...
Ice maybe?
I mean, ice cream is good, but there is a limit to how much ice cream one person can eat in a day. Tracy may redefine that boundary though.
But come on. Europe is definitely owned by Coca-Cola, you would think there is a nice supply of ice to keep all the inferior Coke products cold and to make it drinkable.

AKA I'm sweaty and gross right now. The sun makes every day longer and for once, that's a good thing; considering I leave tomorrow *happy dance**sad face**confused dance*

Also, I have located Angela Merkel, as well as Otto and B16 and possibly the longest line I've ever seen that didn't have a rollercoaster at the end of it.

And, just to make the parental units proud, had a great night last night downstairs in the bar. I'm fairly positive people could hear me, but that's their problem with not being downstairs, kicking it with Jolly Molly.

Sad fact, I have adjusted to the Y key being in the bottom corner and will screw up my own name back in The States.
That's right, I said The States like I'm a traitor.

Class is soon and I'm not ready and this blog is just a rambling stream of consciousness thing.

They're Bears!
Love Molly.