Thin Wall

Just to give you some sort of concept of how thin the walls are here at Mirrielees Central, I can hear the phone ringing in the next apartment over, through 4 walls quite clearly. And then I can hear the guy pick up the phone. And then I can hear his conversation. Moral of the story? Definitely don't have a private conversation anywhere near this building. It must be some sort of acoustic conduit.

BOLD!

Dear Tic-Tac, I bought the new Tic-Tac "BOLD FRUIT" flavor mints the other day. They are not BOLD. They are FUNKY. They leave this strange sort of chlorinated flavor in your mouth after you eat them. I am not a fan. Also, they were made in Ecuador. Does this seem like a weird place to make mints to anyone else? Yeah, I thought so. So get on that. Love, M

So, I'm supposed to be driving all of my stuff to school in California tomorrow. Most of it is packed in the car already, and I am proud to say that you can still TOTALLY see out the back window. TOTALLY. I only freaked out once (or maybe twice)--mostly when I realized that all that lovely space you can feel when sitting in the illustrious VW bug sits directly above the driver's head. And, dude, it is a BAD idea to plan on putting a duffel on top of the driver's head. Especially when, for about 400 miles, that driver is your father. Anyhow, I managed (somehow, almost) to get all of my crap actually in the car, which is a minor miracle. In the process, I also discovered that when you fold down the back seat in my car, crank up the stereo, and sit backwards, facing the open hatchback, you get the maximum auditory experience out of the Volkswagen speaker arrangement. It is freaking epic. I should have been doing that a LOT more. So, moral of the story: Car packed, drivers ready, sophomore-ism here I come.