Okay, do not be afraid. I am not a martian or an alien from another planet. I am your Wittito, Ambassador Amegrito of the Far Lands.
You cannot believe all the things I have seen and discovered here in the place they call the U.S of A. It is very different from Gritoland you can be sure .. and I suppose as we have ventured into other territories, each of these territories are different as well.
I will try to update on you as much as I can while I am here but this NASA Class is killing me. Umm, no, do not be alarmed. I am not dead and no one really is killing me. The words "<i>killing me</i> is just an everyday phrase that the people here like to use. They can be sometimes so drama-drama here. If a Grito were to be like that 'drama-drama' and if a Grito were to use such a phrase as that, then you can be sure that Grangrito will have our mouths washed out with the Royal Gritian Soap.
Okay, enough of that kind of talk. What I really want to know is, does anyone know of a place or a person who can design a space astronaut suit fit for a Grito? This one as you can see is not as fashionable. And of course we Grito's, Grita's and even baby Grits have to always be fashionable! Don't you think?!
Well, if anyone has any suggestion please DO let me know. I will inform NASA that there may be a change in their Space Suit Design. I am wondering how much red tape I will need to pass thru to get approval.
As it stands, the Bush man is still in power here in the U.S. of A. and there has been no word of the stopping of the war in the other much farther land. Oh well. I have sent my 1,000 letter to the Bush man telling him to stop this insanity. I want you all to know that I am still waiting for a reply. Should we send the Army of 12 Grito's to his ranch in Texas for a March?
Oops, I go now. Our Gravity 101 Professor is looking at me funny. Bye.
