Boredom reigns

Well, turns out that I did indeed go in search of some WiFi, at the cost of a 1,30 Euro chamomile tea...

And now I have nothing better to do, so I figured I'd write a blog post...

I have no real plans for this week/weekend...I have been pretty much sitting around at home and doing a tiny amount of homework every once in a while (for our Grammar class, the professor was like, oh hey, by the way, in the next six school days, I need you to turn in three composiciones...plus there's a "trabajo final" in Theater class that's supposed to be 6-7 pages typed...I chose the topic of "The concepts of destiny and tragedy in the three works we've studied this semester"; I know, it's like, how come I get to have all this fun, right? I really wish I could share the fun a little bit...oh well...I'm now done with all three composiciones and about halfway done on the trabajo final...so I guess I have done something this weekend, even if it doesn't feel much like it)

Anyway, that was a complete tangent from what I was going to say...
I was going to say, all of a sudden there are less than two weeks left for me here in Spain! I'm both excited beyond belief and horrified at the same time...There are so many things that I still haven't done that were on my to-do list at the beginning of the semester, and there's so little time! But, beyond that, I just don't feel like doing many of them...I think I've had an overdose of Spain and am just kind of sitting in shock, waiting for it to pass...As you can probably deduce, that doesn't leave a very good outlook for the to-do list that is still waiting for me to complete it; and yet, at this point, I don't even really care (which, I know, is bad; I mean, at least I care that I don't care...that counts for something, right?)

Well, I suppose that this feeling really isn't unique to my Spain experience...I think it's just an end-of-semester feeling combined with a very acute case of senioritis...I'm just ready to move on...sort of...

The end...
(hopefully I'll have a more fun and exciting post for next time)

Oh! I thought of something more fun...so, Salud yells at me whenever I play with my hair (just like you, Mom!)...and yesterday she caught me at it again, but she was like, "that's like a manía or something" (which means like a bad habit) and I was like, yeah, it is...and her solution: "You should come out on the terraza with me and have a cigarette and then you won't play with your hair anymore!" I just laughed...(she did too; she knew the irony of what she was saying)

Ok, really the end...