I am learning

That if my brain is tired enough, it will just start to spit the Spanish out.
My life is a weird thing of going to Spanish everyday, and right now I am thinking of it like a spaceship and I show up there, and we all get in the spaceship and speak another language the whole time, and I like everyone there. I like that there is a med student who looks at me like I am a million bucks every morning, even when I don't wear make-up, or I am wearing weird clothes and tennis shoes. I like that I have girlfriends, and that I can rely on them to be my spanish speaking companions. I like that I can eat my PB&J and they don't care. I like that my teacher barely has any accent, so I can understand her Spanish in increasing amounts. I like that it is only an hour.

I travel approximately 8 hours a week because of the Spanish schedule. And every night I do the Spanish homework. I am a slave to spanish.
I am knowing too much about Hugo Chavez than I ever wanted to.

I am delirious and my knee hurts from crashing in front of the hipsters, still.
And my hair got shorter. And I am living with a dog who is really nice. She doesn't poop on the floor, and she doesn't even bark at me.