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So while I am on the whole disinclined to believe most things that psychologists say, this study about the benefits of writing every day seems to ring true with my personal experience.

In other news, I just found out sort of accidentally that I have a 26-hour layover in London on my way home in May (this happened while I was checking baggage allowances for my flights home. I'm a little scared of packing my stuff at the end of the semester because I will probably have accumulated way more stuff than I ever imagined). But anyway. 26 HOURS. THAT IS TOO MANY HOURS. But since it costs $200 to change the flight, it looks like I will get to go see a little bit more of London or something? What does one do on that long of a layover? Should I book a hostel for the night? Should I just go out and get food in the city and then sleep in the airport? Should I try and pull an all-nighter so that I can most definitely sleep on the plane to Chicago and hopefully be refreshed enough to make it out to Block Party? I've never had a layover longer than a couple of hours, so this is kind of overwhelming.

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I'm kind of starting to get mildly excited about this trip to Navarra. I didn't think that would be humanly possible a week ago, but I guess I'm having a change of attitude? I talked to my RA about this a little bit tonight, when she asked me how I was doing with everything this semester. Right now I'm trying to aprovechar de las oportunidades que tengo, because, well, damn, I've got less than two months here, and who knows when I'll be back in Europe? I'm getting a little tired of letting everything bum me out, so I'm purposely seeking out things that will make me happy, I guess.

So yes. Going to Navarra tomorrow. It will be very cold. But everyone says it's really pretty, so I'm looking forward to that. And as much as I hate hate hate Hemingway, he found a lot of inspiration in Spain and particularly in Navarra, according to the guidebook that IES made for us. I guess it will be cool to see where he got his inspiration for some of his terrible writing.

Alright, time for bed or something.

Current Mood: okay
Current Music: 'land locked blues' - bright eyes

Ahhh it just hit me really hard that my summer teaching 7th graders reduced my writing to simple sentences at least and compound sentences at most. This is highly distressing. What will I do when I get back to school????????

Current Mood: concerned

There is earnest emotion in the journaling I did as a high school freshman which I'm pretty sure I've lost.

It's not that I want to go back to the days of extreme antisocial tendencies and all sorts of high school crap, but I do find myself missing the transparent writing style I employed.

Basically, I find myself kind of boring now.

Current Mood: sore throat-y

Tonight, as boredom struck yet again, I found myself examining the contents of Logan's soul. And by that, I mean I was browsing through old documents and papers that are saved on my good ol' lappy.

What did I find? Well, let me just say that there is enough crappy writing in there to assure the world that I, Amy, am not destined to be a literary critic, let alone any type of distinguished writer.

I had forgotten about a lot of old high school papers, but when their names popped up I recalled not only the assignments, but also the feelings of satisfaction re:my written work that mysteriously found their way into my head.

Well, those feelings were founded on little more than the good grades that a bunch of lax high school teachers gave rather liberally. 'Cause, honestly? My writing sucked more often than not. It still sort of does.

I also read through my final paper for ENG 231 this past spring, and it is kind of a confusing read. The ideas are there, but they are often poorly-executed and somewhat haphazardly-organized.

As an aspiring teacher of English, you'd think I would have a fairly good command over the written word. Not so! Maybe I will end up teaching, like, How To Keep a Livejournal 101. Because I can do that. I just can't write a good piece of scholarly literary analysis. If I didn't hate math so much or get so frustrated/grossed out by science-y things, this might be an OH-MY-GOD-I-SHOULD-CHANGE-MAJORS-TO-SOMETHING-INVOLVING-NUMBERS-OR-MOLECULES-type crisis.

But really, it's more of a HEY-WAKE-UP-AND-PRACTICE-WRITING-MORE-OFTEN-AND-BE-EXTREMELY-CAREFUL-IN-PAPERS-type crisis.

Sigh.

Current Mood: blah
Current Music: 'a lack of color' - death cab for cutie

Grah. I'm struggling to awaken my English-writing style. Last semester I got so used to writing argumentative-ish papers for history that I'm stuck in that mindset/structure.

In other news, I have a tonne of crap to do tonight, and I don't know that I'll be getting much sleep. I know for a fact that I won't be doing my statistics homework, as I simply don't have the time (or patience) to do it . . .

And to all the above I say: OH WELL. I DO NOT CARE. SPRING BREAK IS SO FRIGGIN CLOSE. I AM DONE CARING.

At least, after I finish this damn English paper I will be able to stop caring. And do my damn laundry. And get some effing sleep.

I wonder if I will swear a lot this summer while I work as a camp counselor, and if this will get me into a lot of trouble.

Current Mood: stressed
Current Music: that stupid everclear song that's stuck in my head

Two years ago we stood in line at a grocery store with some mutual friends, waiting awkwardly to purchase sushi. Interestingly, the day was (supposed to be) focused on bread. We didn't bake that day, though, because you had so much homework and we spent a lot of time watching Napoleon Dynamite.

Despite all the awkwardness of the aptly-named "Sushi Day", things turned out all right. And by "all right" I mean a roller-coaster of highs and lows and hurt and anger but, more importantly, happiness and smiles and hugs. It's sort of silly of me to assign so much significance to this day, because nothing really happened that wintry day when I almost got us killed by a semi-truck.

But . . . it was the beginning. A stepping stone, you know? The first time I did something stupid while driving you somewhere. The first time I ate sushi. The first time we ever hung out.

and i can hear the memory in my ears
back to the years and all those tears
but hear me when i say im glad we steered that way
because now we're here

Current Music: 'marching bands of manhatttan' - death cab for cutie

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a ten-minute dream in the passenger seat

while the world was flying by

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writing, packing, blah blah blah

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where did it go?

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