What luck… this weekend I’m going to Spain! To a little border town, very exciting, it’s only one night and it’s to watch a bullfight, the first one to start the season. So it should be good. However, it’s a Spanish bullfight which, unlike Portuguese ones, they kill the bull in the ring. We’ll see if I still like bullfights after this… It’s perfect ( Read more... )

My sister said on the phone yesterday that she thinks immigration is an awful thing and people should just stay put. She said she never understood what it’s like to be divided between two countries like most immigrants are, but now she does. That’s pretty much what I think too, but I also think that people never value what they have until they ( Read more... )

My subject line is from "Accion e Reaccion" by Thalia. I love the lyrics of that song so much, kind of like I love Jean Paul Sartre, a philosopher, just because he was mentioned in a Shakira song. My intellectual inspiration comes from pop songs, it's true ( Read more... )

I'm back and much happier with my life now than I was after finding out my parents bought a house in Portugal a while ago. It's in Terceira, the Azores, so they'll be two hours away by plane. I flipped out for a while but now I'm better. It definitely doesn't mean I'm going to live in Portugal for the rest of my life, it's just something that they' ( Read more... )

I'm back. My Christmas break was really nice and definitely vitally necessary. I really liked seeing everyone and hopefully will be coming back for Easter. I got through my first week of school and now have finals to look forward to. My sleep is completely messed up. Last night I was so tired I went to bed at five but woke up at nine. I stayed in ( Read more... )

I'm sad and don't know why. Two weeks seems like no time at all for me. I want to come really badly for easter but don't know if I'll be able to. At least I'll be coming summer for sure. Three hot summer turlock months of living off taco truck and heather's mom's cookies. How far is heaven Lord can you tell me? My classmates told me to bring them a ( Read more... )

I am back to bouncing off the walls. I see how hard it must be to go to college close to home because then you're always thinking about going home. This last week has been torture for me. I don't even know what to do with myself! I should probably start packing but instead I printed out all the lyrics to my Shakira cd and made this nice shakira ( Read more... )

I haven’t lost my mind yet. I was pretty close to it for a while. I have so much homework/tests this week and just want to go home. The report I had to write was one page instead of fifteen pages like I thought it was…. that was slightly less work ( Read more... )

The reality that I’m actually coming home has finally hit me. I guess that since I was here for such a large chunk of time I didn’t think about coming home and didn’t want to. Now being in Turlock and going to Borders and Mariachi’s and Applebees and everyone speaking English… it seems like paradise! Like I’m dying and going to heaven! So I’m ( Read more... )

I realized the other day that I haven't changed since I was very young. I still am usually quiet at first when I'm not comfortable, sometimes exaggeratedly so, and can go to the complete opposite extreme and sometimes end up regretting it a lot. I remember it was like that in gymnastics. I went to a slumber party and got into my "tired stage" i ( Read more... )