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so it's absolutely freezing in madrid. ahhhh. and i´ve been running around this morning trying to find any books to learn spanish in english and um THERE ARE NONE. i went to two different big chain bookstores pero nada.
i started my classes yesterday. haha um. it is all in spanish. todo. when i need something explained to me, its explained in spanish. (forgive my horrible punctuation. im on a spanish computer and its so confusing to me hahaha) i had a bit of a panic attack in class yesterday because APPARENTLY I was supposed to go to class on monday but i missed that announcement? but the weird thing is that classes are from 9-1 and from 3-7. mine are the 3-7 classes. on monday we had like. the intro exam and a walking tour of madrid until about 12:30, so the morning class people didnt have class. so how could the afternoon people have class. you know? AHHH i dont know. but i walked into class yesterday and the teacher asked me something in spanish and i had no idea what and finally finally finally i figured out that she was asking me why i wasnt in class monday and i had to tell her that i didnt KNOW we had class monday and i just. my comprehension of spoken spanish is so not good. i dont know why. im not a dumb person. i dont really have any sort of learning problems, that im aware of. i cant quite figure it out. so in class i had to ask the girl next to me to explain what we were supposed to be doing for a particular assignment and i just felt so stupid. im going to give this class another day or two and if i still feel the same way, i might ask to be switched down to a lower class. i feel so stupid because everyone else is comprehending and talking and everything and im just like "..." i TOLD the lady on the first day that i can read spanish well but understanding it is a whole different story. so my test wasnt accurate to my entire knowledge of the language. ah :( its just embarrassing and i have a weird like. social anxiety problems when it comes to more formal settings. the class is TINY (only seven people), but there is a level of expectancy there that scares me so much. ahh im just bitching. maybe it will get better. its just really intimidating. :/
theres this amazing little market every evening in plaza de españa which is right down the street from my school and they sell scarves and jewelry and food and little trinkets and im so in love! spain is wonderful because EVERYONE EVERYONE EVERYONE wears a pretty scarf. EVERYONE. and it makes me so happy because i adore scarves haha. AND they wear huge earrings. which i again love and fully support. (so the sergio and iker wearing scarves isnt weird. theyre just being true madrileños.)
the people here are interesting because they seem caught up in their own little world sometimes. they dont pay attention to where theyre going or if theyre in your way or if youre standing in a line that they want to be in. they just go where they want how they want when they want. which is kind of just a big city mentality i know but haha oh man. it can be annoying at times. but there are so many beautiful people here, so many lovely dark boys with amazing noses and girls with hair that is just out of this world and i see them and think "oh. sergio would be so enthralled." because im a masochist. spaniards seem to get caught up in music very easily which is so adorable to witness. if a song is playing and they like it, they sing or dance or clap along, no matter where they are. people get on the metro with their accordions or their guitars and they play songs and sing until they get off at their next stop. most of the people on the bus ignore them as awkwardly as possible, but some of them get really into it. there was one particular girl who was listening to an accordion player the other day and he started playing a song she liked, so she was clapping and singing along to herself and smiling with her eyes closed and it was just such a lovely moment of unawareness. spanish children seem cheerful and dreamy and highly imaginative. spanish couples are incredibly affectionate. like. completely. haha. it can be cute but it can also be very awkward.
also, i dreamt in spanish last night. it was very strange.
so my seat for the bilbao game is one section closer to the corner than i was before, in the 5th row. eeee. and rey got our tickets for the ac milan charity match, and we are in the 2nd row! ohmygod.
i wanna buy a ticket to see tennis one day next week or on sunday, but the sunday tickets START at 120 euros! what! and i have class at 3p every weekday so that gets in the way a lot a lot. :( iĺl figure it out. but GOGOL BORDELLO IS COMING MAY 21ST AND OMG. um. GOING. eugene ohmygodohmygod. heart attack. im going to have a heart attack. SERGIO RAMOS EUGENE AND ME IN THE SAME CITY? WHAT. hahaha.
okay im gonna go eat lunch before class. i forgot to take a xanax before i left home so blah. but real madrid-mallorca is tonight. dear god. i am so, so bloody nervous. :(
i started my classes yesterday. haha um. it is all in spanish. todo. when i need something explained to me, its explained in spanish. (forgive my horrible punctuation. im on a spanish computer and its so confusing to me hahaha) i had a bit of a panic attack in class yesterday because APPARENTLY I was supposed to go to class on monday but i missed that announcement? but the weird thing is that classes are from 9-1 and from 3-7. mine are the 3-7 classes. on monday we had like. the intro exam and a walking tour of madrid until about 12:30, so the morning class people didnt have class. so how could the afternoon people have class. you know? AHHH i dont know. but i walked into class yesterday and the teacher asked me something in spanish and i had no idea what and finally finally finally i figured out that she was asking me why i wasnt in class monday and i had to tell her that i didnt KNOW we had class monday and i just. my comprehension of spoken spanish is so not good. i dont know why. im not a dumb person. i dont really have any sort of learning problems, that im aware of. i cant quite figure it out. so in class i had to ask the girl next to me to explain what we were supposed to be doing for a particular assignment and i just felt so stupid. im going to give this class another day or two and if i still feel the same way, i might ask to be switched down to a lower class. i feel so stupid because everyone else is comprehending and talking and everything and im just like "..." i TOLD the lady on the first day that i can read spanish well but understanding it is a whole different story. so my test wasnt accurate to my entire knowledge of the language. ah :( its just embarrassing and i have a weird like. social anxiety problems when it comes to more formal settings. the class is TINY (only seven people), but there is a level of expectancy there that scares me so much. ahh im just bitching. maybe it will get better. its just really intimidating. :/
theres this amazing little market every evening in plaza de españa which is right down the street from my school and they sell scarves and jewelry and food and little trinkets and im so in love! spain is wonderful because EVERYONE EVERYONE EVERYONE wears a pretty scarf. EVERYONE. and it makes me so happy because i adore scarves haha. AND they wear huge earrings. which i again love and fully support. (so the sergio and iker wearing scarves isnt weird. theyre just being true madrileños.)
the people here are interesting because they seem caught up in their own little world sometimes. they dont pay attention to where theyre going or if theyre in your way or if youre standing in a line that they want to be in. they just go where they want how they want when they want. which is kind of just a big city mentality i know but haha oh man. it can be annoying at times. but there are so many beautiful people here, so many lovely dark boys with amazing noses and girls with hair that is just out of this world and i see them and think "oh. sergio would be so enthralled." because im a masochist. spaniards seem to get caught up in music very easily which is so adorable to witness. if a song is playing and they like it, they sing or dance or clap along, no matter where they are. people get on the metro with their accordions or their guitars and they play songs and sing until they get off at their next stop. most of the people on the bus ignore them as awkwardly as possible, but some of them get really into it. there was one particular girl who was listening to an accordion player the other day and he started playing a song she liked, so she was clapping and singing along to herself and smiling with her eyes closed and it was just such a lovely moment of unawareness. spanish children seem cheerful and dreamy and highly imaginative. spanish couples are incredibly affectionate. like. completely. haha. it can be cute but it can also be very awkward.
also, i dreamt in spanish last night. it was very strange.
so my seat for the bilbao game is one section closer to the corner than i was before, in the 5th row. eeee. and rey got our tickets for the ac milan charity match, and we are in the 2nd row! ohmygod.
i wanna buy a ticket to see tennis one day next week or on sunday, but the sunday tickets START at 120 euros! what! and i have class at 3p every weekday so that gets in the way a lot a lot. :( iĺl figure it out. but GOGOL BORDELLO IS COMING MAY 21ST AND OMG. um. GOING. eugene ohmygodohmygod. heart attack. im going to have a heart attack. SERGIO RAMOS EUGENE AND ME IN THE SAME CITY? WHAT. hahaha.
okay im gonna go eat lunch before class. i forgot to take a xanax before i left home so blah. but real madrid-mallorca is tonight. dear god. i am so, so bloody nervous. :(