Jan 25, 2006 22:39
I'm pretty sure I'm genuinely happy here because I have these days which should be bad days, yet I am happy anyway. Like today. Today, even when I was sad, I was happy.
I wish I could work for the Oxford English Dictionary, but, clearly, that is a pipe dream.
Now is Spanish hour, actually, so, es un sueno. (No se escribir el tilde con mi keyboard-o ni el accento. No se como decir keyboard tambien. Hay muchas problemas con mi espanol.)
So, since I've been here, my aversion to curse words has more or less disappeared. I have a feeling this is bad, yet I don't care really. I blame most of this on the music we listen to in the Maroon office. One of the songs has the following chorus: "I just f*ed your boyfriend." I find it funny. It shouldn't be.
Gosh. Life is crazy. I really just want children. Why am I going through this weird in-between not-life stage? I wish the necessity of this was more apparent. On a side note that connects in my head, I wish I could have known before I came here that I'm not really intellectual, just practical. Practicality doesn't seem to help me any with my studies here. But it doesn't matter, I guess; I'm happy.
I think the fact that I started the preceding paragraph with "gosh" probably negates my whole statement about not being averse to curse words. Obviously, my aversion is still at least slightly present.