Happy Monday!

I suppose I should start studying for my Semantics and Phonetics exams, both tomorrow. Turns out motivation is hard to come by when you haven't done anything all semester! I've discovered my teeny tiny room is not the most studying-conducive room (cabin fever, meh), so I'll probably end up at Mama Goye, our trusty little cafe that stays open, always. It's the only reliable thing in this country, I swear. I'm definitely excited to come home...my ability to stomach chorizo is disappearing haha. 

Okay, studying commences...now. 

"Bird." -Betsy Collins, legendary

The emo stage has ceased, my apologies for being melodramatic. A new day has dawned, the cock has crowed (at least I can already joke about it, right?). I actually felt a new calm today, maybe because my ambitions have aligned. I found my perfect career: professional scheduler. I only have one class on Mondays and Fridays, at 10, first! I'm taking three of my five remaining core classes, the fruits of my previous indecisiveness in choosing a major. I'll also have a News Writing class, as an outlet to quench my language thirst, because how will I live without creating these little blurbs, in all their ineloquence? A tragic thought indeed. I may just have to continue Incessant(ly) Rambling. 

Dire Need of Detox.

Just ate the grossest thing of my life. Carmen fed us the most mysterious of mystery meats, though she did tell us it was a small type of hen (shadykins!) Nastiest color ever. Full of teeny tiny bones. Pretty sure I swallowed a few. My stomach hurts. America, I long for you. 

Single digits.

Officially done with classes, hip hip hooray! I've only been looking forward to this for about nine weeks! Not exactly sure what I'm supposed to do with myself for the next nine days, but due to my latest discovery that H&M is heated, I might just camp out there. I think I'm ready to go back to America, where things generally run smoothly and make sense, i.e. where garbage isn't collected at 2 a.m. and where the line between what is a sidewalk and a street is never a blur. I've also come to the realization that Sevilla is the most poorly designed city as far as pedestrian walk signals go. They really need some new civil engineers, maybe we can send Adam out here? For instance, on the way to class I cross a street with two different ped signals. The second signal comes on first (?), followed by the first. So by the time I cross the first part of the street, I have to run across the second to make the light. Yup, your guess is as good as mine. Additionally, on the way to the bus station, the signals come on at the same time. You have about 25 seconds to cross the first part of the street and 10 for the second. 

Side note: I can't wait to never eat chorizo again!

Mario, Luigi, The Turtles...

...back from Italy! Glorious (extended) weekend, indeed. We tore up the place, what can I say. Florence was absolutely beautiful...seeing Michaelangelo's "David" was probably worth the trip itself. We then spent two days in Rome, where we saw the Pope, no big deal. First we went to the Vatican museum, which boasts a ridiculously expansive collection of artwork. Makes me wonder how such wealth has accumulated in an institution that preaches almsgiving...but I won't get into that haha..We wanted to see St. Peter's Basilica, but for some reason no one was being let in, so what else do we do but join in the line. At 3:30 the crowd started pouring in, and we found out there was a pre-Advent celebration. The ceremony consisted of a multitude of Latin hymns and a homily from the Pope. I found it slightly awkward that a bunch of mostly tween girls near the aisle were snapping as many pictures as possible as the Pope walked by, standing on their chairs. You would have thought it was the Jonas Bros rollin' in. All in all, I had a great, grand, wonderful weekend, and it was lovely to spend the holiday with Mary, Abbey, and Molly!