Today was one of my long days. My first class is at 9:30 and my second doesn't start until 5. So I stay on campus alllllllll this time, doing a little of this and that. I'm hungry for some real food and it seems that I frequent vending machines way too often these days.

All in all though, life seems to be going pretty well. I'm working alot, which makes me tired alot, but it's all good. As long as work doesn't interfere with my education. This week I'm working about 35 hours. Que Locura. But it seems like I don't get too much homework, so that's good.

I need some more pens.

Tonight my spanish teacher mentioned something about reality and it got me thinking. Is reality relative? I think it is because everyone sees the world in different ways. Now, reality is supposed to be how things really are, but I think that even changes with how you view something is. Take colors for example. I can say that this color is Blue but you might just say it's Purple. In reality who is right? Am I making sense or am I losing you? Because it makes sense the way I want to say it but. . .

For example, last night me, Sonia, and Jeffrey were at Steak-n-Shake (Que Locura) eating and talking and what not. Jeffrey was telling us how families are 'supposed to be' with the mother cooking and taking care of the kids and the father being the authority figure and breadwinner. Okay, some might consider this the ideal picture of the family situation, but we all know most families are not this way. In my home, both of my parents worked and pretty much shared household tasks i.e. laundry, dishes, cooking etc. But Jeffrey says that if the husband is cooking more than, lets say, once a week then he loses some of his authority. In Jeffrey's home his father worked, his mother did the domestic thing.

Now, I say that he thinks the way he does because that is the way he grew up. But, that family structure, no matter how "ideal" it might be, simply is not going to work for everybody. I think that way because of the way I grew up. Reality is an interesting concept, think on that one. I would go deeper, but I haven't the time.

I have to write a paper for my music appreciation class. I love music. I appreciate music. This class is my most difficult. The teacher is so. . .different. He is always telling us to listen to how the music "speaks to us" and all the asthetics of it and all this and that. I can get down with that to a certain extent, but I really don't "speak music". Therefore I don't know how to express how the music makes me feel sad, hopeful, or whatever. I don't know that the song is in minor key and that's why it makes me feel sad, I just know that it makes me feel sad. It's quite a challenge. Explaining music is truly like speaking a different language. I once heard a man say that languages are not different words for the same things, they are different words for completely different things. For example, in Spanish we say me gusta but in English we say I like . The former doesn't literally mean I like, it means it is pleasing to me, but it is translated into "I like" in English. . . nevermind.

I'm using a new lotion and it makes my skin soooooo soft, I love it.

I'm really only blogging because I don't want to write this paper.

You know what? I tried so hard today to get picures up on the blog, and I got soooooooo mad because I could not figure it out for the life of me! So that is my new blog mission. This blogging has helped me teach myself so many new things, its just wonderful.

I guess I have to write my paper now. goodbye. goodnight. adios. au revoir (that was for you sir *wink*). jusqu'à la fois prochaine. . .