I had my presentation today. it was in spanish and it had to be about 10-15 minutes long with another person. I was stressing out about this a lot the past week. I haven't stressed so much since I had to present about the political parties of iraq and when I did, I had all this information prepared to say that was not apart of my slides and when I got up there, I just blanked and said what was only on the slide. ehhh... that was then, now... well it was a little easier because it was in spanish, the classes is only a grammatical class so one could only say something so simply. I was terrified some one would ask me a question that I would not understand, and no one did. that was great. also, I had to cut a large amount of my information out because I wrote too much! and even before hand the teacher asked us to make it extra short 4 minutes for each. blah blah. so I guess it went well. after that iraq thing I remember how incredibly relieved I was to be over with it. I had a similar feeling today but I am comfortable in my spanish class, speaking and asking question usually, unlike some other people. I came back to my room after my two other classes and slept. I swear I slept for 4+ hours but it was only for too. man. and now of course my head hurts. happens a lot when I am somewhat tired from lack of sleep and sleep only a minimal amount. I find this situation my only excuse to smoke pot, sadly I have none.

this weekend will be fucking nice. I haven't shit to do. it will be amazing. I could do... anything, something insane, crazy. no. usually just sleep in a lot, spend forever at the gym because exercising gets a lot of my chest, figuratively speaking, and makes me feel good. I could go to the airport and just browse the stores the have there, just for the hell of it. or go to a park and lay down. who knows. I am rarely in the mood to get drunk any more, unless its with the right people. and that fucking sun wakes me up at 7 am in the morning and its nearly impossible to go back to bed, so soon enough my sleep schedule will change. perhaps this is why last summer for the longest time I would get up early with nothing to do. it was fun. ahhh...

I'm sorry. I'm bored. I have nothing to write. but I like this writing thing. my mind is in one spot right now. for the time I was writing this, I forgot where I was. meh.