Yesterday was strangely inspiration and deep, today consisted of making 'playboy tart' out of used birthday candles.I think I forgot to mention that it was my birthday yesterday, I'm now nineteen. I was talking to one of my flat mates about this before; birthdays are odd things really. I really loved the effort that the flat made, they gave me balloons, baked me a cake and put a great sign on my door; which is the kind of thing I like. What I don't like is sitting in a room full of people opening presents one by one, and nobody else gets anything, surely no one likes to have their egos massaged that much.
This year was different though, I felt good; I got cards in the post and various phone calls, and, being at uni, I didn't feel like I was being stared at all day, or that there was any pressure on me to actually do anything. We are, however, going out to the restaurant tomorrow night; but there's loads going so it'll be a nice might out.
That's enough talk about birthdays, it's all late anyway! If any of my old Spanish teachers are reading this (you know who you are), then I'd like to thank you so much for giving us a great head start. Today's culture lecture was all about Franco which is what I'd been studying for a long long time at A level; the talk even mentioned one of my references in my coursework!
I'm going to have to be honest now though; I'm finding Spanish really quite dull at the moment. The language and grammar teacher is so boring and the culture seminars are unbearable; the oral classes are generally OK and the woman is really nice, but today was just so mind numbing that I'm really beginning to change my mind now. I actually drew a picture of my old rapper friend George Fox in my book, in the hope that she'd spot it and talk to me about it! Thankfully, she did and with that, the topic changed at last. Phew.
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