Realization II

I, in all honestly, am not entirely sure why I am entitling this "realization," as I am not entirely sure what exactly I am realizing. But regardless, I have no transition from that sentence into this one.

So I received my "diario linguistico" (include the accents yourself) back today ... that 20 page masterpiece that I took several billions of hours to compile (slight exaggeration). Well, turns out, not so positive. In fact, quite disappointing and abysmal. So, I am just a little bit furious at myself. I need to learn proper Spanish grammar, because it continually murders me in every one of my classes, because it is the basics. You cannot describe history or a novel if you can't speak properly. Thus, majority of the points that I lost, was based off of the fact that my high school teachers did not teach me anything about Spanish. Needless to say, FUCK

Also, I realized that my best friend John is a brilliant writer. I do not think I ever directly told him, nor do I plan on doing it anytime soon I don't think, unless he reads this, but would he actually? John if you read this, tell me. I mean, I would tell him but I am pretty sure he would just think I am more crazy than I already am. I feel like he would just shrug my compliments off like friend's normally do. But he truly is a brilliant writer. Not to mention, his critiques of other writers are hysterical. I am pretty sure he makes fun of my word choice and works behind me back, but the fact that he has read them, makes me feel honored anyway.

Those are two of my realizations, although both of them are not new, because I knew both of these things easily about a year and a half ago as well. But I guess I finally realized I should write them down, and keep a more permanent record of things. I do not know why. Maybe I just wanted to write in my blog for the first time in about three weeks. Could be that.

Yup. Wow, do I really have nothing to say right now? Shocking.

"Be there for everyone, the world counts on it."