Won't let it pass me by again

Salt tasting tears
They roll off of my lips
One for each day I'm inside this house, it's a trap
One I can't quite escape so pretend it's the place that I love

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So lately I have been having some difficulties finding inspiration for my sweet blog. You would think, being in this beautiful city, I would be filled with inspiration. Yet, I still find myself at a loss of words. Words to write down so I can reflect on the memories of my time spent in Spain. It is such a shame that memories have to fade. And even more of a shame that I cannot find a way to make my memories stay clear. I want to remember the exact way I felt, the exact way the city looked as I walk my 30 minute walk to school. And the way I would stop, light a cigarette, and watch the people as they walk past me... I wonder where they are heading and what is in store for them in the future. Are they happy? What song is playing on their Ipod? But, I guess none of that actually matters. And the scenery here, it is all so surreal. It is like nothing I have ever seen before.

Saturday January 23rd was an amazing night out In Granada, Spain! good friends and a beautiful city

Monday through Friday I wake up at 7am. I have breakfast. usually some hot chocolate and some toast. I leave for school around 8:20 and school starts at 9 and ends at 1. Then I get home and lay down until lunch is ready. we usually eat around 230 or 3. then i finish my homework if i have any. then just relax. hang out with friends, walk around, shop... etc. sundays i stay in my Pjs all day! it is wonderful

sitting in the sun on the porch
it is 68 degrees
listening to such great heights by the Postal Service
and Loving Life!

i don't ever want to eat seafood soup again

First Day In Spain

no problems on the flights there! everything went smoothly, even the 7 and a half hour flight. only problem was when i arrived in Madrid i noticed my backpack coming through baggage claim so i grabbed it threw my purse in it (my purse only had my deodorant, toothbrush, gum, cigs, hair clips and my jewelry in it.. then a lady from the airline said i was not supposed to take the bag and just leave it and it would get sent all the way to my final destination, Granada. so in a hurry i just threw my backpack back onto the baggage claim and continued to waste my time on my six hour lay over in the madrid airport. then finally we find our gate and board our plan just to sit on it for an hour. we waited at the gate longer than it actually took to fly to granada from madrid. I get to the baggage claim in the granada airport and i am waiting and waiting for my baggage which never came... so now i'm in granada spain, wearing sweat pants and a tshirt with nothing but my make up and my computer.. just my luck! so after an hour of waiting in line to give the airport my host family's address so they can bring me my shit we checked into our hostal! there are eight of us, four in each room and we all went out to grab some tapas which were delicious! walked the rainy streets of southern spain