Do I do anything with my life?

I don nothing with my life. Not even just in Spain, but in general, I realize I do nothing productive ever. I try and think about things that I need to get done, I try to do the work that needs to get gone, but somehow I am always so easily side tracked. Two nights ago I realized that I hadn´t written in my journal at all over the last 2 weeks, so I wrote a 12page entry about the week I had spent in Galicia and Madrid. I had really wanted to keep it updated, or as updated as possible, hopefully enough to write a book!!! Maybe not though, haha, I am so unmotivated sometimes that the goals I set never actually are met. Like this book idea, will it ever be written when I get back home? Probably not, not unless someone writes it for me using my journal entries....hmm...maybe this is a whole chapter in and of itself. The unmotivation of the human race. Meh, it´ll come to me.

Spain is spainy, not much has changed in the last 8 weeks that I´ve been here other than my speaking skills improving. 11 weeks more and I´ll be home. I have some mixed feelings about this, when I add it all up its really onlike 7 weeks left, march is kind of a wash because people are coming to visit and we have another week long excursion, so by the time that spring break is over April 12th itll be like nothing. I miss home, I realize that I can live away from home and be happy and be fine, but I miss it. I miss being able to go home if I wanted. I know that I´ll miss being able to walk everywhere, and having a downtown on the street that I live on. I really love living in a city. I think that I´ll have some reverse culture shock going home, I´m going to miss the people I´ve been having a good time with here and the fact that noone speaks spanish in Hudson is kind of a let down...I have a feeling my spanish will go downhill this summer, I need to find a spanish friend! Maybe I´ll just only speak spanish to the people I know speak spanish. Hmm..whatever. It seems like its been forever, but not that long at all. I feel like last semester was a different year entirely. I feel like I love Spain, but I love the USA, something I didn´t know I loved until I wasn´t there anymore (it may actually make me a little more patriotic). I miss american chop suey. I love spanish tortilla. I love walking everywhere. I miss driving. I loved ham before I came here. I am sort of sick of it now. I am feeling rather mixed up at the moment.