the weather was perfect again today. a day without sunshine is a day to celebrate.

ive been writing a lot more lately, but still dont seem to have a passion for it or anything else (well, maybe someone else, but thats a whole different story).

my tutoree seemed to know most of his stuff today. i taught him how to conjugate -ar verbs (i thought they had already gone over it in class. oopskies.). i hope i didnt confuse him more.

to reword a song from the lovely amy grant christmas collection, its the most wonderful time of the month (no, erin; not candy corn time.).

we read an absolutely savage story today in spanish with the same "plot," if you will, as shakespeares the taming of the shrew, except in this version, the man beheaded a dog and a horse and banged a kitty against a wall. i almost started crying.

you know what else makes me cry? plagiarism.

oh, and that song that goes, "wherever you go, whatever you do, i will be right here waiting for you...," "butterfly kisses," and "nightswimming."

but on a completely different note, it takes five class days to watch 1776, and mrs. angert (after four days of the duration) is still enthusiastic about everything.

and on that note i leave you. goodnight, reykjavik.