I am horrible at keeping up with this thing.

One of the major setbacks of not updating this blog very often, is that it then becomes very difficult for me to create any sense of continuity. Oh, the challenge of composition.

So. Where were we?

The exam for les français et la mer is not until sometime in May. Max was mistaken, and practically gave me a heart attack. Also, my philosophy paper got moved to sometime in May, which means I only have two exams this week. Downside to the paper being moved is that the professor wants 6 to 8 pages, single-spaced, and French paper is longer than American paper. Alas.

I have decided against Going Nowhere, instead I am going to Denmark to visit family. My mom's been cheering for me to go there for about five months now. Despite my Danish heritage, I've never really had it on my list of places I dream of visiting. I know that my mom was there when she was about my age, and had the time of her life. A part of me feels like she wants me to relive her experiences, or relive them vicariously through me. But, if she did have a fantastic time, what do I have to lose? I'm sort of excited to get to know this side of my family. I met Uncle Torban a few years ago when he was visiting Oregon, and he's a lot like my grandpa Carl, whom I adore. En plus, Keelie, one of my cousins, visited them a couple of years ago, and from what I've heard, she really liked Denmark.

The weather has become all... spring like. It's cold and windy and rainy one moment, and the next it's warm and sunny and lovely; the flowers freshly watered and everything is blooming and shining in that fantastic way that it does this time of year. The time change [Europe observes daylight savings time at a different time than North America] has really thrown me off. It stays light so late, yet it's somehow still pretty light even when I wake up at 7am. Last night I forgot to turn the heater off before falling asleep, and woke up sweating around 5am. My sleeping self decided to turn off the heater and open the window. I think some baby birds have already made it out of their eggs! Such singing and squawking and whatnot, all through the night! There's nothing that remotely resembles a screen on my window, so I don't know what sort of little creatures have access to my room. At any rate, the sensation of waking up to such fresh air is. Well, it's refreshing.

I've been drinking a lot of maté lately, which, I think, has been affecting my dream-cycle. Such vivid, elaborate dreams. I don't really record them, which may or may not be smart? They don't correspond much to reality, but they're definitely my subconscious self working a lot of stuff out. From what I've read, if people share the same maté leaves from the same bombilla [drinking communally], they will have shared dreams. Hrmmm...

Time is so distended. I have this week of classes, then two weeks of break [one week with my folks!!!, then a week in Norway visiting Daniel!], then one week of history classes and two weeks of CLFE classes, two weeks of exams, then I'll be technically "free" from Poitiers on 15 May. Back in February my train was more than 2 hours delayed, so SNCF reimbursed me 66% of my ticket. I mailed in the form, not really hoping for anything. But yesterday I got a letter with 31.60 Euros worth of rail vouchers. It was nice to get that, even though I don't have any immediate plans to use it. Today makes seven months in Europe, which is absolutely absurd in its own way. I can hardly wrap my mind around it. Last night I went for a very, very long walk through neighborhoods I've never seen before. It happens all the time. How have I lived here for so long, yet explored so little? Or. I feel like I know so much of this city, but every time I leave my house I seem to discover a new corner of it.

The next time I update I will probably know when I am heading home. Weird to find myself at this point already. Stefanie Holloway has promised she'll make it out to Eugene when I get home. Also, my sister is looking into visiting Seattle/Portland/Salem with her boyfriend, whom I have yet to meet!, around the end of July. Wow. How is it already so near summer again?? When do I register for fall classes? How am I going to finish all of my undergrad studies in just one year? There are so many things I want to learn, so many classes I want to take! And I don't even know where I'll be living in the fall. Perhaps a sofa, until I can find somewhere real. Hmmm...