I used to criticize Spring. I never liked it. It was all so banal and sweaty. But now, after a cold Winter, I'm just yearning for any signs of spring. A sunny morning? I'm up early. Birds singing? I start singing every song I know. A patch of grass? Haven't seen that here in the city. It's all cement and sand. So in my case it would be "An unfrozen patch of sand?" and that would lead me to buy ice-cream and overlook my hurting throat. Soar throat? Yeah that's another sign of spring for me, it means that I overestimated the morning sunshine and thought that the weather was too good for a scarf. Which it wasn't of course, because here in Kiev it is still too cold. Im not complaining of course. I make decisions to enjoy whatever I can't change. That's concerning the weather mostly. Did I tell you that I don't like the word change anymore? It irritates me, all this 'change' crappage that people go through is just an illusion-ized lie phase in a sad person's life.
True story.

I love anyone who still manages to come here and read my blog, actually that's a bit creepy, since I don't post much, and I don't post nothing educational for your life. But creepy and sweet have always kind of had something to do with each other. Amusing I know.
I've been in Ukraine for almost 3 months now. Interesting events were attended, many new connections made and everything lead to another 'thing' and so on. I started this english club. It has been going on for 4 weeks, and today was the pre-last class of this 1st course. Sometimes I look at this project and think "How random" I mean, I used to dream of being a teacher and leading a class. After a while I gave that idea up, and as soon as I did, boom. English class. But honestly being a teacher isn't fun. So in the end I'm just so proud of myself for doing such a good job (student's words not mine) despite it being different from what I had prepared myself for. It must be God answering my parent's prayers,  I don't think I could ever be successful without their blessing and prayers.
It had been so amazing to meet so many people. At first I wrote "it has been amazing to meet so many different people" but being a bit annoying and honest, I would say that they are all the same and I constantly confuse their names.
 I'm just starting to love writing again. Maybe some day I will write a novel or a song. Maybe that day will be tomorrow because that's all I've been thinking about since Monday. Ambitious I know.
I would like to call it a-girl-who-never-believed-in-dreams-a girl-who-hated-the word-dream-has-decided-to-test-a-far-fetched-dream-of-hers.
And I know I won't get far in a lyric writing business with such big ill-thought-out names. But hey, Im learning. Trail and error.
Tonight was a trail and error type of learning thing I had with some people before returning home defeated, maybe that's why I can't fall asleep. Sometimes a feeling of confusion won't let you fall asleep quick. So you can always create a blogger and blog away with me!
That was the most cheesiest post ending that I have ever published on blogger.com and have succeeded at confusing you because this post has been effeminately disorganized. on purpose of course:)