una güerita en españa

so i am having this rebellion against words, against too many words, against empty words and that kind of enthusiasm for unreal things that because i have been too prone to makes me feel kind of sick to my stomach now. i am distrusting all words except a few ("claro," "news," "maravillosa," "true"), wanting to refuse their ineffectuality, their pomp, their fluff. i don´t know how i am going to write my honors literature thesis if i am still having this problem, but i think i better figure it out before april. oh also, i only have six weeks left in barcelona. ooph.