I'm having trouble saying what I mean...

Thanks Natasha Bedingfield. Let me know how that works out.

I am writing my second blog today because... oh yeah, I have an article to write for Friday. But I have something on mind that I must let out.

So, I'm a language major right? And I always get asked, "Don't you ever confuse all those languages?" This answer to this is no. I don't confuse them. (Well, at least not very often.) Rather, my brain picks a language it prefers to think in.

Some days, I ask myself, " Am I French today?" Today I am Italian. I keep trying to write this opinion article for my French class, and just randomly it turns into Italian.

I must make a distinction here. I'm not confusing languages. That would be like me telling you that the word "bonjour" is Spanish. No, my brain is multi-lingual, but it never lets me decide what language to think in. If I could do that, I'd be brilliant. And, despite what everyone may think, I'm not.

You may now be wondering, "Natasja, what is wrong with you?" Don't ask.. anymore.

These words are my own, from my heart flow.