Friends

I realized this morning what friends are good for. Friends are good for bitching. Yup. Plain and simple bitching. Last night ALL I wanted to do was sit in the living room with the TV on having a cup of coffee and venting my latest 'boy' problems with my girlfriends. Problem was, my housemates were who knows where, and my friends from back home were...well...back home. That left me only my computer and journal.

Bitching, I believe, is healthy for you. Everybody gets pissed off and needs to vent every once in awhile, and your friends know this. They're there for you and listen to you complain and rant about the latest guy that screwed you over, or how your teacher didn't go to your 9am class - making you lose an hour that you could have been sleeping, they listen to you and don't judge you.

I miss the face to face gab time with my girls. It's not the same telling them a story over an email...you just don't get the full effect. I tell the friends I have out here about it, but they don't know the history. They weren't there when I first met the guy and was happy and laughing all the time, and they weren't there when I came home crying after being at his place...they don't know all that. My girls at home though...they know.

....i'm still feeling like crap, I've got the chills now, that follow with me being extremely hot. I'm going to try to sleep. Sleep is good. i've got another lecture at 2...I'm sure I'll write more later.

Oatmeal for Dinner

My plan for tonight was to make some dinner, put on a movie and fall asleep while watching it. My first problem with that plan was finding something for dinner. Since my throat is hurting I didn't find much that seemed worthy of going down my sore throat...Turns out when I went shopping on Saturday I was in a 'spicy' mood... I bought salsa, 'American Hot' pizza, 'Extra Spicy' speghetti sauce..you get the picture. So, I settled with some oatmeal.

Second problem with my plan. I was just putting my away message on AIM when my friend IM'd me. Now, normally I wouldn't have a problem saying that I don't feel well and I'm going to watch a movie - but i haven't talked to her since I left. Not only that, but I do believe she is the slowest typer EVER. Seriously. That's why I have time to write this - I'm waiting for her to type back.

I shouldn't complain. I like talking to friends back home. I really like it...except for those that just pop back into your life without any warning....like Dustin.

Yeah. He just randomly IM'd me the other day, totally out of the blue - what's up with that?! I haven't talked to him for 7 months. SEVEN MONTHS. I don't get it. *side note- that was the BEST oatmeal i've ever had...it was so good!!!! They don't have flavoured oatmeal out here* Ok. back on Dustin and the fact that I will never understand what the hell is going on in his head. I've known him for almost 3 years - THREE years, that's ridiculous! No, it can't be that long. No, I think it's only two. Thank goodness. Still, two years is a long time to be playing these stupid games.

Ok. I've gotta get out of this convesation with her. I need to sleep.

pocket change

I'm saving my money. I mean, really saving my money. I went shopping today and I think I should manage to keep the food for about two weeks, if I try hard. On Monday I'll find out if I got the job, my fingers are still crossed for it... If I got that job I would feel A LOT better about wanting to travel as much as I have planned.

When I was in Paris I made a list of places I want to go before I leave. I will do them. I will. I don't want to go home with one city still on that list. I'm excited beyond belief. Seriously, I'm going to be thrifty. Even when I'm traveling...I'm already thinking of ways to save money. For example: the next place I go i'm taking food with me. Eazy Mac. I took it to Paris and ate it for dinner one night. That saved me so much $$$. Genius. I'm coming up with other little tricks to. Maybe I'll write about them later.

My suitcase broke. I noticed it when I got it from the baggage claim in London. It had to have happened in route from Paris to London because when I zipped it up the final time, it was fine. Dammit. I'm going to ask around and see if anyone has something I can use when Natalie comes out - there's no way I'm taking my bigger suitcases - that's just travel suicide.

I'm at that wonderful point, again, where I don't miss home. Honestly, I really like it when I don't miss home - I'm so much happier. When I'm homesick it's just that...I physically feel ill... like nothing I do here will ever match up to home. It's a crazy feeling.

Ok. I can't think of anything too interesting to talk about - so I'm gonna go back to looking at rail tickets online.

Happy Valentine's Day

It's Valentine's day. Well, it is for the next 20 minutes or so. I got a card in the post from my mom. Oh man. I just admited to how much a loser I am. I'm 21 and the only Valentine I got was from my parents. Yikes....moving on....

Paris is tomorrow. I feel sorta indifferent to it right now. Then again, that's how I always get before trips. I make this huge deal leading up to them and then the day before it's like I don't really care. I think I have everything I need though. Most importantly, I have my adaptors and my multilingual phrase book that Abel (thank god) let me borrow before I left.

Why is it that people always seem to IM me RIGHT before I want to go to sleep. I mean, I've been online ALL day, but yet midnight seems to be a grand time to talk to me. Oh, right...there's a 7 hour difference, my mistake. Damn. Ok. Now i need to stop talking to them and get some sleep. Busy day tomorrow. I'm going to a country that hates Americans and doesn't speak Enlish!!!!!

Figures

Hemph. It figures that the journal I use isn't working now that I got this new blog. It's kinda frustrating though. Here I am, clicking refresh over and over trying to make the sign in page come up. And in the end there's nothing. Just a page that says "sorry, page cannot be found". Bummer.

I just finished watching Bridget Jones's Diary (the first one). I don't know if that's the best movie to watch A)right before Valentine's Day and B) if you're single C)if you're single right before Valentine's Day. Oh well. Fuck it. i'm out here...If anything, this can be my time to be single. Once I actually find a guy I won't be able to just pick up and leave to go to another country. Humm...unless he comes with me - then he'd just be perfect.

Ok. I'm gonna find something more productive to do...like take stupid quizzes that my friends made online.
Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!
Oh wow, and would you look at that... turns out I had enough time on my hands to make one of my own. What is this world coming to?

Escape

I never realized how many different blogs/journals there are online now. It's crazy - like this is the way communication is going. First people wrote real letters, then the telegram, phone calls, email, text messaging and now it's this.

It's interesting, we can sit in the privacy of our own rooms, or even in a busy computer lab, but once we sign on with our username and password to our very own journal the world is slowly shut out and it's just you and your computer.

What do people talk about? Anything and everything. I could say whatever the hell I feel like saying here...but do I? I don't know. I still have a gaurd up with these things because who knows who might be reading it. There's still that odd chance I could write something, just because I need to get it off my chest, and they might stumble upon it. But then what if subconciously I really wanted them to find it...

The internet is a tricky, scary place. But yet here I am, on yet another blog...typing away as though it's my own personal diary.