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zana16Well, I'm restless. And really, I should know better than to let myself get restless. On the plus side, I have copied all sorts of shit onto zip drives and blank CDs, including music, photos, and a year's worth of writing. All I have to show for this year is my screenplay which is abysmal and really really needs to be rewritten. On the other hand, I didn't have anything to show for last year, so I suppose this is improvement.
I am so fucking homesick. Weird how I've been here 10 months and it's just hitting me now. I miss home and I miss school and I miss driving and I miss Cheetos and wait I think I've had this rant before.
Ah well. At least I know I won't survive as an expat for more than a year at a time. Good to know, since I intend to spend a lot of time being an expat.
Actually, what I miss is my friends. I miss cuddling and being able to touch people just cause I like human contact, and not having them think I'm some weird obsessive freak. I miss laughing so hard my stomach hurts for days. This is the first time I haven't been able to find friends like that, and it scares me. I'm a year from graduation and I'm going to have to leave all the wonderful people I've met in college. And pay bills and shit. This is really not looking like the wonderful world of adulthood I looked forward to as a kid.
Although on the other hand, once I'm back in a place where the bookstores actually have more than 2 books in English, I'm probably not even going to bother with people for awhile. All I've read in forever is fanfiction. Good God give me something that's been edited for typos, I beg of thee!
Still waiting for that one last grade.... After writing 38 pages in French, you'd think I'd get an A for effort, right? Nevermind that they were not proofread and thus were the shittiest 38 pages of French ever turned in for an unresearched research paper. I wonder what'll happen if I don't pass the class.
Erg. The printer is out of ink (my fault) so I can't print out hundreds of pages of fanfic on Smith's dime, so I am rather left askew. Funny how it's no longer my first instinct to reach for a book when I'm bored, but to dig in my backpack for the crumpled printouts that save me the humiliation of somebody looking over my shoulder and saying "Are you one of those weird fangirls...."
I am so fucking homesick. Weird how I've been here 10 months and it's just hitting me now. I miss home and I miss school and I miss driving and I miss Cheetos and wait I think I've had this rant before.
Ah well. At least I know I won't survive as an expat for more than a year at a time. Good to know, since I intend to spend a lot of time being an expat.
Actually, what I miss is my friends. I miss cuddling and being able to touch people just cause I like human contact, and not having them think I'm some weird obsessive freak. I miss laughing so hard my stomach hurts for days. This is the first time I haven't been able to find friends like that, and it scares me. I'm a year from graduation and I'm going to have to leave all the wonderful people I've met in college. And pay bills and shit. This is really not looking like the wonderful world of adulthood I looked forward to as a kid.
Although on the other hand, once I'm back in a place where the bookstores actually have more than 2 books in English, I'm probably not even going to bother with people for awhile. All I've read in forever is fanfiction. Good God give me something that's been edited for typos, I beg of thee!
Still waiting for that one last grade.... After writing 38 pages in French, you'd think I'd get an A for effort, right? Nevermind that they were not proofread and thus were the shittiest 38 pages of French ever turned in for an unresearched research paper. I wonder what'll happen if I don't pass the class.
Erg. The printer is out of ink (my fault) so I can't print out hundreds of pages of fanfic on Smith's dime, so I am rather left askew. Funny how it's no longer my first instinct to reach for a book when I'm bored, but to dig in my backpack for the crumpled printouts that save me the humiliation of somebody looking over my shoulder and saying "Are you one of those weird fangirls...."
