honeymoon's over

i'm getting really sick of this place. culture shock. this is normal. blah blah blah. adjustment period. then acceptance. blah blah. but that doesnt change the facts. i miss home. i miss my friends. i miss my crazy fucking fun friends who listen to good music and smoke weed and dont care how weird i am. i even had a dream about oxford, rididng around in murbs car with kelsey and adelaide eating SONIC. god i would die for a coke float and some tator tots right now. and then i had a dream about sweating my ass off in the grove. like are you fucking kidding me? the grove. the last place on earth i like being when i'm home, i'm dreaming about because this place is just so lame. i miss sweet tea and southern accents and concerts and not being mentally exhausted all the time and sushi and chicken salad and meatloaf and my bed and your shirt that i forgot to bring and 3G and saying y'all and proper liquor drinks and not feeling like fresh meat when i go out.

dont get me wrong, i still love the candy (just ate two whole bars), wine, cheese, beer, and shopping. but some of the shit here gets on my fucking nerves. WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO FIND SOME ORGANIC TOMATO SOUP? and why are there so many types of fucking yogurt? grow up. yogurt is for toothless hobos. and y'all seriously dont need that many types of jelly. get over it. its just breakfast. and its not like y'all eat biscuits anyway. and the fact that nothing is open on sunday really grinds my gears. and that pharmacies dont sell over the counter medicine, only fancy skin products. and the construction along my walk to school and having to walk in the streets to avoid running into people.

and of course my wallet was "stolen" last weekend. well maybe it was lost, but i have no idea. someone bought me a "beer" and i dont remember anything after drinking it. woke up at a friends house the next day and had no idea what happened or how i got there. day after, retraced my steps to no avail, call regions and got my shit together. i have to get them to send me an official letter so i can pick up my primavera ticket since i need my old card to get the tickets- of course. apparently new card its going to be here tomorrow but honestly who knows. fedex guy refuses to give me the tracking number for security reasons?

maybe i'll try to paris this weekend or maybe i'll just spend too much money on clothes/makeup. anyway desperately awaiting me and lubankos european adventures- amsterdam, portugal, greece? and my trip to barcelona for music orgy of my life.

i smell like curry, and i like that.
till next time.
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