People that I have met out here frequesntly ask me if I feel homesick.
'No,' I tell them, 'I feel friendsick.'
And I do. Don't get me wrong, I do miss parts of Plymouth, I miss mum and dad, Nicola and Toffee, but I've been to university. I know I can cope with being apart from them. This is just like that, but with an ocean between places.
But truly I am friendsick. I would really quite like to go to the pub quiz with Sumika, Zack and co. Have cup of tea in Paul's back garden. Pretend to be eating steak and chips with Steve. Going on an aimless walk with Stefan.
It makes it harder seeing them do stuff together. I missed Zack and Dhani's housewarming. That sucks. I have missed countless nights out. That sucks. I have missed, no doubt, the stupid trips to KFC and marathons of My Super Sweet 16. That really sucks.
But do I begrudge them that? Hell no. Do I wish I hadn't come out here? Definitely not.
I know the obvious flaw in that argument is that I am away from them at uni. Well yeah, but I have friends in Norwich and they have their friends where ever.
Ugh, fuck this mood. I need to eat crap now.
Tuesday, 14 September 2010
Monday, 13 September 2010
9 days without a post, how did you manage?
Well, I guess I owe you an apology.
Sorry.
There.
Look, I've been busy doing stuff. Class takes up some time if we throw in the amount of time it takes to get there and back on the bus, and the studying I do at home, and the shit done downtown. So there's most of my day gone, really.
Plus, I have been socialising a bit. On Friday I went to a trivia night hosted by one of the fraternities. It was at a pub in Midtown and yes, I got smashed. The hangover took up Saturday morning, and the rest of the day was, of course, spent drinking some more, watching college ball and doing nothing. Oh yeah, Marcus held a dinner party type thing. Well, he had some friends round (I was the youngest person by about 20 years) and cooked a massive dish of paella. It was tasty and so was the copious amounts of wine being consumed.
Thursday we went to another baseball game. Must stop doing that. It was Kayleigh's first time, so I guess it was alright. But no, the game is still shit.
Oh, Sunday was full of NFL and drinking. I do like that game, it's actually pretty exciting.
Um, look, I dunno how much effort I feel like expending on my blog. I haven't really had anything exciting to write about. I have a routine and it's not likely to change for a while.
Yes, I have a birthday coming up that may change all that, but what time do I have? How can I go anywhere not a bus route? People have been asking me if I have been making friends. What am I? A fuckin' 5 year old starting school? What do you expect me to say? Of course I've been making friends, but I hesitate to use that word. I have made acquaintances. I have gone drinking and met people who are in my classes and then I talk to them. I have people's numbers, added them on Facebook, made plans. What do you expect me to say? 'No, I am a lonely fuck'?
Ugh, sorry, but it frustrates me. It's such a dumb question.
I don't like talking about myself. I seriously hate it. I also hate being asked to tell someone how I feel and what has happened. If I have anything to tell, I will tell it when the occasion arises. If I have cause to say how the people are, who I made friends with, where I went, what is so 'craaaaaazy' about Texas, I will say it. Just don't ask me outright. Just don't. Makes me feel like a tourist, and I never want to be a tourist. Hence why there are no photos. I don't take them, because I want to see the world through my own eyes and not through a lense. If that isn't good enough, then I am terribly sorry that you feel that way. Yes, I get it, people want a record of what they have done, where they have been, but that's not. If I've done it, I've done it.
Man, I sound like a cunt.
On the upside, I have been getting mail from mother, so that's a bonus.
Sorry.
There.
Look, I've been busy doing stuff. Class takes up some time if we throw in the amount of time it takes to get there and back on the bus, and the studying I do at home, and the shit done downtown. So there's most of my day gone, really.
Plus, I have been socialising a bit. On Friday I went to a trivia night hosted by one of the fraternities. It was at a pub in Midtown and yes, I got smashed. The hangover took up Saturday morning, and the rest of the day was, of course, spent drinking some more, watching college ball and doing nothing. Oh yeah, Marcus held a dinner party type thing. Well, he had some friends round (I was the youngest person by about 20 years) and cooked a massive dish of paella. It was tasty and so was the copious amounts of wine being consumed.
Thursday we went to another baseball game. Must stop doing that. It was Kayleigh's first time, so I guess it was alright. But no, the game is still shit.
Oh, Sunday was full of NFL and drinking. I do like that game, it's actually pretty exciting.
Um, look, I dunno how much effort I feel like expending on my blog. I haven't really had anything exciting to write about. I have a routine and it's not likely to change for a while.
Yes, I have a birthday coming up that may change all that, but what time do I have? How can I go anywhere not a bus route? People have been asking me if I have been making friends. What am I? A fuckin' 5 year old starting school? What do you expect me to say? Of course I've been making friends, but I hesitate to use that word. I have made acquaintances. I have gone drinking and met people who are in my classes and then I talk to them. I have people's numbers, added them on Facebook, made plans. What do you expect me to say? 'No, I am a lonely fuck'?
Ugh, sorry, but it frustrates me. It's such a dumb question.
I don't like talking about myself. I seriously hate it. I also hate being asked to tell someone how I feel and what has happened. If I have anything to tell, I will tell it when the occasion arises. If I have cause to say how the people are, who I made friends with, where I went, what is so 'craaaaaazy' about Texas, I will say it. Just don't ask me outright. Just don't. Makes me feel like a tourist, and I never want to be a tourist. Hence why there are no photos. I don't take them, because I want to see the world through my own eyes and not through a lense. If that isn't good enough, then I am terribly sorry that you feel that way. Yes, I get it, people want a record of what they have done, where they have been, but that's not. If I've done it, I've done it.
Man, I sound like a cunt.
On the upside, I have been getting mail from mother, so that's a bonus.
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