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October 11th, 2006

Wednesday, October 11th, 2006 10:03 am
I am trying to be happy here but it is currently not working all that well.

Which reminds me how happy I am that I am not going to try going off into the real world in such a way that I know no one there, I guess.

Still, I could do with being less homesick, and with feeling like this is my life. I mean, really. How is it that I have this mother who cleans up after me and does my laundry and cooks, and then I actually eat the food although it has cheese in it, and I go to drunken parties because I don't know how to be with people here and still do things that are actually fun. And I buy pads at the supermarket, and don't read the labels on the food I buy? What? This is not my life.

Eva says I will be happy when my parents come to visit, but this is because she thinks that they are who I talk to on the phone (I mean, sometimes I do talk to them.) and that they are who I miss, but I am homesick for Carleton and not for home home. Still, I probably will be happy. At least I know them.