I can't even remember what I did on Monday, so it must have been insignificant. Oh, looking back at my previous blog post, it appears I already wrote about Monday. I summed it up in one purchase of an overpriced skirt. In that case, we'll move right along here to Tuesday. xD
I woke up for the first time in weeks completely sans an alarm clock, which would have been a lot more exciting if my body hadn't decided 7:30 was an acceptable time for that to happen. Especially since I had nowhere to be until 2.
But anyway, because of that, I had hours to just lie around in bed, reading "Unwind" and watching the previous night's Gossip Girl and catching up on emails I let fall to the wayside because I have been too busy living my life to be online as much as normal.
There was a blog comment the other day that said something along the lines of, "well to me it still sounds like you're not happy to be back" which I found to be a really odd thing to say, since the comment was left on a blog post where I was talking about how much I'd bonded with my housemates, made new friends, and wasn't experiencing any sort of weird culture shock things. I don't feel the need to respond to each and every dumb comment I receive, but this one kind of stuck in my mind for most of yesterday, and while I was out celebrating my roommate Justin's birthday at one of our local bars, I was asking myself if that was true or not. And I came to this very surprising conclusion that it's not true at all.
The last few days, despite going back to work, despite stress over school, despite confusing boy situations and missing my London friends and having to get back into a routine.. I've realized I'm really happy. Sort of in a content, I-can-be-okay-with-this-life kind of way. And that was really encouraging, because I haven't been home very long and I can already tell that this is going to be a good year and that I am really lucky to live where I do.
We played pool at the bar last night. I was (and always have been) seriously awful, but Justin's friend Forest picked me to be on his team and I managed to get one or two of our solid balls in. Forest and I had a few nice chats over the course of the night, and he also taught me how to figure out if I am a dominant right or left eye. I'm right. Apparently that's good if I ever want to shoot a gun. Haha.
He was asking me, "So I know you talk about your friends that you have far away… I am wondering how many that is. I mean I know a handful of people who live in other places.. but you make it sound like you just have loads from the Internet and stuff. How many are legit friends?"
I didn't really know how to answer his question. I said "all of them". I said that in any given place, aside from like.. Asia or Africa or something, I would probably have a at least one if not a handful of people I could call if I were ever stranded. That I regularly text a good number of them. That plenty of them know my secrets or would be invited to my wedding were I getting married. He seemed impressed or intrigued or at least interested (alliteration wooo) in how that's possible. I like when people try to pick apart my life, honestly. It makes me feel exciting or exotic or something.
Anyway, most people went home kind of early; Justin and Forest and I continued to chat about life and Justin's new job and girl problems. Then Tyler stopped by, and eventually drove us home (because he wasn't going to leave Justin and I to stumble home alone) and we had this short little emotional moment with him because he just moved out and that's sad. Like he's breaking up our family or something. :(
Now it's Wednesday! There is nothing all that exciting about Wednesday to be honest. Just that my roommate PJ and I have a strict schedule with the bathroom (I shower at 9) and she's currently in there and it's 9:08. Frustrating.
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