Parting is such sweet somethin…
i don’t know why i started with that. i guess because my temporary production teachers have just gone back to london, and all the students have gone away for the weekend. my roommates have emailed me an invite to a club they’ll be at tonight, but i just want to go home later and go to sleep….
oh wait, i don’t have a bed.
but i won’t talk about that just yet. however, thanks to scottish lindsay and her mum, i ordered the high-frequency spider repellent machine from the internet. i won’t tell you how much it cost, because it was way too expensive, but if it prevents the urchins from climbing over my face while i’m sleeping, then heck, why not…
i’ve come up with another ingenious plan regarding making life more bareable here: it involves moving. out of my place in december. into a new, cheaper, probably crappier place in mid-january, after break. that is, if i can find something. it was brought to my attention by my classmates that the rent and bill money i’m paying is too high. and, being without a bed and all, and being far from school, well i think i should bail. there’s nothing available in this city right now, what with 40,000 students around, but next semester, hopefully someone will vacate.
have i talked about teeth yet?
everyone else has non-braces teeth as well! it just got so normal in the US, seeing people with perfect teeth all the time. then i come here and everyone has the teeth god gave them! ha!!! so i fit right in, eh? it’s stupid, just a little psychological thing, but somehow it makes me feel a bit better.
have i talked about style?
man, the kids around here are so styley. these brits are not afraid of the funk, that’s for sure. they sport some crazy outfits and haircuts, for rizzo. it’s like being in williamsburg at 2am. you hate it, but you love it, and you’ve gotta stare at them because 1) they look funny, and 2) you’ve gotta respect their fashion effort. my roommate paula is especially punked out, but in a quasi-professional kind of way. i definitely feel a bit boring with my patagonia rain jacket and timberlands, but then i remember that i’m american, first of all, plus i’m old enough to be a mom, which means i’m allowed to act like a mom if i want to. and moms, often enough, buy clothing that lasts before buying clothing that looks tremendously funky. if the mom is cool, she manages to do both. but i’l'l work on that once i’m gainfully employed.
so it’s the weekend now, and i’m terrified of the boredom that’s inevitable. because that leads to thinking, and thinking leads to memory, and memory leads to wanting to email people, and that makes me remember i STILL do not have internet at home, and then i just get depressed for myriad reasons and end up eating dutch cookies instead of dinner. fortunately, my pal american kate is experiencing the same fear of solitude, so together in our misery we’ve planned to hang out in town this weekend. i have been instructed to stay at home tomorrow til she calls me.
it’s so interesting, this need for immediate friendship. it’s a substitute for the real relationships you’ve left behind. it’s like a drug. it helps you to forget that really, you’re very much alone.
and with that, off i go…