Oi... back in America. All things considered, I was ready to come home. England was fantastic, and the experience as a whole was one of the best of my life, but I also actually feel a sense of home back here in Indiana. Ouch. That's actually kind of painful to think about. Home it may be, for now, but once I graduate, that must... WILL... change.
And my sister and I found out we actually like each other. We didn't grow up together, so this was the first time we ever just hung out with each other. Her husband is great too. The two of us got drunk together one night (think I mentioned something about that here when it happened), and it only reaffirmed my belief that all males of this world still participate in the Ancient Greek drinking parties that bond people together (not in the sexual way -- I don't swing that way, though that didn't stop a few drunk British guys from groping my and trying to tear off my shirt... long story, that one....)
ANYWAY... I think I met the woman I didn't even know I was looking for. So naturally we can't be together (at least not yet... or ever?) I'm not gonna' go all apeshit and lovey-dovey here (really, do any of you out there really want to hear that?), but I will say that I may be rethinking my beliefs on the possibilities of two people instantly knowing each other and that they belong together. Then again, we AREN'T together.... I'm sure there's some sort of paradox at work here, but paradoxes always give me headaches, so I'm just gonna' end this with:
Random thought of the day (haven't had one of these in a while): So the British equivalent of "fag" is "wanker," and wanker means one who wanks off, i.e. do you need me to spell that one out for you? So if someone who (gasp) gets himself off at any point in his life is the equivalent of a fag, does that explain why so many men seem to find me attractive?
And my sister and I found out we actually like each other. We didn't grow up together, so this was the first time we ever just hung out with each other. Her husband is great too. The two of us got drunk together one night (think I mentioned something about that here when it happened), and it only reaffirmed my belief that all males of this world still participate in the Ancient Greek drinking parties that bond people together (not in the sexual way -- I don't swing that way, though that didn't stop a few drunk British guys from groping my and trying to tear off my shirt... long story, that one....)
ANYWAY... I think I met the woman I didn't even know I was looking for. So naturally we can't be together (at least not yet... or ever?) I'm not gonna' go all apeshit and lovey-dovey here (really, do any of you out there really want to hear that?), but I will say that I may be rethinking my beliefs on the possibilities of two people instantly knowing each other and that they belong together. Then again, we AREN'T together.... I'm sure there's some sort of paradox at work here, but paradoxes always give me headaches, so I'm just gonna' end this with:
Random thought of the day (haven't had one of these in a while): So the British equivalent of "fag" is "wanker," and wanker means one who wanks off, i.e. do you need me to spell that one out for you? So if someone who (gasp) gets himself off at any point in his life is the equivalent of a fag, does that explain why so many men seem to find me attractive?
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moya:
I did get your email and read it.
I've written people emails like that before, and hit send..and it hurts when you realize they never got it because email accounts fuck up like that. Once, I hit send..and the split second before it sent, the entire message was erased in the box, so a blank message was sent..
moya:
Thanks.
I doubt I'll need the chair, but I appreciate the offer. I feel a bit better, but I also think it's because I ignore everything going on and just sleep. Not the healthiest thing, but it's nice relaxation for the time..