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So, tomorrow, I'm leaving for Athens! Yay! Its been my dream since like I was...in some grade. I don't know, its all a commercial from a time respected, and evolved from; but still something fun to see and do, ya know? The only thing thats really lame is that on Monday it snowed, yes SNOWED, about 6 inches, IN FUCKING GREECE! Like, its supposed to be one of the warmest countries in Europe and it snows! WTF. 4 serious. But, that was on Monday, an an rare occurrence at best, so I'm hoping for at least 60 degrees Fahrenheit. I think 60 would be a good temperature, too cold to go swimming but I'm doing it anyways. There are a couple people coming from my program also, not with me necessarily, but by themselves. I hope we can meet up, especially since two of the people have a hotel room with a pool overlooking the acropolises-?. So...we'll see how this turns out.
On another note, my pink eye came back. Sucks. I don't know how, but it came back. So on Tuesday I bought a bunch of cleaning stuff and STERILIZED my whole room. It's a fucking government installation now, that shit ain't coming back. Or maybe I better stop eating out the asses of prostitutes, that would be a plus.
This morning made me happy. I talked to two of my best friends, Katrielle and Debra. I have this really weird feeling here, relating, indirectly, to them. Like I feel separated, in many ways, from my friends back in America-generally-but don't wanna loose touch. Its like we all, people in the program-have all more or less bonded, if not as best friends forever, then as aliens in a foreign land, so seeing the same people every day becomes home. So, when I think on friends back in the States I have this mental schism forming thats currently hard to overcome. Not like I can no longer talk to them, laugh and cry, but its just awkward.
Well, the time has come to once again draw this confession to a close. Soon, an update on Athens and good adventures sacking some shit.
On another note, my pink eye came back. Sucks. I don't know how, but it came back. So on Tuesday I bought a bunch of cleaning stuff and STERILIZED my whole room. It's a fucking government installation now, that shit ain't coming back. Or maybe I better stop eating out the asses of prostitutes, that would be a plus.
This morning made me happy. I talked to two of my best friends, Katrielle and Debra. I have this really weird feeling here, relating, indirectly, to them. Like I feel separated, in many ways, from my friends back in America-generally-but don't wanna loose touch. Its like we all, people in the program-have all more or less bonded, if not as best friends forever, then as aliens in a foreign land, so seeing the same people every day becomes home. So, when I think on friends back in the States I have this mental schism forming thats currently hard to overcome. Not like I can no longer talk to them, laugh and cry, but its just awkward.
Well, the time has come to once again draw this confession to a close. Soon, an update on Athens and good adventures sacking some shit.