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i am officially homesick. ron emailed me a picture of my newest puppy ruby, who only got a week before i left and shes gotten bigger without me and i doubt she'll even remmeber me when i get home. i stillt hink london sucks. the poeple are snotty and everytime i take a taxi i think im going to die. none of the streets are grid-like so i get lost everywhere. same goes for the streets in dublin, but the people are nicer, the food and weather were better. went tot he oldest pub in ireland, called the brazen head. met a nice swedish boy who was witha group of his friends and one of his friends yelled at me for being american. he told me, "good luck with your war of terror" as if i personally decided to bomb iraq. i didn't have the energy to argue with him, but jens, the nice sweidsh boy understood when i explained that i personally am completely against this war for oil and i think george bush is about the thickest person on the planet with no sense of duty to his people whatsoever. anyways its off to paris tomorrow. we're taking the chunnel. its liek three hours and i doubt im allowed to smoke so we'll see. i'm sick of transporting myself. sick of planes and trains and taxis and more sick of walking. sick or screaming babaies in the seat behid me and sick of not being able to hug my boyfriend. its like being at a party you weren't invited to and don't know anybody at....theres a ton going on but no one really wants to talk to you i don't know if its because im american ro because im with my dad or because they simply don't know me. well i have to go to bed now.