this place suffocates

Sep 12, 2006 02:04

i started getting chest pains today because my dad keeps calling me or coming up to me, literally every hour, haranguing me about how i'm "going to get mugged and be homeless or miss my program" in europe. it doesn't stop. when he's at home, literally every ten minutes he walks over to me and says something. i haven't had the chance to actually be excited about going to europe.

i need to get out of here.

when i come back, so many things will be different. i'll hopefully feel a little less jaded about the world, i'll have graduated and will be able to get a JOB.

i don't ever want to live here again. ever. not even for ravi.

really, i'm excited about spain. but if i get mugged, i'm never going to stop hearing it from my parents.

today i fly to london. i'm going to meet a BBC reporter! i'm going to the national gallery. i'm going to oxford to crash with nick and i'm so excited. i'm bringing him cigarettes and candy, as promised. i went to wal-mart today and bought the cigarettes with my mother. we'd never bought cigarettes before and my mom kept forcefully laughing and making comments to let people around her know that she never buys them. she's ridiculous.

then i'm going to dublin to hang out with sheila for four days. i've never been to ireland...

i received the following piece of advice from katie m.

fall in love with a spanish man. he will make you a woman.

just make sure you fall out of love with him, because he says all the same amazing things to 3 other american girls.

don't think i'll be doing that. i talked to krysten around 6 p.m. today. she was walking home, tipsy, already in salamanca. she told me to bring febreeze because everyone smokes there. and music. and leggings, because the 80s are back.

must not lose passport or get mugged.
must not lose passport or get mugged.
must not lose passport or get mugged.
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