Happy Birthday, Carli.
My mum and vati hooked the internet up for me momentarily so that I can have the feel of a real life again. Unfortunately, no AIM. In the past three days I've read three and a half books, watched a total of seven movies, sat through a marathon of Date My Mom, and another of Laguna Beach. My stomach is full of lemon drops, Mt. Dew, grilled cheese, stale cereal, and old fruit; for lemon drops, Mt. Dew, grilled cheese, stale cereal, and old fruit is all I am being fed. Five tiny dogs surround my feet - none of which are mine. Last night I spent most of my time wrapped in blankets- sitting on a picnic table on the top of some random and useless mound of hell called "Sugar Mountain", with no means of communication to the outside world. For hours I sat, listening to Something Corporate, and catching fireflies, smearing their bodily fluids on my face so that I could glow in the dark. (Repellent and sickening, I know.. but the things you will do for entertainment..) I believe I'm losing my sanity - maybe it's already lost. Oh how I miss my beautiful friends and home and sunshine and warmth and the beach and shopping and service on my phone and reading harry potter and good food and ice cream and civilization and kids my age and flat ground and straight roads and everyone and everything. Days to go, I don't know if I'll last. "Okay," you are thinking. "This is all a bit dramatic. It's only a six day trip!", you will tell me. But the truth is, I'm terribly homesick. And friendsick, and even physically sick, for that matter. My spirits are dropping; as is the temperature. Comment to me - whether you know me or not! I need some type of interaction, and will be forever grateful to whoever gives it to me. Love to all.