Happier.
So, lately, things have been going okay.
Mom is still away, but she'll be back next week.
Actually, I'm pretty pleased with the way I've handled things. We're not drowning in debt, and that is really something. ^__^
Even scraped together some money for new things for the house.
I feel competent!
At Uni, our class has been divided up into study-groups. A girl kept bitching about her group, so they - meaning the guy in charge of the group thing - forced ME to switch places with her.
I was pretty furious at first, but I'm okay with it now. There's someone in the group that I MIGHT have an interest in, and who MIGHT have an interest in me, but eh... nothing beats playing hard to get. Heheh.
When I got all upset at the amount of work I did which went to waste, most of the guys were pretty sympathetic about it. I'm surprised they even cared. Pleased, also, and a little touched.
Being from England has done wonders for my social life, popularity rates and of course saddled me with a couple of admirers. It's so weird, because even though I've changed so much on the outside, I'm still me. I still feel like me. Even though I don't really look like me.
I mean, the me that I've gotten used to over these past 6 years.
It's good that I'm happier now. Uncomfortable at times when the stares get to be too much and too obvious, but still happy.
I just hope I don't get tongue-tied tomorrow in front ofthe class when I'm presenting my dissertation on the embryological development of head and neck muscles.
Mom is still away, but she'll be back next week.
Actually, I'm pretty pleased with the way I've handled things. We're not drowning in debt, and that is really something. ^__^
Even scraped together some money for new things for the house.
I feel competent!
At Uni, our class has been divided up into study-groups. A girl kept bitching about her group, so they - meaning the guy in charge of the group thing - forced ME to switch places with her.
I was pretty furious at first, but I'm okay with it now. There's someone in the group that I MIGHT have an interest in, and who MIGHT have an interest in me, but eh... nothing beats playing hard to get. Heheh.
When I got all upset at the amount of work I did which went to waste, most of the guys were pretty sympathetic about it. I'm surprised they even cared. Pleased, also, and a little touched.
Being from England has done wonders for my social life, popularity rates and of course saddled me with a couple of admirers. It's so weird, because even though I've changed so much on the outside, I'm still me. I still feel like me. Even though I don't really look like me.
I mean, the me that I've gotten used to over these past 6 years.
It's good that I'm happier now. Uncomfortable at times when the stares get to be too much and too obvious, but still happy.
I just hope I don't get tongue-tied tomorrow in front ofthe class when I'm presenting my dissertation on the embryological development of head and neck muscles.