So I finally contracted it. That deadly, contagious, epidemic that is inevitable for most adventurous souls: homesickness. It is in fact my birthday weekend, birthday month more appropriate for this vain individual, and I have come to the sick realization that I have NO FRIENDS. This may sound melodramatic, which I am never short of being, but the truth is it is alot harder to make friends than I ever imagined. Now don't get me wrong, I have met several interesting and wonderful people and have had a great time doing so, I just haven't developed those solid friendships that a person longs for, most desperately when it is a holiday or more importantly the celebration of the birth of yours truly. This being said, I am not giving up.
Since I have moved here I have done things that I normally would NEVER do. I started a freaking blog for instance. Other things include driving around aimlessly in search of nothing, exploring, reading (on book #7), writing, drinking (alone and in random bars... ok so I did this alot at home too), shopping (on a daily basis), giving myself manis/pedis, running, surfing craigslist.. ok you get the point.
My point is I'm running out of things to do and places to go. I just finished watching the movie Julie and Julia which left me feeling the strong need to cook something. This rarely happens, if ever. I'm the kind of person who has little patience for time consuming tasks. I eat when I'm hungry. I don't plan ahead in advance to eat and then spend hours preparing the meal. However, considering my present need for self entertainment and its dormant presence on my list of 30 Things To Do Before I'm 30, I just may go crazy. Off to the grocery store. Bye all.
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