i'm in michigan. and when i first got here, i thought homesickness was for the weak. i thought i was to good to be homesick. and damn it all. i have a case of homesickness to make the "hello mother song" look even more pathetic than it is naturally.first let me vent everything out, then i'll talk about the good things, if you dont like to read my bitchings, well then why the heck do u come here? :P
mom and dad didnt even say goodbye they just left me. they hate this state and all the democrats in it i think. i dont know why they do what they do, but they are my parents and i love them. . . marc helped me move in. he's a nice guy with some napoleon dynamite qualities. he and i seem to be fighting alot, kinda like robbie and i did much of senior year. only i knew why robbie and i got mad at each other. i have no idea why i argue with him. oh btw he's a communist. i talked to cuz about it, and she seems to think he and i both need to be proven right. which could be true. but it also could be, i'm a bitch when my feelings are hurt (as many of u know) or when i feel sick mais je vais rire quand je pleuvais.
shit is going on back home and i am here. i miss some of the things, including and i never thought i would say this, the humidity. i have been cold everyday i have woken up and by the time it's about 5 pm i'm freezing. better hot than cold, but it's giving me a cold. and i think it gave me the migraine from hell that i had yesterday. damn it all, a lack of humidity!
oh there's only one bed in our room still. so i am sleeping on the couch. my roommate went home for the weekend. so i am all alones.
les hommes ici, ils sont les anes. pas tous, mais beaucoup.
i have been attempting to meet people. which even though i am friendly, it's hard to do. cause c'est moi. et tous sais je suis difficile avec les peuples. my roommate is pretty awesome. she's from flint michigan. which is two hours from here. a girl kitty corner from me is named kelly from coldwater. she has the sweetest disposition. but i honestly have no idea what she thinks of me. kitty corner to her other side is kierra. kierra is pretty awesome but i think i am an annoyance to her.
just down the hall from her is abraxas who is from dc. abraxas is just herself and she's got the most unique self. abraxas was the girl at aop who i had commented something before my concussion that i regret viciously. but she also has proved someone i can talk to and vent with. very understanding and feeling my same problem with being homesick. her roommate isha, is fun loving and sweet. a party girl with a personality that revolves around smiling. i was teaching her french and she stopped some guy and told him to "embrasse mon derriere". pj is the other guy from AOP who we've been hanging with. he lives in south on the 10th. he a wiry guy with a dry sense of humor, he's the yorker.
when i got here wednesday, i spent an incredible morning getting to know life lessons better. kierra and pj got here sometime late in the afternoon. we went to go eat dinner and on our way we met kelly. kelly was a co 4-Her with kierra. kelly is an agtech major who loves her horse and having her bed made.
let's see wednesday night i met and scared my roommate went to some required things. thursday nite i went to a pep rally and saw sparty fall. but right before the pep rally i felt like i got a kick in the stomach. since i got here when ever i'm introduced to someone, i get introduced as a girl who got a concussion playing frisbee. i'm labeled a klutz and a dork. it's a big joke to everyone, mais ce n'est pas amusement. rien de personne peut comprendre les problemes j'ai avec ma tete a cause de ca. and i dont mind getting teased a bit, but when it's like every three minutes, it hurts. especially when it crosses the line into being the ass of every joke. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
ok i'm done thinking bout that. i'm happy happy happy :P.
yesterday was awful. i woke up with the migraine from hell. and my face felt all swollen and stuff. it's been the humidity getting to me, or rather the lack there of.
lord right now there are horns honking right now and its making me nutty.
the migraine slacked of a bit after about the 6th pill i took. i went and had lunch with kierra and them. and marc decided that we should all go outside and sleep under a tree. for those of you that know me from back home, you guys know that i do that anyways. my tendency to climb trees and the pokey tree in the backyard with the perfect curving branches for me to nap in. damn i miss it.
i didnt nap well my mind was running about 200 mph. thinking about the previous three weeks and how expectations no matter the size often do not exist. and le oiseau laid est moi. i took alot of pictures though. you can see them on http://profiles.yahoo.com/tiggers_bouncin_babe just go to view my photos.
i'm still trying to get the wiggle to download. it's save to my computer, but f'it it doesnt want to go to see anyone.
last nite we went to the u fest and there was a rock wall :D which i just had to climb. ya'lls know my obsession with climbing. MOC that's me, emphasis on the M part.
then when we got back to the dorms i chilled in my room for a bit. then i headed over to pj's. i came back early with the migraine and i took a few calls. and i had a really awful experience with my inability to say no to people i perceive to be in trouble. i already got lectured about it once. i cant discuss it because it will just induce more comments.
woohoo another train. those are really annoying.
just once i wish ihad the balls to say what's on my mind with out apologizing for myself or my personality. but i suppose if i had balls i wouldnt be a female and therefore i wouldnt have the problems anyways.
c'est vrai. il y a un temps quand je lui aime. mais maintenant je ne peux pas.
you know that's another thing i kinda miss, being able to ramble in french to who ever is around. and being understood.
it's loud here. very different from home. pour beaucoup de temps je voudrais aller au chez moi. mais je ne peux pas.
i've learned many things in my first few days here. flirtations are a way of life. you gotta live and let live. dont work on the emotional level. live for yourself and laugh when it hurts the most.
i think i'm going to take a nap. or call my friends back home. i miss them. but i am bound to figure myself out here. i gots to. adieu mes amours!
~~~~~~~~~~Sarah
"i'll wait my turn till it's our turn to dance"
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