19 Days

I have spent the majority of my day lying (laying?) in bed. It's not very fun, folks. This morning I woke up and, like every other Thursday, began my trek to the Regent Street campus of my school. And it is a TREK. It takes me around 30-45 minutes to get to class and longer if I stop for coffee, which I did today. Once I got to class and sat down, I realized how tired I felt. This is unusual because most of the time, once I'm up in the morning, I am up! I'm awake and ready to go with no sign of drowsiness. Not so today. Every part of me felt like I might be coming down with something. It's that hard to describe kind of sick. When you don't really want to eat, but you don't feel nauseous, and you have fever-like symptoms, but you don't have a fever. It's weird. Following class, I went straight back to my room (after snapping a few pictures of the snow) and finished up a power point presentation that I have to give on Monday. I still wasn't feeling good so I decided to curl up with a movie. I settled on The Band Wagon, a 1953 film, starring Fred Astaire and Cyd Charisse. It wasn't bad. But I prefer Gene Kelly over Fred Astaire any day. After the movie, I thought I was feeling better. Then I stood up. Nope. Just an illusion. Time for three Gilmore Girls episodes in a row.

I'm ready to go home.

Granted, these past few months have been a blast, and maybe I only feel this way because I don't feel good and there are loud people in the hall, pre-gaming before a night of probable debauchery which will end in even more late night yelling,..

I'm not a big partier. I don't really enjoy "going out." To college students, especially those studying in foreign countries, "going out" means drinking, going to a club/pub/bar to drink some more, dance a little, drink some more and then head home. That's just not fun to me. Every once in a while? Fine. But not every week. And not multiple times a week. Call me lame, call me boring, call me what you will. That's fine with me. However, as a result of my dislike of "going out," I haven't made a lot of friends here. I'm usually a pretty social, friendly person, but when the only opportunity I have to make friends involves spending money that I don't want to spend to watch people that I don't know get wasted....I'd rather not. And I'm not exaggerating when I say that that's the only opportunity I have to make friends. You see, the dorm I live in is not connected with my school. The people I take classes with are not the same people I live with. I only see my classmates once a week, for about two hours. Not a lot of time to make lasting friendships. Along those lines, the people in my dorm are only around in the evenings, when they like to "go out," and apparently, that's the only thing they can think of for entertainment! *sigh*

I'm not sure what the purpose of this post is. I'm just lonely. I miss everyone. I miss everyone a lot more than I thought I would. I thought I wouldn't want to leave London when the time came....guess I was wrong.

I think I'll finish up this night with Meet Me in St. Louis. I could use some Judy Garland in my life.