died in the wool ______

To have no set purpose in one's life is the harlotry of the will -Stephen Mackenna-

Wednesday, March 23, 2005


Not in a very good mood today. A mystery loan payment sucked out the money I had saved for my labtop I was planning to by next month. Called parents, but wouldn't answer the phone, most likely screening their calls for solicitors old school style (the funny thing is I think they have caller ID). That and I really miss someone who I often feel like has forgotten I exist (I suppose that goes for most people on the North American continent that I know). I actually thought about uploading one of his friendster photos, but that is certainly crossing lines I think.

Today is one of those days where I want to go back to the US, and leave this country behind forever. In a different life, I'm in graduate school right now.

I consider myself an optimist (at least as far as my future is concerened), but even the optimist gets lonely, homesick, and culture shocked. Even sometimes all at the same time.



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