For No Reason

Im quite pissed about the internet, I don’t know why it hasn’t been working since Tuesday, and I’d really like to attempt to keep up with this blog. So I’m being forced to write it in Word and then transfer it over to blogger. This just makes everything more difficult. The whole reason I paid for this internet service was to be able to use it at my convenience, when I’d like to and where. Plus I paid a lot for it. More than I did to be able to use the gym, and I go there practically everyday.
I had a weird experience today, where I woke up at 3am. I was wide awake and not tired at all. I hadn’t been sleeping in clothes because my room is really warm. I was sweating a bit and couldn’t figure out why. I had a dream about working in a soap mill and me being covered in burning lye.
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Now my computer is working, obviously, or I wouldn’t be updating. I don’t feel like typing up this lab report, but I should. I made fajitas tonight, which made me miss home and my mom, since she is the only one who ever makes them. My clothes smell like fried cumin and onions.
I made some banana bread tonight, so 2 pieces of that and a brownie and those fajitas later, I’m one overly full Jen(n).

I miss home. I miss my dog and my ponies and I can’t wait to see Chris this weekend. But I’m so behind on this school work – I should be spending my time studying. I’m 21, I’m studying abroad – in other words, I have no idea what I should be doing. Most people would be drinking. Instead I’m eating at five-star restaurants and staying at hostels to try to make up for it.

I also have been listening to The Rising by the Boss this week. Strange but true, you can tell I've been away from NJ too long

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Yesterday was my Papa’s birthday. But he lives in California, so its really difficult for me to call because of the time changes. I had my dad call him to tell him happy birthday for me, but he was so knocked up on pain killers because of his cancer that he didn’t know what was up and was too tired to talk. I hope he lives until Christmas, I’d love to be able to send him some cookies, hear his voice, and tell him I love him.