slick sweated and fever dreamy

it's frustrating that i can't just easily blog. it makes me making people, ie my mother, happy harder. and we've all learned that i don't like hard.

things have been interesting. i have been sick for about a week. after i got back from my teaching seminar. which was amazing. the teachers were great, had a good time.

but upon returning with a nasty cold, i haven't felt so hot. and then i went to the water park. and can i just say that it is EXACTLY like america even if everyone swims in their underwear and weighs 12 pounds. maybe we run in different circles? the water park... there was 15 year old american radio fodder playing, no outside food allowed in, the smell of sunscreen (on me and the other americans), and a HUGE pool painted so blue it made the sky embarassed. also, it's completely foreign. it's the cool spot for everyone not from Kstan to hang apparently.

but i did burn myself in a few stupid places. like in an exact circle on the back of both knee caps. in STRIPES on my arms. alternating of course with my natural whiteness. i was a peppermint for a few days. now i am tanned-ish and only dealing with a cold. that day of sun stroke (if i'm feeling dramatic), sun burn, and cold. not happy.

then i had a dream i got into a huge fight and left the country. i went home. i woke up waiting to get on my plane. not what i wanted to feel really. because i don't want to go home. still can't shake the dream feeling, but i'm not any closer to coming home than i was in August.

also, many other things happy. which i am both pleased with and grateful for. more blogging later. with pictures. dammit!

also, thanks to andrea wortel for remembering i exist. i still love you very much. and i can't wait to share scars.

x2, i think i will be blonde in the next few days. followed by violently blue. because... because it needs to be.