The more I get to know Rachel, the more she reminds me of Dana Nalven. Also it’s fucking weird that I have so many friends named Dana at this point that I have to refer to one of my best friends by her first and last name. But seriously, it’s the speed with which she moves (or rather, the lack of speed with which she moves), the things she talks about and how she says them, the way that she always wants ice cream, and how she always makes out. Although, I really can’t see Rachel moving to Hawaii on a whim without saying more than three words about it, or studying to read people’s chakras and Myan tarots.
If there’s anyone here that I’ve met that I can identify with, it’s Jess. She’s from Maryland, and I found pictures of her being a little punk-ass in high school on her facebook. I could tell that she didn’t care about the shoe story that she was telling last night.
Jojo’s (Yanna’s) husband is here. He’s been here for four days. I just found out he was here, but I had suspected she had a dude over because the toilet seat was up every time I went into the bathroom. He’s like 40. Whatever, he gave me this weird doll that looks like a monkey.
That is not true, it’s just a title of one of the chapters of Everything is Going to Be Great by Rachel Shukert, and it’s kind of how I feel. I have two pairs of pants, one sweatshirt, three t-shirts, six pairs of socks, and five pairs of underwear (stuffed into a Nalgen bottle) stuffed into my backpack. Also two books and a notebook and a towel. I have minimal toiletries. I am not bringing a hairbrush.
I am like one of those annoying children/stupid girls on their birthday who keep reminding people that it’s their birthday. Except for me it’s just like……..I’M IN ENGLAND I’M IN ENGLAND AREN’T I GREAT??????!!!!!!!!!!
I’m friends with Rachel because we both always want another drink. We want to travel to the same countries. We are going to Munich next week. She is the only other girl that I have met so far that is not in a marriage-track relationship. She likes to complain, and I like to negate those complaints, as I do to most. I am friends with Gwen because she is the first person I met and we were on the same flight. We have nothing in common. She is the nerdiest sorority girl that I have ever met, which makes her a little cooler. She is dating a Jamaican, which also makes her a little cooler. She’s really into chemistry, and likes to teach me things that I already know, like how to order drinks at bars, and how there are different dialects in different parts of countries. Of course, I always accept this knowledge gracefully. I am friends with Jessica and Florian because I like Germans. I am friends with Jennyann because she is my flatmate and because she is beautiful.
English girls are really stylish, except for the fact that they slut everything up to the extreme. Their ass-cheeks are flashing in this freezing weather, and their heels are higher than I can handle. Most want nothing to do with us American girls, but a few are very nice, like the Irish girls I have met.
Everyone is drunk all of the time. Not just us. The English. They fall all over the streets on top of one another and piggy-back everywhere. The school promotes drinking a ton. There are plenty of bars on campus.
There are a lot of Scottish Terriers running around on green grass.
Ohhh the list I could write for this question. I’m afraid of everything, and I always have been. Mostly things dealing with other human beings. But right at this moment I’m afraid of running out of money and not being able to use this trip the way I really want to. Also I’m afraid of starving to death, because I’ve decided to use my food money for other things.
In this one “this happened” manifested itself in the form of an actual physical cable. It was attached to me with a hook in my lower back, and then a system of pulleys allowed me to move wherever I wanted, albeit slowly. It was heavy, and then I realized what was going on, and I knew exactly what the cable was. I unhooked the cable, and it was like dying. The good kind of dying—heavenly and white. I floated away.