Today is the first, and hopefully last day of the BKV strike. (BKV is the Budapest transit company). According to the emails, no busses are running, the trams are few and far between, but metros and cable line busses are unaffected. I decided not to risk it, and ordered sushi instead of doing the grocery shopping that I've been putting off for a week now. I've also taken this as a sign that it's okay to take a cab to the airport tomorrow morning, which is so much nicer than the metro/bus alternative.
For some reason the past few days all I've wanted to do is read and watch movies. Not even really intelligent reading either- the kind of reading where you start at one article on wikipedia and then just click links from there... I did manage to start War and Peace, but I have just about 2,000 pages to go. Literally. In the meantime, I've watched Pulp Fiction, P.S. I Love You, Inglourious Basterds, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and too many episodes of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Somehow I've still managed to get my laundry and cleaning mostly done, and I found the time to fall in love with the Script. The Script is a semi-famous band from Dublin who sings songs about love-lost and other things that make my head spin.
In traditional Emily-style, I decided that today was a good time to start planning for six months from now. I rediscovered my love of craigslist and searched through housing ads for a while. I found a lovely place for myself, Kaylynn, and the puppy we will have, (a Samoyed whose name is still being debated). Pet-friendly, close to school, big yard, fireplace, and perfect kitchen for cookie baking! I've also decided not to graduate. Calm down parents... I still plan on graduating one day, but not within next year, as I had originally planned. I decided I don't know nearly enough history, French, and economics to graduate at this point (or in two semester's time). I've decided to embrace the fact that this puts me in Sac for another two years.
Back to real-time: I need to pack still; seven days of Eurotrip! I am so excited for London... I hope she likes me. I am most definitely ready to see my friends again. This week and a half of sleeping in our empty flat (with the exception of one sleepover) is NOT my style. Also my face has conspired, (along with my lack of motivation to stop eating sweets), to make sure that I never have another boyfriend again, and my breakout is so bad that I am fairly convinced that people won't believe me when I tell them I don't have chicken pox. What's a girl to do? Two weeks until a new roommate (fingers crossed). Three weeks until a new semester, new exchange students, and new study habits ; ). I'm feeling a bit lost, I think there's been too much winter break for me, if such a thing is possible.
Farewell.
p.s. On the title: sounds like a riddle but it's more like a prayer. In all actuality, it's the title of one of the Script's songs that I just can't stop playing.
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