The Funk

I feel like I just stepped into the SNL skit where Chris Farley mistakingly ends up on a Japanese game show, similar sounds are be blasted through the speakers of my roommate's computer.  I may not get my balls electrocuted in the end but I may lose my mind all the same.  Besides our difference in language, we also don't share the same opinion on using headphones while the other is in the room.  Oh well what can I do, besides learn the Korean word for "headphones."

It's obvious to me that I am in a funk and have been for the last few days.  I blame the weather, Facebook, and my sudden surge of homesickness.  Granted, I am better than yesterday, much better than my first two weeks, yet I can't shake it.  There must be something in the pints because the other American girls are struggling this week too.  We are all very close to getting a much needed visit from friends or family.  I guess we are all having trouble waiting to go to Heathrow to pick up a dose of home.

I had a pretty good day considering the nagging feeling to get on a plane.  I woke up laughing at a very hungover Beni, there was something so funny about seeing him in the same shape he is used to seeing me in.  I forced myself out last night and surprisingly I had a blast.  My Albanian crew can really have a good time and I find myself letting go with them.  I dance even though I'm not drunk, I help them pick up chicks, and I don't cringe when someone calls me Beni's girlfriend.  I could be making real progress here...well baby steps.  Beni decided to get drunk last night (Honest Abe drinks but doesn't get drunk...ever!  He doesn't like to lose control of himself.  Could we be more different?) since he has had to deal with me on multiple occasions, I stayed relatively sober.  I didn't turn down free shots but I didn't instigate them either.  Beni, His Darling, Cousin #55 and 55's Girlfriend and I closed down one bar and headed to another.  To the boys excitement, there was a live band specializing in bad American tunes.  They live to dance, it is a great source of entertainment, especially since they were the only ones dancing most of the night.  I joined in every now and then but mainly watched from the safe distance of a bar stool.  Beni was a little drinking machine and it didn't take long before he wanted to have a heart to heart with me and everyone else.  I told him to just have fun and dance and we would talk later.  It didn't stop him.  We went outside as to not annoy the rest of the gang.  I sat on his lap as he struggled to tell me how much he cared about me, thought about me, and missed me when I wasn't there.  He told me he had something to tell me, as he started explaining that he wanted to be with me always, I stopped him.  I asked him to wait until we got home to have this chat, after 5 minutes of convincing him, we went back in.  I knew exactly where this conversation was headed and I wasn't ready for it, I'm not ready for it, I can barely cope with the idea of practically being his girlfriend.  I know what's coming next and I'm pretty sure I can't stop the conversation as easy next time, he's a pretty determined guy and when he wants to say something he does.  His drunken state worked in my favor, it prevented 2 things:  Sex (much to my dismay) and our little chat (saved by the drunken slumber!)  My little drunk passed out before I brought him back water from the kitchen. 

This morning was normal for us: we made up for not having sex the night before, cuddled, showered, and he asked me to stay longer.  I declined but promised I would see him before I left for Paris this weekend.  Over shopping and lunch, the American gals and I shared our sudden desire to be home.  The only comfort is knowing that you are not crazy or alone in hating the past few days.  I know I will feel better as soon as I get on the tube to go pick up my friend, I just have to manage until then.