Sick and Tired

I think I have the flu. I woke up at 5am today to trek my ass to staten island. But the coughing, sore throat, raspy thick chest noises and general aches and pains told me that i had better lay the fuck back down. This is just the cherry on top of my shit flavored sundae.

I know I tried to promote a more positive outlook in my past couple posts but I have just not been having a good week.

LAST week was fine. It was great actually. One of my best friends back home, Parisa sent her cousin to come stay with me during her visit to America from Italy. I was a little unsure as to how I could entertain some perfect stranger who didn't even speak english that well. But it turned out to be really nice.

She was so friendly and genuine and curious about all things American. It was her first time to NY so every little thing was amazing to her. It really changes your perspective on your own life when you have someone around who is so fascinated and entertained by the things you take for granted everyday. And it helped me to understand myself a little better when her and I would have discussions about politics or evolution or any random thing and I would really have to stop and figure out how to explain myself and why I actually feel the way I do about things.

I actually really really missed her when she left and I still do. Aside from being a really fun and kind person she also just reminded me so much of my old friend Parisa that it hurt worse to see her go. She left Friday and then on Saturday I went on a big Park Slope pub crawl with Bay and Casey. Then I went into the city with Casey for a party and some more bar hopping till 4am. I was amazed that I could still function at that hour. I hadn't had a break all week.

But now i'm alone again in this big ol' house. The studies are piling up and I sure as hell don't have the concentration to open a book. I'm sick and lazy and bored and lonely and basically just FULL of complaints. I have friends telling me to stop being such a pussy. I have dreams day and night of my life one year from now. When Hopefully, if I play my cards right, i'll be with a special someone...enjoying my well paying career...and living back where things make sense. I know, I know, New York is great, it's amazing, it's fun, I have amazing friends here...

But damn, sometimes friday and saturday night can't make up for everything else I have to deal with all week!