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I'm tired of how I am expected to fawn over every baby I see on the street and say 'what a lovely baby!' even if it isn't all that cute, and how they seem to think it's rude if I make no comment at all. I really don't care about a random baby in a pharmacy or mini-market! I live with a four year old and ten year old and I'm pretty sure just being in their presence has made my uterus shrivel up and die because it is terrified of the prospect of ever procreating.

In other news:
Last night I didn't drink and everyone else did, yet I still found myself in the midst of a supra table sing-along of the US national anthem and America the Beautiful.
Turkish marshmallows are nasty.
In four days I will be in Kiev, Ukraine.
I still haven't gotten my flight home yet. I just want to know so badly so I can start counting the days, hours, minutes until I get a damn burrito. Burritos are haunting my thoughts. It's almost like my brain can't function for more than 1 minute without a little flash of Mexican food like a subliminal message image in a movie.
Yesterday I signed my contract to come back in the fall. So now it's official. Tbilisi, here I come. After two months in Chico with no money. I hope I can find people to hang out with there; all my friends are gone.

Fridays...

After the horrible tragedy that was Katy Perry's E.T. music video, I have been a little bitter. I mean, Cort and I spent a lot of time excited to see that video, and I even remembered to watch it THE DAY it came out.... and then it was awful. Just terrible. After that I've been kind of trying to block it out of my memory, so I didn't even realize she was coming out with another video. And honestly, if I had known, I probably wouldn't have thought it was worth it to use up my 1gb of internet for this month. But... my dear friend Kate back home sent me the link on my Facebook, with a caption that said "Hanson." I was like, huh? Hanson? If Hanson is involved I HAVE to watch it. I'm actually surprised I didn't even know Hanson was going to be in one of her videos... this shows how hard I've been trying to limit my gb usage online. I haven't even been opening their newsletter e-mails or going to their website at all (umm yeah, I'm a nerd). But anyway... I just have to say KATY PERRY HAS TOTALLY REDEEMED HERSELF!

Random fears

Although I've never quite believed in them, Georgia has me convinced that ghosts not only exist, but they are probably in my bedroom. I wake up frequently in the middle of the night, moderately delirious from dreams and hormonal problem night sweats, thinking that there is a ghost in the entryway beyond my bedroom. In daylight, I know that what I am seeing is my puffy white jacket hung up on the coat-rack, with a slight reflection of light on the pane of glass in my bedroom door.
And there is a creaking sound near the foot of my bed.
It's an old house, so I've told myself it's just the old wood. Except for last week I caught a cricket hoping around my room. So now, on top of the ghost problem, I convince myself that there are creatures infesting my room and I swear I hear their little bodies hopping around. But when I get my flashlight and investigate, there is nothing! Or, one morning I woke up with a small nickle-sized mound of dust in a pile. Turns out the creaking in the floorboards was some sort of "powder post beetle" larva eating through the wood, and trying to find a way out.
Another problem I have encountered, is that I can never decide if I should lock my door at night or not. My bedroom has its own entry way from outside. For the first few months I kept it locked, but as I got more comfortable I started locking it less and less. Now, I completely neglect to lock it unless I'm leaving the house for longer than an hour. This, in turn, has made me incredibly paranoid about being bride-napped. Yet, I don't lock the door because in the mornings when I want to sleep in, my host family can come in and see I'm asleep rather than knock and wake me up. But... I check under my bed every night to make sure there are no creepers under there. I think I'm getting overly paranoid.
I'm ready to go back to California where I don't think about ghosts or bugs infesting my room and people don't bride-nap others.

Turn out

Sometimes I try to formulate in my head what I am going to write before I start writing it, but then I just feel like writing is work. Like school or something. And also, I guess if I think too much before I go for it it won't sound normal. My blog is usually just random firings from my brain typed into a white text box, and although I basically come off as a spaz (most likely because I AM a spaz), I think that's probably what makes my blog "mine." So, I'm not going to try to make it sound good. I'm just going to write exactly what I'm thinking. Like, right now I'm thinking about how I always feel so dead and depressed on Sundays when I return to the village after a fun weekend with my friends. And normally it's just the dread associated with another long week of boredom, but this time it's because this last weekend was basically THE LAST WEEKEND with all of my friends.... most likely forever. And I start to feel all nostalgic and wonder how time goes by so quickly (because it's been almost 4 months since we got here, and I don't know how that possibly happened). So I try to imagine what it will be like in the fall when I come back here and no one is left except a couple friends and it's so depressing. And I think about if I will ever see them again, and I'd like to think that eventually in my life we will all see each other again, but who really knows? Is that pessimism? The world is just so big... 
But, it was a good last weekend.
We went to Tbilisi and stayed at our usual hostel and stayed up late and woke up fairly early. Of course with a large group of people, everyone sort of splits up, but we all converge at the hostel again and then the groups change up a little bit, and we all go to dinner together.....
I guess I don't have much to say.
On Friday we drank in the hostel. D was there and when I wouldn't agree to go to Batumi with him, he threatened to kidnap me Georgian style by putting a black thing over my head. Then he continued to beg me to go with him and said he would even put on a leotard and try to dance ballet if it meant I would go with him. I still refused.
Last night we ate dinner at a Thai restaurant. The waiter remembered my name (it was the same restaurant where I met the LyingAboutHisAgeGuy a while back). The power went out so we were in a restaurant lit only by candles until it went back on. We made cookies in the hostel and they were amazingly delicious. I made a new friend who is from a city only a couple hours away from my hometown. We went dancing. When we got back to the hostel the power was out so we hung out in the dark kitchen for a while and then went to sleep.
Today we ate McDonalds. I bought a ring from a man selling things on the street. We hung out in a park. We said our goodbyes to our friends who we won't see again before going home.
Now I'm home. And it's weird that in two weeks this won't be "home" anymore.

Never thought I'd share a bed with P, obviously. We slept this far apart the entire night. Yes, with the little fake Christmas tree between us.