Tuesday, Sept. 21, 2004 - 7:15 a.m.

Dont really feel like writing now, but I see how many of you guys have been reading this since I returned, and I feel the need to keep you updated. Strange since I am hesitant to even get a cell to keep in touch with my SF friends, but hey, let me spend time online explaining my life in angst ridden details to strangers. Makes perfect sense really!

The difference in culture shock within the past 48 hours is drastic at best. Am I readjusting? Possibly. Am I itching to go elsewhere? Hell yes. Am I going through my money like water? Why yes, thanks for asking!

Every day I am spending some time in one of the 4-5 Ross Stores in San Fran.area. They are one of those big discounted places where they sell all the irregular and slightly fucked up name brand clothes.I generally DONT like shopping at all, esp for clothes....but if I have to shop (and man oh man do I HAVE to right now) then I prefer it be in a place where I can get so many things in one place at a price that doesnt give me a heart attack.

I am only finding one or two things I need per day, which is annoying. But admittedly I am being picky. I am trying to find the perfect first day at a temp job outfit, and until I do I am putting off working. hahahah. Bad monkey girl! I shouldnt though, I could tell yest that I am on the verge of being bored here. But then at breakfast I met two really nice people and we chatted all friggin morning. Then I helped prepare the group meal last night (free dinner 3 nights a week, yippie!) and met a few more interesting folks.

Was up VERY late drinking not so bad Cali red wine (shocker, I am not a big fan of Cali wine) and chatting about who knows what with these new friends. And then a met a cutie man with a British accent. And thats all I am saying. lol.

I should be panicing much more than I am , by a trillionfold really, but I cant summon the energy. I should NOT be drinking really late and getting 4 hours of sleep and NOT calling the temp agency in the am. UGH! I really need to get motivated. But I promised myself a week of as little pressure as my over-working mind would let me get away with! ANd so here I am at day 7!

Anyone wanna fund a trip to South America for me?

Or how about finding me a nice British accented man who will travel with me?

Why choose, how ABOUT BOTH!