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You know, what? I'm actually happy I got those three tickets. I'm actually happy that I got a rude awakening.

I was pulled over in the middle of the night, so by default, I was given a test to heck for D.U.I. Yes, I was drinking before, I will admit to that. I had four or five beers. Being 5'4, 123 lbs, I was buzzed. The cop shined the light on my eyes and totally caught it.

You're feeling it, huh?
Feeling, what? I choked.
Those beers.
No, I'm just cold and really nervous.
He smiledRelax. Go back to your car.

He let me go on that one, because I have/had a perfect driving record for seven years. Not even a parking ticket.

I was crapping in my pants, thinking about everything that I was about to throw away...but a much deserved rude awakening.

That next day, I did a lot of thinking. I told my dad and he calmly said, "That's okay." I called my mom at work and she screamed. She was livid, but only for five minutes, and then she felt bad.

I'm not a party animal, definitely not as much as before, but even the little that I do, I don't even feel like doing it anymore. I don't even want to drink. I got back my lab reports and they are perfect like gold. Why do I want to screw that up? I will like to keep it that way.

The same evening, we had one of those family moments in the living room- mom, dad, even the dog and I. I had come home from a late afternoon walk, where I did more reflecting, then I just let it all go. I cried and cried about everything; no school, unemployment, the tickets, the cop who asked me for my number and what I was doing Friday night (yeah...), just my current situation in Life (which I am not too content with), and my parents' being at each other's throats lately.

Both my parents consoled me. We're not perfect. We're small in number. We're just barely middle class, but I can tell you that we are amazing and we love each other- probably the only thing that will matter when the financial system, the world, society collapses.

So, I have been reflecting, a lot, and I take it as a sign to put my two feet on the ground.

no more misbehaving

I have a lot of housework to do in my life.
Current Music: Mute Math- OK
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29 October 2008 @ 12:13 pm
Current Mood: uncomfortableupset
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08 September 2008 @ 12:27 pm
Safe, but not sound in Budapest, HU. It has been a very long 32 and a half hours.

The plane rides over here were very good. I flew to NYC (JFK) and then from JFK to Budapest. I was able to catch some sleep on the plane, which was much needed.

I had a hard time hauling my luggages around. The school is on top of many steps, and there are very long halls inside. The Balassi Balint Insitute used to be Communist Secret Police headquarters, which is evident when looking at it from outside. The Hungarians call this kind of "architecture...'Stalin Gothic.' " It's just a big, giant, square, building, with square windows. Very plain, and very blah, but the inside is nice.

However the location of the school is pretty good. It's in Buda, and I am about a ten minute walk from the Erzsebet Hid (Elizabeth Bridge), and then a walk over the bridge, I am already in Pest. I spend most of my days in Pest, because I am most familiar with it, and everything is located very well. Today I walked for 3 hours in Pest, and didn't get lost at all.

Next to my school is also the Gellerthegy

If you climb up this hill, you get the best panoramic view of the whole city.

It's a hard hill to climb, but it's worth it. That is the Erzsebet Hid right in front of that picture. That's the bridge I always cross.

I have two roommates, one is from Alberta, Canada, and the other is from North Virgina.

I met one other girl about a room down from mine. She is from Vancouver, BC, and two of her roommates are from California, but they have not come here yet. Her name is Susanna. She is a city girl and a bitch. I love it because she reminds me of a Miami girl. :) I can't wait to meet the California girls, one of them, she says, speaks Spanish. :-D

There's not that many North Americans here, because of the economy. We're all basically lucky to be here. Normally, there are a lot of Americans and Canadians at this school.

Saving money is definitely a challenge. Pretty much everything is for me, but I like it. I am out of my comfort zone, in this crazy universe that is called Budapest, Hungary. And then, my father couldnt accompany me, so I had to do everything on my own with very broken Hungarian. I took his advice, and just be extremely patient, don't take things to personal, and just take the back seat. I can only imagine how it was for him, when he came to the States and did not speak English...
Current Mood: tiredtired
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05 September 2008 @ 03:45 pm
My dad can't come with my any more.

Cue the biggest cag that I will ever do in my entire life.

I do not speak Hungarian.

Stay tuned.

Please taxi driver, speak some English, or understand my broken "Magyarul."
Current Mood: im actually not nervous
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What's been your biggest influence in making you a better writer?
the previlege of waking up, of having another day to write