i'm sitting at my desk at 8.30am, the whole place smells like the soy sauce i spilled last night from the box of sushi i bought home for dinner, dressed for class with 20mins to burn. and i am not calling home. i have no idea why i don't want to, but i just don't.
maybe it's the trouble of it, having to dial countless numbers just for lousy sound quality. it is 2 cents per minute, but i suppose i should really not be so hung up on costs.
obviously i am quite broke now. having spent 1000 dollars on the airfare home, and too much money on too many things i am beginning to realise i don't really need. but money has never been that much of an issue for me, cos like the machines at the end of matrix revolutions (which is an awful movie to quote), there are many levels of existence i can accept, and if it comes down to eating every meal at the dining halls, or skipping them, then that would have to do.
mainly because i HAVE to go home this winter. i am realising that everyday. not because i am homesick, but because people are waiting for me. and i need to see everyone before everyone becomes a blur among the many things that are going on right now.
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