10-14- old post is it a double?

i'm having fun n all, but i'm having a really hard time getting along with
the kids here in my program. i'm just not used to the college types, like
the boys who play sports and the girls who wear abercrombie and finch( i
can't even spell it right)
i'll admit, it would be totally awesome to flash myself back to the bay area
right now so i can pat my ferrets on their little heads, take bart to the
city and buy a burrito. here i eat pasta and pizza every day, and a steady
flow of caffien.
my house mates are just plain rude. i do the cleaning, and i bake cakes n
stuff for the house, and my roomate won't even make eye contact with me. i
know this is her problem, not mine, but it just bumms me out that i have
another 2 months or so of this bull.
so, in nov. angela is coming out to visit me, so i guess i should consider
myself the luckist girl in the world, but that doesn't stop me right now
from feeling torn between my italian friends, these american bitches, and
the fact that i can't find the punks.
ok, i know this is creepy, but a couple of nights ago i had this dream that
i flew back home for just a week, and it was for a funeral (no one in
specific). then i was soaring above the bay bridge, and skimming my toes in
the water( remember, this was a dream, i'm allowed to do that) i talked to
my ferrets and told them how much i missed them
it was wierd, especially because i could only stay a couple days or so, and
i was all confused like a lost puppy because i didn't know where my real
home was. i tried speaking italian and no one understood me.
is it normal to freak out half way into a trip? i always figured that
happened at the begining. i mean, i'm not really freaking out or nothing, i
just lost my drive to do stuff, i kinda want the party to stop for a min,
i'm tired of perugia, and all the stupid clubs, and all the stupid drama.
i guess i'm truly learning to stand on my own. in reality, i'm compleatly
alone, for the first time ever.
actually, now that i think about it, that's pretty awesome.
anyways, now you know my deep secret, that it's not all roses and kisses.
it's been colder than a witch's tit here, and i think i'm getting mal
nutrition from all the pasta, and between the wine and coffee, water is a
rarity.
i guess this is my way of saying i miss you
just so you know it's not just a steady valium drip of extacy, and i have
too much of a soul to be drunk every night to not get lonley like some of
the kids here,
much love,
megan