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So I'm sitting in Vern's apartment again. Being bored. Again. I'm starting to realize that 3 months is a really long break. Right now, I'm the only one here on break. So it's really boring. Sure we go to a couple parties on the weekends, but awoohoo. Yes I know I'm in Europe what's not cool about that? It's cool and all, but I don't know. Vern is still apprehensive about showing me where the train station is. Plus she's told me horror stories about taking trains. I'm sure what she has said really did happen, but for some reason I want to chalk a lot of it up to mean world syndrome. You know. People see something on TV and wont go to a mall or something because the world is a dangerous place and an old lady got mugged in Milwaukee last week. But then I'm not from around here and can't just take what she says with a grain of salt. I gotta listen a little bit. For example, she's said people(workers also) will put like sleeping gas in your car and make you sleep then rob you. Which isn't good. But I'm just wondering if that's something that happened a couple times on a certain line or what. I know I would be an easy target. or so they think. But the extremely naive or hopeful part of me just wants to think that everything is roses and rainbows. Who am I kidding? When do I think things are roses and rainbows? Maybe next week I'll make it to the train station. This weekend I am supposed to go to the Carpathian Mtns. It's like a 4 day weekend thing. Everything closes down for some church holiday tomorrow. I have to go to church tomorrow morning at 8. Catholic church in a different language at 8 in the morning. I don't mind church, or catholic church but at 8 and in a different language. I can't follow that. I'm just gonna fall asleep. I know it. And that's not cool.

Last night we went to this club that Vern normally goes to. I've shown pictures of us there. But last night was karaoke. That's right. That had american songs too. They loved me. I can rap. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I didn't pick em. But the song would come on and I would hear them say something like Now how bout the american girl? ok. Cause I can rap. But that's just it. English isn't there native language so it sounded like I was friggin awesome. The better or sad part was that there were only like 15 people including the employees in the whole place. It was different.

I'm finding out that all boys are the same. They all have lines hat they think are the shit and will work. When someone uses a line I can't help but laugh. I know it's mean to laugh, but i can't help it. I'm not nessecarily laughing at that person, per say. It's just so funny what these guys think of American girls. Like one clever line and you're in. Remember we're all crazy sex kittens. lol. The thing is none of these guys are that cute. They are very forward but not cute. I just can't let the sex kitten in me play when I'm working with that. I can't do it. I laugh to much.

Well, I guess I'm done for now.
Muah