Boy, do I hate being in Rome.
Its so weird that my parents hangout with people my age, that I went to school with, but its even weirder that they get dirty picture texts from them and then talk about them.
Gross.
No thank you.
I go to the bank with my dad today and a girl I went to school with works there and cannot stop flirting with my dad.
For some reason, no one from high school ever recognizes me.
Not only do I have to put up with the weirdness of that, but they have the worst grammar in the entire world, and it makes me want to scream every time they speak.
The one good thing about being in Rome is seeing just how far in life I have made it and how much more I need to accomplish.
I look forward to the day I never have to come back to Rome again.
Really, I do.
I'm always terribly miserable here.
My parents just talk about the same old drama crap and I just don't want to be involved.
I never ever ever want to live in Rome again.
I'm just not made for it.
In other news, the interview went well...I think.
It was kind of awkward and rushed, but they seemed to like me.
It was just bad scheduling on their part because they wanted to make it to their Thanksgiving luncheon that started just half an hour after my interview was suppose to start.
It consisted of 3 ladies asking me questions from every side of me.
Questions that I really felt were really impossible to answer without being put in the situation, but I gave the best answers I could.
I really hope I get it.
It would be a nice way to not be so upset about finishing up undergrad.
I keep telling myself that I am ready to be finished, but I don't know that I am convinced yet.
Maybe I'll make a happier/more interesting post later.
I'm really just super tired right now, and I don't want to be in Rome.
I am miserable.
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