Blogger is migrating my blog to the new (apparently, improved) system NOW. Now that I’ve got almost everything ready here!!! Oh yeah, Blogger has to be stupid until the very end... :)
It's weird, when I'm here in Paris, I don't feel like writing that much, even when things happen to me.
Even though the only person I've been speaking to (I mean not through the phone or the internet, literally, SPEAKING TO) in the past couple of days is my dad, I am not as bored as I expected I would be... Not at all. I wake up in the morning with a smile on my face, and I happily spend my day between my computer & winamp, my books and the TV. The point is, now that I've moved out of Dinwiddy I am not that sad anymore, because I can think about next year and be happy about that... Tomorrow I am going to Habitat with my dad to see if I can find anything for the flat - my dad has a 15% discount, nice... I'll also try to get my lamp again, the one the guys from the Drama Society broke and never paid back for... *lol* I don't think they ever will!!!
Last night I called my best friend from Junior High, who now lives in Rome... She's only graduating from high school this year (my school sucked but at least I only did 4 years of high school), and it's so weird... High school seems like it was ages ago, but it was just over a year ago... One year, and so many things meanwhile, I didn’t think it was even possible.
Sometimes I tell myself I've changed a lot. I still have to understand whether I really changed or I just made some parts of me “come out”. The fact is, this year I've been doing things I though I would never do... Ever. Trying drugs, having sex with different people, smoking... All these things I thought only "bad" girls do, now I am doing them myself, and enjoying them. A LOT. And even though there is this little voice in my head saying they're wrong, I know they're not. I think that what changed the most in me is my perception of what is good and what is bad. Bad is not what your society says is bad, but what you (with your morals and ideas) think is bad. That's what I love about England - people don't judge you on what you do (drugs or anything else), they accept you and listen to you, they listen to your reasons and just accept all sorts of behaviours.
In the past few days I’ve been thinking a lot, and as you can see I’ve realised a couple of things.... For example, I realised that I do want to travel as much as possible in my life, work in as many different places as possible, but I know where I want my "base" to be. My heart and my soul and even my head have chosen London as the city where I want to live, not just now but for the rest of my life, as the city where I want to go back... And there are so many reasons for it, some of them stupid, some of them really serious, but all equally important. Maybe this attitude of mine is stupid, this obsession with London, but I really can't help it. Because London has the best of so many things, the best clubs, the best roads, the best shops, the BEST PEOPLE, it's cosmopolitan, busy, happy and chaotic, and that's why I love it.
I ended up writing too much about serious shit as usual... *lol*
I've been reading Harry Potter - I'm some 200 something pages into it and... Dunno, doesn't seem as good as the others. A bit too much teenage angst. :)
Oh well. Should I move everything now? Now, tomorrow? Mmh… Probably now. :)