so this is life...

I'm pretty sure any of you that were out there have long gone with my pathetic blogging skills and my internal debate is how I feel about this... a part of me says this is sad where has my public gone, but a larger part of me really likes it because it means i can put whatever I want up and most likely nobody is reading it and judging on your past participation levels it doesn't really matter because you won't comment.

I've now been in America for 1 month and 9 days. I can't believe it. It seems like it didn't happen, yet that it was a life time ago. And all I can find myself saying is "can I go back?"

My life these days basically consists of my walking class in the morning, yeah I just typed walking... and work, where I go on bear hunts, and am deprived of "cuddles". I'm trying to figure out my life in America, and get myself used to a schedule and a life that consists of running constantly from 8 to 5 or maybe even 11. I'll get there some day. It is my last week of Jan Term, and freedom, this is kinda scary. I am ready for people to come back and that life, only at the same time not. These are people I once knew and who once knew me, but is that still true? only time will tell. My return to America has shaken my world as I knew it slightly, which is a good thing but hard. I really am a different person now than when I left, and thats hard to step back into relationships with. Basically because of all of this relationships and life and people confuse me, this is fun... NOT!

Tonight I got pulled over by a cop for "yielding too much" whatever that means oh and going "under the speed limit". And because he realized that I had not broken a single law but he had pulled me over, I got a warning for not having my registration, this is because I had no idea what he was talking about I later found out this is a sticker on my car, so I did have it. So if I get pulled over in the next month I get a ticket because I got pulled over when I did not break a law and got a bogus warning. I also got a mini lecture on taking control and being in charge of the situation with a cop, because I told him he was making me nervous which is why I kept slowing down. I didn't want to get pulled over so I was trying to go the speed limit, which I wasn't positive on what it was. my life is awesome. my life is drama.