I believe I hit a new low this evening, when I was curled up on the floor in the shower reading my Dr. Bronner's Magical soap label for fun- it was the only thing that I could really DO at the time. I was in the middle of thinking about brushing my teeth but I was tired and sad and therefore needed to lay on the floor.

I feel like I went all day without talking to anybody. I didn't see any of the other students, and of course I didn't talk to any Swedes while I was out today. It's so SAD to be by yourself all of the time. Some of the time, yes its fabulous. Actually, I learned this the hard way last weekend when I was stuck on an island being with people all day for three days. But all of the time its not. Like you're walking down the street and you see a nice cafe on the other side, so you wait at the cross walk. And then you think to yourself, "Why am I waiting for this crosswalk? So that I can go buy a tiny coffee that is kind of expensive and drink it by myself?" And then you say, "No, I am waiting here because next to the cafe, there is a store full of cool looking light fixtures," to which you reply "What, so I can go over there and look at lamps? You'll just have to cross the street again to get back to the subway." Which is true. So I didn't cross the street.

On better days, my peppy alter-ego will pipe up and say "Poop on the subway! Let's cross that street! And let's LOOK at some light fixtures!" But sometimes I don't have that, and in those times, it would be good to have a friend around.

At the same time, I think I would prefer to be alone ALL of the time than to be stuck with people who I have nothing at all in common with. I really had no idea how annoying it can be until I went to see a documentary about Vogue ("The September Issue" ), which was actually really interesting. Anna Wintour, the current editor in chief I think, basically said that if you shop at Kmart, its because you just don't care about being fashionable, and so people shouldn't go around hating the fashion industry, because its just a matter of taste that Anna Wintour can afford to wear whatever she wants. Yes. So, if you ever want to know how much in common you have with another college-aged girl, just go see a documentary about fashion, and if they immediately start talking about how the movie gave them a huge appetite for shopping, and which designer brands their mom's bought them last year for Christmas, then you know. (Wow, was that TOO cynical? Did I cross my own "toocynicaldon'tcrossthisline line?)