I just watched Finding Forrester and really really liked it. But I liked it too much, because now I have to buckle down and translate the rest of this stuff for tomorrow and I can't do it. I feel really sad and frustrated and I'm not sure why. The movie, if you haven't seen it, is about a black kid who has the 'homie', basketball-playing side of him, but who also befriends a famous writer and turns out to have a really 'deep' side. I got mad while watching it because I kept thinking stuff like, 'that could have been me'. People tell me constantly that I'm a good writer and that I should 'do something with it'. And even though I was never the star (except in high school gym class, haha), I played basketball for five years too. I sat there watching him play and had an 'itch' to play myself. And hearing everybody compliment his writing made me think, "I could do that." I guess I just identified with the kid or something... but anyway, at the moment I feel really restless and agitated and the last thing I want to do is schoolwork. I feel like sitting and doing my OWN writing. But I have to finish with Anne of Green Gables and then move on to the even less fun Bombay piece... and to make matters worse, every time I get started, someone comes onto Messenger and starts talking to me and won't shut up, and I don't have time. So it's 'stappen' night in Utrecht and LiLo and her friends are going to The Jam and having fun, and I'm sitting here behind the computer, feeling unloved and trying to translate 'skunk cabbage'.

I NEED A HUG!!! A long one... and no, John, the ({) isn't going to cut it this time, sorry. This is one of those times where I just need to sit and have someone hold me and just close my eyes and try to calm down, and not talk.

Sorry if I sound depressing again, L - by the time you talk to me, it'll be over, but a blog is for how you're feeling at that moment... dus...