My parents are completely against my desire to travel and learn new languages it seems. I told my dad if I travel I would call him every day. He said he would not pick up the phone. Then he tried to tell me how dangerous it was; it's dangerous here too. Shoots, the boston marathon bombings, etc.
I traveled a lot from age 22- 25 and the experiences I had were life changing. I can understand your fathers concerns though. When I ever do have kids and if I have a daughter and she at any age informed me she wanted to travel I would make sure all safe bases were covered for my daughter. What I did was choose safe destinations and I often traveled with friend or friends. There groups too you can get with travel. Do your research, be wise.
Well, I got to play in the dirt today at work...bateriophage research. Sometimes adulting is fun and I like the work at this job. Too bad its temporary.
I ordered a swimsuit a size too large. I returned it at the store and ended up buying more stuff off the clearance. I swear I'm a shopaholic now.
I'm forcing myself to be more social. Its really tough always wanting to be invisible when new people talk to me. But I'm surrounded by more new people than ever. I'm feeling really anxious.
My sugars have been becoming unusually low. It was 68 and falling when I got home from work. And 80 before lunch. I'm wondering if its that my medication needed time to build up in my system.
1. I bought a high-waisted bikini. First step to body positivity?
2. My boss wrote me and outstanding letter of recommendation for a travel scholarship.
3. I've been listening to spanish radio and get excited when they say things I understand. I am slowly building up my word recognition.
I am going to attempt to translate my thoughts to spanish:
1. Compro un bikini. [.....] No lo se.
2. Mi jefe escribe una carta de recomendacion fantastico por mis [scholarship- como se dice?] de viajar.
3. Eschacho la radio de espanol. Disfruto cuando ellos hablan cosas yo conozco. [....] No lo se.
I want to become fluent within a years time frame.
I counted carbs all day long and it was a miserable task; I crave pizza and chocolate milk. I treated myself to cornbread at lunch but it was with a salad and minimal dressing. No headaches today; not even a little one. My sugar spiked up to 140 after lunch; but there was no talking me out of the cornbread. Any way, carb counting is fine for now, but I'm in danger from myself if someone offers me pizza. I'm completely serious; when I die I hope I go to carb heaven. I don't want to live in a world I have to cut 250 calorie lean cuisines in half because they all have too many carbs. (~50-60 grams).
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