Inspired by K

I am the youngest person doing a PhD in my College. I keep listening to superficial comic lectures about methods and the problems with methods and a lot of in-depth questions about ethnography and postmodernism.

I spend at least two and a half hours on at least four London buses daily.

I am addicted to MySpace. My boyfriend won't add me. He's teasing. Again.

I am told I should be attending English courses because I do not operate in English as a first language. But English was the first language I learned. I was two and speaking fluently in American English. I was watching Sesame Street and getting cans of Coke out of my grandma's dry cleaner's machine for fun. My parents were convinced it would be so hard for me to adjust to Greek.

I am learning Portuguese because I always wanted to learn as many languages as possible. Because I always wanted to see the world. Not as a tourist. I still do.

I am drinking tea in the mornings instead of coffee for a change. I remember when I used to drink 7 coffees per day. I remember smoking more than 2 packets of cigarettes per day. I drink one coffee per day and smoke less than 15 cigarettes per day.

I do to this cafe every day, even for fifteen minutes.

I have no money of my own and keep sending my CV to various research vacancies.

I am planning to go to Nicaragua.

I want to go to the WSF 2007 in Nairobi.

I keep bitching to myself about losing weight, but I love brioches.

I've been reading this book for two weeks now.

This is how it feels.