I miss turkey

I say, to glenn. He replies
DON´T. IT WAS NEVER THAT GOOD.

Which, is kinda true. But playing with the wishbone was always fun, and I am SO sick of ham.

I miss myself. It´s´an odd sensation...but everytime i talk with someone on the phone, or see someone who speaks english, aftertwards, i always Gasp, saying AH THERE SHE IS! THERE´s ALISSA!

Not, aleysa. not the inglesa- just me. Im at my school now, its after hours, and i have been feeling like i want to cry all day. I, as u all know, am NOT a cryer. I am a fighter, I am a doer and I dont have time to cry. Well. How things have changed. I kept track the first month, of times i cried and times i suppressed it, times i only WANTED to cry. I think i´m pretty damn strong, surviving here as i am. Yet i still feel so exposed all the time.

Last night, maia and I cooked a gourmet turkey dinner, homemade salad dressing, turkey!!, mashed potatoes from scratch, and sweet potatoe pie. It was reallllly good. And we could say thank u to our spanish friends. Rj, the guy from pittsburgh came as well. He´s an interesting character...very stereotypcial GUY american. Says things like, ¨man that was SO bomb-ass.¨ and i was kinda worried at the beginning. Geez, im stuck in the wilderness with a bulgarian canadian and a pittsburgian yinzer. But, i must say i was wrong. They are both really quality people(have you read everything is illuminated? SO GOOD!). I don´t know, he´s just--a good person. And here, when its every man woman and child for themselves(well...not quite) that generosity is important. But, ag, one of the girls at my school saw us walking around town and now has told evveryone that he is my boyfriend, yadda yadda yadda. So, everyday i must explain nooo, amigo! solo! (only!) They dont believe me. And, honestly, i feel like we´ve all the the other has right now--in the way of relating, understanding what this is like. It´s a relationship alright--just not like that.

anywho, i miss home. i miss turkey. have some for me, yes?