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there is too much Hungarian going around me, so------------------------------------

Well, well, well -- I imagined it to be a bit different. Though I knew I was gonna find some very interesting and bothering things when I come back, I would have really liked not to start it well before I had actually landed! Hungarians can be so annoying -- or maybe it1s becasue I caozld understand every little things they were saying and complaning about on the palne. Or it may haev been becasue of that girl - acting sooooooo annoying and posing all the time. I was so pproud of myself not being annoyed (okay, except for HIM) in the last couple of months and there it come! :)

okay, maybe a more than 20-hour traveling didn't help me to see it differently either!

I got seated with a guy on the shuttle to the airport. We got to talk about a lot of things -- well, I was a talker again, and he wanted me to confess to him that I, the observer, checked him out before he got on the bus. Nice effort, but not true! I confessed him, though, something else -- me and my realtion to relatioships --, which, even though we sort of agreed on "we'll see", will for ever prevent a WE.
It's also interesting how, for many people, personal space means nothing. It is true that we were aitting close to each otehr given the circumstances on the shuttle, but ...... ah, the poiting and poking to reassure what you're saying is too much, isn't it?
poor fellow, now it seems as if I hadn't enjoyed talking with him -- it's not true. he was attractive, and it wasgood to talk to him, but .....
I don't know. I almost always get into situations like this - almost always when I am traveling somewhere. I am just nice and open adn ready to spend the hours of traveling with a good talk rather than in silence, and I am almost always misinterpreted. Someone could please tell me why???

The most important thing: evethough I am already waiting for going back and I am very much excited about the next semester and the possibilitites after, it was worth coming back only for my mum's smile at the airport!!!!!! I kept asking her before, wehther she'd liked me to come home or she would have been fine with me staying and traveling during the break. I knew the answer, but now she alsot told me that eventually she would have asked me to come.
My dad has already gone back to his old self -- where are those weekly calls to Trinity??? He knows I am back, and does he give a damn??? I guess, i would like to beleive that it means nothing to me, but it's not true. Otherwise, I would not mention it, right??!!

I have met some friends already. Well -- nice and, sorry for this, same. I was not really looking for many of it, and I already know why. details?? maybe next time.