It's not a "compliment" it's hurtful and degrading. I don't want to hear "sexy" or "smile" . I had a bad day and am in a bad mood, so give me my space and let me be. Don't try to play God with me. This is my street and my town and my space and you're invading it. I think the guy interviewing me at least thought I'm attractive but that's it; I wish that alone would get me a job, but instead it just gets me nasty comments from men on the street. Reality check. Next!

I just can't imagine working another four years to save money and then go away only to come back and have to start all over again. I had to put money aside so that I could live when I came back from my trip but I'd be working for a century before I save all the money I'll need. I see these B and A threads like "work or save" and I just didn't make enough at my last job to cover all expenses, and I'm sick of being made to feel like I've failed somehow because of it. I don't know what else I can do. I really am running out of steam. Sure I want to travel but I also have to make a living and it's hard to get any job and make it work, much less a job I really want. The truth is, I don't want to "work" I want to act and travel but I have to earn a living too.

My friends in Cairo and Berlin have written me, on a nicer note. My friend from Berlin sent me a letter that he decorated and sent postcards as well. My friend from Cairo writes me his undying love. It's so sweet and nice to know I'm liked and loved. Seriously. Especially when I'm going through interviewing processes and the extreme stress of that plus Dad being sick. I want to move to London or Berlin so badly but I don't know what to do next, I really don't.

Stopped at the 99c store to pick up a couple of things and I was tempted to buy far more. WHen I'm away from home I miss all those little comforts, like my own computer, my slippers, sweat pants, lava lamps, DVDs, my bed, all those things.