Manning Up

Well I'm back in Buffalo now and moving on from all that depressive crap. It can't be good for the soul and to be honest it just feels like shit. So moving on is the order of the day. Or trying to.

I arrived to find that my new roommate had arrived. His name is Ku and is from South Korea. He's a nice guy and, while his English is a little fractured, he seems intelligent enough to work round it. Looks like he'll cope okay with us. Until Paul moons the room.

Ku, however, was not the most interesting person I met today. Sadly for him, that title belongs to a girl named Kate I met on the plane from wherever the hell I was to Buffalo. God seems to have taken pity on me and so, by His grace, I am having attractive blond American girls accompany whenever I go somewhere in a vehicle not a taxi. I believe it is time for me to use public transport more often.

Kate was engaging and interesting to talk to, although not as much as Steph from the Greyhound on either account, and made the trip much more pleasant. She also said that she'd introduce me to her friend who loves the English. This can only be a good thing.

I was also treated to a rather fantastic smile from my new friend as we left the airport and a very heartwarming goodbye. It's a pity she goes to Penn State. Oh well, plenty of fish I guess.

Tomorrow I have the return of my friends to look forward to. I plan to get very drunk and drown my sorrows in the proverbial pool of sympathy that should well up from pretty American girls who desire to comfort a grieving English lad. Or will if I can bring myself to let them, which is honestly unknown at the moment. They'll have to have a really good accent.

Definitely not from Long Island. Or I could just go find Elisha Cuthbert I guess. Here's to hoping, folks.