The Three Week Mark

Today is my 22nd day in the USA... Three weeks! Goodness... I haven't been away from home this long... The longest was 10 days. I still have to stay for five weeks or so.

I still don't miss anything specific. I'm not homesick. I'm just sick of the tediousness of my stay here. Our hotel is in the middle of nowhere. There's no nearby mall. No McDonald's or 7-11 to go to whenever I'm bored. And I am bored right now. Unfortunately, my only option is the hotel lobby. Bleeh...

Today's a Saturday. If I'm in the Philippines, I would've woken up at about 11:30, waited for lunch to be cooked by my father, then read the newspaper, bum around until around 3, take a bath, then go grocery shopping. Today in the USA, I woke up at 10, stared into space for a couple of hours, ate Yan-yan for lunch, watched Lost, took a bath, stared into space some more, and now I'm blogging. After this, I'm not sure what I'm going to do. Maybe I'll stare into space again.

My officemates and I are supposed to go to the mall today. Maybe do some shopping, watch a movie, definitely eat. But all of my officemates are nowhere to be found. I'm not sure if we are still going to the mall. Maybe they are in their rooms right now...

I really am fucking bored.