People leaving, me dreaming

One more fun person left today. He had a goodbye party yesterday. It's a shame I had to leave early having to otherwise bike home alone. I think the party was just starting when I left. But it's ok since I don't think I was feeling all that social because I think I was tired. I think there's a goodbye party like every week and it's making me feel sort of funny staying here. I think I've gotten used to the part of the person that leaves, not the one that stays. I think I've never met so many people in such a short time that could be considered at least almost my friends. It's weird. Though if there were less people they might actually get to know me better and not just as the quiet finnish girl. I don't consider myself a quiet person (though you may correct me if I am) and here it's just hard with not speaking German and not being sure people understand me even if I speak english.

I've been waking up having this weird feeling that I wasn't having my own dream. It's really bizarre. Usually (I dream a lot) I've been the main character of my dreams or at least almost, no matter how weird the actual dream has been. This thing is really freaking me out (or well, I guess I don't really get freaked out being such an unemotional person as I am, but anyway). Maybe it's because I'm really extending my own personality trying to make friends here. I think I have to sleep more to get this sorted out. I don't want to have my own dreams back.

Oh I ended up taking a pizza at the restaurant on wednesday and not very suprisingly, it came last. I would have taken pasta but I think all but the one with tomato sauce had meat in it. I can have tomato sauce at home. At the restaurant I was also in the middle of this language zone where people on my far left were talking german, people right around me french and the people on my far right english. It was really annoying and I was mostly quiet. It's no fun being quiet all night and having to wait for my pizza quietly while other people eat. At some point I was thinking jumping around or just doing something weird just to get all the talking energy I had in me out. I think I ended up talking to myself and grinning. It might also be that I have nothing of interest to say to people. Either way. I think I'm getting all that energy out by writing this blog. I wonder who all are reading this.