Timing is everything. Living in a foreign country that is 5 hours ahead of most of my friends, I've come across this fact pretty quickly. Also, as I sit here, typing and procrastinating so that I don't have to actually admit that school has begun again, I contemplate two very important lessons.

1.) Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are wonderful. (As a soon-to-be single woman on a limited budget, I do indeed feel this information is essential.)

2.) Intimacy freaks me out (and I know I'm not alone here).

You may wonder where these two seemingly incongruous strains of information come from. Well, they don't particularly relate to each other, but in short, I have to do a television review for my Practical Journalism class. Of course I choose to review Sex & the City. A.) It's excellent and B.) it has excellent things to say.

However, watching Carrie Bradshaw while sorting out my very personal and self-indulgent British manhunt just reminds of what I am and what I am not. How do we forge intimacies when there are so many barriers to overcome? Why can't 'boys' and 'girls' just talk to each other? Furthermore, what hurdles do we have to overcome to just be 'normal' around other people? These are the questions that I am asking myself in a very maudlin and unanswerable way lately.

So, on that note, I have officially wasted another hour trying to be philosophical and downloading songs off the internet. Time to go pretend I'm Roger Ebert in 300-500 words.