My god. I never thought I would fall in love with Cyprus as much as I did. As the end of my trip approached, I was tempted to walk around wearing all black–I was mourning the death of my summer, the love of my life. All the people, either local or American, all the places, all the sites I saw, mind-blowing after mind-blowing experience…I’m holding onto these memories for dear life, desperate to never forget them, not ready to admit its over. I said before I left that I would probably come back a different person, but I had no idea how deeply my trip would affect me. Thank you to everyone who made it possible. Thank you to everyone who was a part of it. I’ll start writing detailed accounts of my trip as soon as the pain goes away.

I love my life.

Luckily the first night I moved into my apartment I had one other roommate move in with me. We wanted to go out, we didn’t really know where to go, so at around 9pm we called a taxi and told him to take us to a club. He was like, “No, no, no clubs open, I take you to a pub next to some clubs and you go around 12.” So he drops us off at this bar called Reckless, and dear God almighty. I was probably eying 5 different guys at once there. The men in Cyprus are RIDICULOUSLY gorgeous. Fucking unreal. On top of all this, the bartender was freaking losing his mind over Americans being in his bar. He said we were the first ones there in all 7 years that he has worked there, and he kept feeding us shot after shot, for free of course. I guess he didn’t want us to leave. It totally worked, because we closed that bitch down. There was one guy in particular who I really thought was smokin’ hot, he looks like a Greek Keanu Reeves, and he and his friend went up to my roommate (her name is Piper) when I was in the bathroom and invited us to have a drink with them. By this time the both of us are WASTED, and I’m all over this guy, so they take us back into Keanu’s friend’s house. Poor Piper, she was so drunk and wound up puking right there at his doorstep. I don’t remember what we did about the puke, I’m pretty sure we just stepped over it and put her on the couch and went straight into the bedroom. So Keanu and I start fooling around, and Christ Almighty, the fucker had too much to drink and couldn’t get it up. I was sooooo fucking pissed. At one point I was straddling on top of him, bouncing up and down and saying, “Don’t you want me to do this? Don’t you want to fuck?” I came to Cyprus for two reasons: learn about God, and to get my brains fucked out. My first night out, and I get stuck with this disappointment. So he goes in the bathroom to try and fix his shit, and his friend comes in the room and [I just had to stop typing because some random hot dudes just walked into our room and I had to exchange digits. I LOVE THIS PLACE] and strips down and tries to get with me. So I’m like, “No, not you.” And he tries again, so I put both of my feet on his chest and kick him off me and say, “NO I DON’T WANT YOU, I WANT HIM!” I don’t know why he listened, he totally could have raped me, I was so drunk, but he did. So then I roll over and start to go to sleep, and then Keanu comes in the room and is like, “My friend says you have to go.” So I get up and rouse Piper up, and we stumble out into the street, and suddenly realize we have NO IDEA where we are and can’t even tell the taxi driver what street we are on. I guess God was looking after me that night, because somehow I figured it out, all while carrying Piper’s drunk ass down the street. So we’re on our way back, and this car pulls over, and this guy is like, “Ladies, get in my car! I drive you home. You should not be out alone.” And I’m like, “No way! You’re gonna rape us!” And he’s like, “No I won’t.” And we’re like, “Ok!” So we stupidly get in the car, and he takes us home, gets my number, and that’s the end of that. Unfortunately, in my proud haste leaving the apartment, I totally forgot my glasses. My amazing glasses that everyone compliments me on. Fuck. What a waste. I didn’t even get laid. Act of God #3: we went back to Reckless a few nights later, and lo and behold, the same guys are there, and I was able to go back and get them. Shhh, don’t tell Dad. I told him that I lost them in a taxi, and when I found them, I said I got into the same cab by chance. I don’t think he’d be to pleased to know the truth. So yeah, my first night out, I put myself in rape-worthy situations, not once, but twice, lose my glasses, and got fucking hammered for free. All in all, I’d say it was a success.

i still manage to get wrapped up over a stupid boy. goddamn it. why do it do this to myself? seriously? i fucking hate it.