HBD YOU

Heya DYLAN,

Happy Birthday to you.

And well you've always wanted to see this so there you go I guess.

Shitty birthday present I know.

And well, I write here sometimes. When things are depressing. Not very often cause like I only write when things get extremely bad and I have no where to turn to but usually that's not very often I can usually talk to you or Eunice or somebody.

Funny how many Eunices became really significant in my life. It's like I have a connection with the name.

Maybe I should change my name to Eunice.

Have fun :)

Business

Heya,

Hung out with this guy named Jacob on Monday which I met through that one time that I went for archery.

So what's so special about this occasion that it deserves a mention here?

Well apparently our friend Jacob here has been busy starting his own business. And during dinner he has been telling me about his business plan over Panera Bread.

Which really made me think long and hard about my life plans.

Do I really want to confine myself to the plain old boring, tedious and normal 9-5 jobs like everybody else I know?

Well, of course not. But then again, it has been what I have known my entire life. Being chained to a desk is what I was raised to excel in.

I'm not really a people's person see. Most of the time I can't even stand being around people. It's just me being super arrogant and shy at the same time. I can't explain it. It's like a defense mechanism. You're so shy and scared to talk to people you choose to be arrogant instead, its how you survive in the society.

Yea. I really want to be a location rebel. Truth be told. I study what I study not because I want to work. It's because I want to learn.

Wow. That's the right mentality. My dad would be so proud of me.

Alright. Signing off to ace my dynamics quiz.

Hey its me again,

Haven't been writing for a long time. I know. My resolutions are all shit. Well, nobody ever keeps their resolutions anyway.

So to answer the question "how's it going" like everybody here in the States say as a greeting. Which honestly the first few times that people actually asked me how's it going, I had an internal freakfest, like I was so tongue tied since nobody back home gave a shit on how your life is going, being asked how was my life really stunned me and I took like 5 minutes to ponder my sad sad life before I said "good".

Which is a lie.

Yea, so as you can guess. The culture shock is real.

Right. I have been so freakishly busy these days. Really have to up my study game here. In fact, its 1 am in the morning here and I am supposed to be writing an essay that is due today at 10 am.

I don't know.

I don't feel too good to be honest. Firstly, the culture shock is a real thing. Therefore, its just hard to blend in. Being an international student isn't the easiest thing. You are dumped right in the middle of a totally unknown and new society and just asked to live without everything that you were used to.

I'm like Bear Grylls. And all the people around me are like brand new animals. .

It's difficult to put it into words. Although I'm glad there's plumbing here so I won't have to drink my pee like Bear Grylls.

Actually I'm not that glad about the plumbing after all cause the water is kinda gross here at my dorm.

Gonna try to write again later this week as writing is extremely therapeutic to me I don't know why I don't do this more often this is practically a spa day for me.

Toodles