Before coming here I thought they would be afraid of many things. In all, really. At international, Americans, airport, food, teachers, the classmates, the language ... but now it only fear I have one thing ... SHOWER MY HOUSE. No, seriously ... attacking you. First you open the tap big-jet life below, and then you hit the shower so ... and then the water is cut off suddenly and starts to load, making a noise like a whistle imminent nuclear bombing, and that's when the panic attacks. Download all the violence of years of accumulated lime in a stream mortal. Every morning the same thing. No sleep at night thinking that the next morning will be there, waiting to put your foot in the shower and give him the button, impassive, without mercy ...
In another vein, toilet traumas aside, I changed again class. Remember what the teacher asshole of the projects? I decided that I did not come here to suffer, so I have removed me and I've taken care * drum roll is heard * ... FRENCH! Oh, but you know French. Yes True. But I took a higher level. Hey, I'm not kidding, are free credits, I catch what I please, that's what they are, and while others go to lectures on reproduction of potato beetle, I do something that Like me, no matter how easy it is. And serves, I have to go all weeks of class and laboratory. * Oh, the drama *.
Last night was great because I took a tub of ice cream and a kilo went to Stephanie's house to watch a pinícula. Sunday night and oh! Elaburrimiento.
Reich! I have bitched! But I won. In theory. But morally itself. An American Bitch. Tsk, what are the things ... Now I have
presentation of Journalism in the network (aka E - Journalism, they do know how to put names to things Chachi).
This morning I woke up with an impressive storm. We thought coming the Russians or something.
Today I had lunch with Sebastien, Fabian, Craig and Pauline. Tonight I have dinner at Moe's (scrotumtightening the name) with my roommates, and then to the bowling alley on campus or do not know what the hell. Oh, crap, I have to wash clothes. And the sheets. And all well in general.
Oh, you do not know what to do? Me so scared myself most of the time. I say things like "That was just tooooo awesome, maaan", "you're doing pretty well, MAAA," oh, That sucks, MAAAAN. " Or, How u doin ' guys?
Oh, I had my first leak. How exciting. Just above the toilet, so it was a matter of raising the cap and arranged XDDDD I have solutions for everything, dammit. Cause I'm Cool Like That.
I say goodbye because I have to go to class, not because they have more things to say.
Thanks to those who told me that you follow the diary chachi write and know that although this is in the clouds, I still have one foot on land. My land. My people, really.
Marian.
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