OH MY SWEET CHINA
I had the most amazing hot and sour eggplant dish. Right across the street. I wish I could have taken a picture, but it looked awful, so maybe it’s for the best.
This might be something I should post on my travel blog, but I’m having lots of feelings, so for some reason I want to post it here instead.
Everyone is planning to leave after 1 semester! All my New Paltz friends (maybe with the exception of one if I’m lucky) are leaving! The nice Italians I met are leaving! It hasn’t even been a month and I’m already anticipating being alone in fucking China.
I’m sorry China, I love you baby.
But what the fuck! I need to make some fucking Chinese friends and get pro at this city fast.
..I need to make any fucking friends. I’m so bad at this shit! And I keep not going to the track, but the only time that it’s open that I have free time is at 6 at the fucking ass crack of morning. I can’t always do it, I don’t sleep well. I just want to watch shitty Chinese dramas and watch depressing BBS news about the economy but my fucking electricity runs out too fast when I do that.
…Sometimes when I type I’m imagining different voices or accents in my head, like the Italian girl we had dinner with. But I speak English fluently, it’s very strange that I keep hearing accents as I type.
I’m sorry, I’m so crazy. But I’m afraid to post real feelings (real intoxication) on my travel tumblr because old people might be reading it.
WHY IS THIS PROGRAM SO FUCKING FUCKED UP? I did not come to China to live in a hotel with Italians, as much as I love them.
Oh shit, that reminds me, I probably shouldn’t skip class because then I won’t remember to meet with some person at noon about finding a Chinese conversation partner. I can’t believe I’m being directed to random people about meeting Chinese people at a fucking Chinese university in China.
I have problems.
Good night all, sorry about the post~<3