Okay, so normally when I update this blog I try to make my writing somewhat decent. But if you happen to be curious about my natural writing style, as in the way I write when I’m keeping in touch with friends back home, then you’ll maybe find the following post entertaining. Or it might just be dumb. I don’t know. I wrote this post when I was punch drunk last night from all my essay writing. Then I polled the Twitter world about whether I should post it here. The one person who responded said yes, so here you go. Don’t judge me too much:
I’m so content with my life right now it’s a little ridic. (ulous. I’m not sure I have the street cred to pull off that abbreviation. And by street cred I mean attitude…or something.)
I know I complain about Arabic all the time, and occasionally about philosophy, but neither of those things really get me down. It’s weird, back home I never had this stable of a mood. And I certainly didn’t when I first got here.
But just in general, I’m really really happy with life. Even with my Arabic grade in a way. Like, it sucks. But I’m so happy with how hard I’m working. Life is boring without a struggle.
As far as the socializing front goes, that’s coming together too. Slower than it does for many people, but that’s always been my way. But I’m starting to find people who are into the same things I am (last week I watched the pilot episode of the West Wing twice. With two different groups of people.) I think Friday I’m going to go explore Boston with a friend. I’m at the point where I have enough friends that I can pretty much always find things to do on the weekend. And I’m super excited about this Another Option group that’s forming for people who aren’t into the party scene.
I think I’m just finally adjusted. But like, better adjusted than I was back in high school. I don’t know if my hormones are settling. (I’m developing this theory that as a teenager, instead of having crazy relationship/sex hormones like television tells me is supposed to happen, I think I just had crazy worry hormones over reacting in my brain as I grew…) Or maybe I’m so happy because I’m finally settling into what my brain has been telling me for the last 8 years college might be like. But I’m not stressed despite the fact that I usually have a lot of things I could be stressing over. I think this is how normal people feel.
Don’t worry though. I haven’t really changed as a person. I’ve still got enough quirks and personality issues to maintain my individuality. It’s just like these past couple weeks I’ve added another green bar or two above my head…if I were a character in the Sims…(It’s odd how often I use that description to describe my mood.)
