This Was Composed On The 13th of July.

Blogging doesn't come naturally to me these days. Tweeting does. Probably because the shortness of my attention span is becoming shorter and shorter.

See, my butt is metaphorically itching already.

Okay, I'll pick a topic and stick with it.

Every single day during Ta'aruf Week I regretted selecting UIA as my first choice, but now I couldn't be happier. In all honesty, the life I led before this would only be around.. 40% Islamic. What's with me and percentages? Alright, yeah.. I'm not admitting this with pride. I thought I was weak, that I was bound to fail, that I'd be lonely for the duration of my study here. I felt like weeping and kicking and screaming because everything was so not,.. me. Ya dig? I failed to realize that no matter how much I talk about my hate for change, I could adapt. My ways were not set in stone, the cement had not yet dried. And so I adapted. Here I am.. Flourishing.

I love my classes, though my lecturers might think otherwise. Sleeping in class was and is a bad habit to kick. I feel like asking people to kick me (since it's a terrible habit), but I think I should take into account the possibility of overwhelming positive response. The food here is awesome.. Have I said that before? CHICKEN CHOP! Unfortunately my bank account can't afford it anymore so it'll be an indulgence from now.. And I'm really good at indulging..

Enough about food.

I'm hungry, and this is after the devouring of a variety of food.

Sleepy so I'll continue this another day. No promises. Bye!