Okay, so.

Right I didn't realise that the invite to post in this blog was sitting in my inbox, so excuse the tardiness plskthxbye.

I have used up all my energy screaming French into my microphone, which mysteriously deteriorated in quality the minute I decided to do my aural homework, so I'm going to make this short. Not sweet. I can't do that to save my life.

1. This is Jia-Li, also known as Charlie to people who either cannot pronounce my real name or couldn't be bothered.

2. I'm studying in Carleton College right now.




It's in Northfield, Minnesota, where the most interesting 'tourist site' is a flesh-coloured penis in the pedestrian path leading to my dorm. They removed it, btw.

Things are pretty fucking amazing at Carleton. So far the people I've met here are terribly open-minded and don't mind it when I swear at them (affectionately) or air my nihilist views very, very loudly. Tact is pretty damned important here and that's a welcome change. Best of all, everyone here is interesting. Sorry, can't say the same for other schools I've been to :P. But yeah, each student has his little quirks and I like that. I feel at home here, with my inherent weirdness.

Classes are nice. I'm owning French, owning Anthropology, not really owning Music Criticism because I have yet to pass up anything non-last-minute. But two out of three is never bad.

The food is killing me slowly though. If I have to eat another plate of fries I will do painful things to someone with a blunt object.

CJ, add my name to the Blog Otter list, you don't want to confuse people. :P

Cheers,
Jia-Li.