My Liver, my class

I got my passport, after 3 whole weeks during which i learned to appreciate its importance to me, and my medical report back. The passport had the X Visa (sounds cool, oh) stamped, while my medical report had everything checked in the right place. Except my liver. "Infiltration of fatty something". Lipids maybe? Something to do with drinking less. I felt a pain in my stomach region which I suppose could have been my liver. Like my main man Bas Rutten said, "Stab, in the liver." Or maybe he said stab and deliver.
Anyways, it made me think of the last time I drank, a couple weekends ago at Club BonBon. Mostly Trance, BonBon has a pretty cool layout including a Hip Hop (or as some stupid foreigners call it, Rn B) Room. A group of friends, some old but mostly new, treated me to all I could drink and reserved a table at the club. I wasn't ashamed to tell them that this was the first birthday party I had ever had at least in the post cake and bday hat era. It felt something warm stir in my heart as we toasted with assorted drinks in hand. This something was quickly washed away for though the drinks might h ave been assorted, all of them were made with the cheapest, harshest liquor ever. I forgot parts of the night, including some of the people I met. But I can attest I had a great time.

Until I saw that medical report about my liver.

Anyways I'm trying to eat right, drink less, excercise, bla bla bla. My Chinese classes, the reason I came to Jiao Da, are verrrrry challenging. I had to drop down a level for while my reading is comparitively good, my comprehension and speaking are embarrassing. It is quite frustrating, and makes me really wish Gu Laoshi had taught the Eckerd course entirely in Chinese. Cuz that's what I'm getting now. Though this is immersion, almost all of my friends at school speak ENglish pretty well. It makes me think that I should not hang out with them. But then, even the chinese I meet speak English better than I speak Chinese. Aiya. I have been putting in the hours studying, but I find myself concentrating on new words and grammar, and less on spoken. It's like the evil elephant in the room that I must acknowledge, wrestle with, and master. Indeed, if I do not ride that wild beast what's the use in being here? Zao Gao.

On the plus side, the weather here sucks. It's so dry! I need moisture like a bug or a plant does. Hayato is the man, and the guys in the dorm remind me of college days. We saw the 300 a couple nights ago. Not bad, a poor man's Gladiator. I think Maximus would take out King Leonidus, but that is just my personal opinion. Pay attention at the end, it's the same exact freaking song as Gladiator ending. I've been watching a lot of movies lately. Being half Chinese is still totally awesome. Bwahahhaha. I think this jiao zi is making me delirious. Or maybe it's just the air here. Zaijian