They´re stuck in the American early 90s

So before I came here i held out on cutting my hair so that I could get whatever the latest style here is. BIG MISTAKE!! Its a mulletish type thing that looks kind of good on some people but mostly i don´t like it. I sucked it up and got one anyways and this was followed by crying and homesickness. That was two days ago. When I got out of the shower yesterday, I cried again. I feel so incredibly ugly but it´ll be okay. I think I´m just going to get my hair cut short and spunky by an American friend here.
Mullet=bad (even if everyone´s doing it). Lesson learned.

I ate in Chinatown after my horrible hair experience. Chinatown consists of about a street.Mmm...chinese food is so good. The stereotype of always getting alot of food when ordering Chinese is still ringing true.

Boliche (sp?) is like a dance club here and its um.....well....interesting. The one we went to was lame but I have officially gone to a discotecha (sp? yet again).

Natalie and I are getting together for prayer/God stuff this week and she there´s a boy in her class that we wearing a Young Life tshirt that wants to start a Bible study. Could there be a house church on the rise? Oh how I hope so but if not thats okay. Getting in some God focused fellowship is gonna be nice.

Its different living in a big city. I think the worst part is that its noisy all of the time and that makes sleeping difficult. Every night I wake up in the middle of it to put back in my ear an ear plug that feel out. Its kind of humorous sometimes.

I LOVE SUMMER