Subterranean Homesick Alien

Sunday night Soleil, Eddie and I kidnapped Alvrigth. He was asleep at 7 pm and we we're let in by his room mates, jumped in his bed and pulled him into the car of an Italian maffia guy and drove out to nowhere where Eddie lives and had a nice Italian carbonara. Youtube came back from a week of exile in LA and talked non-stop about the astounding Vegas-trip.

Right now, I'm drowning in assignments and yesterday I was so mad at the classes. They are more interested in testing us than teaching us! I know exactly what I want to do, but I don't know how!. It's the first state of cultural shock I've been told. The anger and frustration, that nothing is like it was back home, where everything per definition is much better. I miss my home. Here I'm an alien, I don't even recognize the image in the mirror anymore.

Last night I went to the movies with Eddies photographer friend. We saw District 9, a science fiction film about an alien colony on earth, but in reality a commentary on how the society handles immigration and the violent nature of man, especially all the running around with weapons and a camera angle reminding of first-person-shooter games.

E.T phone home...