Dash in the Dark

I've grown. Evolved. These first two weeks in Sydney have been a test of my character. A test of my strength. People I email back home, are always saying - you can always come back. I haven't even thought about going back. As trying as it has been, I just keep looking for new ways to improve myself and the situation - Not go back. Wipe the shit from the fan, and move on.

Even when it comes to speaking, I only speak at work when I need to. No.. okay, not as much random junk coming out of my mouth. Yes, I did confuse Chicken with Beef Two Minute Noodles!? They taste the same!

Here is the biggest doozy of a story. Two nights ago I was falling asleep. As I was drifting off, I felt this incredible heat come over my body. I open my eyes, and to my horror I am face to face with my Chinese room mate. He was laying next to me. I yell at him to "get the fuck out of my bed". As he flies out, I sit up and notice he has hung sheets all around my bunk bed. I tore them down and threw them across the room, switched all the lights on and continued to yell at him - meanwhile the entire room is waking up watching what is happening. I pick up my wallet, laptop and phone - wrap myself in a blanket and head downstairs to reception. Within minutes the receptionist is upstairs giving this guy a warning.... a warning!? At this stage I was past furious, I was feeling sick and disgusted. I didn't want to go back into the room. So I sat in the stairwell on my phone and laptop to my Mum - almost crying. The Chinese guy approaches me and tells me that he only did it because I was "coming on" to him.[he saw my hands go wandering on myself one night(it was dark! i'm a guy.. and it had been three weeks)!] I tell him to back off and do not speak to me again, calling him crazy. This of course sends him crazy - oops! I walk away and go and sit outside... in my blanket. I stay here for a good hour, and decide I am better than this and go inside to my room. laying in bed, thinking this guy is about to turn ninja assasin on me and put a pillow over my face in my sleep - i lay. wide. awake..... Next thing I know, I wake up at 11AM - I slept, and I am alive!.. and Chinese guy is still there.. fuck. My phone rings and I get called into work - Thank you God!! Work was great, spent time meeting new people. Then it was time to come back - I did, and no Chinese guy! Thank you God! I go to bed, wake up - he's there.... staring at me. I hear one of the Brittish tourist say to his friend "no one jumped in your bed last night did they?" I laughed out loud and looked at the Brittish guy - and we both pissed ourselves laughing. Later that night, Brittish girl approaches me, and says "do you speak English?" I say yes and she sits on my bed and starts talking about the eventful night, and that everyone in the hostel has been talking about it. I laugh and say, as creepy as it was - it has made for a decent story. Three hours later, I've made my first friend in Sydney. Now laying in bed, listeing to the rain as I type this and feel my eyelids get heavy.
Bring on the world! I'm going to take it.
-Dash
xoxo