So i've just gotten half way through my second week in Dubai. I'm still at the hotel - waiting to move into my flat this weekend. I am pretty impressed with myself I secured a flat so quick! Hopefully all goes smoothly from here. My job still scares me, and I miss home. I miss my friends and I rarely find time to catch up properly with them. I avoid skyping because I get too homesick...well that's a lie. I skyped my dad this morning willingly. Anyway - besides the point, I seem to be adopting a british accent for some reason? I guess it's because the lady that's training me is British and she just sounds so mature and professional. Anything she says I believe as verifiable intellectual fact. I feel like I play a character everyday. It helps me get through I guess. But it's also kind of schitzo. My main thing is to be mysterious (which has been failing because I just look like a crazy grandma who doesn't want to do anything) and also a really respectable business woman. No one knows that I'm borderline insane here and immature, so I'm putting up a brave front.Fake it till you make it baby. 

Man I really can't seem to stop thinking in a british accent. It's creepy. So yes - I have many goals this year, and it's going to be tough. I need to organize myself super de duper well. I need to focus (more ) and I need to stop being a douche. I've natrually stopped spending time on facebook, and I have very little time to socialize and have a cry (although I slip here and there). I still need to stop trusting people. It's dangerous. 

Oh god I sound completely insane. I'm going to stop now.Here's Kings Of Leon. I forgot I liked them? Also - one of my least favourite concerts. 

What a night for a dance, you know I'm a dancing machine. 

With a fire in my bones, and the sweet taste of kerosene,

I get lost in the light, so high I don't wanna come down, 

To face the loss of the good thing that I had