life is good

so: me, e, c and j have been staying in my room. it’s a lot
less lonely, but j’s a poodle and i think there are some rules being
broken there..sooo adorable though. i love, i love.

life is good. and if it’s not good it’s at least always interesting.
no complaints.

Actually, perhaps one right now: Shitloads of work. I don’t
want to learn anymore. I got a 4.0 last semester. straight a’s. dean’s list.
I really learned and i loved it. but now, the apathy sets in. I bombed (got a
b on) test #1- the point though: I didn’t learn anything. the new
vocab words look foreign still and i have another test today. and 2 again
tomorrow. 3 if you count my other classes..

the new laoshi has a southern accent and holds no excitement toward life in
general. actually just being around her, you can feel life being sucked out of
the room. and that southern accent. that she says she doesn’t have.
i had just adjusted to laoshi #1’s way of speaking/different words b/c she was
from mainland china and not taiwan. but southern china?

okay so maybe i did have a complaint or two…

i’m exhausted.
I’m spending too much money. need another job. being anita anderson is good
though: made 50$ in 3 hours yesterday. spent it yesterday night. ahhhhh.

i haven’t slept in a long time and i look like hell. i’m also quite a bitch. might be sick of hearing that, but really: it’s so bad lately. the f. who despises all pills except for bc is begging me to find some ambien. i just want some natural sleep. what’s wrong w/ me?

it’s not as bad as i’m making it sound i’m just having a really bad day.

things are actually really good most of the time.

 

i went from the first in the class to the last in 1 session. everyone knows what’s going on and i just say: ‘mingtian. ni mingtian wen wo.’

i have my phone back now. i can’t pay for it though. 140$ last month, and that could drop by at least $100 if i just had 4 little digits of the m.’s ssn.

i was calling and emailing her, but no response for over a month. so i left a
message like ‘just wondering if you’re still there’, and then today she sent
me a box of bread. no note - but i know it was from her. just a box of bread.
very happy to get the bread. but not quite sure what to do there.

 

just feeling a little obligated after that page of bitching to mention that i have no right to complain. life is good. like the blog says. like the little brown girl says. much to look forward to, and lucky to be so stressed and so busy.

and i’ll make it out of this country soon.  

i’m done now.

 

 

summertime has come and passed

the innocent can never last

wake me up when september ends..