Well, this post is just going to have whatever I feel like writing, not exactly in chronological order. Sorry. I know I should post more, but I just waited too long, and to tell you every single thing that’s happened would not do. It would simply be too long, and I’ve attempted it three times since I last posted and I just…gave up. So.
I’ve started doing the thing where you eat whenever you’re upset. It’s bad, I know, I’m very lucky I have a high metabolism…cause man, when I have a bad day I go buy Pocky or a roll of Oreos and just shove them in my mouth…I’m not even hungry, nor do I enjoy the taste, I just..do it. It’s something for me to do. I figure it’s better than self-mutilation or something, so… yeah. I just conciously noticed it a few days ago, but I’ve been doing it for a while…it’s pretty sad, my whole life I’ve eaten junk food whenever I’m given the chance but now…I’m given so much junk that I don’t really enjoy eating it anymore. Sometimes I enjoy eating…but not really. I don’t know.
Last week we were transferred into the Senior Department, where all the classes are in Chinese. Originally we were all feeling optimistic about this change, but alas, now we all just sit in class and can’t understand anything or participate. Sometimes I read, or draw, or attempt math, but mostly I just sit and think. I participate in English by correcting the book we use, which is a British-English book written by a Chinese person who is obviously not fluent in English at all. On one of their homework sheets, they had a fill in the blank, and the sentence went a little like “he wasn’t special, he was a ____ person” and the options were ordinary, normal, usual, and average. I informed the teacher that these words all had the same meaning and were synonyms and she said “yes, but they have to choose the best answer” and I said “…but they all are fine” and she laughed and walked away. They also all pronounce advertisement ad-ver-tis-ment, and thought ad-ver-tise-ment sounded super weird… I don’t know. At least I can participate.
My iTouch shattered last week. Someone sat on it during PE (long story) and the screen is completely wrecked. It still turns on and stuff, but the screen has pieces almost falling off…I supposedly (maybe?) have a warranty for the first month from the store, which is up today but the store is remodeling and doesn’t re-open until Wednesday, so I’m going then after school. Hopefully it all works out. If not, well, then I won’t buy another (obviously). Sad though that my other iPod still works just fine (it’s full though) and I’ve had it five years, and then I get the new fancy one and it lasts less than a month. My other iPod has been sat on, dropped, hit with rocks (cause it’s been five years!) and it’s just fine…
With Christmas around the corner, I attempted to go buy presents for my friends over the weekend and ended up buying a few things, along with seventeen notebooks, some for people here, some for friends at home and a few for me. The notebooks here are truly adorable. None of them are just one color or plain or ugly–they’re all beautiful and/or cute. I like it a lot.
On Saturday I was told by my mom and dad we were going out to lunch, I should get dressed. I was already dressed, so I waited for them a bit, and we were off. They had been putting more effort than usual into their appearance so I was confused, but when I asked again they repeated–“we’re going to lunch!” And so I find that we’re driving to Grandma’s house, and I think maybe we’re eating at her place but no, she gets into the car and we drive for forty-five minutes and we get to the place where the other wedding was and there’s a lot of cars there. I think “oh, we’re going to a nice brunch! cool!” and then as we walk in I see wedding signs.
….so I was surprised with a wedding, wearing my plain black shirt and jeans. People commonly wear jeans to weddings here, but still, I was embarrassed. Oh well. The wedding wasn’t as nice as the one I was in and I’m not altogether sure who got married, I had never met anyone there before. Someone on my dad’s side of the family, that’s all I knew. The groom was sort of awkward looking but the bride looked nice.
Oh great, I’m doing the eating thing now…I seriously need to stop…
I just went on this week’s PostSecrets (if you don’t know what these are, you should really go check them out– http://www.postsecret.com) and one made me feel better, “My best friend lives on the other side of the world, I hope she sees this and knows I love her”
probably wasn’t directed to me, but thanks anyways, it did.
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