19 days left of this China thing. I feel like such a dick saying this, but I really can’t wait to get out of here.
It’s interesting, duh. And I’ve had some awesome times and met some delightful human beings and I proved to myself that I can survive outside the cozy cocoon of Wisconsin. All good things.
Now. I won’t lodge a bunch of complaints here, because yaaaaaaawn.
But seriously. I gotta GTFO.
So today I realized that I no longer have to shuffle my feet and go squinty and lip-bitey when someone asks me, “Melissa. What’s your favorite feel-awesome-immediately song?” It’s this. It’s this song.
This is the view out my window. It’s early and I can’t bring myself to open the curtains just yet. So I’ll look at this picture instead and pretend it’s the window.
Certainly, that makes sense.
… and here’s my favorite part of the anti-smoking one.
My students made PSAs in one of their other English classes. This is one of them. I think the “war on drugs” people would really benefit from this type of approach. Look people. You’re smart, charming, funny, and adorable… you needn’t ornament your life with drugs.
Why am I following new people today?
If you mentioned Jolie Holland in your blog, I checked you out. She is my favoritestestest ever and I pretty much love everything she does and everyone who loves her.
My lovely new shoes. US $7. I’m really gonna miss China.
By the way, I did manage to leave home the other morning when I was badgering myself about how I never leave home.
I took this one picture of the “sidewalk” (sidestumble?), walked around for an hour and a half, and got an ice cream bar for breakfast.
Sometimes the caption writers are SO close. So close.
I do think it’s a little more original than the original (ahem). Thousands of memories a day come back to your mind. But it’s when they come back to your spine. That’s when you know.
Here I am in Auguest 2009 signing my contract for this job. It’s almost up.
Ugh. I’m starting to do that thing where I get so overwhelmed by an upcoming emotional event that I go numb and freeze up and stop DOING. Anything. Right now I should be walking around getting lost, gawked at, taking photographs, and just SOAKING THIS SHIT UP. But instead. I’m sitting here in my pajamas drinking walnut milk and reading user reviews on Amazon of books I don’t even want to read.
Note to Self: Hey. Dummy/Awesome Chick. You live in China. And in 33 days, you won’t. Stop dicking around.
Josh and I watched this yesterday afternoon. You have to be careful what you watch when you’re a bit hungover. We were like, “Wait, do we laugh now, or hide under the bed? Crawl under the bed and laugh nervously? Yeah, that sounds right.”
That’s just part one. But it’s pretty easy to find the rest. If you so choose.
I dyed my hair dark again yesterday. I’m happier when it’s dark. It’s science.
Anyway, this chinese hair dye brand I tried for the first time. They you a whole poncho in the box! I mean. Garnier or whoever just gives you gloves and trusts you to have the sense to wear clothes you don’t like or none at all. In any case. I was pretty damn tickled by the poncho.
Happy Birthday, Peter!
That’s my kitty. He’s seven today. I miss him terribly.
