You are all really lucky, since I was just writing an extremely long and self-obsessed entry about how one song on Kelly Clarkson's otherwise terrible new album made me think about the absolutely dismal status of any private emotional life I'm supposed to be having by the age of 23, but I thankfully snapped back into consciousness three pages into my angst fest and deleted the entire thing. It's no great loss, really. If you really want to know, ask me again in 28 days, when this always suddenly becomes a major issue, and I'm sure you'll have me whimpering and whining all about it at you.
I see no great benefits to this "being a woman" thing.
China is... still pretty boring! This weekend was oppressively hot and I was pathetically sore, so I spent most of it inside, chilling (quite literally, thanks to the air conditioner). Not that there's much to do otherwise, especially for a foreign girl who doesn't speak Chinese. Everybody is studying for exams, so I couldn't drag people out to the city, and really, it felt nice to just spend some down time, especially since I was feeling so cruddy. Maybe next weekend I can finally find the Pizza Hut downtown! (If only I knew how to GET downtown in the first place.)
But, it's nice. I've decided to treat this as a random international vacation; I get some experience pretending to teach English, and I otherwise just get to watch movies and read books and, uh, surf whatever websites I'm allowed to surf at that particular time. (We've had a week of Wikipedia access, which has been awesome, let me tell you.) I kinda want to do a little bit more in the time I have left, but God only knows what, and the heat is so killer here that usually the only time I feel up to doing anything is when it's night, which is a little counter-productive. I still have time, though.
23 more days.
I demand pizza and meatball subs upon my return.
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