感冒了

Generally speaking, I love living in Beijing, but every now and then I just want to throw open the window and scream at the top of my lungs, "WHY CAN'T YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP?!?!"

Honestly, jack-hammering from 7 am to 11:30pm (and counting), laying on the horn the entire way down the street--the noise pollution is worse than the air. Ear plugs are futile against this kind of all-encompassing cacaphony.


Today sucked. I am a peculiar kind of 感冒. While my nose has stopped running like a faucet, I felt drunk and dizzy all day and was utterly incapable of paying attention or contributing anything to class. I ran out of some rather important medication a few days ago, which might be contributing to my difficulty holding my head upright. I'm considering blowing off class tomorrow.


So there's this guy here I developed a 'thing' for. I had a description typed up, but instead I'll just say this: he goes to Bowdoin. I confessed such feelings, was rejected, and spent many days being sad or happy but mostly confused about the way he acted--"of course," I feel like I should add, since that's just kind of how things go in my world. Mostly what I have taken out of this experience is that with the exception of a few outstanding specimens (eg. Lorien and Kyle), boys are huge fucking retards and spending any time contemplating the nuances of the things they say and do is like trying to eat jello with chopsticks: an exercise in futility.

I also learned that my taste in men is pretty weird. I'm going to choose to view this as 'seeing in them things that other girls don't.'


This ridiculous "Twilight" phenomenon would be much harder to endure if R-Pattz wasn't so hot. Apparently he's going to play Salvador Dali in a movie about his relationship with Lorca, some kind of Spanish indie Brokeback Mountain. I am okay with this.