I'm home for Thanksgiving. And it is freezing.

Also, Zoë is visably a teenager. By which I mean she's maybe two inches shorter than me. At twelve. Also (and I'm saying this purely as an observation), I feel like her chest was... flatter in August. I'm going to hell, aren't I?

It's good to be home, anyway, away from classes. Sort of away, at least, ( Read more... )

I can't focus on this paper.

Which is probably understandable, given I got to bed at three-ish last night, which in turn was because I went both to a masquerade with Sara (I as a cowboy, she as a wench) and then the AU Gamers meeting, where I got sucked into a game of Munchkin Cthuhlu. And then I had to walk Sara home, which I am certainly not ( Read more... )

So, last Friday..

God, was it really Friday? As in, five days ago? As in, before the Gamers Event and everything? I swear, Time doesn't fly; it simply disobeys the laws of linear motion.

Anyway. Friday, I was fifteen minutes late for my American Modernism class, which meant that I lost a point on the daily reading quiz, even though (I'd say) having ( Read more... )

Writing up the last two days of the trip didn't take long, compared to the first three. I'm not sure if the days actually got more boring, or if I'm just getting tired of this line of inquiry. I think it was the former; I just didn't do that much in Shanghai. I know some people went out drinking; I guess I just wasn't in the mood.

April 24th, Day ( Read more... )

For such a modern city, it's surprisingly hard to find a cafe with Wi-Fi in Shanghai.
Which of course means I spend less time online, which in theory is good, but in practice? I've got a stupid Rural Economics paper that I need to finish, and I need my internet to do it.
Of course, now that I know where it is, I can go back tomorrow. But still...
Also ( Read more... )

Problem: Can't work.
Underlying Cause: Not awake yet.
Solution: Caffeine.

Problem: Can't work.
Underlying Cause: No concentration
Solution: Caffeine.

Problem: Can't work.
Underlying Cause: Every movement is now all jittery ( Read more... )

Every so often (usually around finals/midterms time), I find myself ( Read more... )

No James Joyce fan I.
Topic: The Dead, May Fourth works.
Write! ... Oooh! Something shines!

So, I'm writing my paper. It's coming along, slowly but surely; I've got about four pages ut of six. but this productivity is greatly hampered, because I'm constantly falling asleep as I try to figure out what to say next.

Which means I have the unusual sensation of continually half-waking up, looking at my laptop screen (my eyes normally closed, ( Read more... )

So, I'm finally back in school.

That may not make sense, reading it at first. I mean, classes started in China a freaking month ago, right? Why am I saying school has begun now?

Because until now, until this very weekend, it didn't feel like I was back at school. The past month has been a vacation, mentally. Sure, Chinese class sucks, but the rest ( Read more... )