Wandering_Fox wrote:
I know, right? I was going to let you know that I found your cookie, but then I got distracted when someone brought rice crispy treats to work (topped with Cookies and Creme frosting AND crushed Oreos! It was everything that is good combined into one dessert!)
Awww, I knew you'd give it to me!
I eat Oreos every day. Oreos are a big deal here and I need to restock on them, I only have a tube of them left along with a box of Oreo wafers.
I really can't imagine rooming with anyone here. In this building there are singles and doubles and I have a single. The doubles are small, basically my room with another giant bed in it and you share all the furniture and bathroom, and the lack of privacy kills me. I spent the weekend in my room and in silence, thinking. I read Virginia Woolf, researched for myself, edited photos, and even wrote over ten pages in my diary in one sitting. None of it was about China, but I was feeling inspired about a conversation I had almost two months ago. It's amazing to wake up at whatever time you happen to wake up, see the sun shining through your curtains, and then spend the rest of the day alone with your thoughts.
The NYU student I mentioned in the Japanese language thread messaged me telling me about his time at the gym with foreigners, and he also wrote:
Maybe from next week, I will go to gym once a week. I think a man should have a strong body, not only can be healthy, but also give their girlfriends sense of safety.
*writes an essay in reply about strong independent women who don't need no man*
Speaking of strength, I had my first guzheng class today and it was pretty intense! It's unlike anything I've encountered before, I'm not even sure how to describe it, but now I have this gigantic gorgeous instrument set up in my room. I picked it out from the others because it had an old Chinese scholar playing the guzheng carved on it, green and white strings, along with some writing I can't read. One of the interesting things about the instrument is that it's really sensitive to the touch, I can't even tap it lightly with a piece of tissue paper (which I did) without it playing. Today's class was fun and I feel as if I've learned so much already. I really want to do well! It's so different though, the hand movements, the notes, reading the notes, etc.
Afterwards though, it was THE WORST to bring it to my building. It's long, way taller than I am, heavy, had its own stools, and the wind kept pushing it back. There's a guy in my class who kept saying things like, "Just hold it like a guitar, I donno, I'm a tall guy," and I was thinking, "OK, well, I weigh significantly less than you and I'm nearly two feet shorter so your comment isn't lifting my spirits
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Rawr. It'll be fine though, I've hauled around heavier paintings before, I can do this every week. *SNIFF*