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There’s something about reading lists that just gets me every time.

They seem to just pile up around the house, all with different titles scribbled accross (and when I say scribbled I mean sometimes I can’t read them myself) and it’s driving me insane! Instead of reading all of these books, I’m just making useless lists about them. It’s a bit of a chronic problem with me though, and I am not ashamed to admit my list addiction. I may also be slightly or very addicted to stationery, so it all seems to connect very well. So it’s definitely not me, it’s evil outside forces working together against my tired, dreaming, constantly brooding and now employed self.

I just can’t seem to get into any book, and believed me I’ve been on many Shelfari browsing parties and all I do is come up with even more lists. I started The Bell Jar last year, which I’ve been dying to read, and yet I can’t bring myself to finish it for some disturbingly unknown reason. The book is a page-turner, so why do I cringe a little when I see it on my bookshelf? Perhaps because I know that I’ve yet to finish it and already am thinking of new reading adventures?

I guess I should mention I am also slightly neurotic.

Polonaise

I’m back up on this ish! Not that that means anything since I never write anything anyway. It is my second slash third (I’m not really sure how to count it) day without Tom. I know, sob!! So while he is crisping under the Thai sun, I have been up to nothing really in Beijing. Except taking care of his adorable puppy Ena, tiny poodle who will not leave my side and does these cute little dances when she knows she’s about to go out. Also she growls at Gabby everytime she passes by which I find hilarious.

What my life has consisted of in the past few days:

• Surfing a lot of DA and artsy sites, getting inspired for all these little ideas I have in my head and when I actually follow through with them they are going to be fab!
• Walking Ena and Chimbo in stupid Beijing weather
• Not going to class but feeling a bit guilty about it. Whatever I had tutor today and I’m going tomorrow
• Listening to Crookers
• Taking care of drunk friends and getting drinks spilled on me
• Breakfast with hungover friend on his birthday
• Stressing about life in general

I also figured I should do something about my starting to resemble a teapot again, but so far have come up with nothing doable because let’s be honest I’m not going to do situps while I could just be sitting, and I’m not going to go out and jog while I can just be sitting, and I miss Tom too much to really do anything but get in my little drawing world and occassionally have a granola bar (or two). I think the only creature lazier than me is Chimbo and he’s like 200 in human years so I guess he’s allowed.

On the bright side, I am only 300yuan short of getting that fab white flowery flowy short summery dress! It is going to be so fierce.

Those shoes are mine, betch!

So I haven’t been replenishing my closet with fabulous goodies from foreign lands because I am broke and also not familiar with shit around here. I already know what I want & from where, I just need a working vehicle and someone to drive it. I can’t even retreat to my dear internet because wireless is a pain in my ass & never wants to work. So I have chosen the dirty ways of Mtv and The Real World. God what trash TV but it reminds me of when I was younger and Mtv was, like, you know, everything. TRL with Carson Daly and Road Rules, hells yes! But those days are over because you know Mtv has gone down the drain when The Jonas Brothers make it #3 on the Top 10. I know.

The point now is to soak up some sun before I have to return to the city of smog. I’ll just lay on the sand and fall asleep next to crashing waves as my skin absorbs delicious honey sun rays to the sound of The Shins. So now I just need a working vehicle and someone to drive me TO the beach! Jesus.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that PMS (which in my case might need to be changed to something like Pre & Post Menstrual Syndrome, since I suspect it might be my permanent state of being. I guess that would make it Permanent Menstrual Syndrome. Sometimes.), minus twenty degree weather and about seventy three layers of clothing are definitely not a good combination in any way. On the bright side, Harbin was a nice change and the ice festival was beautiful. I managed to come back in one piece; I didn’t fall once, which is very rare considering I’m always tripping on my own feet in regular circumstances.

On to more exciting news – there aren’t any. Except that I will be replenishing my closet within a few weeks with sweet buys from foreign lands, plus some Bath & Bodyworks goodies. Y’know, just getting ready for warmer weather and shit like that, nothing special.

Typical me

So it is 2 am and my hair is still wrapped in a towel, my suitcase half empty and instead of doing anything about it all, I sit, online; very typical me. Oh and I’m leaving on a cruise tomorrow morning. It is going to be absolute chaos in this house, it will take forever and one day to get everyone out at the same time.

On other more tragic news, I lost my phone last night. WHAT! That’s the second time this year. It wasn’t even a nice one, because smart (I guess) me decided that in the event that it might get lost again, it should be under 500HKD. But who cares about the phone; all my numbers, my text messages and PHOTOS were in that thing, damnit. But nevermind that, it will be replaced. The problem is that the night ended on a tragic note, as one too many zambuca shots caused me to once again have verbal diarrhoea and as a result end up crying about all the allbeit small yet painful issues in my teenage life. In short, it was a shitshow and I woke up with eyes so puffy I could barely open them.

Spent the entire day watching NatGeoWILD and learnt so much. I mean seriously I can’t stick around when the lions feast on their prey, but man those people cook up some interesting and heartbreaking documentaries. I mean did you know that sharks roll their eyes back, so that they are practically blind at the last moments of the attak, just in case some bone splinters fly off. I mean that is genius, why can’t I do that. And penguins are waterproof. Seriously? I got nothin’. I have no cool way of confusing my predator so that he can’t catch me, I can’t see in the dark (and am a myopic mess by day), I don’t blend into my environment and I can’t even hear when people call me. I mean how depressing is it that a jackass penguin (literally) is cooler than I am.

Also, I need help figuring out a way to propose to Rafael Nadal. I have several ideas but first his girlfriend needs to peace out of his life. Oh, the possibilities would be endless then…

#315 thing I need

How absolutely GREAT is this coat! But most importantly, where do I get it? Fantastic. I guess I’ll wait until I’m 23 and working for Elle to be able to afford wowtastic coats and heels to match. Except that will most probably not happen anytime soon, since I’m going into a five-year psychology degree in Madrid with illustration on the side. Or fashion design, becaue I’m 19 and indecisive like that.

Besides not knowing what I am going to do with my life, I have been wasting away in front of the computer again. At least I have cut down on the apple pie intake, as well as that of brownies and alcohol. Yes, it is absolutely miserable. The reasons for my motivation:

• I was starting to resemble a teapot
• I am going on a cruise next Sunday

But mostly because I was starting to resemble a teapot.

And now I will get back to watching Project Runway. I have started again from the first season, and I have to say it is so easy for me to pick my favs from each one. From Season one I will always love Austin. Not only are his designs beautiful, just his overall self is so fabulous.