TUZAIZI

The word above means "bastard" but it was the closest translation I could find when I was trying to call my guard friend a brat. He didn't like it very much. I also called him a whore because he always says that he has a lot of girlfriends. He called me a whore back (he knows I have a lot of boys who are friends) but then he was like "but I'm not a whore, because I'm a boy..." Funny.

My weekend was more than enjoyable. Remember this blog? Remember the kid named Veyans? I went a-karaoke-ing with him,the one on the far left, again the other night. God he's so cute I just want to put him in a bucket. I need to hang out with him more. He is planning on introducing me to his brother..... David Beckham.

My friend the guard decided that he was going to come visit me at my apartment last night after work. I let him, it wasn't like an invasion. We sat in my front room and used my computer to translate back and forth, and even though it had it's frustrating moments, was much more convenient than how we normally communicate. He told me that he left school when he was 15 and started working. Apparently he was one of my bad students.....He said that he wants to go to Xinjiang eventually because he has a lot of family there. It's just so sad! I wanted to hug him, but that would have been weird, so I poked him in the ribs instead.

He's coming back tonight to deliver me some water. yay!

My kids have tests today and tomorrow. Poor dears. :-(

Justin Gilmer needs to answer his fucking phone. Now!

I am finished grading oral tests! That was horrendous....

My contact teacher bought me a coat. It's thin and long and really brightly colored. Really suits me, problem is it's not that warm. Oh well, she tried.

I do not match in any way shape or form today. (This is also thanks to the rainbow bright coat I'm wearing.)

So I was talking to this kid who I really like because his English is very good and he always answers everything in class (plus he's really including with the other kids like if we're playing basketball and he answers a question he'll give the ball to another kid on his team so they can have a chance...uh my heart..) And all of a sudden he was called away from my desk by another teacher. This one teacher near me just randomly turns to me and says "that boy has a problem with his heart." What!? Why? Where did this come from?! Why did you have to tell me this?! They have no idea the effect that saying something like that has on me. Ugh. Now I'm gonna worry about him more. Great. It's always the sweet ones. >.< (To clarify you'd never know it, he seems very very healthy and active.)

And now to go attempt to figure this Beijing trip out.....