It's seventh period and I've been drawing in my office for the past hour or so. Every once in a while kids stealthily come up behind me and I hear them chirp or comment on the drawings. I've learned not to turn around and talk to them because then they get nervous and flee. I don't mind, I'm used to the whole "being watched while I draw thing" I've been dealing with it for years and I'm finally comfortable with it. I'll thank face painting for that one.
I just realized that I haven't gotten my pay check yet. I'm so bad at it. The whole "going and getting it" thing. I'd rather it just show up like it does in America in a neat little envelope.
Speaking of envelopes I need to start thinking about taxes. Soon.
Me, Brendon and Li made noodles and dumplings in my apartment the other night. It was sort of adorable. Thank God Brendon was there because Li was shouting cooking vocabulary and I haven't covered that yet in Chinese. The dumplings were a little overdone but everything was nummy. Afterward both boys helped me clean not only the dishes but my apartment. They get points for that.
My lesson on prepositions (on, above, over, inside....for those of you who forgot) went better than expected today. The class went INSANE. I feel bad for the teacher in the class
behind us. *lame pun*
I no longer feel bad for having so much stuff. I originally did because my boyfriend lives in this one room dorm with like 6 other guys. I thought "wow he must think I have too much stuff" and this sort of gave me a complex for a little while. Not anymore! I helped him move last night. He has so much junk! Although it's interesting to see that we have that in common.
My two friend guards are LEAVING next month. I can't describe how unhappy this makes me.
I'm secretly looking forward to Chinese class to see how much I've improved.
Still not sure what to give up for lent (perhaps because I've had to give up so many things that I love I should be exempt from it this year, but on the other hand that just aint right thinking.)
Got my feet washed last night. Why did I go? The first layer of my skin was boiled off, I HATE having my feet touched because they're so ticklish and it hurts when people massage my calves because I always get charlie horses. That experience was very troublesome.
So far my evening is free, I doubt that will last.