Arrgh. Weird formatting stuff just because I’ve been copying and pasting from Word.
This weekend was… extremely tiring and crappy. I’m barely awake now, typing this stupid thing out, feeling like I’m drifting in and out of some insomniac’s bizzare dream. Which reminds me: Have you ever zoned out and just stared straight ahead, discarding information that your eyes are sending to your brain? You know, when you’re deep in thought/tired/mentally retarded, and you think about stuff with your eyes open? Whatever you do, make sure your blank gaze doesn’t fall upon the following categories:
Even though you’re not comprehending what you’re seeing, staring at the above still may cause social awkwardness.
On Friday, most of the college kids went “clubbin’”, i.e. standing around a humid dark room with repetitive electronic music blasting through speakers half drunk off your ass and blindly copping feels. Jimmy wanted to go, but I advised against it, due mostly to the fact that he:
So the four lame highschoolers stayed behind. To hell with it, we thought, and decided to make the most of the evening. We headed to the mini mart and stocked up on chips, soda, and ice cream, and then headed to the Wuming Lake on campus. Little did we know that this picturesque lake where we planned on blasting loud music and having a wild good time was also the home of Beijing University’s Biggest Damn Makeout Spot. Seriously, every 10 yards sits another couple. After circling the lake looking for a place to sit, we found one and proceeded to play bad music and be fools (obviously, we weren’t in any mood to make out, although Reed did open an ice cream bar incorrectly getting melted vanilla ice cream all over his pants). Not surprisingly, the couples in our immediate vicinity moved away after the third repetition of some Japanese anime theme song. We paid Angee 5 Yuan each for him to ride back to our dorms in nothing but his boxers. I followed closely behind him blasting loud music. Let’s just say the oncoming car with high beams on wasn’t exactly Angee’s ideal situation when he’s half naked.
We sure got a lot of stares that night.
Speaking of stares, Reed seems to get the brunt end of it. I’d equate the stares he gets from people here to stares one would get walking around in Seattle if one happened to be thirteen feet tall and had bright green skin and four eyes. I guess white people aren’t very common in China.
The next morning we woke up man, to a seven hour drive. Well, a fourty minute one to the Tian Tan Temple. Luckily, it happened to be the lamest temple in China. Whoo!
On Sunday, the four of us headed to Tianjing to do some filming. We first went to a church, an elementary school, then a high school. Let’s just say that the filming at the high school was less than ideal, and that Angee coulda stayed here, and that the train we caught back to Beijing was hot, 2 hours long, and late. And we have homework the next day. And Angee and I have to get up at 6:30 to do Tai Chi.
Not fun. This morning, I just said Screw it and skipped Tai Chi. Looks like they get my 120 yuan deposit.
The food is bad, I’m tired all the time, the classes suck, and it’s hot as hell.
Five more weeks.
-Freddie “GetMeOuttaHere” Wong
