So since I got back from China my everyday routine has been the following: Wake up, fiddle about online, do crunches, eat breakfast, read and/or fiddle about online, watch a movie and/or TV, run, take a shower, read, eat dinner in or go out to dinner with a friend, if I don't go out to dinner with a friend perhaps I go get an after dinner drink with a friend, read, go to bed. Sometimes I mix things up a bit and play guitar (I've had strange urges to do this recently. It's been, let's see, four years since I've played? Very odd.) or study Chinese. I really should study Chinese more... I also need to work on my Div I portfolio. I'm not worried about it though. At first I was all like, "Retrospective essay? Ew." But I realized because I wrote relatively genuine self-evaluations I'm going to be fine. I can definitely see through my self-evals and my writing the ways in which I've grown over the past year. Exciting. So really all I need to do is sit down and write the damn thing.
I like how relaxing my days are, and although they seem semi-productive (I'm getting through books and exercising!), there is definitely something lacking. Currently I kind of feel like a know-nothing, because, honestly, I haven't done much learning this summer (except for learning a considerable amount of Chinese, and a few interesting facts about bugs). I've been keeping my brain active be reading and occasionally writing, but I want to create some new wrinkles.
Tonight my brother arrived, so hopefully things will start to get sooopaah exciting. When we got to the house I gave him a "shot" of Baijiu (it's a normal sized shot of Baijiu, but not a normal sized shot, Oh Lord God Bird no), and then my family all did a shot together. My mother's face after the shot was priceless. I've personally come to love Baijiu. The smell and taste remind me of happiness, lots of good food, kind people, and lots of fun. Oh, I could sniff Baijiu for hours sitting in a cloud of good memories, but I have a feeling that would go against my creating-new-wrinkles goal.
I'm so excited about returning to Hampshire. I've been having tons of Hampshire dreams, and I've got to say, though I do love my parents, they are making me a tad bit crazy. They are almost always in the house because they both work from home, and, although my mother is relatively good about going out, my Dad is basically here every second of the day.
Anyway, when I went to update my journal tonight this note popped up asking if I wanted to recover some past entry that I typed, but never posted. I said yes and this little tidbit, which is still quite applicable to my life, appeared: "I over think things. A lot. Especially things having to do with boys. I really wish I didn't over think those sorts of things. I need to find a way to be cool and collected at all times and not worry over every detail." True dat Ariane of the past! I seriously need to work on this. Summer kind of helps. I think a lot less about real life and a lot more about the novels I'm reading.
Also, I have a confession: I'm addicted to tweenage girl movies. If it's about high school girl who has a crush? I'm there. Especially if it has Amanda Bynes in it. She's The Man? Brilliant. Sydney White? I can't tell you how many times I squee-ed. They referenced Dr. Who for God's sake! True it was a friggen obvious reference, but the fact that they did it gave me internal joy nonetheless (I wonder if one of the Five-College Libraries has Dr. Who DVDs I could borrow... Oh the time travel! Oh the sexiness!). I also watched this HORRIBLE movie with Ashley Tisdale or whatever her name is. It was seriously, just, BLECH, but I enjoyed it in that sick way where things are way too mushy, the acting is absolutely no good, the plot is unbelievable, but you secretly sort of kind of wish your life was like that just because it's sort of kind of exciting.
If you are reading this, I sent a translation of the postcard to your Hampshire email, but I imagine you do not use that one much anymore. Am I right? What is an email address, if any, that you check more frequently? Also, if you are not much of an email person, how am I ever to get a hold of you? What am I to do?
P.S.: I love Christian Bale and David Tenant as Dr. Who.
Current Music: You're oooonly! You're only 17!