Well, you will never guess where I am right now…. the MTC. Yes people, I’m sitting in the computer lab, eating a salad from Cozi. Why you might ask… because Ms. Julie Shut called me tonight to get on my case about finding flights to St. Louis. And, because I love her, I obliged her demands/requests. And, I suppose you’re wondering why I am here rather than the sunny porch… well, after literally 15 phone calls and 3 ½ months of waiting, my computer is finally being shipped of to HP. It’s in the car right now waiting to be taken to FedEx. I truly hate HP at this point in time, but I am excited to almost have my computer back good as new. I plan on calling sometime this week to bitch and see if I can get something free for the unnecessary hoops I had to go through. Perhaps my roommate will start working there, and then I can task her with my frustrations.
Speaking of the Sunny Porch, life is going well there and I’ve begun to like it. However, it is really bizarre being in Evanston w/o all of my classmates--- I have no one to go for $1 burgers with. What I do have is a ton of cultural exposure. Tonight’s lesson was on why Americans tan and why Asian’s do not. We have also had discussions regarding American names, American and Chinese dating practices, and the whole situation where they don’t ask questions (which I was very thankful for this weekend). All in all, very interesting convos. Becca- one accidentally opened your letter to me (why didn’t you write my name??) and then they asked who sent me the love letters, and when I explained it was you they thought it was very cute.
Alright, I’m going to head out. I need to drop this package off in time to catch Lost.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
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i didn't put ur name on it? i really need to start sleeping more than four hours a day. i keep doing stuff like that. now u understand why i am so stressed. how am i supposed to write 2 papers a night-one on existentialism theory- the other interpreting some play written in the 14th century-when i can't even remember to write somebody's name on an envelope. o god only a couple more weeks
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