The laziest week ever...

I'm done with work, done with school stuff, and basically checked out of everything Beijing. I've spent the last week, holed up in my boyfriend's room (our room for the next 5 weeks) and have been doing nothing but sleeping, playing on the internet, and cooking for us.

This is the dream.

(photo credit: Me in 2006 when my mom and I made our adventure)

Also, we have tickets to go to Thailand, and plans to cross the border into Cambodia. This is the dream 2.0.

Trust your Better Sense of Judgement

Top 10 reasons why I missed you:

Me: "America Day is technically the 4th of July, our independence day from British oppression. So basically we'll be eating and drinking and talking shit about Brits in the park. Want to come?"

You: "Celebrating the establishment of a petulant feral state, consumed by greed, lacking moral values, integrity or true identity? I'm there...

Top 10 reasons why I'm glad you're not near me:

Me: "Can you teach me how to be as annoying as you are?"

You: "A lot of coke. A whooole lot of coke"

Summer Love

More days should be spent like this.

Love Week

Some of the best times in Beijing are times where you feel like you're not in Beijing. I know that sounds horrible, that I should love and appreciate Chinese culture in all it's forms, even when it's abrasive. And I do, it's just sometimes you just want to go home but you can't. This week has been so refreshingly not Chinese.

the girls watching the show

Becca, Andrew, and me.

My adorable friends dancing up a storm

Like the Redbucks' show at 2 Kolegas. They're a local bluegrass band who are honestly AMAZING. The whole night was great, the company was super, and southern style BBQ was included in the cover fee to boot. Everyone danced and sang so late into the night- I couldn't ask for more on a Tuesday night!

The blury gang at FUBAR

The entertainment for the night

Or hanging out at my favourite speakeasy hidden in a hotdog stand, FUBAR? Who would have thought that there would be a 20's style cabaret for just that night only? How fun!

back at FUBAR for 1 kuai mojitos

Grabbing dinner at my favourite beer garden

Or my birthday! Thank you so much to my lovely, lovely friends.

It's my Birfday!

It's the day after my rainy birthday and it couldn't be more perfect. 95 degree dry heat, clean, cloudy skies- the perfect florida day in beijing.

I think the day I don't cry on my birthday will be the day I'm done growing up. Does anyone else have this problem? It's usually my one time a year I cry, but these past two weeks have been so stressful. Between being taken to the police station and questioned twice, getting "fired," starting a new school, working my ass off, having so little time for myself, and realizing that I don't have much more time to spend with my boy or friends, I'm going nuts. Only 3 more weeks and I'm done with it all. And then the friends will start dropping like flies, one by one, until everyone's gone home except me and my dear and then I'll have to leave... Ah don't think about it!