有一個小偷, or don’t put your food in the common room
We have a thief on our floor. I live in a dorm with 2 other girls, but I have my own room and we share a bathroom. There are maybe 100 people on our floor, a resident assistant, and the chaplain. And we all share the common room, which has a kitchen, a fridge, a little dining area, and a living area with a TV (that we never use because the university is too cheap to provide us with cable..the damn box has ONE channel).
Now, the story begins with the common room kitchen fridge. Most people have their own little baby fridges in their room, but a freezer is expensive and hard to come by. Most mini-sized fridges have a freezer the size of small textbook–there’s not much you can fit in there. so many people take to storing stuff like waffles, fish, shrimp, meat, and the like in the common room freezer. This was all good and dandy until some asshole stole one girl’s 1 lb bag of shrimp….and then somebody took one guy’s chicken…and then $50 worth of my roommate’s groceries disappeared.
I have put food in the freezer too, but seeing as meatless tofu sausages aren’t that appealing to most people, it has remained untouched. I knew that if they were touched, though, I’d be devastated though. Like my roommates, I have NO meal plan because it’s cheaper not to buy food at the cafeteria but to grocery shop. I also don’t have the money buy food after it’s stolen– I get paid from my office job on a biweekly basis, and I grocery shop when I get paid. My roommates are in the same position. When my one roommate’s food was stolen, she had nothing to eat for 2 weeks but the food that my other roommate and I cooked and shared with her. Things like this shouldn’t happen. What about people who have no roommates? Or whose roommates aren’t so giving? What do they do when their food is stolen?
I keep daydreaming about catching the thief while walking past the common room, and bitch-slapping them up. What they are doing is so heinous. My roommates and I have brainstormed ways of how to keep this person out. We even bought small plastic cockroaches at a Halloween store and stuck them inside her waffle box to deter people from taking them. The person still helped themselves to a few waffles AND some tilapia. And I mean, WHEN does this person cook their food? How do you steal 16 ounces of shrimp and get away with cooking them????? How do you STORE that much shrimp, in the first place??? This person must have a freezer in their room.
I’m so frustrated UGH!
reality and other things
So I’ve realized that I’m not really that smart to be writing these entries in Chinese…and I won’t be for a long time. I guess that’s what been putting me off and making me procrastinate for the longest time. sooooo change of gears for this blog. i’m not really sure WHat* the theme is now, but i’m going to keep writing on a daily/every-other-daily basis. i’ll eventually figure it out. And when i do, i’ll let you know lol.
Well i have dance rehearsal…later!
enjoy this vintage classic from peggy lee in the meantime:
where the hell did november come from?
Is it just me, or did November creep up on us mad fast? I swear, time just keeps blasting ahead. Before I know it, I’ll be a menopausal middle-aged women with false teeth and three whiny high school kids. But I digress.
The great thing about November is that it is the month that brings my birthday, and yes, I am happy to say I am now 21. It’s a pretty awesome age, if you’re an American or living in America, I must say. My friends took my out to a 21+ nightclub, and bought me drinks the night before. Then, on my actual birthday day, they threw me a surprise party with cake and presents. I had beautiful day on my 21st. It feels quite glamourous to finally be 21, but now I know why the store is called Forever 21–I have no intention of ever turning 22, or of going beyond the age that I am right now. I am quite content with being 21 for the rest of my life, hahah.
So I realize with all this talk of birthday festivity I am evading a very important point–I have not, in fact, written in a month. All I can say is…midterms hijacked my life but this blog will be riding in the front seat from now on. I got my Chinese midterm back on Monday, and it was not pretty. (Let’s just say I was a few points away from not passing…) So forward marching! I shall, how you say, be 練習’ing it up in the next few days.
walking back on track
menton: a tiny, vibrant beachtown in the south of france, just outside italy
It’s hard keeping promises when you have no one to keep you accountable for them but yourself. All I can tell you is no matter how horribly my nightmarish week went, it’s over, and it’s 2 weeks in the past. Yet, the work doesn’t stop there–I still have a paper due this Thursday, as well as a book I am supposed to read for another class by that same day. But, here I am, with my Chinese book open in the morning, studying before class at 1:15 pm today (I have work from 10 am – 1pm, so no time afterwards).
We don’t have a quiz, or anything due, but I simply want to be able to speak my mind in class today. Except for 3 people (of which I am one), everyone in my class is Asian. Everyone in my class has been to China except me. And everyone–bar about 2 or 3 people–has those $100+ mini-computers that you can translate characters with. The computers look like gameboys, but you can trace the outline of a character on its little screen, and that word’s definition will pop up. I want one. I wouldn’t be fumbling around for my words so much when we have to read texts, because I would be able to rapidly translate the reading like most other kids do, instead of trying to know everything. I dunno. I feel like there’s a thin line between being a smart student–actually knowing everything–and being a shrewd student–simply being super-prepared. I want to be super-prepared every class now, to make up for what I don’t have–experience abroad in China, a cool high-tech electronic character dictionary. That’s why right now, 我練習。
I know it may be seen as a mistake to have studied junior year in Europe instead of China, but I don’t regret temporarily sacrificing my mastery of Chinese to French and Spanish. That was last year, and this is this. I’m a greedy girl. I want it all.
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