Getting Out of the House

I always forget that downside of going to bed early is waking up early. Every night, it is so nice just to fall asleep at 10:30 or earlier, and feel proud of myself for getting a whole night of sleep. But then the next morning, when I wake up at 7, I don't feel nearly as lovely. And that is exactly what transpired this morning. I thought I must be on drugs or delusional when I rolled over and saw my phone time as 7:15. But no, I really was awake that early. And couldn't go back to bed, no matter how many times I replayed the lyrics "you gotta wake up slow" in my head. Over and over. Stupid teenage tendencies. Maybe it is just me, but I am so not a morning person.

The one good thing about waking up so early is that no one else was awake. Although when I opened my door to check, my dog greeted me, which is odd, because he is normally locked up in his room. But he couldn't stop me from walking around. I grabbed some leftover bing from last night (4 pieces. I am such a bottomless pit sometimes) and a piece of cake for breakfast before going back to my room and getting back into bed. I basically just wasted time on my computer, although I will not go into detail because I am still not 100% sure who has the address of this blog. What can I say, I am paranoid.

I got a text from Chris at about 9 this morning saying that he was in a tea house, and I should go join him, which I did. Getting there was a bit of a hassle though, because as soon as I got out of the house (which took a while in and of itself, because I had to find clean clothes, and get my stuff) I had to wait at the bus stop for 15 minutes before a bus showed up. Of course, I waited, and then 2 show up at the same time. Naturally. It made me want to punch someone. Hard.

We met at Happy Time (which is a tea house with Internet access), because he needed an Internet connection, and I wanted tea. When I arrived, he was in the middle of sending off the Middlebury application. College apps do not do wonders for a person's personality at any given point, and he was more than a little frustrated. But an hour and a half later, he was done, and we still had the rest of the afternoon. After a quick trip to our trusty fried chicken place (it is right next to school and has the best fried chicken ever) we hoped in a cab and headed to the art district, because it sounded mildly entertaining.

As it turns out, the art was a little disappointing. The cab ride there was rather expensive, and it was only a long street with lots of modern art galleries on it. Neither of us are fans of modern art, and we left after only 10 minutes. There wasn't much interesting things to do in the surrounding area, so we just got back into a taxi and went back to Xinjiekouwai, which is the street that school is on. We didn't talk about our little detour to another part of the city. That is better left unsaid, most likely.

Chris had errands to do, so that became our next order of business. Here is a good time to make an announcement. I went to McDonald's for the first time in probably forever, because I can't remember the last time I went. Chris wanted a cheeseburger, and he got me a chocolate milkshake just for the hell of it. I even tried part of a cheeseburger. It's crazy. I feel like I have been replaced by some stranger who eats McDonald's.

Errands turned into an adventure. We went to one store first, but it didn't have what we wanted, so we walked to the bus stop (because we were being lazy) went up one stop and went to another, bigger store. He had to buy shampoo, conditioner, and deodorant. The deodorant was the only thing that was a problem though. And when I say problem, I mean they didn't have any. Unless it was some slightly suspicious smelling Rexona. No Old Spice though, which was a problem. We ran into Jamie on the way out of the store, and after a slightly awkward encounter, moved on. I made a quick stop into a bakery to get a piece of chocolate cake (bad, I know, but I just couldn't resist) and then decided that I had to go back home, because I was already late.

When I got home, my parents weren't even home. Of course they wouldn't be. My sister and I talked in one of our bilingual conversations, and then she went back to her movie that she was watching, and I started watching Peaceful Warrior, which, aside from the weirdness, is a pretty good movie. I couldn't quite bring myself to start my homework. I'm just not in the zone yet.

Dinner was, as per usual, quite good. We had a really good beef dish with potatoes and carrots, and a chicken thing that was okay. There was cauliflower, which they cook really well here, and this fried dough thing that had been fried ontop of the chicken stuff, and was really yummy. That is the only way to describe it. After dinner, we all just chilled on our own. My mom came into my room to look at pictures, but I am fairly sure that she was doing it out of obligation, not because she wanted to. Ah well, what are you going to do? Have a good day all.