#18.

leaving for the motherland tomorrow. excitement awaits in the form of good food, explorations, and phototaking. must remember to buy 120mm film for diana whenever i get the chance! this vacation is going to be different; usually a trip to china consists of nonstop eating and senseless spending. this year, i will observe and preserve the beauty of the motherland in my own way. i will explore more, see more, and stop being so shallow.

(an attempt to rid me of my materialism, a rather fearsome task.)

must wash hair tonight! the thing i hate most in the entire world is sitting on a 13 hour plane ride and dreaming of an inaccessible hot shower. i dislike plane rides in general, there is just something about that smell that makes my stummy flip and flop in the most unfortunate ways.

#17.

i feel like a hermit. it seems as though a plane ride always sucks my vitality out of me like some sort of super-vacuum. i come home and then i am comatose for days. by comatose, i mean by sleeping at ungodly hours and marathoning shows.

april says that i should write blogs on account of the fact that everything that i say should be a one-liner on a sit-com. i don't think that i am that ridiculous nor do i think i harbour enough wit to feed a sit-com. although writing everyday seems like a good goal.

childhood (post-adolescent) dream: i want to work as a part of the FBI's BAU and be really badass and catch serial kilers.

they make it sound so enticing on tv.