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Bizarre.

I didn't think I would ever be writing in this thing from home. I can actually understand what all the links on the blogger website say now!

Sooo jetlagged.

Just writing to inform everyone that I went to another amazing and beautiful experimental theater in Taibei, got rained on numerous times, ate at a TGIFridays, dyed my hair red, and became very ill all in the period of the 4 days before I left.

Also I HATE Eva Airlines and the Seattle Airport. Customs be damned!

Development? Decline?

Rach and I are getting a sweet tv off of a New Zelander tomorrow for around $25 US.

Along with our spotty (or stolen, whichever you prefer) internet connection, this could make us a part of the modern world or simply transform our apartment into a nest of temptation which will distract us from studying...

Whatever. I want a tv.

Hopefully seeing some good theater before I head home on Wednesday. I am a little concerned, however, because the show I saw last Saturday (put on by National Taiwan University's very own theater department) contained a rather graphic depiction of oral sex...and I was not really expecting it (I don't think anyone in the audience was either, though).

Also, I am now officially a resident of Taiwan and will not be getting kicked out for being an idiot and waiting until the last minute to get my resident visa (woooo, me).

Oh, and Dance, Dance, Revolution (aka Tiaowu, Tiaowu, Dageming) is the BEST GAME EVER.

I AM DONE!

I have finished the oral and the written and now I am officially done with my FIRST SEMESTER IN TAIWAN.

I can finally sleep.

Well, first mass activity to the Taiwan Beer Bar (cheap beer, cool place, don't be confused by my planning of drunken activities, you know I'm a social butterfly...) and then SLEEEEEPPPP.

Glorious.

And then home.

Of course, there is still that issue of applying to grad school...
Damn it.

Descent Into Sadism

I tutor this kid in English every Wednesday for two hours and before we start I make him say "extraterritoriality" five times. Then I make him explain to me what a sphere of influence is.

If that's not pure, cold-hearted bitchiness, I don't know what is.

Seriously.

Also, let's get on the commenting, people. I don't know what is going on, but I am completely unwilling to let a blog post go with 0 comments on it!

Hahahahaha. Actually, it's not funny at all...

Had my oral final this week. It went "alright," by which I mean, probably fine, but I talk really fast when I am nervous and the head of the program makes me very nervous, so I spoke really, really fast (tones=very, very messy which, in turn=very, very bad). BUT, it's over now and I only have my written test (next Friday) before I am FREE!!!

Which brings me to the thing that is "funny," but not funny at all. I totally pulled a "me" and just arbitrarily decided I was coming home on the 22nd. I am actually coming home on the 20th. Definitely AWESOME, but all that time I had plannedt for fixing up the apartment, doing more grad school stuff, learning songs for INSANE chorus has just been cut in half. I=STRESSED. But very happy that I will be seeing all of y'all soooo soon!!!

This has been a blog post of many "=" signs and thus I am deeming this post as brought to you by the letter "=" because it might as well be its own letter.