sleep deprivation

is the root of all evil, and all ridiculousness that one writes about in a half-delirious state after a loooong week where sleep was only optional.

I managed to hurdle past the economics exam from hell on Wednesday, and was rewarded by poutine (!!) that night curtesy of Cat, who's parents kindly brought us authentic cheese curds and packets of gravy during their visit from Canada because that's just how much we missed poutine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if you are not Canadian and do not know what I'm talking about, you should be booking your flight into Montreal quicktimes for a tasting of Canada's finest. You can say it is a staple food. Like rice to the Chinese, or naan to the Indian. Or maybe it's just mine...

Thursday- my chill day, it was raining farm animals from the sky and I didn't feel like going to work, so I called in sick with food poisoning. Teehee. Yes I'm a terrible employee, but trussssst, I was in desperate need of some R&R. Lounged in bed and caught up with my gossip girl episodes. Can we just talk about the reDONKness of the Nate and Blair reunion?? There is about as much spark between them as Brad and Jen. It's OVER palllll....

Friday- took Clare on a culinary hutong walking tour, the same one I was trained for earlier this week. The two of us together is bad news, we shop, and we eat, with no apologies. I took her to my favorite shopping area in Beijing, the vintage punk rock chic boutiques at Nanluoguxiang and its surrounding hutongs. Think Queen W.W. but half the price. Purchased a sickkkk one piece shorts suit reminiscent of my blue jumpsuit in the summer with the panda pin. A leopard print ballerina tutu, so grunge, so sick! I am also debating on getting nerd glasses in either red or black. It's all the rage now to sport these clear non prescription glasses with thick nerd rim. It's sooo next levz to look like you had have no social calendar and suffer from severe stigmatism. All the cool kids are doing it!

The Glass Table and Bleeding Butt Cheek Episode - Later that afternoon, I stepped into a tiny cafe in Houhai with Clare, I was having massive bbt cravings and I was going to take a hit of hk milk tea. I placed my order and turned around to rest gently on a glass surface that was about the height of a bar stool. Naturally, I deduce that it is a bar stool, placed next to the counter, for guests to rest as they patiently await their beverages. So I lowered my bum with my usual grace and levity, ONLY TO HAVE THE GLASS SHATTER IN 400 PIECES UPON CONTACT WITH SAID ASS. !!!!!. No, it was more like an implosion, a detonation, with a thunderous roar that made everyone in the cafe stop. turn. and gawk at me as if I were some kind of barbaric moron who needs to lose a few or thirty pounds off the hips. So of course the glass slashed through my leggings, my underwear, my shirt over top and scratched me bum as well. It was a good look. And it made going to the washroom a lot easier, I can finally identify with the split pant fashion trend on all the Chinese babies! Just squat, and go.

Saturday- I got paid to read French out loud. I do not know French. Oui oui!

Sunday- went on my second culinary tour tonight through the night market at Wangfujin. I met with the owner of the culinary tour company/cooking school along with three American clients and hit the wild and wonderful tourist trap known as Wangfujin snack street. Instead of showing the laowai an accurate roundup of Chinese food, I think I succeeded in frightening them out of the country with the wild items I force fed them. Snake, baby shark, silkworm, tripe and fried milk anyone?

Inner Mongolia tomorrow morning yeaa ahhhh! Yurts, yak milk, grasslands, horseback and sand dunes say hiiiiiiiiii

be back soontimes with pics.

meanwhile,
peace on tha streets and in the middle east!