i'm just going to keep on talking until someone responds hehe

ok so i thought i'd be a good girl and start on history hw that's due monday on sat instead of mon morning as what i always do, but my roommate's friends pour into the room with two new people (e-man and yorick? don't know how to spell them) and i try to drown them out with chinese music blasting in my earphones but eman kept on talking to me and i gave up and played Bang with them, which is like a super elaborate murderer with cards and lives and weapons (woo!). playing cards with them is not just about the game man it's a whole party. so it goes on until it's time for my late night supper of pizza with wilson and yashodan poor souls who braved the cold and lateness to satisfy my urge to eat and just get out of my room. then bloody ICED bubble tea at the asian ghetto when it's a CRAZY FOUR DEGREES OUTSIDE. the purpose of this post is to lament the passing of my previous incredible resistance against the cold that i'm actually feeling now. I NEVER FEEL COLD. But i just shivered my way back home. this is california! where's the sunshine? ok so it's 1am but it shouldn't hit 4 degrees and below ever in my imagined wonderful california. please don't sneer at me you uk people but i still think it's ridiculous. people are made to walk around in tshirt and shorts, not fat jacket and thermal underwear.

on a separate note, 北京一夜 (one night in beijing) is the most haunting chinese song i've ever heard. the lyrics are amazing. i'll translate for you, fuzzy. mostly enigmatic old people doing funny things in the streets and barbarians waiting at city gates and lovers waiting a thousand yrs.

i wish i could be a barbarian. very romantic.