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I think I've grown up a lot and realized I have a lot of growing up to do. But I kind of kind of wish I can just rot away on the couch watching soap operas... The past two weeks of exams and papers has been... ironic. I came to China and all I wanted was friends. I wanted them cool kids--the music herder, concert goer, the magazine player and photographer. Classes were hard and easy and show up to get by. Now that I have radio station friends, and photographer friends, and, course, can't forget, hairdresser friends, I'm swamped with so much work I can only turn down invites. Some type of karma at work, I feel like. But I can't forget when he said while we were all chillin at his place, he said, "dou shi yi jia ren ma" (we're all family). He's the genuine type that I wish I could keep, but now I'm seriously wonder when I'll ever get to see him again. Then there's everyone's favorite sponge tomato, she says, "I'll be thinking of you Qing Qing," and I want to say, "sponge tomato, I wish I known you since 1997," but we have 2008, and we have future, and we have each other's everychanging MSNs... and we have, what do we have, I don't even know. I only know the next couple of days is hell busy that I kind of, again, want to just rot away on the couch.

But I have Art-School's entire discography, and I have a lot of things to do, and I have a lot of regrets and guilt to comb through, and I have a lot of wishes, and I have a lot of people that I wish I could put in a pocket. Instead, it's all going to be just one place, one word, one fest, it's called midi, and I hope everyone goes, and I hope to bump into all the Tianjin kids, and that is all... and I'm essentially afraid of life, so afraid, that the thought of crawling back to ohio has occured to me more than just once.

What's going on what's going on what's going on with this world, But more importantly, why aren't you writing? When this is all over, when you can breathe again, my dear, I need you to... listen to ART-SCHOOL.