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Anyway, not much has happened since Thursday, but I figured I'd give you more post for thought. Friday morning took the Green 2 to school & boy was it crowded. I kind of was in an awkward position, holding onto roof bars, so when the bus jerked around a lot I think I messed up some of my upper torso muscles. I can still do pushups though.

At school, I spent a lot of time studying. In computer class, we got to use the new lab and do no VB, just play on the internet, so that was nice. I spent most of history & geography & lunch tracking down the "not only/but also" construction (or forms thereof) in my dictionary and doing my Domestic Science homework. This homework is to make a paper doll with stylish clothes, and it's surprisingly fun but difficult. Whether the clothes are stylish or not is another story.

Language class was goodish, we had the woman teacher as usual on Fridays... she's just not as good as the guy. We actually finished like 12 minutes early, which is odd indeed. Scott & I took the Green 2 back to Nanshijiao, though we had to ask the driver if it was right or left. I taught him how to ask, but then had a brain freeze forgetting the words right and left on the first bus, and just flailing my arms incoherently. Scott subsequently ascertained it was going the long way, so we got off.

We had a good, long laugh about that, then later found the left-route one. Having arrived at my house after 45 minutes, we proceeded to play many games of the baseball game. At first Scott owned, but the last game was close with me pulling out a victory in the bottom of the 9th inning. w00t. Had dinner, and then proceeded to install Windows Service Pack 2 on my computer. It took a long time, like an hour or more, so I watched "Chucky" on tv with my host mother. Wrote a poem.

Went to bed at like 1:00 AM, managed not to scald myself with the shower (cold instead of incredibly hot yay). Did some pushups, as usual. This morning I've just been eating toast, talking to people online and looking at MP3 players on the net. Later today I might go looking for some at the stores in Taipei.

Anyway, I am going to stick a poem here, but just in case that's not your thing, as an added bonus there is a picture of my room:

#10 On Home
To one who lived a whole life in one place,
Speaking of “home” may bring a vacant look,
For stasis can a prison make of book,
And warm fireside and some familiar face.
I yearn for mountains cold and foggy lace,
Evergreen trees, and mist, and forest brook,
And Winter’s touch, frost bearding ev’ry nook;
My homeland’s my salvation, not God’s grace.
Towards the East these eyes are oft inclined,
And images of old I ponder still;
The youth-fill’d roads all beckon in my mind,
My friend, perhaps, lives over yonder hill.
Of yet, the wanderlust’s not put behind--
Can home defer unto the traveler’s will?