Post-numbering secrets revealed!!

This post isn't as exciting as you'd think, but in response to Megan's question, I like to mark events such as the 50th & 100th post. It got tiresome counting up from 50, so I marked post 69. Then that got irritating in and of itself, so I have started numbering them again. Now I don't need to though...

Anyway, recently I was delighted by a rather hilarious page entitled 10 Worst Black Metal Pics. Also entertaining are the only web comic I read & toothpastefordinner's deligthful drawings.

In response to Connie's question, I did indeed feel a bit lame. I met some of Amy's reporter-friends, and I stopped hating them shortly after they started talking to me in Chinese (& stopped talking to me in English). There's nothing quite so frustrating as, when trying to immerse oneself in a language by going to a country where it is spoken, having people talk English at you because you are white (at least in this author's humble opinion -- I'm sure people telling you that you suck on a daily basis would also work).

But yesterday was a it of a contender as well. In the morning I got up, and we went to the birthday party of this girl I met the first day I came to this house in Nanshijiao. Of course, it was the family party, not the college-friends-craziness party, but whatever. Then for the rest of the day, I talked to people on MSN... in the early evening I finished Ruined by Reading while eating chocolate. High-quality chocolate I might add.

At that point, I went to bed (9:30ish) because I was feeling tired. Just randomly.

Now, it's 9:30 again... I think that this evening's Rotary event will prove to be most suckitudinous, but we'll see. I have things I want to say right now, but I won't judge it until it's over. If it blows enough I might be forced to rant in a very biased way; however, it remains to be attended. All I have now is the anticipation.

Here's a picture of the styrofoam cake cover, & the effects of flame thereon: