No better loss than to lose myself in you

Its that time again! The time when flowers are in full blossom and people are sneezing in the parks. Kids are skipping school and teachers are wondering if all those students "really have colds." And its around this time that yours truely gets so bored, in fact, that he can think of nothing better than writing yet another blog. Seriously people, why? Why do we write these things?! Promotion? Information? Conformation? No more, I say!











































Just kidding...

Lets see, it was about 9:00 yesterday when I learned an aquaintence of mine (a totally different story) proposed, to a mutual friend (although, I suppose she's more than a friend to him) which was to be expected. When you don't see your own roommate for a good 3 or 4 days because of time spent with his girlfriend (amongst a few other things), you know its only a matter of time. I had to practically pry the information from him though. I know I'm not that intimidating. Oh well. The wedding will probably be short comming and I can only wish them the best. Him and I never really "clicked", but I'm finding that, be that as it may, he's still a part of my life here- changing; sometimes slowly, sometimes too quickly, but almost always in an uncomfortable sense. がんばって！

In other news, I'd like you all to know that I had jiaozi yesterday and today I feel fine. Yep, its true. Now, to most of you this means absolutely nothing, so let me explain:

It was the summer of '05 in which I discovered the joy of jiaozi (steamed dumplings of the highest quality) while walking by various street vendors. Never before had pork, leek and other assorted vegetables wrapped in a thin layer of dough been assembled in such a tempting way. With every bite, the smell of fresh jiaozi would resume anew; with every scent begging an encore. So it was that I would continue to the friendly neighborhood vendor for more until I was ready to try the many different kinds of jiaozi offered by nearby vendors. Over time, jiaozi became an obsession. Jiaozi in the morning, jiaozi in for lunch, jiaozi in the evening and everywhere in between that I saw fit. After all, not only was the delectable dumpling delicious, it was also by far the best bargain for a bite bar none. However, it was also around this time that I started having the most peculiar of sensations. Now, I won't go into detail, but lets just suffice it say that I may have loved the jiaozi and I'm positive that the jiaozi loved me as well, but my stomach was the betrayer. The "mother-in-law" if you will that made our coexistence unbearable. It was a long while before I finally quit jiaozi. I tried cutting out the oily foods which had, at first, believed to be the root of the problem. I tried to keep from overheating. I tried getting more sleep, drinking more water, taking medications, but nothing worked. So, it was with bittersweet anguish that I put aside my denial and departed with my beloved jiaozi. For nine months, (nine months!) I knew no jiaozi. That is, until yesterday it was with overwhelming delight that I sat down with my jiaozi and noodles and partook. And this brings us back to the beginning. No sickness! Heck yes!

Okay, one last little story and then I'm on my way to work. The other day on my way to school (by bus) I was totally out of it. I don't think I'm getting enough sleep and I don't mean to point fingers or anything, but I really want to blame it on a certain roommate who snores. Really. Loudly. Anyway, back to the story. I was tired enough that I began to doze off, eyelids relaxing and eventually closing altogether, when I smelled the faintest fragrance. This wasn't just any fragrance however, this was the men's cologne that I really liked, but never had the time (or the desire) to search out. Uncontiously I began to sway slighly to the left seeking out a better smell of the aroma, but as I leaned, the scent became fainter. So, I began to sway to the right. The more I leaned, the stronger the scent was, but only slightly. Closer I leaned in the direction of the smell and ever so slowly I began to open my eyes. As my eyes opened, I noticed the strong scent and texture of leather- as of that of a coat. I was so close, in fact, that I could clearly make out the cracks in the leather of the coat. It was at this moment that I realized exactly how close I had gotten to the man sitting next to me now returning my stare. "This is odd," I thought to myself and I was quick to sit back up straight in the seat. I was definitely awake for the rest of the ride to my classes.

.:fIn:.