Really good playlist right now; I call this "songs to put your feet up to":
1. The Mercy Seat - Johnny Cash
2. Teardrop - Massive Attack
3. Sidottu - 76
4. You will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. (live cover) - Snow Patrol
5. Star Symbols - Jets to Brazil
6. Shelter from the Storm - Bob Dylan
7. Come Together - The Beatles
8. Untitled 03 - Brand New
9. The One Who Loves You the Most - Brett Dennen
10. Love of the Loveless - Eels
11. 1234 - Feist
12. My List - The Killers
13. Call Me Ishmael - Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly
14. In My Secret Life - Leonard Cohen
15. Yours to Keep - Teddybears & Paola
16. Amsterdam - Peter Bjorn & John
17. Vexed - Say Anything
18. Vapour Trail - Ride
19. Once Upon a Time - Smashing Pumpkins
20. Back in Your Head - Tegan & Sara
I wish I had to dedication to sit down and update this every day, let alone once a month. I vowed to write in here weekly but it's just too hard.. it's like, living here and all these experiences have now become my typical daily routine over the last half year, so it seems pointless and petty to talk about anything I do. I have to remind myself that my day-to-day life is a complete 180 from anyone back home, routine or not. Be it the loud songs of the cardboard collector biking around at 6am, the crabs being sold on the sidewalk, the little things like drinking hot milktea and dodging bicycles, listening to a busker playing an erhu, weekly foot massages, tiny twisting hutong alleys, laundry drying on tree branches and across phonelines, monks buying food in Carrefour, and all the other things that make China and Hangzhou what they are. I can't imagine myself not experiencing these things, they are as much a part of my life now as sleeping and eating and working.
I don't know why I always sound so brooding and/or pretentious when I post here. I'm actually really happy, sitting here in my woolen cap and pajama pants and having just cleaned the ears of my kitten with q-tips. It's cold, but there's a heater by my feet and tiny white Christmas lights to my left. I have the day off tomorrow and I plan to go to a contemporary art exhibition near Wushan Square, maybe see if there's anything for sale that I can hang in my room. I feel a sense of ownership towards my bedroom now, and maybe that sounds strange, but finally after six months I feel like I've staked a claim on it, made it personal, a sanctuary of sorts. I've only ever felt like that towards my bedroom back home at my parents' place in Canada, so it's kind of a new experience.
I honestly would like to marry Wentworth Miller for the following reasons:
1. He has no sense of humour but I'm kooky enough to make up for what he lacks, so look, we complete each other.
2. He went to Harvard.
3. He has fake tattoos.
4. He has a strange ethnic background.
5. He isn't built or anything which makes him easily the most appealing man on television.
6. I just really like making numbered lists.
I'm never situating a computer 4 feet away from a cat's litterbox again. This is life lesson number 290423 that I will take home from China.
