Everything That Was Cool, Is Now Deck

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Today marked having to go back to Chinese lessons. My mouth feels like rubber and I'm about ready to have an anuerism from all the sing-song tones. But, I made some progress. I was able to identify a glass of water to Jiabao's mum, who laughed at me afterwards for my swift and abrubt pronunciation, but I was rewarded with a smile sometime after, so I must have made a good impression. .

And now, after living with them, working with them, and so forth, they now offered me a position in the 'earning citizenship underground railroad' by asking me to pretend to marry their cousin in China next year. Really, I'm not making this crap up. I still haven't gotten over this yet. It's practically hilarious and horribly awkward of a situation to be put in. I mean, would you go to China and pretend to marry some Asian guy you've never met and who doesn't even speak English? Ha. At least David thought it was funny.

Wouldn't be the first time.

So, I started the new art project in collaboration with another class. Actually, its some kind of strange conceptual piece. I had to sit in an art gallery for an hour (not that I minded) and write an extensive piece of literature or poetry on the subject. I, obviously stuck to my usual notions and went straight for the nude portraits. This was mostly to spite my art partner (a total deuche bag, who i'm sure is clinically retarded for he had no idea who Andy Warhol was!) and for the sheer fun of writing about sex and opression. Ah, good times. But, today my partner and I had to go back down to the art gallery and look at the pieces I chose, he totally got the wrong idea, and now I know for sure that his piece is going to bomb. The kid was drawing stick figures when I first met him in his drawing class. So, I'm just really curious how this will turn out. I swear, there is something wrong with my generation. But, at least when I gave him my poem today, it kicked his ass. I had extensively drawn pop art pieces and portraits of Brian Eno, Nico, David Bowie, ect, all over the paper until it was literally smudging with pen ink. And, if I do say so myself, it was awesome. He, as idiotic and uncultured as he was had never heard of the aforementioned, which was sickening, but largely proved my theories that people here are inept to awesomeness. Well, except for Josh. Anyone named Josh is destined to be awesome.

Oh! I almost forgot...the theatre performance! So, I got a role. A so-so role. But the play is I Never Saw Another Butterfly, and it is a really dramatic, beautiful Holocaust piece. I, again, was cast as the mother...but at least I get to do a whole pissed off rant so, I'm happy enough. Justin was more than enthusiastic today in class when he found out that he was the father, mostly because he gets a partially intimate scene with me...I don't know about that boy...

Ah, its 12: 30. Happy Saturday. I have to be up in like six hourssssss. I'm going to kill the SDB for making me get up that early on a Saturday for some ridiculous staff meeting that I'll probably be on my phone the entire time checking Ficlets in my pajamas. Oh, such a nice way to get back at the SDB for lecturing me today. Apparently I wasn't told that I was working on Valentines Day and never showed up. Oops? Fuck him. And fuck their stupid meetings. Fuck fuck fuck the damned SDB. Thank goodness Mr. Hu is an awesome boss or I'd be really fucked.

And for some reason, someone stole my nametag at work. Yeah, the awesome one with the Hello Kitty stickers. I got bitched at by the SDB for that too. So, I stole Kyle's. And then got bitched at for wearing a name tag that was not, and I quote... "gender specific" as the SDB said. So anti-everything he is. I'm going to be Kyle for the rest of the year, I decided out of spite.

Well, I really am craving some midnight breakfast or something. I'm going to raid the fridge.

xoxo Lola

posted by Lola at 12:13 AM -

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