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    January 26

    This semester is gonna be tough

    I don't know why I felt so good today because there is no Acting class!... ...? Well, there are some reasons for that, one of those is I just have had one real acting class till now, and the teacher's requirement is so strict! We have to write journal every day, EVERY FREAKING DAY! Even during spring break! We have to write about our feeling on something happen, or the reflection on someone's action. That sounds really hard for me, and we have to write papers after every play. I don't know if I am gonna pass this semester because I get 8 classes. Well, I chose that for myself because I think I am a freshman, and I don't have to do so many things, so I want to take as many fun classes as I can, but who knows I have to write papers on Acting, English, and even Dance!!! About the dance class it is called the "Contact Improvisation", it sounds so professional, but actually it just teaches you how to fall down to the floor without any self protection. Or how to pretent to be a monkey walking in a jungle. Kind of new, unique, but abnormal dance. My professor, he is damn sexy! I have never seen a guy who has a such good atmosphere. That's why I did not drop the class!!!... ...Just kidding. About other classes, I get 2 business courses, which there are two people told me they were thinking about droping the class before. I get a math class, which the professor never teaches much in class but gives us a lot of homework. I get chamber music, (my guitar play with a cello) which needs a lot of rehearsals, and a private guitar lesson.  Now, I am still playing some other instruments and having fun everyday, pretenting not to be so busy. I feel I am in dangerous, and I am really if I am keep doing that! Well, if I don't want to lose my scholarship for next year, I have to start to study hard! Hope everything goes well.
    January 19

    From Diary

          I came back, I mean ALFRED, and since I spilled some water on my 1,400$ computer(oh my god it still hurts me now), it died, so I had no internet social life anymore, but today I lent a labtop from school's ITS, and I feel soooo good!
          Here is some stuffs from my journal, it is the day I stayed in the Buffalo airport, and waited for the shuttle bus from my school. Actually I planed to play guitar in the airport and earn some money, but since I saw everybody was so busy leaving, I gave up and I did some free writing on my diary.
         
     
          Coke makes me feel uncomfortbable, the mooncake I brought is too sweet, banana has been mashed since I was putting the bag between my legs when I was in the bathroom. I am starving and still having bronchitis, and I have nothing to eat or drink. COKE+MOONCAKE+MASHED BANANA+BUFFALO'S WEATHER=BRONCHITIS... ...I feel bad!
        
     
         I told the pilot that I would marry him if he can fly the plane safely (because I am still too scared to take a plane, although I have taken it several times), but when I arrived with my arms and legs, I regret what I have said. It's ok, he didn't get mad because when I talked to him from first, there were too many people around, plus few people understands my poor English, he didn't get what I said, but he is so handsome anyway!
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         BUFFALO NIAGARA FALLS AIRPORT BLESS ME! I DON'T WANNA DIE FOR BRONCHITIS LIKE MY GRANDPA DID!(with drawing a poor crying rabbit.)
        
         By the way I almost got 200$ today. When I was in the Atlanta airport(it's a huge damn airport), there was an assistant, asking if there are volunteers who want to give up their airticket to Buffalo and take the later plane. At first I did not catch what she said except for the 200$ dollars, so I asked a lady who sat next to me. Then I walked towards to the imformation desk to be one of the volunteers. That black mam said that she was not sure about the arrival time of the later plane (since my shuttle to my school is 9:00pm), and the second time I went to ask her she said, "baby, it's gonna be tomorrow."
         So I gave up.
         
         A little nervous about this semester, and I miss Santa Fe and my friends. I miss the western atmosphere in America, and I don't want to write so many papers, don't want to eat like a pig everyday, and don't want to have bronchitis! ... ...