装B年龄不能错过。记录生活势在必得~

Goodbye, California 

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study hard 喵

I LOVE BOOKS STORES!

 11 AM - 8 PM

right in front of the cliche self-improvement section.......

2nd floor looking down~

lunch at chili's..... very good ~! I looked around most of the time to see how they paid... before, I either ate with other ppl or ate at those McDonald kind of payment restaurants, but not these oh-so-fancy restaurants...

and then I paid... the waiter must of thought I knew little English...

Burger 8.99, tip fee 1.44.... (I wouldn't want her to curse me...)

贫喵

Another reason that I don't like women, is because they socialize too much. today, these 15 year old girls were chatting with their classmates and mentioning me right where inside the range where I could hear it.... (bloody half meter away!!!!!)

and one of them all of a sudden asked my name -_-

ok ok, I'm anti-social

I guess this is a reason why men are responsible for all the proposals and hooking up... because girls just talk too much and FAIL...

吉祥物

二手～

I’ve just come back from the Green Apple, San Francisco’s well-known bookstore. They handle both new and used books. I bought 5 used books on theater arts. I can’t wait to read them and impress my teacher. As I was walking back, I thought that though I do not “like” theater (the subject), but I have respect for its comprehensive content, which basically includes all forms of expression. The Green Apple had limited amounts of criticism and production of theater, but they stored plenty playwrights. I consciously seized the ones that contained acting theory and tips on settings. 5 used books, $48~~~ Joy~~
There was also Lao She’s Rickshaw Boy for sale, $2.
A guy was buying bundles of books by their weight. My mom saw the book Amelia recommended me yesterday—The Secret Life of Bees—and asked the man how much it was. He just said, “Take it”, and we were still wondering about the price. When we asked the cashier, she told us casually that the man already bought it so he gave it to us for free. There were also bins at the doors, giving books out for free. I took A Russian History Outline, my mom took an Amy Tan book.



Albert Camus’ transcripted notebook was a thrill. His actual notes, seemingly unedited, were in English. I loved his comments. But the book was $27.95.
I gaped at the Beatles recorder’s book on Beatles called Here There and Everywhere, thinking of buying it for Dufake. There was also Chuck’s new book, Snuff. But that was a new book, so I didn't buy it.
I have refrained myself from the temptations of the cheap books--some I know I will never read again once I bring them back home. The price of the book sometimes have a mental negative effect to reading it.

All in all, I loved that bookstore.



We set off for the museum after an abundant breakfast. On the way, there was a rose garden with many different kinds of roses. We lingered around for a bit. There were all kinds of people settling around the congenial atmosphere. I was mostly occupied on taking pictures rather than enjoying the flowers themselves. I hid my camera once I saw another Asian girl taking pictures…
Then, we went into the museum, which had an exhibition of Chihuly. More pictures later.
After that was the bookstore. then I chatted with Dufake. I miss him more than ever with his voice alluring me.