I'm out this week for National Day. Don't ask me why you get a week for a day. I'm not Chinese, and I most likely wouldn't understand. Tomorrow is the Day itself. I plan to head down to Tian'anmen Square like every red-blooded Chinese and celebrate. I really don't know what to expect, but I read that the whole square is covered in flowers in celebration of the People's Republic being another year older. I'm excited about the possibility of going, and I very well may do it alone.

The rest of this week is up in the air, but I have some homework to do and I need to study some Chinese language.

I'd like to take a moment to recommend that everyone stop what they are doing and go read East of Eden. I will finish it tonight, and I had forgotten why I love Steinbeck so much. I read The Grapes of Wrath a couple of years ago, and this book is right there with it. Go read it if you haven't already.

I want to do something beautiful with my life. I just don't know what that means yet.

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