It's odd that amongst all the yummy food available in Shanghai (Soup Dumplings, regular dumplings, korean barbecue, etc.) I still find myself craving pizza. Good pizza. Really really good pizza with only a little bit of cheese and a lot of sauce and a lot of crust. Mmmmm, Pizza Hut...
On another note, I am currently the only English speaker left in the office. Shelly is on vacation with her boyfriend, Scott. Kathleen has moved on to a new internship, a hopefully more productive internship, at a bank somewhere. That leaves little old me, studious and ever-hard working (boy would my professors be surprised to hear that) all alone and o so sad. No, not really. It's not so bad. I get a little peace and quiet, except that WangYue keeps bothering me. I think I might murder him soon. He keeps dragging me away from what I'm doing so I can translate stupid games he's downloaded. And when did this annoyance start? Well, it definitely gave me a big nudge when he woke me up when he decided to take my picture while I was sleeping on the couch. There's nothing more horrid than knowing that someone might be watching you while you sleep. It's stalkerish...
O, and somehow, even though I'm eating all this food, I seem to be looking thinner, or so people tell me. I guess it's because I don't really like any of the candy or pastries they have in this country, so I simply indulge in fruit instead. The apples, I have found, are incredibly yummy. I suppose when I get back to the US, I should just continue not eating cake and cookies, but oh boy are they yummy.
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