ten books I wanted to read in 2009:
X Gone With The Wind (Margaret Mitchell) .004
X Life of Pi (Yann Martel) .025
X Dune (Frank Herbert) .031
Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand) .033
X Angela’s Ashes (Frank McCourt) .048
X Great Expectations (Dickens) .054
The Thorn Birds (Colleen McCullough) .058
X The Handmaid’s Tale (Margaret Atwood) .059
Catch-22 (Joseph Heller) .068
Les Miserables (Hugo) .069

Only 4 left! Granted, the last two are quite long, but maybe I can finish them before spring semester starts..

Well Facebook decided to stop importing notes, which is fine with me because I'd rather not have a ton of people reading this anyways. I wonder if that's why I've started writing less...because I have more to hide now? That sounds pretty bad.

But that's what happens when you start to share life with a significant other, I guess. It's not that I have to hide secrets, necessarily, but just that there's a lot of personal thoughts which I only share with Chad. And things that are probably just mundane to everyone else. I was thinking thought that I'll probably switch over to something else after I get married next June. Start keeping a true diary online that no one else will read. It's nice to record the days, after all. Makes me feel more alive to write about them, somehow. Well if all else fails I can always go into science writing as a career. Ha.

Anyways, bedtime now. 18.085 at 11am tomorrow, work out and meetings and such, then dinner and sleep! Maybe finish the book I've been reading. Ooh or maybe visit Barnes and Noble. Haven't gone there is a while. Those are the best Friday nights. =p.

So close to being done...!

From 11pm in Boston Logan's Terminal E on Thursday night to 6:40pm on Sunday night as he finished the coffee that he wasn't allowed to take through security...it's crazy to think that of all the days of my senior year, it's the crazy probably foolish and unwise ones that will stand out in memory. Like the stolen day in Philadelphia 3 summers ago now...when we were still so awkward we weren't sure whether or not to hold hands in public. Haha.

So Friday was crew, classes, 18.02 recitation, Bible study, tutoring, sign-making for the crew novices at Dartmouth, and was supposed to be more parties&socializing which instead became watching The Road Home (Mandarin 我的父親母親) and going to bed at 10pm because I was exhausted. Normal stuff, even down to watching a movie on the computer which we tend to do over Skype, but everything feels more real with him here. Am I crazy, God? We both are. It's been more than 3 years, over half of it over Skype and phone conversations, and still I'm head-over-heels obsessed with my love. I'm often afraid of forgetting about everything else, even God almost, when I'm with him.

Then Saturday I overslept for crew! That was sad. But I still went to the boathouse, lifted, showered, and then we set off for Mt. Auburn Cemetery and Robert Nozick's grave. Got some honey roasted nuts on the way, but they weren't as good as New York's. Also Harvard Station was craazy. Closing part of the T on the weekends? Worst idea ever. So many people, and then we waited at the wrong part of the bus stop for 20 minutes...but we made it eventually. America's first landscaped cemetery, which gave rise to other landscaped cemeteries, which eventually inspired the public park. I think that's cool. I don't think Chad liked it as much as Springrove (will we ever like anywhere else quite as much?), but it was nice. Too many people on the tower, though! All shouting at each other to go up, come down, "GTFO", complaining, making trite remarks, and generally making us want to retreat from the masses of mankind. Eventually, we braved the pressures of human contact and went up to admire Boston's skyline from afar.
Visit our favorite bookstore on JFK St, burritos in Harvard Square, visit Sooyeon's, and then watched The Constant Gardener which had almost the same plot as The Road Home but American-style. Seriously. It starts with someone dying, then flashbacks of their life, and especially their romance...only the Chinese one made me cry, though.

Sunday was Highrock Brookline with Elise, brief bookstore excursion, Chinatown lunch in "Taiwan Cafe" which makes me really miss the food and want to go back to Taiwan NOW. Then come back, [awkward moment with a not-bookstor at Downtown Crossing], study some Chinese, pack...and that was it. Bought coffee and food at the airport, then had to sit outside security so he could finish the coffee. =P. Yes, neither of us are good at remembering these sorts of things. Dear loverboy, we are both in trouble. But I'd rather be lost and wandering with you than be all alone and know where I am. Thanks for visiting.