Today's Mission

Listening to: The Skatalites (Brings bag the pain just fine)
mood: Somewhere between wanting to self-destruct and wanting to destruct the entire world

Well I’ve been to Beijing qhite a while now and what can I say. I had a marvelous start and it all went down from there. Well not quite.
It started with the fact that the class at Uni I was initially assigned to was way to hard for me. So I switched to a lower one, which was too easy. On day three I finally found a class I actually liked and I stayed there. Love 2 of my teachers, don’t care two much about the other two.
I love my flat though, even though because I have pre-paid cards for water and electricity I already ran out of electricity once. Fucking nice to get up in the morning and be in the dark.
I bought a bike which safes me abut half an hour in the morning. Some of you might think I’m crazy putting myself in danger by participating in Beijing’s crazy traffic, but hey, I like my sleep and I like lots of it. And it’s not all that bad to be honest, cuz people drive friggin illogical from my point of view, but they do so ridiculously slow, too. I probably need about ten years to get all the exhaust damage out of my lungs again though.
Uni is tougher than I thought. It quite time consuming and makes me really tried but I guess that’s what I am here for, right?
Was more or less forced by a class trip to clim up the friggin Wall of China. But it was a nice to see it again and the workout was good. Got to know my class mates a little better, too.
That night I flew down to Shanghai to see an old friend. Came back on Sunday. Shanghai is a lot more like Tokyo than I remembered it. And my friend is nearly the same as he used to be, but only nearly. Well people change I guess. I did for sure in the past year. And I’m not only referring to the fact that I grew as bitter as a veteran who’s irgnored by the country he fought for.
What else happened. Oh yes, I had the great pleasure of having the chance to go to a Chinese hospital. Splendid. I called somebody I knew from school, to come pic me up at my apartment to help me not to collapse on my way to the hospital or during my time being there. Really nice of him to take care of me and do all the paper work and trying to keep me conscious. After about 3 hours of administrative shit, a blood test and seeing the doc twice they finally decied to put me on a drip. I swear to God, I don’t remember the last time I’ve been in so much pain and not being able to breathe through it. No, I don’t mean the drip. I mean the time before they put me on the drip. I was wilting away, but wow, drips are fucking genius man, the stuff they pumped through my vanes brought me back to life within 10 minutes.
At home I just felt like shit. Of course I did. How would you feel having to depend on the help of people you’ve only met two weeks ago, nearly collapse and sit at home alone after that. Not the best thing in the world, but I guess that’s what I chose, so I don’t wanna complain.
Had to go back and put back on the drip two more times to make sure I don’t relapse into my previous state.
Not much good came out of the whole situation. But hey, I’m still alive so I guess that’s what counts.
Don’t feel much like studying though, I guess that’s understandable.
And to add a little more pain, cuz I just like to drown myself in miserable feelings while I’m already at it due to all kinds of different circumstances I’m gonna listen to Morphine for the rest of the day.
Read (nearly to the end) a quite good book though: High Fidelity by Nick Hornby.