So how do people define "weekend"? Church? Quality time? Sex in the morning?
My weekend is filled with dance rehearsals, bullshits and disturbing facts. And it has been like this for a while.
1 o'clock, A.M. on Sunday morning, after I got back from work and was gonna grab a beer with my friend, a student of mine called me, asking for a consultation on the spot. In fact he didn't even ask for it, he just started asking questions, assuming that I'd be willing to help. Technically he is not even my student, I am just a teaching assistant in the college. So we talked on MSN for 30 mins and the conversation was stupid to the point that I was yelling to my laptop monitor and wishing that the guy could hear me. This was the start of my weekend.
KK, I've done expressing my anger.
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I was eating my dinner at this cafeteria. There was this table beside me fully filled with exchange students, and based on the accent, British. Two interesting things happened.
A conversation first
Girl: I met a Chinese guy yesterday. He said they eat goat in China.
Fat Girl: He must smell like goat!
Guy: Lisa you are eating pork now.
I laughed out loud.
I was walking out the door, and a guy from the same table was walking in. I shifted to my right side so that we would not block each other. He shifted to the left. So that we almost bumped into each other. The conversation went like this:
China girl: Excuse me.
British guy: Hey, left hand traffic.
China girl: I drive on the right side of the road.
British guy: Where are you from?
China Girl: China.
British guy: Well, nobody else does that.
China girl: American.
British guy:.....
China girl: Canadian.
British guy: ....
China girl: Go Wikipedia first, then argue with me.
British guy: What is your name?
China girl: God bless you.
I could be quite a bitch, but only to stupid ones.
