I leave the country August 23rd, which is not really that far away and yet it seems like forever. I have been pouring over mandarin books and podcasts only to realize that there are countless ways to say one expression, and yet none of them stay in my memory for more than 10 minutes.
I’m going to wake up early and jog (read: walk) around, and then work on finishing this bitch of a final project that is a hangover from college. Its my own fault.
Did you know that cryptic means “having a hidden or mysterious meaning,” and nothing at all about death? I like that.
More things soonish,
Coco
