No matter how much I try to tell myself that I'm evolving and growing, I still can't help but be flustered in Asian supermarkets. It took me until 3:30pm today to get up, shower, do some laundry, eat (twice :S), get dressed, and convince myself that I needed to go to the grocery store. Asian supermarkets (not even the markets) are filled with the standard five+-too-many employees seen everywhere in Asia who stare and shout and force their product on the many shoppers that breeze up the aisles. It seems that, as a meek and shy white girl, I only get bothered about 50% of the time, the other 50 reserved for embarrassed giggles and comments like "norangsec mori" (yellow hair)in Korea.

Yesterday I bought a toaster oven that has a rotisserie in it so I will hopefully be cooking, baking, and gaining weight for lack of something better to do. I still want to buy a rice cooker for about 10 bucks and a humidifier for prob 20 bucks. I may invest in a DVD player, too.

Tomorrow I might finally make it to the Daoist temple that is next to a fashion market, both of which are five minutes walking distance from my building. I need to go to the market to buy a black fall/winter coat since I left my black hoody and my black fall coat in a bar on Halloween. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I'm still just as classy as ever. Perhaps my time in Beijing will shake some of the chaviness outta me. Well, here's hoping at least.