8/26

Tomorrow will be the orientation day. new classmates, new professors, new people. My new beginning will start from a grant-grandpa-old brick building nearby the Washington Square.

Actually,I am not excited about school at all. what’s in my mind is how to get myself out of school soon, to start my career and to make some money. practical and capitalist, yes, but nothing wrong with this, right? My dream cant spark without a solid financial basement and I dun want to rely on anybody. Last time I read a news, it said long time agao in the U.S., women were men's property and were traded with cigarette or commercial crop.To simplify, women were no difference from horses or a bottle of wine. I wonder how many boxes of cigarette I would be worthy of?haha!

The passing week was sort of crazy, detailed and distracted. I was just tired.I am/was still getting myself used to the life here, more precisely, I am trying to keep the balance.almost settle down. Nice.

Next Wednesday, I will have an interview with the director at the Lincoln Center. A few days ago I was lost and asked him for the direction. so things happened accidentally. Then a few days after, we talked on the phone and he asked me whether or not to work part-time for him. It's surprisingly great but things still hanging. My wrists are getting better now but still need more time to rest. I will have to do lots of computer things if accept the job. More important, I will have school. But it's Lincoln Center though. mn

The funny thing is that frankly my dear,I do personally have strong stereotype toward black people. I just dun understand why they like to waive their hands and yoyoyo what’s up dude all the time or always put on rope-thick golden necklaces. Plus famine and starvation and civil wars those stuff. If I get the job, my first boss in the U.S. will be a black. And it will be a black to teach me classic music. Interesting, isnt it? Another problem is that the guy just doesn't believe that I dun listen to class music and that operas do drive me crazy.

All I know is that the chemical brothers and Queen rock my body. Yeah!

I took a walk at the Lincoln Center last night after the outdoor show,lonely, slowly and pleasantly. The whole area is truly amazing. I wonder who came out with the idea to hang two giant Cigale’s paintings at lobby. so smart. Cigale lived a happy life. When you look at his works, you can feel his humming happily. You cant use Picasso’s or Dali, they are way too passionate or too dangerious. The house will get fired.

This afternoon I watched “Breakfast at Tiffany” again with my landlord's cat.that cat just pucked right next to me twice during the movie. Lord, for the first time in my life I saw a cat pucking, amazingly gross. That theme of the film, Moon River, is one of my mom’s favorite. My mom likes to hum this song when doing dishwashing or gardening unconscuiously.she is a lovely thing.

I miss my mom.