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Return from Inner Mongolia.  Class has been pushed back to 10 o’clock because we didn’t arrive by train until around 8am.  I didn’t preview very well for the next set of vocab, so I sorta bomb the tingxie quiz (this literally means hear write).  The rest of class is fine.

I go to the store to buy real milk!  It was sooo good to drink and to make oatmeal.  I ‘m going to stop eating out so much and just eat oatmeal from now on.  I’m starting to forget the American money conversion and just think in RMB.

On the train, I had an awesome dream about a public bus running into a gas tanker tractor trailer.  The collision happened on Melrose Drive at UT near the the library around the blind corner, but the bus was definitely Chinese public trasportation because the driver was honking like a maniac.  Mom was there too, but without very much of a role to play…i can’t really remeber.  So gasoline spilled everywhere and was catching on fire and I was trying to stomp it out.  In doing so, some of it splashed into a parked car.  Not on it…but in it. Specifically, under the drivers seat and on a pair of shoes.  I eventually put them out and was trying to put them back in a row so that they looked untouched, but they must have been obviously burned.  Mom told me not to do anymore becasue it was dangerous, but I, for some reason felt responsible.  Anyway, at this point, Dog the Bounty Hunter approaches me and rudely asks what I’m doing in a strangers car.  I get confident all of a sudden and the camera goes 3rd person.  I’m a bigger bount hunter than the Dog.  I have large straps, cargo pockets, and combat knives all over me, and I tell him to mind his own buisness, which he does.  The end.