I’ve had a hard time regainingmy writing habits.

I rescheduled my plans again because I can’t apply exams in July but October that provides a short period of time for me to enjoy myself a bit more along with the beautiful nature and friendship. I've enjoyed hiking, hanging out with friends,attending parties and conferences, studying French while the time clock isticking, counting down the days. Visions varying from times and spaces to things and never turns back, Countless things have left us no choice but to be a passersby. It is easy for me to understand how we should cherish the good times.

Time arrangement has always been a vital importance as I have too much to do and life is so short. Though I’ve lived a life that I never felt boring, I kept myself busy on doing or trying new things naively without knowing the difficulties, there are still too many things that I’ve missed that I could never count or write down.

I was almost shocked at hearing the boy-who I met at one salon’s party-say that life seemed boring and meaningless to him. I think he must have enjoyed playing guitar otherwise he wouldn’t have learned how to play it by himself. I hope he was just making fun of us as he mentioned he had come for nothing but to be apassenger(来打酱油的).
                 

Allen told us, “better to wear clothes that look strange or unusual to the party.” We looked over the clothes to find strange ones. None of them look strange except one old dress, and I decided to wear it.I haven’t been wearing dresses for quite a long time,and this old dress was on the shelf. We had a difficult time putting on the dress because the construction of the dress was complicated. ( need some help to describe the construction of thedress) 

I am always busy on Sundays，because I'm responsible for teaching a friend Mandarin. After I assisted with my friend's Mandarin, I thought there was still time to make some pumpkin cakes and steamed breads before going to the party.  However We only managed to make a potful of each. I changed my clothes quickly and dashed out of the door, I didn't want keep the Australian boy waiting.

Only at the second day had I realized the dress had been worn wrong, the dress was reversed and one of my arms went into the wrong hole, but I guess nobody has found the mistake.

 

There were more than 20 people attending the onesalon's party. Most of them I've never met in the previous salon, and some people that I’ve known were out of Nanjing.X has been worked in applied mathematics. He’sgot problem with his eyes, and he’s locked himself in his room for months. He looked very serious, never smiled, and when he is concentrated he didn’t listen to anything. I couldn’t understand how he can tell me my personal problems when we’ve just meet. If you tell him your birthday, then he will know something about your health. For instance, which part of your body had a problem during what time.

 

The Australian boy, who I brought to the party, is the one I met at a speech event and he was a grammarian there. He has many things in common with Aron. They majored in the same major,  both of them like science and geography. Looking at the photo we took at the party, he never smiled he seemed like he was sitting around ice with cold air surrounding him. I felt a sense of rejoice that I"m not the only weirdo. you see who is not weird.

It is interesting to me,meeting and getting to know different people.