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从the impos­si­ble project那里买的宝丽来胶片到了。

新英格兰又开始不停地下雨了。夏天真的又结束了。

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周二的时候发现自行车后胎在周一晚到周二早的某个时间被人捅了。 下了法语课去校园警察那儿汇报情况，彻底领会到了vandalism精神所在。今天和王大喜去了备案普顿换轮胎。备案普顿自行车店的小哥把整个自行车架起来，卸下来后轮，抽出内胎，充气，看是不是真的漏气，发现漏的不轻之后就换了整个新胎来。我和王大喜就想起来国内那种特有架势的路边修车摊，有一大片粉红色的橡胶内胎的那种。师傅会用一盆水把胎泡着，找到哪儿有露眼儿，然后在内漏气眼儿那贴上块小橡胶皮，再拿矬子慢慢搓半天，简直快成了一种失传艺术。那种修车摊还会有老式打气筒，就是没事儿会不小心沾到裤子上油打一次起一毛钱的那种。比这种店有感觉多了。下午是新校长就职典礼，不过我们明显的跑到备案普顿溜达去了。据说声势浩大的就职典礼还配上了烟花表演，想想美国大概也就独立日放放烟花。新校长登基不知道会有什么样的新政策出台，当然我会希望她能让不烂差里面重新出现odwalla这种纯果汁饮料，要么就是jterm还能有能拿学分的课上（也就是有经费给jterm的教授发）。从odwalla这种基层愿望可以体现我是一个多么没有脱离低级趣味的人啊，啊哈，哈。

还有两天回国，夏天又快结束了。

昨天从在剑桥住了五个星期的公寓搬了出来。一暑假的东西变成了四个寄回学校的纸箱和两个托运行李。之前帮忙搬家的葡萄牙小哥居然去度假了，真是想付钱找帮手也找不到了。剑桥的出租车公司普遍不靠谱，除了习惯性晚点半小时之外他们也不会帮我搬东西然后运到两个blocks之外的邮局。这个时候又到了一年几度的我是女人我最猛时刻–咱在学校垃圾车搬家都弄过，这个怕毛。于是想去wholefoods借小推车，后来想到去地铁的路上会遇到一家五金店，于是打算去里面看看情况。店员小哥很好，押下了id借了小推车给我。要死要活的把三个箱子从四楼搬到了楼下，然后分批三次运到邮局，导致后来邮局大婶已经见到我就微笑了。寄掉了100多磅的包裹我就疯了。为什么又这么多的附带品，开学了要赶快ebay上面处理掉些。

本来要煽情呢结果又写成水文了。不过，今天是我的两个狮子座朋友的生日。很神奇的我跟你们都是在英国在lse见面认识更了解，但是你们俩却没见过。祝rex和chloe生日快乐！我爱你们。

电脑坏了，拿ipad打字太痛苦，看电影去了。the it crowd居然已经出了第四季好久，还有中国也开始达人之china’s got talent. 我果然还是站在火星最前沿哇！

it is a night like this while think­ing of that makes me cry.

the weather’s get­ting unbear­ably suf­fo­cate and unex­pect­edly hot (100 f) in boston right now.  it is not that i’m com­plain­ing that boston is no good, though i whine about it quite often and didn’t really make much effort in find­ing some­thing amus­ing here. it’s just, some­thing is miss­ing in the air. and again i was mes­mer­iz­ing and long­ing for the zesty sum­mer time last year. maybe, loca­tion mat­ters. the brief cloudy sky that blocked the rays from the sun made me feel that i’m not in boston any­more while i was walk­ing down the lane with des­ti­na­tion the bus sta­tion. it is eff­ing sad being nos­tal­gic of the past/or a cer­tain place while you know it is impos­si­ble to turn the clock back or be there at present.  despite that fact, think­ing of all these free muse­ums, the v&a, the national gallery, tate, british museum, and all these squares and cir­cles trafal­gar square pic­cadilly cir­cles leices­ter square oxford cir­cles, and all these schools lse cen­tral saint mar­tin royal col­lege of art archi­tec­tural asso­ci­a­tion, and all these pubs pubs pubs every­where in the cor­ner where you can just hop in and get a pint of stella and chat, and all these mar­kets bor­ough mar­ket cam­den mar­ket spitafileds mar­ket por­to­bello mar­ket, and all these not so sunny days and wak­ing up so early going to bed so late days and all these glares at st pan­cras sta­tion that make me feel moti­vated and freshed. f. c. u. k.  yet it is think­ing of some­thing that you want to achieve yet feel­ing so pow­er­less that makes you feel so hopeless.

hang out with your cam­era more. please. please. please. maybe you’ll miss here then and real­iz­ing you only have one roll of film for it.