Okay, I officially started my BlogSpot again. So I'm cross-posting! However, small blurbs, like my Batman post, will remain LJ exclusive! Woohoo!

Well, I still need to write up all about China. However, considering my schedule has been quite off, perhaps listing it will fully explain my mental state, and thus, my inability to write.

• 5:30 AM, China Standard Time (CST, for future reference. Fuck you, -6 UTC. I'm all about the +8 UTC. Actually, I'm all about the -3 UTC, but this aside is going on way too long already) I leave Shanghai hotel, after sleeping four hours top. I perpously slept late/ran three miles to tire myself up.
• 8:00 AM, CST I get on a two-hour flight from Shanghai to Beijing.
• 1:00 PM, CST Get on 13 hour Beijing to JFK flight.
• 12:00 PM EST/12:00 AM CST I arrive.
• 5:00 PM EST Get home after traffic/immigration/more traffic.
• 12:01 AM See The Dark Knight. Fuck, yeah.
• 3:00 AM Finally get a full knight's sleep. (Eh? Eh?)
• 11:30 AM Wake up
• 11:30 PM Don't sleep
• 1:00 AM Don't sleep
• 3:00 AM Don't sleep
• 5:00 AM Don't sleep
• 7:00 AM No sleep and no sleep make Alex something, something.
  
• 10:00 AM Leave to go to Siren Festival. (No sleep. And goddamit, I really hate hipsters.)
  
• 1:00 AM Get home/go to sleep.
• 6:00 PM Wake up.
• 11:00 PM I'm writing this.

So, at least I have a good excuse to not having the mental capacity to expunge on my travels. However, I will write a little bit about something else! Considering that this is mostly a blog on my travels through college, I'm going to do that. I was just looking at up-coming concerts, and I saw that Jenny Lewis is doing a tour in the fall. I didn't even know that Jenny Lewis was doing a new album, but I liked Rabbit Fur Coat (And, well, I like Rilo Kiley too, for that matter) enough to warrant buying a new ticket. And, bam, October 4th, Apollo Theater! But then, something snapped. And just like one of my favorite Simpsons scenes, it happened.

Come on Brain, let's buy tickets!
You can't, Alex.
What, why?
You won't be in New York.
What do you mean? What's going to happen to me? Do you know something that I don't know? Wait! You're my brain. We know the same exact things!
You're going to be in Boston.
...oh. Right.

It was a weird feeling. Not an ohgodohgodohgod weird, but more of a hmph weird. I've always considered myself a New Yorker, and I guess that's not changing. But to think of myself as someone who no longer does stuff in New York, but in a different city, stroke me as strange. It's going to take a while to remind myself that I'm going to be in Boston from September to May (give or take). The idea of being in Boston isn't new. The idea of not being in New York is. I mean, it's not that of a big deal for buying tickets. It seems like every band hits Boston a day before or after their New York show.
Except, it doesn't look like Jenny Lewis is doing a Boston show.
Fuck you, Jenny Lewis.
What's so great about New York, anyway?