学期末了，终于块放假了，可是还有一堆让人头疼的考试。

昨天平安夜，上车的时候手机被偷了，刚买没有多久的7260，真是郁闷。看上了很久以后才买的，没有用多久。看来有些东西注定不是我的。继续盯上了倾慕7360，看看什么时候能到手。

今年圣诞前做完了年终考评，成绩应该是很不错的，最后的三天课也不上，觉也不睡的忙，如果还没有拿到前三的话我就可以把学工处给拆了。话是这么说说。

 考评结束就考试，考完了上街。怀着一种心情去看《无极》结果唯一的收获就是发现小谢同志自从谢无缺以来，越来越阴柔了。为什么陈凯歌会说他像张国荣我总算是理解了。如果有一天报道说小谢出柜，我也不会意外……

《无极》作为让我期待了那么久的片子，实在是没语言，看这样的电影我居然时不时地笑喷出来，尤其最后那段光明说“我被你感动了” 我当时正在喝水，于是……幸好前面没有人……

当天倒是花了N多的钱，把一个学期的补助全花光了，然后还给晨哥买了瓶CD的华氏温度，有品味的男人一定要会用香水才行。不过其实鳄鱼的red也是不错的选择，只是有点贵。

别的？平安夜丢了手机，在街上无所事事地闲逛，然后回家写文。天哪，我的构思都在手机里啊…… 该死的贼，你偷了手机也就算了，能不能把号码和我存的短信还给我啊……

终于还是和院长说了辞职的事情，如果04能给晨哥两个得力助手，我就放心多了。我不能继续这样花自己学托福的时间来工作，舍不得是当然的，不过话说回来，地球少了谁都照转，班部也一样。只是有点舍不得而已。

很久没有这么放松了，居然在家睡到十点，然后下午看看电视玩玩电脑，这一个多月以来，一直除了学习就是托福，不然就是工作，有时候觉得没有意思，活得不自由。

昨天考试，四个小时写了五千字，手都软了。

明天小枫就出生了，不知道是弟弟还是妹妹。兄弟姐妹之间的亲情究竟会是什么样子，作为独身子女的我们似乎都不是很清楚。

将来的日子还很长。

在家里看《大明宫词》，很古老的连续剧了，但是也是我最喜欢的一部，我似乎没有看到太多关于权力的问题，只是看到了作为女人的悲哀。太平公主对于薛绍那种无望的感情让人绝望，她够坚强所以才能负担起这样的付出。一个权力中心的女人，注定了就会失去其他东西。我当然离这种境界太远太远，但是我多少能够想象，独自一人高高在上地走向枯萎。忽然之间想到了吴仪，她可能是我们国家政治界最成功的女性了吧，但是终生未婚，人的成功大概是一个定量吧，在一方面用光了，另一个方面自然就不行了。

云游其实不是淡薄，也是一种野心，征服土地的野心。曾经我计划和死党一起用五年的时间去游历欧洲，在每一个地方打工，赚够了钱以后再离开前往下一个城市。希腊神话中的各种古迹，西班牙的雪梨酒，弗拉明哥舞对于我似乎是一种很大的诱惑，还有北欧的寒冷也是。不过现在看来，这样的想法总是不现实的，还是先想想怎么把托福GMAT考高好了。

周杰伦的新专辑一般，我觉得他大概也不会有什么突破了。倒是HP4全球同步上映，虽然要考试，但是我周六还是要去华纳看看Tom Felton又长大了多少。

做最好的努力，但是有些事情不用强求。有时候，其实真的是只要幸福就好。如果能够学会原谅生活，就会拥有心境的平和与喜乐。但原谅生活坐起来不是那么简单，如果有争强好胜的本性的话。所以，趁年轻先按自己的方式去生活吧。

Miss Dior的味道不错，甜甜的，有青春气息，让人感觉愉快。不过，似乎浓烈了一点。

    When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my 1)antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"-but then you'd 2)relent, and roll me over for a belly rub.
 
     My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of 3)nuzzling you in bed and listening to your 4)confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
 
     Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never 5)chided you about bad decisions, and 6)romped with 7)glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person"-still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
 
     Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog 8)crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
 
     There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you 9)resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
 
     I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her". They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers". You had to 10)pry your son's fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed "No, Daddy. Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
 
     You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
 
     They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my 11)pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you-that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream…or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
 
     I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a 12)tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the 13)hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
 
     Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
 
     And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a 14)thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.