宅男宅久总会想找一种方式宣泄下。
篮球是我最爱的运动，毕业回家后却很难找到打球的同伴，只好另寻其他的方式。因为小侄女嚷着要买轮滑鞋，我也就顺带买一双，没事学一学。本来以为自己应该会滑点的，结果当穿上鞋之后才发现连站都站不稳。原来双排轮滑跟单排轮滑差距这么大啊…完全不是一个感觉…
由于平时没什么时间学，而且白天路上、广场上人都比较多，只能定在晚上12点。
静谧的夜，无人的街，空旷的广场真是种完美的搭配。 Read more
为什么你睡了11个小时仍然觉得疲累？
为什么你花了好几万去岛国度假并没有增加生活的热情？
都说要去KTV，去夜店，去游乐园就能忘掉不快，更带劲地开始新的一天，但是尽兴归来心里只剩空虚？
我们真的明白休息的含义吗？我们休息对了吗？
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They each had their own room and all. They were both around seventy years old, or even more than that. They got a bang out of things, though–in a haif-assed way, of course. I know that sounds mean to say, but I don’t mean it mean. I just mean that I used to think about old Spencer quite a lot, and if you thought about him too much, you wondered what the heck he was still living for. I mean he was all stooped over, and he had very terrible posture, and in class, whenever he dropped a piece of chalk at the blackboard, some guy in the first row always had to get up and pick it up and hand it to him. That’s awful, in my opinion. But if you thought about him just enough and not too much, you could figure it out that he wasn’t doing too bad for himself. For instance, one Sunday when some other guys and I were over there for hot chocolate, he showed us this old beat-up Navajo blanket that he and Mrs. Spencer’d bought off some Indian in Yellowstone Park. You could tell old Spencer’d got a big bang out of buying it. That’s what I mean. You take somebody old as hell, like old Spencer, and they can get a big bang out of buying a blanket.
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If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, an what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. In the first place, that stuff bores me, and in the second place, my parents would have about two hemorrhages apiece if I told anything pretty personal about them. They’re quite touchy about anything like that, especially my father. They’re nice and all–I’m not saying that–but they’re also touchy as hell. Besides, I’m not going to tell you my whole goddam autobiography or anything. I’ll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around last Christmas just before I got pretty run-down and had to come out here and take it easy. I mean that’s all I told D.B. about, and he’s my brother and all. He’s in Hollywood. That isn’t too far from this crumby place, and he comes over and visits me practically every week end. He’s going to drive me home when I go home next month maybe. He just got a Jaguar. One of those little English jobs that can do around two hundred miles an hour. It cost him damn near four thousand bucks. He’s got a lot of dough, now. He didn’t use to. He used to be just a regular writer, when he was home. He wrote this terrific book of short stories, TheSecret Goldfish, in case you never heard of him. The best one in it was “The Secret Goldfish.” It was about this little kid that wouldn’t let anybody look at his goldfish because he’d bought it with his own money. It killed me. Now he’s out in Hollywood, D.B., being a prostitute. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s the movies. Don’t even mention them to me.
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