A satisfactory weekend

It wasn't a perfect weekend, but it turned out okay.

There was the wine that we couldn't figure out how to open, but I figured it out in the end. I find it funny that it was I, and not Josh who got it. Perhaps I was a little too tough, because I broke the corkscrew when I was trying to open the second bottle of wine.

I've learned how to cook a good, juicy steak and create the demi glaze that goes along with that perfect steak.

I also had a strange craving for baklava, and there's this place across the street from Josh's that sells it, yet I've never gone. I almost went yesterday, but I spent the rest of my cash buying eggs. Fortunately, I got free baklava at Jeff's house. It was just as good as I expected. Unfortunately, it was only one piece.

That's okay, ShopRite has baklava :)

Happy potato latkes!

Yes, I know potato latkes are not part of the Christmas holiday, but I think they're the best part of December. I learned how to make them and helped cook them. Awesome.

Mmm.... potato-ey goodness.

Two Turtledoves

There's nothing like a company Christmas party where each table has to sing one part of "The Twelve Days of Christmas" and quite a few people are smashed.

Just imagine phrases like "Two turtledoves" and "Seven swans a-swimming" bellowed like football team names in a stadium.

Witnessing that made the entire party worth attending.

What day is it?

I didn't realize that there's only a week left until Christmas.

My cards haven't been done and I hadn't done any shopping whatsoever.

Four hours at the mall later: I am semi-satisfied with my purchases. I'm still not done yet though. Josh told me he spent fifteen minutes on my gift, and I don't even know how much time put together I've spent putting together his gift.

Bah. It's almost 11:00 and I still haven't started on my cards. What about my wrapping? I think I'm going to have to catch up on sleep this weekend.

Don't be cheeky

It finally happened. My parents don't like my visiting Josh and I'm an embarrassment to the family. I stayed at Josh's house with him and his family during the snowstorm and that made me the biggest disgrace.

Apparently, my staying at Rutgers with him wasn't a big deal compared to this. My mother said that chinese girls don't stay at boy's family's houses until their married. So after I'm married, I can stay at a hundred boys' houses?

In short, I'm moving out. In fact, I'm moving tomorrow.

No rest for the wicked

Bah.

I was looking forward to a nice weekend away with shopping after this crazy week, but along came a blizzard. I made do with what I had to work with, meaning I drove to Josh's house, which is 7 minutes from my house instead of mine. I'll use the excuse that the road to his house looked better. Now I'm snow bound here and my car is being quickly buried by round two of said blizzard. I had to park on the street, which is okay.

Josh didn't get his mail yesterday, and it's doubtful that it will arrive today. So much for that USPS slogan.

School Days

I can't remember looking forward to a four-day weekend so much since high school. I guess it's the same non-stop work schedule every week that makes it feel like high school all over again.

But now I'm thinking, "Tomorrow's Sunday, and then it starts all over again." There won't be any 3-day work week to look forward to anymore.

The end is near

To my three readers: Sorry for the lack of posts.

Today was the culmination of stress and frustration with law school applications, my parents, and the health insurance policy I have at work that doesn't do anything for me but costs me $60 a month.

I called out of work because I thought I was going to go crazy this morning. I needed a time out from the daily schedule and collect myself. Unfortunately, my parents decided I don't need that and put me to work cleaning the house so they can impress the family when they come over.

However, Josh forced me to work on my personal statement tonight and I am happy to say that it is nearly complete and once that is done, a large part of my stress will be gone.

I can't wait.

Cashing in at the Conk

The Member-Staff Outing took place yesterday. Of course, I couldn't go out to play golf because I had work to do (not like I wanted to go out in the rain anyways). The office tyrant wanted me to go out, but I was wearing heels and had no coat (she told me to go buy one - yeah right). I didn't think the maintenance crew would be too happy about my every step in heels creating divots.

A member bought me a sweater. He told me, "Go pick one out for a Christmas present," in his Irish accent. There's nothing like an accent from the U.K.

I was allowed to join the reception afterward, where they were giving out door prizes. I said, "I hate sitting around for these things because I never win and I waste my time." The club manager read the first number and it was me! I won 4 Nets tickets, 14 rows back from courtside at half court! Unfortunately, I don't know if I'll be able to go. But hey, I got $600 worth of basketball tickets and free parking.

Bonanza

We went out for Josh's birthday yesterday. During the day, we went to New York with his family for Phantom of the Opera (which was much better than the last time I saw it) and went out to dinner at Meritage. Then we came back to Rutgers at 11 and went to a party and then a bar.

Josh's mom was so upset about him leaving so late and going back to school solely for the purpose of alcohol and asked why he had to do it.

I explained it by saying, "To boys, turning 21 and going out to bars to drink is a male rite of passage. To prove their manliness in front of all their friends, they must participate in this alcohol bonanza. If they don't do it, they're wusses."

Surprise?

LSAT scores came out a day early.

This whole LSAT business concluded with such an anticlimax. Again, I expected to be relieved that the suspense is over. Now I'm left with a score that leaves my situation uncertain and all the money I'm spending to apply to schools is being gambled away.

Now the fun of applications begins.

You only live once, right?

The longest week ever

It's still only Thursday, and it's felt like Friday every day of this week. I think it's the waiting for the scores that's doing it. Everybody expects me to do well, and I can't help but be afraid that I didn't do well at all.

On Monday, I'll either be crying all day at work or so excited about leaving home again to make something of myself.

Happy Engagement Annette!

I think Josh went half deaf when Annette called about the engagement. I had to leave the room so my squeals of happiness for her wouldn't bother him as much.

Barnes and Noble doesn't have much in the way of engagement cards. There were plenty of wedding and anniversary cards, but a dearth of engagement ones. I was, however, temporarily duped by a large amount of "encouragement" cards.

P.S. If someone would like to live in Belmar with me in a winter rental, give me a buzz!

Insult Wars.... the British Version!

I work with someone from Scotland, and once in a while, we have insult contests. I dig up all of the British insults that I've learned from my reading and he laughs at me and then calls me a muppet.

Well you know what? He's mad as pants.

Anticlimax

I thought that I would feel happy and relieved once I completed the LSATs, but I'm left with this anxiety and fear that I got a 130. Not only does that mean I wouldn't be going to law school, but also that I wasted $1200.

At least I rocked the writing sample (which doesn't get graded).

Countdown

Only 8 days until the LSATs. That's kind of scary. Honestly, I didn't count them until just now. I'm doing well, considering my lack of studying during the week. This happened a lot during school. These grades appeared out of little effort and I always wonder what would have happened had I actually studied and done the work I should have.

I was right

So when I did go to Rutgers, it was only to realize that Josh had gotten sick and I wound up taking care of him for the weekend.

My butt is black and blue from my kicking it so hard.

It gets you every time

So I did get to stay at Rutgers on Thursday night, but it wasn't fun because I had to go into work the next morning, meaning I got minimal sleep, leaving by 7 this morning.

I thought my weekend would only get better from there because I'd get to go back and enjoy myself, but voila, Murphy's law comes along in the form of an unexpected doctor's appointment that Josh didn't know about and my weekend is off to a rather dismal start.

I know that somebody is thinking, "If she hadn't written about Murphy's Law ruining her weekend, it probably wouldn't have happened."

Don't worry. I'm kicking myself as we speak/read.

Murphy's Law

Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

I want to go away this weekend.... a tropical storm is supposed to arrive Thursday night.

If I go to class Thursday night, I'll be trapped at Rutgers (not a big deal) and miss work the next day (definitely not a big deal) but the controller will rip me apart when I see her on Monday.

Now, if I were really lucky, the storm would start around 5:00, when I got home and then I wouldn't be able to go to class, and end the next morning in time for work and my leaving in the evening.

Yeah right. The storm will arrive Friday afternoon and completely screw up my weekend.

Sleepies

I am so tired. There aren't enough hours in my weekdays.

"Honey and the Moon"

Don't know why I'm still afraid
If you weren't real I would make you up now
I wish that I could follow through
I know that your love is true
And deep as the sea
But right now
Everything you want is wrong,
And right now
All your dreams are waking up,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom,
Where no one lives.

Remember when we first met
And everything was still a bet
In love's game
You would call; I'd call you back
And then I'd leave a message
On your answering machine

But right now
Everything is turning blue,
And right now
The sun is trying to kill the moon,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom,
Where no one lives

Freedom
Run away tonight

We're made out of blood and rust
Looking for someone to trust
Without a fight
I think that you came too soon
You're the honey and the moon
That lights up my night

But right now
Everything is turning blue,
And right now
The sun is trying to kill the moon,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom,
Where no one lives

Freedom
Run away tonight

We got too much time to kill
Like pigeons on my windowsill
We hang around

Ever since I've been with you
You hold me up
All the time I'm falling down

But right now
Everything is turning blue,
And right now
The sun is trying to kill the moon,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom
Where no one lives

~Joseph Arthur

A means to an end

Perhaps I should look at Foogwah in a different way. If he didn't act like such a foogwah, I wouldn't feel the urge to leave the house on Fridays the way I do without feeling guilty.

If he tells me that I'm shaming him when I come home on Sunday, I'll tell him I'm moving out and he won't have to worry about my shaming him anymore.

Foogwah

I live with a bitter melon, and his name is Dad.

I got home after my 18 hour day, surprisingly happy about my test score and I'm telling my mom about it, and he has to rain on my parade.

"If you need to shower, shower now," he says as he gives me a nasty look. Like I smell bad or something.

You know, if I pay to live here, you'd think I'd have the freedom to choose when I want to take a shower.

Seriously.... If you know of someone who's renting out a teeny weenie apartment, let me know.

Escape

I'm not home, therefore I am happy.

It's just a year...

If anybody has a room in their house that I can rent, I'll take it and then tell off my dad and leave. And I won't tell them where I go. To show that I'm not a total bitch, I'll still send them car payments.

I will disappear every weekend.

My head will explode if I stay here too long.

Unhappy

Why pay to live under worse conditions than I did when I was in high school? I don't have a bedroom anymore, and I can't even leave my toothbrush in the bathroom.

Now I'm getting in trouble for wanting to spend a few nights away from home because my father is afraid of what people might think. Honestly, it'll be him who broadcasts the information anyway, so what does that say about how much he cares what people think?

Then he stops talking about it and says he's too busy. If it's so important, why can't he make time?

I had better get into a law school and get away.

Would you like some ice cream with your cone?

I can't believe I let this whole summer slip away without having a single ice cream cone! Yes, I've had ice cream, but no cones, so I rectified the situation last night by purchasing some at Acme. I was standing there for so long choosing which cone. They have fudge dipped ones now! I went with the good ol' sugar cones though. I liked the cones so much that I didn't bother putting ice cream on the top. I just put a couple spoons of it in the cone and started eating the cone right away. That way I can have 2 cones without feeling guilty!

Same old, same old

Just to let the four people who read this thing know, I'm still alive, but life's a little too boring to write about.

Golf cart down!

Well, I couldn't really decide on a header for today's post. It was either that (I heard it today at work) or "I can't concentrate because there's this thing up my butt" (Dave in the pool by a water jet).

So yesterday, I sucked it up and wore a two-piece *gasp!* and it wasn't so bad. At least my top didn't come off.

Josh decided right away to teach me how to swim so he told me that I was supposed to do this and that with my legs and arms and then told me to swim to the end of the deep end. I did it.... halfway and then I floundered and Josh dragged me back to the shallow end. Eeeuw. I had several incidences of that "I want to puke from pool water" feeling. Josh didn't stop trying to teach me how to swim. We realized that I suck at treading water and the backstroke. Finally I got tired of being pushed to go across the pool and pulled away from Josh, going under and popping out at the beginning of the pool. All of the guys shouted, "You can swim!" And Josh says, "You're such a faker."

I didn't know that was really swimming.... I call it the froggy (Balbo says it's the breast stroke). I just have serious problems doing that stuff at water level.

Eaten Alive - Part 2

Now that I've fully recovered from the bites I sustained at Joe's BBQ, Josh decided to go to Dave's pool at 10:30 at night, and sit around talking outside in the dark for an hour. Now I've got a whole crapload of new HUGER bites on my legs and one on my palm (that's never happened before...). The idea of wearing a swimsuit on Sunday just got a whole lot scarier.

Oh my doodness

What a lovely day in Long Island. Josh thought my two little cousins were cute, and little Garrick kept mistaking Josh's name as Patrick whenever he asked. Garrick calls me "Doh-wa" and Josh "Joss." He's the most awesome three-year-old ever.

We're painting the new extension tomorrow. Wheeee......

Eaten Alive

Thanks to Joe's excellent planning regarding the bugs coming out of the woods behind his house, I was eaten alive by mosquitoes. That sucks because I managed to get away with zero bites last summer. Thanks Joe. There are several excellent products (quite affordable) that keep the blood suckers away.

In other news, Josh and I went to see a movie tonight, and as we were walking away from the ticket counter, some guy on my left swung his arm out hard and fast, and punched me in the eye. I screamed and the guy says "I'm sorry, I was just saying hi to my friend." I told him I was okay, and he scooted out of there like his head was on fire. Maybe he was scared that I would sue him. I hope I don't bruise.... Perhaps my Saturdays are quite unlucky, as last Saturday, I was scratched across the neck by my dog, leaving a pleasantly visible mark for me to go to work with on Monday.

Ah, battle scars from the weekend: a black eye and huge mosquito bites.

Goodbye Spot

My computer died today sometime while I was at work. It was the mega blue screen of death. Now I don't know what to do. For all I know, it may not really be dead.

If Spot did die, I will remember that he served me quite faithfully all through college. He was really awesome.

I didn't break it!

I bought ram today for my old fart of a computer. It was cheap, but when I was putting it in, I thought I was going to break my motherboard. Well, it works now, so Windows XP here I come.

When the Apple IIGS came out, it cost $300 to upgrade your ram 3mb :)

Whoa

I never noticed until now that the ad on the top of Blog*Spot blogs matches the content of the blog. For example, I recently blogged about San Francisco, and today, the ad at the top of my blog features deals on trips to San Francisco. Interesting.

What do you do if you find out that your boyfriend's mother wants you to quit your job? It's nice that she likes me so much that she thinks of me as a daughter, but the part where she starts acting like a mother is baaaaaaad. I know I "can do better" but it's a job, and unlike lots of people, I actually like my job.

Sleepless in Marlboro

I'm switching bedrooms again. I couldn't sleep in the office because it was so stuffy and I've been showing up to work super tired. My mother didn't want me suggesting that I stay over at Josh's house for the sake of air conditioning, ::gasp!:: so she moved me into my grandmother's room because it's a cooler room than my current stuffy cabinet. So now my stuff is spread out over three bedrooms (My old room, my stuffy office/Bingo's room, and my new temporary residence) and I'm supposed to clean it all up sometime.

You try to pickpocket me!

Welcome back. San Francisco was beautiful, except for the homeless people who made walking down the street like running the gauntlet as they stuck their change cups into your face. My last day in San Fran made it easier to come home and miss the city less.

Some ugly little FOB guy accused me of pickpocketing him because one of the five chains he had attached to his wallet punk-style (along with his excessively long haired punk style) got caught on one of the buckles of my bag. I shrugged it off and kept walking and the guy grabbed my arm and accused me of pickpocketing him. (What sane pickpocket would try to take a wallet with five chains attached to it anyways???) I shouted, "You got caught on my bag!" twice, but the only response I got from him was "You try to pickpocket me" as he waved his wallet in my face and "You be careful!!!" as though he was going to spring some kung fu action on me. I think his English wasn't quite up to par as he may not have understood the words "Got caught on my bag".

Of course, I made a mad dash to Barnes and Noble at 10:30 so I could purchase Harry Potter. I thought it wouldn't be so bad trying to get it as the store would be closing in half an hour, but whaddaya know? There was a huge line because people were still trying to get it. I got my copy though :)

Would you like some vacation with your food?

Wouldn't you know that I have a hotel with internet access? I'm having a great time, and I think I've negated all of that hard work that I've done at the gym the past few weeks. Needless to say, I'll be at the gym on Sunday after I get back (I'll be the little asian girl reading the huge Harry Potter #5 book on the little elliptical machine).

Of course, after I leave NJ for cooler climates, it gets freakin' cold again. I bet it'll be hot again once I get home.

Ah well, I'll be enjoying my last full day here in sunny, yet cool, San Fran :)

Vacation!

It figures that the week leading to my vacation is super busy and ends with a hellish day at work, with me having to cover for somebody who was out sick.

Then there was that interesting thunder/lightning storm accompanied by pouring rain while Annette and I tried to transfer electronic equipment from my car to her car. Then there was that HUGE "puddle" that I had to drive through while going to the ATM. I was so scared I'd come up floating and stranded.

I'll see you in a week! (Unless I find a computer and an internet connection)

What I think about when I drive my Honda

1. If I leave at 7:33, I wind up at the Route 9/East Freehold light in the left lane, three cars behind the minibus in the right lane.
2. If I leave at 7:28, I wind up following the minibus to the Route 9/East Freehold light, and both of us are stuck behind a regular sized bus, and I wind up right next to the minibus at the light.
3. If I leave at 7:37, I'm late by five minutes, despite any efforts of "creative driving."

School spirit

This afternoon, I got a call from some "representative" of the class of 2003 asking for money to support Rutgers. She asked me for $200, and then when I said no, $100. After I rejected that, she settled for $25. I said to the telemarketer, "I don't plan on giving any money to Rutgers." She asked me why I felt that way and I said, "I didn't like Rutgers." She asked me what about Rutgers I didn't like. I said, "Everything - I felt I didn't get my money's worth for what I paid." Well, that finally stopped her mile-a-minute talking and got rid of her. She hardly let me answer the yes and no questions she was asking me anyways.

I found Nemo

Ah, nothing like going to the movies on a Thursday night, especially a kids movie. It was so empty and quiet. I cried a few times while watching this excellent work of cinematic art. Go see it.

I can't wait for the week to be over.

14 days until San Francisco

My body isn't sore anymore from going to the gym! Yay! But it may be a bit soon to begin rejoicing because I have to go to the gym this week all over again.

I like my job. There's enough stress to keep me on my toes, but not so much that I hate work. The gourmet food doesn't hurt either. Mmm.... banana poundcake.

They don't believe in making pants for short people

I started going to the gym on Tuesday, and Josh says I have to go 4 days a week.... in a row.

I think my butt fell off yesterday on the machine that looks fun, but is far from fun after the first two minutes.

19 days until San Francisco

Tomorrow's the start of my second week of work... four day week... hurray!

There was a nail in my tire, in case anyone was wondering what the outcome was of my car troubles.

I love long weekends. I think I appreciate them more now that I'm working than when I was a student. I realize that I can truly use my time better and waking up at 9:30 in the morning on a Saturday doesn't seem so bad when my wake-up is normally at 6:15.

What goes up must come down

So the week at work has started well. I'm really tired though, because I'm not used to the 6:15 A.M. wakeup.

Today, I thought I heard a funny noise while I was driving, sort of like a rapid thumping whenever I had my foot on the gas. I couldn't hear it when I opened the window, so I thought I was just going crazy from not sleeping enough.

Then my brother tells me this evening, "Your car's making a funny noise."

Great. When the heck am I going to find time to fix this car?

Officially, it's official for me too (You put it the best words Jared)

I am now free of Rutgers.

A big sigh of relief for me this morning as all of my grades magically appeared after an extremely long waiting period (considering I took most of my finals before final exams officially started).

An amazing thing: Death by Logic = A
Considering the amount of time my professor took to grade quizzes, I don't think he read all 200 of the papers the students in my class handed in, but I don't care anymore.

Something I will actually miss about being at school: Bubble tea from Noodle Gourmet (Hey, it was $2.50 and really good! It's $5 in NYC!) and cinnamon oreo ice cream from Thomas Sweet's.

Is it a bad thing if I can't think of anything else to miss? I bet something else will come up (other than the obvious freedom from parental control and observation) at some inappropriate time when I don't have an internet connection or something to write it down on.

I wonder if they have them in my size...

So Peeyat helped me move out this afternoon (Muchos gracias) and then we were hungry when we got back - it was a lot of work moving out all that junk! We tried out the new McDonalds white meat chicken nuggets. Yummy!!! Definitelty an improvement. Then Josh told me he was going to hang out with the boys, so I decided to go to the mall with Peeyat.

How unfortunate that my mom said she'd buy me my tanzanite ring for a graduation gift and then I realized that it wasn't on sale anymore - it ended yesterday. Poo.

But I bought a new pair of shoes.... my second in less than a week. Terrible. At least I didn't pay for the first one. I will further justify my actions by saying that the shoes I bought today are for work.

Death by Logic

It's finally over. I'm done with college (until I realize that I failed a class somewhere along the line this semester and have to take summer courses to make up for it) and it ended with Logic. Ha, of course, he messed up my grade, or rather, the incompetent students didn't get it right. I'm probably never going to get it fixed. What a dismal end to four years. I'm angry at the school all over again.

Shot myself in the foot

It happens every year. Whenever finals roll around, I think I have a lot of free time, so I tell work to schedule me in, only to realize that I really could have used that time to write my last paper, and sleep in.

Today was my last day. No more shooting myself in the foot during finals again.

Now I have to write the last paper....

Oh happy day

Ever since Thursday, I've had this all-consuming desire for the Gameboy Advance SP. Unfortunately, everbody and their mother was sold out of it and didn't know when it was coming back in. I went to the mall on Friday and was told, "Good luck finding one" by all the employees I asked. I figured that I wouldn't be getting one until the excitement died down in a month or two.

Lo and behold, Hotmail bore me fantastically good news today. Circuit City e-mailed me *twice* saying that they got the GBA SP in stock. Goes to show me I really should continue my obsessive habit of checking my email everyday. I figured Circuit City wouldn't notify me any time soon considering the less than hopeful responses I'd been getting everywhere. So as soon as I got the e-mail, I bought one and picked it up right away :)

I am one happy girl right now.

A slow and painful death

Logic, Reasoning, and Persuasion.... This class was supposed to be an easy A. On the contrary, it is anything but an easy A. First, we have the twenty person minimum group project that got all thirty of us in trouble for cheating, whether we did anything or not. Then there was the professor who was too lazy to give us our four quizzes as scheduled and instead decided to lump three of them into one on the last day of class. Normally, after one of those finals on the last day of class, you breathe easy because the class is over. Not for Logic! Now there's a final paper looming on the horizon. Logic is a slow, and very painful death.

I wonder how old these Frosted Flakes are

The other day, I was walking down the street with Josh. I felt something on my leg (I was wearing jeans), like a pebble or something, so from the outside of my jeans, I nudged it a little so it'd fall down and out of the bottom. Something black and shiny fell out.... yes... it was a bug. I wasn't sure. It kinda looked like a little ladybug, only completely black. I said, "I don't even want to know what it is because it looked like a bug." Then Josh of course, looks at it and says, "Yup, that's a bug." Panic ensues.

He asks me why I'm so upset when it's not even on my leg anymore and he just doesn't understand. It's the principle. It was on my leg!!! ::shudder::

Rainy days

Joe and I went to out to dinner tonight. I bought bubble teas for us to drink while walking, and Joe tells me that the last time he had one was exactly one year ago: the day we went to NYC with Kevin and Stacey while we were depressed over the sad state of our respective relationships.

Quite a coincidence to be sharing bubble teas one year later, and we're fine now.

I bought tickets to San Francisco! So happy!!

Not a smart thing to do...

It is not a good idea to chew potato chips and then jump on your bed while you have a wisdom tooth coming in..... ouch.

By the way, Josh watched Spirited Away.

I was Spirited Away

So on Friday, I went on my quest to obtain Spirited Away on DVD, but when I got to Best Buy, the display was empty! Josh thought it was funny because he hates anime and would rather die before watching any of it. But I got an employee and he told me that they were bringing out more (to spite Josh). And I'm so thankful that they left the original English subtitles intact instead of just throwing the English dubbing captions along with the Japanese track. I'm so happy. I watched the end of the movie three times already and it always makes me cry.

Now Josh refuses to watch it ever. What a baby.

Things my mall is missing

1. A Sephora
2. A Cheesecake Factory (one without insane wait times please)
3. A Morning Glory

I would like these things this summer please, so I can spend my hard earned money.

No more school

I'm sick, it's beautiful outside, and I don't want to go to any more classes.

However, I can't escape from my work because I now have a group project to work on tonight right after my last class of the day. I can't even stay up late because I have to get more sleep (because of said sickness) and I have second period tomorrow. That means bedtime before midnight :(

Compare and Contrast

I had the pleasure of viewing a documentary on Maya Lin, the architectural artist who designed the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington D.C. today in my Vietnam Legacy class. The class is from 9:50 a.m. to 12:50 p.m., and it's sometimes hard to get into the material when I'm still drowsy, but this documentary gripped me and made me truly admire this woman. At the age of 21, she designed that incredible monument to the Vietnam Veterans... To me, the concept behind the design falls nothing short of pure genius. I heard and watched her speak when her design was being protested, and she spoke with such intelligence and maturity.... It made me want to cry, and at the same time, it made me look at myself and compare what she accomplished at that age to my accomplishments.

Some people will make comparisons with basketball players, who from high school graduation, go into the NBA and receive 60 million dollar contracts. When that was brought up at the table today, someone said, "Don't talk about that, it makes me want to kill myself." However, I don't think comparing yourself to a 17 year old who can shoot hoops is on the same scale as Maya Lin. She created something so touching and respectful, when the people she was doing it for were criticizing her for it, and stood strong and steadfast by her vision with remarkable grace.

We should all look at these things with some more perspective and stop feeling so bad when we look at the 17 year old who'll be offered that 60 million dollar contract. Who knows what he'll get himself into....

Winding down

Last night, Josh was registering for his classes, and Jeff asked him what I was registering for. Josh told him that I didn't have to because this is my last semester. It's coming to an end, and there are things I'll miss and things I definitely will not miss.

Summer plans are still indefinite although I'm closing in on the job at the golf club. If I get that job, the trip to San Fran is on, but it all hangs on Josh then. He's still iffy on where he's working, so all the pressure's on him. I'm gnawing on my fingernails because the organizer in me wants to start planning the trip already!

Lost time

I went to the mall on Friday night, a big mistake. I don't know if it's because I'm getting old, but it seems like there are more and more mallrats these days. I was in the mall for less than 45 minutes and I saw 10 year old posers, either dressed up as goths, punks (carrying skateboards that had no wheels - maybe they just bought them with mommy and daddy's money), or "cool" kids with their brand name clothing and "bling-bling." I think mall security rivals the police force of my home town at this point. The funny thing is: they don't go to the mall to buy things. They clump up in these huge groups, blocking mall patron traffic - I assume this is "cool."

I went to the bathroom early this morning around 4:08, when I went back to my room, my clock said that it was 4:24. I was not gone that long. Maybe I was abducted by aliens. Maybe I was that sleepy.

Also, curses to Daylight Savings Time. I've lost a precious hour of time to study, not that I'm actually studying since I'm procrastinating by blogging. Wow, that sounds like a crime or psychological/medical condition: procrastinating by blogging.

Anime-ted

Yesterday, I was having this interesting conversation with Josh about certain people we know and how their behavior confirms our belief that the "asian" asians act like characters in an anime. You know, one of those bubbly animes where everything is comical and words come out a mile a minute. We find that the more "white" an asian is, the more serious and less anime-ish that person is.

People that bother me

1. People who complain like there's no tomorrow, but make excuses when you ask them why they don't do something about it.
2. Men who cheat and expect sympathy.
3. People who don't take me seriously.

Vices

Vices

1. I like to watch South Park, even though I think it's mean and disgusting, but I find it hilariously funny.
2. I eat food that's bad for me, but why is it so bad when it tastes so good?
3. I spend money that I don't have, but convince myself that I'll have the money eventually to make up for it.

If you could....

1. If I could live anywhere, without having to worry about expenses, for as long as I want, I'd want to live in New York City.
2. If I could have any job and make a good living out of it, I'd be a pastry chef.
3. If I could live next door to anyone I wanted, I'd live next door to my cousin Jessica (the pharmacist one).

(Josh was asking me some "if you could" questions during lunch today)

Procrastination is like masturbation... You're only screwing yourself.

Things that I have done instead of my lit theory midterm:

1. Download 15 episodes of South Park to complete my first and second seasons.
2. Watch South Park
3. Sleep
4. Go to class
5. Blog

Is that an easter egg?

Patrick's interpretation of Bingo.

Rejected

I was rejected by Random House's associate program. Looks more and more like I'll be working at the housing office until law school.

Crash

After spring break, I suddenly realize how soon graduation is coming. I'm not working as hard as I should be, but I didn't think I'd have this much work to do my senior year. I don't feel like going to my classes anymore, at least my hated mental illness class, and the gorgeous weather isn't helping at all. I'll just suck it up and deal with it as usual, but I think the end of this year is going to be so anticlimactic.

Ooo, on a completely different note: I went to Joe's living hell (no, not AC Moore).... Todai, the "mother of all seafood buffets" in Illinois. Mmm.... unlimited sushi.

Bad dreams

This morning, I had a nightmare where Josh died, but I knew that he was going to die. I believe this may be a result of watching "The Ring" with Pat on Friday night. In my nightmare, I was calling Josh, but someone I didn't know answered the phone and I was confused, asking if I had the right number. The man said, "Yes, this is Josh's phone number, but he died yesterday." So I pretend to be upset but I've already prepared myself for this event, and I ask who I should talk to about the funeral. The strange voice tells me to talk to a family friend, one I actually know, for details. In the next part of the dream, I was at the funeral, walking up to the casket, which was open, and as I walked closer, I saw more of the body, and as soon as I saw Josh's face, I broke down sobbing because I suppose I was hoping for it to be someone else. So as I'm sitting in my chair, I look up at the casket to see Josh wake up and get out of it, alive. I was so shocked, I woke up.

Now, Stacey says that when someone dies, according to Chinese superstition, you're supposed to break a chopstick (or a pair, I don't remember). I was wondering if I should do that, but the thing is, Josh came back to life at the end of the nightmare, so I'm really confused.