December 21, 2008 § 1 Comment
The thing about my friendships with Simon, Naomi, and Chengyee is that these three have seen me at my worst, my best, my daily ridiculousness and are still willing to not only to stay my best friends but also be seen in public with me. I think the most comforting thing in the world, the one thing that will always settle my mind so that I can sleep at night is knowing that even after all the outrageous comments that I’ve said, the ridiculous and very awkward situations I’ve created for myself, and the random, nonsequitar whims that I have, I can call on any of the three at 3 AM and they’ll be willing to help bail me out of jail for public nudity and any other questionable things that I’m quite capable of getting into trouble for doing, and a couple weeks later they’ll still be my friends so that we can laugh about that one time Jenny got herself in nose-deep of trouble. Granted this hasn’t happened yet, but it’s nice to know.
So, thank you for always being my friends.
December 20, 2008 § 1 Comment
This is the first year that I haven’t hopped a plane with too many pieces of clothing that I probably won’t wear in tow immediately after my finals are taken. With airplane ticket prices higher across the board, I’m taking the cheapest ticket possible, which has my landing in Dulles late 26th. While I miss seeing my parents, I have to admit that I am thoroughly enjoying the extra free time to myself, which I’ve spent essentially on doing absolutely nothing.
So far today, I have:
1. Gone to the grocery store with my roommate. (To which Simon has been screaming as hard as possible in hopes that maybe I’ll hear him in my little, arguably not as dangerous, part of South Central: “You’re coming home in less than a week STOP GETTING FOOD!”)
2. Taped up my bedroom windowpane. My roommate, with her awesome force from her former martial arts training, accidentally smashed the windowpane in her attempt to close it. It was beautiful, invoking a feeling that it would be Hokusai’s interpretation of the sun. However, the cracks in the window let the winter air (stop laughing) in and made me cold, so I taped it up with duct tape. And now it looks like a five year old’s interpretation of the sun, in gray.
3. Gone to the gym. After my abdominal exercises, I hopped on the treadmill. The first 45 minutes were perfectly fine and dandy until I decided to take a break from my obsession and stop watching The Food Network and switched to watching Bill Engvall on Blue Collar Comedy Tour Rides Again. Within five minutes, I was laughing so hard that I choked on the water I was drinking, lost my balance, and fell down. The sad thing is that after I got up and recovered, I ran the rest of my run while still watching his performance. Now my body aches. Was it worth? OH YES.
December 19, 2008 § Leave a comment
Yesterday was my belated birthday celebration to commemorate my 22nd year of my life long eating contest. My roommates and I decided to pretend that the 15th actually fell on Thursday, conveniently after everyone was done with their finals. And I told God: “You were the one who gave me the 8 AM final in which I had to write ten full pages in less than two hours– keep in mind that I usually write ten pages in ten hours and consider that a speedily feat– and made it rain in a place where The Mamas and The Papas sang it would NEVER rain and on my BIRTHDAY. If you don’t like the fact that I’m changing Thursday from the 18th to the 15th, SUCK IT and FIX THE FACT THAT AMERICA IS IN TWO WARS– only you can fix stupid, but if you don’t want to, at least give Wubbya two brain cells to rub together.”
My birthday night was actually really wonderful. The plan was to go ice skating and then go to dinner. I realized that I couldn’t stand the cold during the day and would freeze later that night if I went ice skating (Okay, before anyone gives me a hard time about the fact that I live in Los Angeles therefore I have no right to complain because the weather must always be a balmy 78 degrees, you must keep in mind that 1) the media LIES and 2) I am 105 lbs with just enough body fat to give me 34A tits and just the little bit of thigh even though I eat as if every meal is my last meal so I should make it count. Listen, if given the chance, I WILL OUT-EAT YOU). I decided that it would be best if we went out to dinner instead. I chose The Cheesecake Factory because the menu is varied enough that there would be something for all the vegetable-only eaters, meat-eaters, picky-eaters, and fuck-the-entree-and-give-me-the-dessert-menu eaters. We went to The Grove, which is an outdoor mall that is very Los Angeles apparently and is so well decorated for Christmas that all I saw were bright yellow Christmas lights and candy canes. My roommate is housesitting for her former professor and is taking care of his gorgeous, very gentle, ten-year old Siberian Huskie-German Shepard mix named Clay. Since Clay has severe separation anxiety– so severe that if he is left alone in the house for even one minute, he will go crazy and rip apart the furniture– she brought him along. She let me walk him around The Grove while she wandered around and bought socks; she’s a sock fanatic, and rightly so– hello? knee-highs? He was the sweetest and easiest dog to walk. And luckily, my super-comfortable peep-toe high heels came in the mail on my birthday so that I could wear them to dinner and walk Clay around The Grove several times without any blisters and other foot agonies associated with new high heels.
December 18, 2008 § Leave a comment
I just got home from spending two hours in Trader Joe’s, keep in mind each store is less than one-quarter of a regular supermarket.
I sleep with the Trader Joe’s Holiday Guide 2008 under my pillow.
It’s my favorite store.
The Friday afternoons I spend there are the highlight of my week.
I spend more there in a month than I would in a year on clothes and shoes, and I’m a girly girl.
Other people would call it an “obsession”.
I call it love.
December 17, 2008 § Leave a comment
Reason why my roommate is pretty awesome:
We can have at least three different conversations going on all at once with each other in three different mediums: instant messenger, email (I use AIM on my gmail so that I can alleviate my constant need to check my email), and air (because we sit across the dining room table from each other with our laptops). The number of conversations sometimes grows to four or five topics at one time if we talk about two completely unrelated topics at the same time in person; for example: the questionable fashion choices we see around campus* and why when my farts are starting to smell is a good thing.
*= USC girls, in their quest to be oh so fashion forward, all look the same with their UGG boots that resemble the feet of Teletubbies, unbelievably dull and oddly expensive Longchamp bags, and jersey single-color skirts with elastic waistbands that before this season only old ladies past 60 years of age would wear in public.
December 15, 2008 § 1 Comment
On the heaviest rainfall Los Angeles has had in the past couple of years:
Chengyee: It sounds like someone’s watering an imaginary plant from up on the roof. I keep expecting to see a stream of water if I stuck my head out of the window. Oops. NO PLANT, SUCKER
She comes from a place far, far away where they have tropical storms (Singapore), and when it rains, they can’t drive their cars because there is just so much rain. Whereas here in Los Angeles, people can’t drive their cars when it rains because they don’t actually know how to use their windshield wipers.
December 14, 2008 § Leave a comment
Since my roommates and I have finals on my birthday, Dec 15, we pushed the celebrations to this Thursday.
I decided that I really wanted to go ice skating.
None of us have gone ice skating before.
I am the most klutzy person I know, and I bruise so easily– I wish I were a peach. My battles with gravity– I have fallen down when just standing in place on level surface–, hard surfaces– I wake up bruised more mornings than not because of my silly antics the previous day–, and walls– I don’t seem to have good depth perception because I will bump shoulders with walls when trying to walk through a door— have been well documented in my previous entries along with my freak accidents, such as when I sprained my ankle trying to stand up, bruising the ball of my foot with the heel of my high heel in an unfortunate jump, accidentally putting hydrochloric acid in my eye, papercutting my several of my fingers at a restaurant and, subsequently, fainting from the shock of receiving the papercuts.
It’s kind of amazing that I am still alive while living outside of a plastic bubble.
So when people ask me after my ice skating adventure on Thursday why I am so blue and purple, I’ll proudly tell them: “Oh man, you should have seen the other guy. I’m your little Asian fists of fury!”