I almost missed my flight home. Yes, me... the I-like-to-get-to-things-way-early girl. Flight at 10:45, I woke up at 9:40. Flew out of bed. Ran for a taxi, which I couldn't find for the longest time. And managed to squeeze into the airport and onto the flight by 10:30. Most stressful situation of my life. I almost had a heart attack. I'm also pretty sure the taxi driver loves me because I gave him the biggest tip (I didn't ask for change back. Threw some money in the front seat and flew out of the taxi). But I'm back in the happy, friendly Midwest for a few days! I've been hanging out in my pajamas all day. It's been amazing. It would be even more amazing if I wasn't applying for ways to go abroad and keeping my fingers crossed to find funding. BUT such is life.
PS my left laptop clicker key is depressed. Literally. It super F-ed up and doesn't exactly click. It's more... well... depressed. It's been this way for a while and I hate it. How do I get it fixed?!
Monday, March 8, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Normal People Sleep
And yet, I am not normal. I mean, it is obviously a state I aspire to achieve. Normalness. But I have yet to reach that point in life. So here I am. Rocking the 4am, I need to leave soon for my flight back to that state where I used to live in. A few days back home. A few days... not enough, yet quite enough.
Today, people were walking around the mall like crazy people. I mean... I have an unusually judgmental mind that has many thoughts... judging people. I just never say them out loud. For the most part. Today, people were walking around the mall like they were insane. At first, I figured the first person was just... you know... a little unique. But after I saw person after person doing weird things... I knew it was not just me seeing special people. One person walked around by bringing her knees as high as they would go. One lady walked around like she was doing the freaking wedding march. There was a skip hop thing going on with a few people. There were people walking sooo strangely. One step, kick foot out, next step, kick foot out again. I really thought it was just me, judging people. I don't think it was. I also don't think it was just people who could not control what they were doing. They were seriously just being weird as... well just weird.
I physically cannot drink 3 nights in a row. Can't happen. I can barely drink 1 night. So tonight would have been night number 3. Nope, couldn't do it. My liver, body, mind, fingers, feet, and soul recoiled at the thought of sipping anything less than a Diet Coke straight up. So I didn't. But can I say... men are strange creatures. They are not much different no matter where you venture. Midwest, East Coast, West Coast... a mad fascination with body parts and nothing else. Seriously people, we, women, have brains. We have personalities. We have feelings. We are not just objects you can collect, put on your mantle, and play with once in a while. Get your mind out of the gutter (though mine is there often) and FOCUS. Up here. Not down there. OR over there. FOCUS.
Midterms are over. And as you can see with my 4am writing, I am not back to normal. I am beyond fixable at this point. Late night owl, daytime sloth, evening semi-functional human. I hope I passed... it would suck to have to do this semester over again. But yet it is slightly likely I might have to. Ew... I suck.
Jay Chou at 4am in the morning, not great. Weird French songs (including French rap) where I can't understand any of the words, on the other hand, fascinatingly poignant.
I wonder if I'll ever be on a real sleep cycle again. Ugh I don't want to be on an air-o-plane in 6 hours-ish. Flying... you know, we have a love-hate relationship. Well my French song is done so I guess I will attempt at laying in my bed again. Wish me luck. And if you're part of the Sconnie Nation and you read this, you now know I'll be home til Wednesday. Send me a "hi" or something! The likelihood that I'll see the outside world? Well, that's questionable and if you know me, you'd know that.
xoxo
Today, people were walking around the mall like crazy people. I mean... I have an unusually judgmental mind that has many thoughts... judging people. I just never say them out loud. For the most part. Today, people were walking around the mall like they were insane. At first, I figured the first person was just... you know... a little unique. But after I saw person after person doing weird things... I knew it was not just me seeing special people. One person walked around by bringing her knees as high as they would go. One lady walked around like she was doing the freaking wedding march. There was a skip hop thing going on with a few people. There were people walking sooo strangely. One step, kick foot out, next step, kick foot out again. I really thought it was just me, judging people. I don't think it was. I also don't think it was just people who could not control what they were doing. They were seriously just being weird as... well just weird.
I physically cannot drink 3 nights in a row. Can't happen. I can barely drink 1 night. So tonight would have been night number 3. Nope, couldn't do it. My liver, body, mind, fingers, feet, and soul recoiled at the thought of sipping anything less than a Diet Coke straight up. So I didn't. But can I say... men are strange creatures. They are not much different no matter where you venture. Midwest, East Coast, West Coast... a mad fascination with body parts and nothing else. Seriously people, we, women, have brains. We have personalities. We have feelings. We are not just objects you can collect, put on your mantle, and play with once in a while. Get your mind out of the gutter (though mine is there often) and FOCUS. Up here. Not down there. OR over there. FOCUS.
Midterms are over. And as you can see with my 4am writing, I am not back to normal. I am beyond fixable at this point. Late night owl, daytime sloth, evening semi-functional human. I hope I passed... it would suck to have to do this semester over again. But yet it is slightly likely I might have to. Ew... I suck.
Jay Chou at 4am in the morning, not great. Weird French songs (including French rap) where I can't understand any of the words, on the other hand, fascinatingly poignant.
I wonder if I'll ever be on a real sleep cycle again. Ugh I don't want to be on an air-o-plane in 6 hours-ish. Flying... you know, we have a love-hate relationship. Well my French song is done so I guess I will attempt at laying in my bed again. Wish me luck. And if you're part of the Sconnie Nation and you read this, you now know I'll be home til Wednesday. Send me a "hi" or something! The likelihood that I'll see the outside world? Well, that's questionable and if you know me, you'd know that.
xoxo
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Law, Sleep, Bathrooms, Sushi... Can I be more random?
My destiny will never lead me to be a lawyer. I am currently studying for my Health Law midterm. It is all G.I.B.B.E.R.I.S.H. I'm serious. This doesn't make sense. It's a completely different language. Give me biology, chemistry, foreign languages any day. This stuff is like #@*(&&^@#)#@$^*&# to me.
I now have a complete inability to wake up in the morning. I miss the mornings where I could just roll out of bed and get going. Like an energizer bunny.... Or when I had a human alarm clock to kick me out of bed. These days I just lay there, sleep through alarm clocks, and stare angrily at my phone.
A thought: guys have it so easy when it comes to going to the bathroom. This thought occurred to me at work yesterday. I was in the bathroom and decided, why not use one of those silly toilet covers. Pulled one out. Put it down. Turned around... then turned back around. And it had fallen into the toilet. #($&^@! Seriously, guys can just stand there and go. Girls have to pop a squat and work on their thigh muscles. OR just sit on the grossness of a toilet OR use a toilet cover (either ready-made or impromptu toilet paper). Why is it so difficult for us to go?! I can tie this into the time I was in the hospital. Bed pans? Psh, don't know how to use those. Guys just have this lovely thing they can just use and relieve themselves. I had to push a call button, get a nurse, go, and have her help me throughout the entire process. Female anatomy is difficult sometimes...
Best work shift last night: discounted sushi and free Chai Latte. Gotta love fellow employee camaraderie. Mmmm sushi. Spicy Tuna Roll me!
This is my attempt at not studying law anymore... but it isn't working. The gibberish is pulling me back in... probably because I'm worried I'm going to fail my exam. Wish me luck!
I now have a complete inability to wake up in the morning. I miss the mornings where I could just roll out of bed and get going. Like an energizer bunny.... Or when I had a human alarm clock to kick me out of bed. These days I just lay there, sleep through alarm clocks, and stare angrily at my phone.
A thought: guys have it so easy when it comes to going to the bathroom. This thought occurred to me at work yesterday. I was in the bathroom and decided, why not use one of those silly toilet covers. Pulled one out. Put it down. Turned around... then turned back around. And it had fallen into the toilet. #($&^@! Seriously, guys can just stand there and go. Girls have to pop a squat and work on their thigh muscles. OR just sit on the grossness of a toilet OR use a toilet cover (either ready-made or impromptu toilet paper). Why is it so difficult for us to go?! I can tie this into the time I was in the hospital. Bed pans? Psh, don't know how to use those. Guys just have this lovely thing they can just use and relieve themselves. I had to push a call button, get a nurse, go, and have her help me throughout the entire process. Female anatomy is difficult sometimes...
Best work shift last night: discounted sushi and free Chai Latte. Gotta love fellow employee camaraderie. Mmmm sushi. Spicy Tuna Roll me!
This is my attempt at not studying law anymore... but it isn't working. The gibberish is pulling me back in... probably because I'm worried I'm going to fail my exam. Wish me luck!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
A lazy Sunday which really shouldn't be that lazy
Current Fav Study Jams:
Kid Cudi's "Pursuit of Happiness" and "Make Her Say"
Wang Lee Hom's "Hua Tian Cuo" and "Wei Yi"
Miike Snow's "Animal," "Black and Blue," and "In Search Of"
Okay, here's the thing, I was supposed to study all weekend and get as much Health Law and Medical Systems information into my head as possible. That hasn't happened. Instead... I am applying to go to Malawi for a year, made a new friend, and found some great new jams. I am in serious trouble. But I am not that worried. I've come to the conclusion that I'm just not going to care about grades as much this semester. It is what it is. I need to enjoy life along with school and if that means not getting straight A's... I think I'll live.
Extreme dislike: people who can't understand that girls and boys can just be friends without any desire for anything more. Just because you're of the opposite sex, it doesn't mean you guys are going to go at it like rabbits automatically. Friendship- there is such a thing between girls and guys.
PS Texts from last night- great reading for procrastination. And makes you laugh uncontrollably.
Kid Cudi's "Pursuit of Happiness" and "Make Her Say"
Wang Lee Hom's "Hua Tian Cuo" and "Wei Yi"
Miike Snow's "Animal," "Black and Blue," and "In Search Of"
Okay, here's the thing, I was supposed to study all weekend and get as much Health Law and Medical Systems information into my head as possible. That hasn't happened. Instead... I am applying to go to Malawi for a year, made a new friend, and found some great new jams. I am in serious trouble. But I am not that worried. I've come to the conclusion that I'm just not going to care about grades as much this semester. It is what it is. I need to enjoy life along with school and if that means not getting straight A's... I think I'll live.
Extreme dislike: people who can't understand that girls and boys can just be friends without any desire for anything more. Just because you're of the opposite sex, it doesn't mean you guys are going to go at it like rabbits automatically. Friendship- there is such a thing between girls and guys.
PS Texts from last night- great reading for procrastination. And makes you laugh uncontrollably.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Asian Sensation
I am trying to come fully into my Asian-ness. And you're wondering how I am going about this? I am embracing Chinese pop music aka C-pop. AND I find one of them rather attractive. His name is Wang Lee Hom. And yes, I find him rather attractive. It's a first. Yes, it's okay. Breathe, pick your jaw up off the floor. He's a popstar. It's like thinking Justin Timberlake is cute. So I've been studying and jamming out to my C-pop. Embracing the Asian-ness. Before you know it, I'll be a real Asian.
I'm also thinking about spending Chinese New Year in Taiwan next year. That would be a culminating Asian experience, filled with family fun and great food! We'll see if it pans out.
Tea. All about my tea. It is the best way to start off a morning. Harney & Sons Paris tea. Great black tea that makes my morning so much easier to wake up to. Along with some Jessica's Pan Rustica. Yes, there is bread named after me. Or I was named after bread. But it's so delicious. Some people like it with butter. I still don't like butter, so I like it plain. Plain toast with my tea. So great!
I would just like to share that I just tried to open a screw top wine with a cork screw... I am so brilliant. Tehehe.
Fake boobs: How do we feel? I feel you should do what makes you happy. It's your body. Do what you want.
Africa- here I come. At least I think so. Application for country by South Africa = Done. Plans for other countries if I don't get it = in motion. If I go to China rather than Africa, I'd be okay with that too. But let's keep our fingers crossed for Africa. The other side of the Atlantic Ocean sounds so appealing right now. Someone, please take me! (I'd like a little money help too... that'd help out a poor grad student...)
Anyone want to go with me to Australia? There are beaches and sun, I promise. I need a vacation. Midterms make me want to subject myself to Chinese Needle Torture... (not quite at the level as the Breast Ripper...)
Good night!
I'm also thinking about spending Chinese New Year in Taiwan next year. That would be a culminating Asian experience, filled with family fun and great food! We'll see if it pans out.
Tea. All about my tea. It is the best way to start off a morning. Harney & Sons Paris tea. Great black tea that makes my morning so much easier to wake up to. Along with some Jessica's Pan Rustica. Yes, there is bread named after me. Or I was named after bread. But it's so delicious. Some people like it with butter. I still don't like butter, so I like it plain. Plain toast with my tea. So great!
I would just like to share that I just tried to open a screw top wine with a cork screw... I am so brilliant. Tehehe.
Fake boobs: How do we feel? I feel you should do what makes you happy. It's your body. Do what you want.
Africa- here I come. At least I think so. Application for country by South Africa = Done. Plans for other countries if I don't get it = in motion. If I go to China rather than Africa, I'd be okay with that too. But let's keep our fingers crossed for Africa. The other side of the Atlantic Ocean sounds so appealing right now. Someone, please take me! (I'd like a little money help too... that'd help out a poor grad student...)
Anyone want to go with me to Australia? There are beaches and sun, I promise. I need a vacation. Midterms make me want to subject myself to Chinese Needle Torture... (not quite at the level as the Breast Ripper...)
Good night!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Just a late night thought
Good friends are hard to come by and amazing when you find them. Hard to keep, but if you can, they are worth it. Worth more than all the therapy in the world can buy. I love the ones I have and cherish them more than they'll ever know.
xoxo
xoxo
Friday, February 5, 2010
That's no good.
Thought 1 for the early morning:
I can't cook. It's true. This means I will never make a good wife. Ever. Also means I'm not a good catch. See this would be okay if I wanted to be a nun and live my days out devoted to God. Not that cool when I can't woo someone with my cooking skills.
Thought 2:
Why can't I sleep? Oh who knows. I have a problem...
Thought 3:
Will we go to war with China? Interesting... that'd be no good. Plus I'd prefer not to be put into an internment camp like back in WWII... I'm just saying. I don't like the idea.
Thought 4:
I like being Asian these days. I'm trying to embrace it. Note: trying. Practicing my Chinese, looking for ways to cook (even though I can't), etc
Thought 5:
What does dating look like? I have no idea anymore.
I can't cook. It's true. This means I will never make a good wife. Ever. Also means I'm not a good catch. See this would be okay if I wanted to be a nun and live my days out devoted to God. Not that cool when I can't woo someone with my cooking skills.
Thought 2:
Why can't I sleep? Oh who knows. I have a problem...
Thought 3:
Will we go to war with China? Interesting... that'd be no good. Plus I'd prefer not to be put into an internment camp like back in WWII... I'm just saying. I don't like the idea.
Thought 4:
I like being Asian these days. I'm trying to embrace it. Note: trying. Practicing my Chinese, looking for ways to cook (even though I can't), etc
Thought 5:
What does dating look like? I have no idea anymore.
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