Oh it's Tuesday

Sometimes life just isn't fair. If you're attractive and you're as dumb as a box of rocks, that is unbelievably unfortunate. If you're as bright as a light bulb and uglier than fugly, that is also ridiculously unlucky.

I am currently eating yogurt with a spoon- it is rather difficult. I'm losing a lot of yogurt.

I have a giant bruise on my foot where a girl stepped on me Saturday night at a bar. That is also unfortunate.

I have an incredible case of ADHD or something to that effect right now. It is rather absurd.

I want to do an internship abroad, but that is proving to be much harder to figure out and plan than expected. Especially when you're waiting to hear back from other people. I've been googling plane ticket prices recently. Flights to Africa are so so so expensive! Yeeouch! I could break the bank to try and fly there.

So here's a question for you: would you rather be gorgeous yet stupid or ugly yet brilliant? And no, you cannot say "I'd just like to be a happy medium of both." It doesn't work like that. One or the other!

And finally I would like to conclude with something written by the amazing writer Shel Silverstein because it is stuck in my head:

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too went for a ride in a flying shoe,
"Hooray!"
"What fun!"
"It's time we flew!" said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle was Captain
Pickle was Crew
Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew
As higher and Higher and HIGHER they flew,
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Over the sun and beyond the blue.
"Hold on!"
"Stay in!"
"I hope we do!" cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
Never returned to the world they knew
And nobody knows
What Happened to
Dear Ickle Me,
Pickle Me,
Tickle Me too.

Drums, a Guy & a Pair of Shoes

I haven't had anything good to write about in a while, but I do now.

Yesterday I saw an Asian drum show. The one main drummer dude... amazing. He was intensely ripped. Like whoa. He was Asian so I say this in the most platonic, observant way possible. At the end, the guys wore loin clothes and drummed. His a$$ was great. His entire body... whoa... I haven't seen someone that built in real life in a while. Aside from that, the show itself was sweet. Phenomenal. Fantastic. Any more words to describe it? Oh: powerful, intense, passionate, and super meditative. It was WOW! Loved!

Then I went to a club with my Asians. Just a few that I'm better friends with. And I clubbed... well let's just say I was there, had been sick with the stomach flu all week, and consumed nothing but the ambiance, guys' cologne, girls' perfume, sweaty air, and horribly mixed club music. While I was at said club, a guy who is friends with the Asian posse (who is also Asians- your red flags should already be going up) arrived. Greeted me with a little squeeze on the side and a nice hello with the eyes, along with a verbal hello. Mentally, I said oh no. Outwardly I said hi and ran away. (background about him, we'll call him... Shortie, cuz he was shorter than me when I was wearing 5 inch heels: at a friend's bday outing last month, he asked me if I was single as I walked by him. I said yes and kept walking, not thinking much of it. For the rest of the night, he just watched me from afar. Then as he left, he told me how nice I looked. I didn't think much of it but that's the background) Last night, the squeeze and the hello... I ran away. Then the night carried on. I didn't see him. I danced. My friend starting dancing with these other Asian guys we didn't know... I. did. not. The night wore on. All of a sudden, Shortie materialized by my side and was saying good-bye to all my friends. Then my dialogue with him went like this:

• Shortie: I'm leaving now.
• Me: Ok
• Shortie: If you ask me to stay, I'll stay
  
• Me: You should stay if you want to
• Shortie: Give me a reason to stay. I have to leave but I can stay 5 more minutes if you ask me to stay
• Me: You should stay if you want to...
• Shortie: You're breaking my heart
• Me: What? (pretending I didn't hear him over the music and people)
• Him: I'm going to go now
• Me: Okay, BYE!!

Yup. That's how it went. "You're breaking my heart"?!?!?! What does that mean? I mean, boy, I don't know you. We've never had a real conversation. I haven't done anything to you. I DON'T want you to stay but I'm too nice to tell you that. Who are you? I mean overall, I. am. not. interested. @(*@!&#^#&*^

But on a happier note, I got a free pair of Fergalicious by Fergie shoes at the bar. They were giving 15 pairs away at the bar and I got one! They're black gladiator heels, zipper down the middle, very cute! So much fun and FREE!! Then on our way home from the bar, we managed to squeeze 4 people in the back seat and 2 people in the passenger seat of a little Honda. No worries, no drunk driving, just an illegal number of passengers.

Recap of the night:

• Drums are awesome.
• Shortie = that was weird. I don't like you if you're weird. I don't like uncomfortable situations. I run away. Plus, I don't want to date right now, but that's a whole other discussion. And another thought, if you're Asian, I'm sorry but you better be able to knock my socks off, shoot stars out of your behind, and be able to outshine the sun before I consider dating you. AAAAND I will only reconsider if you look like a particular C-pop star I think is hot. Sorry... it's a slight problem I have. Let's just call it baggage and leave it at that. Soooooo the recap kind of went on a tangent. But was only supposed to say: Shortie, my answer is no no.
  
• I got a new pair of shoes for free.

See? Much better Jess post, wouldn't you say? Did you giggle a little? I did as I wrote it.

If you really want to make me happy...

The things I love when I'm cranky, more than anything:

Bookstores. I love the feeling of books under my fingertips. I love being around books. It's an amazing feeling. Learning new things, just reading interesting things... Bookstores. They make me so happy. I love books. I adore books. I highly fancy them. I LOOOOOOVE!

Good Chinese Food. Quality, real Chinese food. It is like soul food for me. Comfort food. I can eat it and feel so happy. Fuzzy. The stuff I love is usually not super greasy. So after eating it, it's not like you feel disgusting. You just feel full and so delightful. Red bean paste. Wonton noodle soup. Egg tarts. Scallion pancakes. Rice noodles. Ohhhhhh my stars, that just makes me feel so fuzzy.

Lazy afternoon naps. They feel so good. So casual. I just don't get them as often as I'd like (like ever).

You want to make me happy? Take me to a bookstore, fill me with Chinese food, and let me take a nap. Then I'm your girl. I have done 1 of the 3 today. Chinese food. Mmmm wonton noodle soup... moon cake... egg tart... I adore Chinatown here. Ai!!!

Have a great weekend! (whoever you are)

Stomach flu

Turns out, my sickness lasted until yesterday. And it wasn't just from being hungover. Nope, I had the stomach flu. Ohhhh yummy gastroenteritis. Most miserable thing I've experienced in a while. I haven't eaten real food in 5 days... I miss it so much. I've eaten toast, saltines, Gatorade, and water. Yes, super healthy diet. Makes me light-headed and slightly crankier than the average me. And my body is exhausted.

Which leads to my next thought. Boys are jerks. Most are at least. I'm sorry if you're reading this and you're male. But sometimes, oftentimes, most of the time, the whole lot of you are jerks and denser than a black hole.

That's all I have for now, give me a break, I'm a recovering sick person

Sunday Morning, Random Nonsense

A few things:

First I work in a food store, no I do not sell cigarettes or lighters. So don't walk in and ask me for them. Secondly, if I HAD cigarettes in the store, I wouldn't sell them anyway. I'm a public health student. Cigarettes = bad for health, bad for public's health, all around bad. Smoking is BAD for your health. Okay? Got it? Good.

Drinking is terrible. My body hates alcohol. Like really really hates it. Can't handle it. Yet, I always try to make it like alcohol more. Then my body always rejects me, laughs in my face and says, "there are consequences to your drinking because I DON'T LIKE ALCOHOL!" Then I'm hungover for a day or two, my body feels like it gets hit by a bus, and I'm horrifyingly unproductive. Note to self, no more tequila shots. (Can I use the label food on this one? Alcohol not really food... but close enough?)

Washing dishes- I don't like doing it. Just like I don't like doing the laundry. Maybe it's the whole concept of washing things that I don't like to do. But I don't mind showers...

And... that's all I can think about writing for now. I have all this partial blog ideas in my head but I always forget them once I sit down and actually start typing. Kind of a problem. Now, if you could just read my mind, I wouldn't have to blog.

Being Zen

There's something to be said about accepting the way things are. Being happy with it. And just relaxing. Letting things flow and taking the zen attitude. So this is me: being zen

Quality Time on My Knees and in My Head

I've spent an interestingly long time on my knees lately. No, don't think dirty. At WORK I kneel and put things away. Restocking and such. I've noticed how much time I spend on my knees and how much that hurts! But it's easier than constantly bending over. The thought was that I wish I had knee pads when I work. Now as for doing other things on my knees... well, I can do that without knee pads.

Spring Break has come and gone. I spent a little time at home and got to enjoy a meal a great friend who I've missed a lot. Also I got to sleep in. Best thing ever. I spent quality time with my mom, which ended up being great fun. We ate a lot of Chinese food and watched movies. I am fully embracing the Chinese food and Chinese pop music side of my Chinese-ness. Not sure about any other side yet. Pretty much ate myself into a delightful Chinese food coma... best feeling EVER. Better than an American food coma. I'm serious. WAY better. Try it some time. But try it with authentic Chinese food and then you will see what I mean.

I can't believe it's March. Time has definitely flown by. The semester is almost OVER. Unbelievable. Two of my favorite people are returning to the USA in April- we're almost there! Can't wait to see them. I'm still searching for my way abroad for 6 months. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

So I've been doing some thinking. It's fascinating how much has changed since I've moved out here. I was so miserable those first few months. I think it takes a few months to adjust to a new place when you don't know a single soul. And I have definitely learned the art of self-soothing. Amazing how you don't really have to do that when you have really great friends around you. But I definitely realized how I need to do that without having someone a few minutes away to talk to, hug, or to cry on their shoulder. I am much better these days. Happy is a good state of mind.

Now if it could just stop RAINING in Boston, I'd be happier!