What I ate today

1. hot chocolate
2. random organic gummies
3. a couple pretzels
4. like 5 spoonfuls of creamy mac and cheese
5. porkchop bento with rice with minced pork with napa cabbage with carrot pea corn scrambled egg mixture

This is what failure (and idiocy) must taste like

Case 1.

I order the lobster bisque from au bon pain, even though I didn't have fond memories of the shrimp bisque from University cafe or whatever it's called (It was too shrimpy and ocean-y and then when it got lukewarm and then cold it got lumpy and filmy).  But I order the lobster bisque anyways and it is still horrible.  I should learn not to order bisque from anywhere other than a restaurant that would get at least 3 dollar signs on yelp but I do anyways.  It is still watery and and still entirely tastes too much like the sea and lobster shells.  Which I suppose is what people like about the soup but I'll never learn.

Case 2.

I buy the eel roll from M2M even though again, it is not something one should order anywhere other than a restaurant that gets $$$ on yelp.  The first two pieces are good.  But then it gets harder and there's a little too much skin that's not quite crunchy but slimy and substantial so that I feel like I'm swallowing whole live eels instead of....chopped up dead ones.

Just Like the Movies

My ear buds had been in for a while and I heard the outside world just fine but  all of a sudden I couldn't. I can't understand a word she's saying I just see her head nodding and her hands wringing and her mouth wrinkling and everything feels spacey and far away as if the music is a soundtrack. Muse or Paganini or some obscure indie artist was playing I didn't even like the song that much so I don't know how I got lost. And we were in some montage where the music swells as if it was the turning point of a personal revelation--but it isn't, she's just talking too much and asking a question she already knows the answer to so my brain floats away.

New Shop

I made a new etsy shop for my current and future collections (moving on moving up).  I realized there was a bit of a discontinuity between my items all the way up to last year and the items I'm designing now.  It's like two different eras.  Sure, the medium is part of it but I think (I hope) my tastes  have evolved a bit since 10th grade.  My core aesthetic has remained the same but it has considerably become somewhat more streamlined, focused...somewhat. Truly though, it probably is the medium, silver (maybe gold soon?), it's just so much more effective for translating brain blueprints into real-life objects.

So fruition.etsy.com will now be just be for one-offs, one of a kinds, and prototypes.
kristylin.etsy.com  will be for the new shiny stuff.
God, I feel like I'm choosing a favorite child.

I hope to (soon, very soon) move on from etsy as my main stomping ground in the internet world (moving on moving up).  I am in the process of creating a new wordpress website, which is driving me insane (granted, it's only been 2 days). Yah, wordpress is supposed to be user friendly (for a normal person).   But boy have I been spoiled by blogger, tumblr, etc.  I mean, it took me a while to get what exactly tumblr was, imagine how long it's gonna take me now that I have to copy and paste html and close tags and rewrite tags.  Hah, you thought I was gonna complain about actually *writing* html? That'd be like complaining about the arctic flooding over.  I'll be dead when it happens anyways. (I hope).

Statistics 1.0

1/13

The number of people that ask “How are you?” and actually mean it

Statistics 1.3

7/10

Number of people who state "hey I did___and I turned out fine!"  Must insert foot into mouth.

Statistics 1.2

0/1,000

Number of times that the declaratory statement "I am not a racist" is true.

Statistics 1.1

380

number of times the Virgin Mary has appeared on over-processed snackfoods

Bangs…

…the sole source of Justin Bieber’s powers.

delusion

don’t worry self, I think you’re awesome.

One of the saddest things in the world

local news groupies

Hot flash Hallucination

had a dream where a group of guidance counselors not unlike the cast of The View (minus token minority lady) was giving me a therapy session.

Having a Barbara Walters wannabe feel sorry for me was just as humiliating as I imagined.  Okay, it was a little comforting—but mostly sh*t, my dream-life sucks.

bloody conundrum

I think it’s more scary that so many people love twilight than the fact that ms. meyer wrote it.  Okay a little scary that she thought it worthy of public consumption and thinks of her character development as anything but 2-dimensional.  But it’s scarier that her editor okay-ed it, that she has an editor, that TIME magazine wrote articles on it filled with more pseudo-intellectual praise than serious critiques, that thousands of girls and MOMS ( oh, the moms) are screaming in frustrated ecstasy for Edward without the slightest hint of irony.
 Man, there’s a lot of crazy people in the world.  But maybe that’s just part of the human condition, maybe we just want to unabashedly let go of the real world (let’s blame the economy for the umpteenth time), not to think and feign sophistication but to take the plunge into maudlin sappiness (redundant? well that’s how syrupy gag-worthy it is).

But I still think it’s really really bad.  And our brains are turning to mush.  And then dear Stephenie will write about some chiseled zombie romantically sucking said brains out.

hahahaha

Now, take a look at this….

101%

From a strictly mathematical viewpoint:

What Equals 100%?
What does it mean to give
MORE than 100%?

Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?

We have all been in situations
where someone wants you
to GIVE OVER 100%.

How about ACHIEVING 101%?

What equals 100% in life?

Here’s a little mathematical
formula that might help
answer these questions:

If:

A B C D E F G H I J K L M
N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Is represented as:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12
13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20
21 22 23 24 25 26.

If:

H-A-R-D-W-O- R- K

8+1+18+4+23+ 15+18+11 = 98%

And:

K-N-O-W-L-E- D-G-E

11+14+15+23+ 12+5+4+7+ 5 = 96%

But:

A-T-T-I-T-U- D-E

1+20+20+9+20+ 21+4+5 = 100%

THEN, look how far the love of God will take you:

L-O-V-E-O-F- G-O-D

12+15+22+5+15+ 6+7+15+4 = 101%

Therefore, one can
conclude with mathematical
certainty that:

While Hard Work and
Knowledge will get
you close, and Attitude will
get you there, It’s the
Love of God that will put
you over the top!
 

Dumb Nerds

If someone is really pompous about being really smart, does that make them at least a little dumb?

And is there actually a scientific way to measure book smarts vs. street smarts?

Remember when…

In high school and middle school there was always that group of “cool” and “popular” people.  You know, that group.  The guys looked like rejects from 90s boy bands (still!) and the girls had such vibrant complexions that they mimicked the color of radioactive Tropicana. Oh, and the charming personalities that matched.  Their weapon of choice were Justin Bieber smiles and their meat were Oblivious Teachers.  Man, did they have those teachers fooled, charmed.  So proud those teachers were, sooo proud.  Yeah, ‘cause they helped those special ed kids because they were “buddies.” (Side note: could there be a more condescending term of endearment?)  Of course they didn’t start firing off racial slurs the second they turned the corner into a different hallway, don’t be silly.
 But the rest of us, we always had to use scare quotes to describe the “popular” and “cool” because, well, besides their enviable hegemony,  no one really wanted to be them.  I mean, only scary people on reality tv (not real life, naw) chose to be ignorant and stooopid and the shade of orange Crayola would coin as “oompa loompa no. 7,” right?  People have BRAINS, right?

PS. When are they gonna write a plot about a high school where the protagonist isn’t the photogenic jock that’s “different” or the “secretly” pretty nerdette and that doesn’t have to be offbeat in order to be a success (Sorry Napoleon, Ghost World). Basically, a good high school movie that’s actually aimed at high schoolers and (more likely) tweens.
PPS.  Breakfast Club kinda did it.  But I want it to be Bigger.  Like Glee or HSM big. That’s what she said (to her gay boyfriend).

You are what you wear

trendy t-shirts with a cool graphic or clever saying are a major vice of mine.  I always think I'm over it (it's so hipster) and then I do something stupid like peruse american apparel and I see these perfectly nonchalant articles of clothing that would be so *suitable* announce to the world how hip I am, see all these things that interest me? Why yes, I love the Beatles, why yes I think this colorful pattern is simply marvelous, aren´t I eclectic?, Where the Wild Things Are is simply brilliant, oh yeah and so is the Cookie Monster--can't you see I'm charmingly childlike and obviously sophisticated too to have had the confidence to wear this shirt and not have it detract from your opinion of me? And God Forbid I look like I bought it last week for $29.99 at Urban Outfitters.  No no, it's supposed to look like I had this tee forEVER, it was just lying at the bottom of of my drawer along with my American Cancer Society and Greetings from Niagra Falls tees and I happen to be wearing it today because I'm doing laundry and running errands and painting the outside of my house.
***
I always think maybe just a couple...and then all of sudden I have enough to clothe the audience at a Weezer concert at UC Berkeley. Except not really, since I don't even have *one* right now.  God I have such good self-control.

I love...

...how people use their own abilities as a yardstick against which to measure other people's talents.  Really, he's talented because at least he can dance better than you? Well that's not saying much.

cell ball

5 Gripping Graphic Novels for Grownups

From time.com:

5 Gripping Graphic Novels for Grownups

CANCER VIXEN: A TRUE STORY
MARISA ACOCELLA MARCHETTO
Which pair of shoes should you wear to your first chemotherapy session? That's one of the pressing issues dealt with in this funny, eye-opening and moving memoir. Weeks before she's due to (finally!) get married, the 43-year-old cartoonist-fashionista discovers a lump in her breast. Using a lipstick-color palette, Acocella Marchetto keeps the book upbeat. As good as the best Sex and the City episodes, Cancer Vixen becomes a lesson on how staying fabulous can help save your life.

CHICKEN WITH PLUMS
MARJANE SATRAPI
The author of the Persepolis books continues to plumb her family history in Iran for fascinating stories. This one focuses on her great-uncle, a celebrated musician who, family lore says, decided to lie down and die after his wife broke his instrument, a tar, over her knee. Satrapi chronicles the eight remaining days of his life as he converses with his wife, his children, his friends and eventually the angel of death. Satrapi's simple black-and-white drawing style, combined with the fantastical elements of her narrative, turns Chicken with Plums into a great bedtime story for melancholy adults.

CASTLE WAITING
LINDA MEDLEY
A giant tome of some 457 pages, with more chapters being printed as a regular comic series, Castle Waiting creates a vibrant fantasy world not unlike The Lord of the Rings' Middle-earth but with a focus on the lives of women. Gorgeously illustrated in black and white, the book combines Christian and mythological imagery, including a bearded female saint, Rumpelstiltskin and various animal-headed characters. One of several intertwined plots follows a woman as she travels toward the titular castle so that she can safely deliver the baby of her dead lover, who may be an ogre. Fun to read and look at, Castle Waiting will enthrall fantasy readers of both genders.

WE ARE ON OUR OWN
MIRIAM KATIN
This tale of a Jewish woman hiding with her daughter during the Nazi occupation of Hungary seems even more remarkable since it is the author's own history. Katin, who was only 2 years old during the ordeal, shifts back and forth between her mother's incredible odyssey and her own life later on, dealing with the legacy of that experience. Richly illustrated in pencil, this book should not be missed by anyone with an interest in history, love or faith--so anyone, really.

THE SQUIRREL MOTHER
MEGAN KELSO
These short stories offer a sweet respite from the high-stakes drama of most other graphical fiction. Kelso uses a warm, inviting style of soft colors and rounded, almost pillowy characters to explore the mysteries of people and relationships. A typical story, Meow Face, portrays a girl's deteriorating relationship with an increasingly eccentric aunt whose inexplicable antics include meowing in public. Using quiet panels, as when a busy mother takes a moment on a sunny porch, Kelso's stories invite contemplation.

United Nude Awesomeness

                         

madame stack ring set

Duuudeee it's not like that

As I was researching inspiration to make a moth-eaten looking skirt (as an excuse to keep an already hole-y but so heart-breakingly perfect skirt from Target--it's olive green, has pockets!) of course I came across article upon article upon blog post on the apparent travesty that was the Balmain shredded t-shirt.

 Who would pay more than $1,000 for this shirt?? The rich are delusional...Why would I pay money to look homeless!  I had forgotten the comments, but rereading them was really....urghhh ( I dunno why I do it).  So here's a piece of my mind.

1.  Yes, it is crazy if you pay that money just to get the brand name shredded T-shirt

2. However, designers have to charge that kind of money, since you crazy people only think of it as a luxury good with that crazy price.  You probably wouldn't even buy it if it was priced what it was worth.

3.  It's more than clothing, it's not just an article you wear on your body, it's art, it's an concept, it's an idea.  (Poop in a can, anyone?) Which brings me to the last point...

4. Fashion isn't always about looking pretty, contrary to all those diluted magazines out there.  Sometimes it's just about creating a character, and a hobo is a pretty cool character to be.  Sea of Shoes Girl  does it nicely (even though I don't think that's the look she was going for)

all those layers.  all those textures, and the green for color.  So. freaking. Awesome.  With the rope tie and the lace up sandals, it could very well be the inspiration for my elf/nymph/forest creature ensemble.  also is perfect for latest obsession with clothing that isn't so much clothing as cloth--swathes of it that seem as much part of a persona as one's own skin and hair.  Cue googling of hobos (rags) and greek gods (togas).

5. So feel free to DIY away those faux-destroyed pieces of clothing (as if I'm giving permission).  But if you're just doing just because it's "on-trend"....ehhh, not so cool.  (related: Why do people BUY distressed jeans??)

just so I don't forget

-highlighters
-geometry
-nail polish
-purses
-hair jewelry
-home decor
-color color color
-food
-cuffs of sleeves
-recycle
-beards
-off white cream beige ivory
-tactile texture
-natural museum displays
-labels
-numbers
-pom poms
-toys
-playgrounds
-music boxes
-childhood

Monsieur stack ring set

Mika Songs They Should Cover on "Glee"

these aren't even my favorite songs...see? I'm trying to be unbiased.


Would be Interesting
1. Rain
2. By the Time
3. Everybody's Talking
4. Big Girl (You Are Beautiful) to serenade Mercedes
5. Relax, Take it Easy


Perfectly Acceptable Songs 
(Crap, I better not put every single song on here)
6. Teardrop (during a sad montage)
7.  You Made Me --a solo song for Artie or Tina walking through the hallways...ok I'm starting to just list whatever songs
8. Your Sympathy--Another solo wistfully staring at lockers and windows song
9. loverboy (for Kurt)
10. boy toy (Kurt-- would have been better before he came out though, maybe singing it while staring longingly at Finn)
11. Happy Ending
12. Any Other Word
13. Touches You

I'd Want to See Them Do Just Because

1. Blue Eyes
2. We are Golden
3. Over my shoulder

What I ate today V

1. tilapia (with some onion lemon sauce I think) string beans, really soft red potatoes (more like super chunky mashed potatoes)
2. steak sandwich and falafel (I think I'm finally sick of it after having it for the umpteenth time in the last 2 weeks)
3. water

What I ate today IV

1. greek yogurt with honey
2. moroccan chicken cous cous zuchini
3. falafel
4. stonyfield peach yogurt smoothie
5. Orange mango with mangosteen honest ade

What I ate today III (technically what I ate yesterday)

1. stonyfield peach smoothie
2. california roll
3. salmon roe (?) pasta
4. sea urchin pasta


ps.  why is angelina jolie having an affair with a homeless man...still?

Whate I ate today II

1. blueberry Greek yogurt
2. mixed greens kidney beans lima beans string beans tomatoes beets blue cheese balsamic vinegar salad
3. stonyfield peach yogurt smoothie
4. falafel
5. steak shish sandwich

What I ate today

1. pretzels
2. ham and cheese
3. home fries
4. balti chicken
5. string beans cauliflower carrot coins
6. grape juice
7. chocolate milk
8. cherry pie

Mmm mmm Good

Foods I need to try:

1. Poutine : Yumm total comfort food.  Salty chicken gravy, thick soggy fries, and squeaky cheese curds.
2. Vietnamese Sandwich
3. Croque Monsieur
4. Good Salted Caramel
5. Tamale (only had a little bit once)
6. Arabic Gum icecream

want.

at aldo.

Reasons/Excuses

I love how people point to an cultural defining trait as the reason that they "always anticipate the worst" or "take success with a grain of salt" or whatever other slew of cautious-about-life cliches.  But really, anyone can do it.  I'm Chinese. I'm from The South.  I'm from LA.  I'm Jewish.  I'm Catholic.  I'm from Manhattan.  I'm Polish.  The listener(s) always nod in acknowledgement of this apparently culturally unique characteristic, as if it explains everything.  But it does not, obviously.  I think people should just say "well I'm human so..."

five.

The number of times a certain professor has worn purple this semester.  I think my favorite article(s) of clothing were his violet argyle socks.  But the periwinkle pashmina was a nice touch.

Psych Experiment Day 1/How to Annoy an Uptight Person on a Budget

Name: Lawrence Oswald
Stimulus: Clicking Pen
Number of Clicks before subject snapped: 6
Time: 3 seconds

Sorry for Abandoning You Poor Baby

Dear Blog,

I've put you in the back of my mind, figuring that when something popped into my head worthy(ha) to talk about, I'd find my way back to you again.  But then quite a few days passed and...nothing.  And I figured if I didn't take some initiative, you'd end up being one of my many half-finished (more like a 1/10 finished) journals I have amassed over the years, starting with my second grade diary that I started because I wanted to be like Anne Frank (and that sounds even more horrible when I see it typed out) to the dumb "lifebooks" that we were forced to fill in middle school to now where I taint pretty journals just because the idea of writing is "romantic." O dear lifebooks.  I thought it was utterly stupid to be forced to write--thought it was akin to be forced to create art (though not as dramatic)--nothing could be more contradictory--though I now realize I was being utterly stupid.  But what I still think was obnoxious was that we were made to decorate these journals to "express ourselves." What if I was just a blank personality and I wanted my plain marbled composition notebook to reflect that. Maybe I'm just boring.  Maybe i had no interest in anything besides Q-tips and Post-its. I lost quite a few easy points because of my meek stubbornness.  Tempest in a teapot? Most definitely.  Anyways, sorry for not keeping in touch lately.  I promise to be less MIA.  Actually, not really, since I still hate writing.

See you soon,

Kristy

Someday #3

Someday I will have a canoe in my room to be used as a seating apparatus just like that time in Friends when Chandler and Joey were robbed.  Except they were a lot less happy about having a cool canoe to sit in.  Grass is always greener...

What's in a name

Apparently, if I don't remember someone's name, I make one up for them in my head. Or maybe I'm just really bad with names/have copious amounts of earwax. Anyways, when I realize their real names, it's completely mind-blowing and of course my names for them are always much more fitting. Man, their parents should have consulted me before sticking their spawn with totally wrong monikers.

Examples.

1. girl I thought was named Jennifer (said with a hard J, not sung as in Jennifer Juniper): real name--Ann(e). Totally wrong, she's short but totally sturdy looking with matching unamused/aggressive personality. So not delicate Anne...

2. girl I thought was named Justine: real name--Evelyn. Umm, she's loud, brash and slightly obnoxious, with matching too- dark tan and  bracelets coating her forearms. not some 50s WASP with a blonde perm.

3. Dude I thought was named Billy: real name Ben. Ben? Is such a goody-goody if slightly mischevious-but-charms-all-the-teachers kinda name. Or the name of some tall dude that don't talk much. This dude is a downright chattering buttmunch full of jokes that aren't funny and slightly racist. SOUNDS LIKE A BILLY TO ME (sorry other Billys).


These poor kids. Destined to wander through life with a pseudonym and they don't even know it...

Let's be Passive Aggressive/Boys and Girls, Girls and Boys

I love how when one female says to another female "oh_____, I love you," it could be the greatest diss in the world.  Same with "Haha OMG, you're so cute!"

I also love when people make it look like they're about to say something and then sigh dramatically and  go "oh...nevermind" and then either keep on fake mumbling to themselves to try to get you to ask "WHAT." or act like a martyr for not voicing their backhanded compliment aloud.  Gee, thanks for  being so considerate.

And it's just super awesome when you're having stifled conversation and he/she snickers at every answer you say.  WHAT, WHAT'S SO FUNNY ABOUT CROCHETING POTHOLDERS IN MY SPARE TIME?

Recently, I was reading Medea, and of course the plot/main source of conflict was the apparent differences between a man and a woman. No, this isn't biology class, stop giggling, I'm talking about the other difference. How, apparently, Jason, was the epitome of masculinity because of his supposed rationality, which was most expertly displayed through his eloquent speeches. And tomboy Medea could never be like that, no matter how much she tried because of the typical womanly wiles which made her all pms-y and emotional and stuff (What kind of wuss gets emotional and angry when her husband abandons her for another woman and subsequently leaves her to be a social outcast?) , the same excuses that kept Mrs. Clinton from being the head of the White House 'cause God FORBID she decided to launch a nuclear war or something because it was that time of the month (yeah yeah there were other reasons but this isn't a political rant--not that I'm capable of that anyways).

But then I was thinking, this is SO UNTRUE. Hello, if you've ever been a female between the ages of 4 and 89, you'd know that girls are queen of squashing the lesser with bullying demagoguery. And that boys are the ones that let their testosterone-y emotions get the better of them and start giving each other black eyes while girls can do the same thing verbally and emotionally while smiling the WHOLE time. Who's the more "rational" sex now, huh?

Not that it's anything to brag about, either way, it's a real catch-22 for ladies. No matter which situation it is, boys are made out to be the cool kids that everyone wants to be: they're either calm and logical, or adorably, endearingly, simple. Not so for the girls-- we're either the weaker sex, or the evil sex, yay, it's hard to decide which one is more awesome.

You Betcha!/Dumb

All the people who support Sarah Palin and other similarly incompetent famous persons, I wish they would state sound reasons regarding WHY they support her instead of shaking their heads at the critics and deeming them merely as "haters."  Tell me that you don't support abortion because it's "killing a life" fine. That you support abstinence.  That you believe illegal immigrants affect the well-being of our country.  That imposing democracy is the only way.  Fine.  But when you fail to have reasons to back up your beliefs, there's a problem.  Too often they have nothing to say besides enveloping everything within "intolerance for their point of view" Those poor conservatives, always the minority.


And sometimes I feel like being irrational myself, and just saying, "You don't have a different opinion, YOU'RE JUST WRONG."



Ahem.  Mature? Yes I am.

Shoe Swear (off)/Comma Splice?

Never Shall I wear

1. Crocs (Uh DUH. You know there's something wrong with them when they don't even look cute on a baby. No, not even the less hideous styles. And they're not even that comfortable)

2. Uggs (Slightly harder since they're so much more widely accepted by the masses. Trends are trends for a reason--but still no, I still firmly believe that they should not be worn by anyone unless he/she lives in an igloo. And who are they trying to bullshit with their newer, "chic" styles? Not gonna work without a brand repackage my friend. Oh, I'm sorry, did I give you hope? Nope, don't even try)

3. CRUGGS (not really a vow, never have and never will have the remotest tinge of longing to wear those "shoes"--can you believe they're selling them at Macy's? Seriously, who's Macy's tryin' to kid? Are they supposed to be gag gifts?

4. Birkenstocks (Ugly Ugly Ugly don't understand why would you buy an ugly shoe that gets rattier with age--and not a cool "worn-in look"--more like "foot-fungus-has-completely-established-residency-here-and-will-never-ever-ever-move-out" look. And what makes it worse is, it doesn't even know it's ugly, I mean maybe it would be foot-worthy if it was flamboyantly proud-of-it ugly (sorry Cruggs, doesn't apply to you), but no, it thinks it's cool-kids-table worthy. Step back (haha pun) kids... don't even try)

Shoes OMG Shoes ( J.Crew Edition)

I never bothered to look at J.Crew shoes before, after seeing their flats and flip-flops in stores, I figured it'd just be overpriced and cheap quality. But to my surprise, I happily discovered I was wrong. Apparently many of their shoes are handmade in Italy, upping the sturdiness quite a bit while still maintaining their aesthetic.

I'm still not sure how I feel about wedges/platforms. Chunky or Clunky? These definitely have an ugly-pretty quality about them.

But these ankle boots are just plain pretty. A simple but flattering silhouette in all the basic colors with minimal stitching/lines.

Menswear inspired. Military meets Moccasin.

From the boy's section--sometimes having small feet is a good thing.

classroom education

9:11 AM- walk into class, one other girl there. We introduce ourselves. " Hi." "Hiii." and scramble to make small talk "Do you know anything about the professor? So the syllabus..." Let's call her B.

9:11:20--girl (let's call her G) with ear buds walks in during our attempt to bond over the impending class. Apparently she can hear, though. She helpfully adds in, " My friend took this class last semester. She said the professor is really boring but if you read the books it's really easy." Well no shit. Next you're going to tell me children are really hard to raise but if you feed them it'll be fine. I try to verbally roll my eyes politely by contributing "haha I never read the books for my last class," thinking I'll tap into the mutual understanding of communal slacking all students share. but B simply answers, "Oh." She is not impressed.

9:13 AM-human walks in. Girl? Boy? Lesbian? Stay tuned to find out

9:13:30 AM-girl walks in and says "HEYYY" thinking she's just really friendly, I say "Hiii and :)." But she's talking to someone she actually knows that's sitting behind me. Well that was awkward.

9:17 AM -girl comes in and sits down. Takes off jacket, revealing the shirt she's wearing underneath. It's this cool cream-colored knit/crotcheted sweater thing. Interesting, but clearly a mass version perfect for placing in H&M or Forever 21. No hate.

9:20 AM-girl walks in with the same knit/crocheted sweater thing. Oops, seems like both decided to show off new clothes they bought during the break. they both take alternating peripheral glances at each other. The slightest tension ensues--until both pretend that they did not notice. Girl 1 hunches over desk and rapidly begins jotting fake but clearly very important notes. Girl 2 subtly turns away in attempt to hide from the offending evidence as well. Girl 2 notices that I notices. Well that's awkward. She continues to catch me acknowledging the faux pas throughout the period.

9:30 AM-Professor walks in. Nice shoes, nice watch, niiicee bag, respectable suit and tie. A typical Manhattan male.

9:35 AM-Role Call. Guess what, that girl/boy/lesbian is named....Rebecca. Soft voice, yup, it's a female. Congratulations, it's a girl. But given the way she straddles her chair like she has balls to air out, lesbian-ness is not ruled out. Has the voice of a butterfly, the posture of a linebacker.

9:40 AM Summarizing of class, starting with Augustine. And we're off.

9:55 AM blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

10:00 AM sneaking glances at the clock like no other. Move over, 007. Too bad 1st graders read analog clocks faster than I do.

10:15 AM fascinating stuff, yet, I'm slowly dying...

10:30 AM Done! I'd say the semester is off to a good start, kids.

tengo un gato in mis pantalones pero realmente no

I love stuff that is absolutely random just because. Like funny noises or Amy Sedaris or mushroom backpacks. What exactly is a mushroom backpack anyways? I have no idea but I'll think about it later while I'm helping underprivileged hippos see the statue of liberty. I think random stuff involving animals are funny; which is probably why I think I Am the Walrus and Effervescing Elephant are hilarious. Not hahahahaa hilarous, just giggle once or twice like a five year old. I'm bored but not really, fake blood is gross.

I guess I'll post something from my shop so this isn't a complete waste of a post.

rainbow pieces.

Health Nut/Happy Friday

Today I had a total of 6 hashbrowns. I am ashamed and yet, my tastebuds and stomach bow down to me in worship. Today was a good day.

I'm watching South Park and I'm trying not to like it because of years of prejudice as I write this

There's so much I want to put here but I'm just too...lazy. I wish there was a usb for brain to computer. I hope mother and father (or any other older relative that will inevitably hold this valuable truth over my head while cackling smugly) never read this, of course they'll be like "AHA! She admits to it!" When I have spent my entire life time (and will continue for all eternity) denying that laziness will ever be a word that even touches my character. Hmm maybe I should click "delete" now and erase all evidence so that all the remains is a faint memory of my confession and then all I have to do is obliterate the memory and MISSION ACCOMPLISHED a la 1984. But onwards I shall plow, because I'm a risk-taker like that. What can I say, I live on the edge.

Do you know what else is annoying about laziness? When words require accent marks and other fancy decoration but it takes soo much more effort to copy paste or look up the shortcuts to make those ornamentation thingys.

And I forgot what I was thinking about again.

I guess I'll make a list of random "facts"

1. I had this really scary dream yesterday but it takes too much effort to describe it. Basically it was another tooth falling out nightmare. And NO, mr. dentist, it doesn't have anything to with the condition of my teeth, just another of those insight-into-your-subconscious/psyche-dreams. Comforting right, self?

2. Pretty handwriting makes me willing to read the most boring crap. Most of the time.

3. I used to be able to eat those ketchup packets that you get from fast-food restaurants. Well the ketchup inside, not the packet itself. Basically just sucking out ketchup. Thinking about it now makes me want to gag.

4. I wish I was organized for the sake of clothes and shoes and socks. Not for frivolous stuff like academic or financial reasons naw.

5. I forgot what I was thinking again

6. Still thinking

7. I feel frustrated as of this moment. Nothing serious, just enough to make me want to sigh dramatically.

8. I like the After Hours by Velvet Underground. I hate it when after hearing a song over and over again it becomes comforting, yeah but the spark that comes from listening to it for the first time disappears.

9. I still haven't remembered the thing(s) I forgot

10. I'm going to sleep now

I want a typewriter/I am extremely fond of parentheses

It is far more satisfying typing on my painfully outdated dell desktop keyboard (wow, it has a cord and everything) than it is on the soft effortless keys of my mac book. That may be the only thing I miss. Besides the occasional issues in compatibility.

I want this. Apparently (apparently? it is!) it's made of eco-friendly bamboo and has that old-timey charm of wooden furniture.


But who uses a personal desk top anymore (besides my dad)?

And aesthetically pleasing at it is, I can't completely heart it knowing that the whole point of using man made plastics is because they were found to be far more effective, constructive and durable (the same thoughts pain me when I covet romantically lovely vintage telephones). But, it's not like I'm remotely tech-savvy or anything, so I guess it wouldn't hurt me to focus primarily on looks. And seeing as how tech stuff these days becomes obsolete within a couple years or even months, eco-friendly bamboo may be the way to go.

But this. THIS. I have no rationalization for needing this. Except that I WANT IT.