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foggy

So gorgeous!!

long dream

From the my dream diary (aka the second lecture of my Music History class):

It was a prison camp of sorts, but not like the one college students go home to during their breaks. There was no mother to feed and clothe you, no father to ask if you had enough money to spend and to tell you to keep away from the boys. In this prison, you knew to keep away from the men.

We were kept in an empty storefront, a building with only 3 walls. The door was wide open–in fact, that particular wall had been knocked down years ago, an open challenge to us prisoners. Run, it seemed to say, run and see how far you get. That unwritten taunt seemed to be more daunting than any concrete wall could have been.

I had a room upstairs that I had randomly stumbled upon by scaling stairs and fire escapes. They didn’t know that I was sneaking off for hours at a time and that always seemed to give me a most thrilling feeling. I had long considered escaping on the rooftops but I didn’t think it could be feasible. In hindsight, I’m sure that she had snipers on the roof, but at the time, I think I was just worried about the unrealistic length that I had to jump to safety.

The guards, the soldiers, the men who kept guard leaned against the walls to the left and right of the prison, arms crossed over their chests, unperturbedly conversing with their neighbors. They never looked at us, but always at the street as if expecting one of us to just appear halfway down the street. The men were lined up in a row around her, wearing their smirks like I was wearing my don’t-notice-me body language, waiting for on her finger for instructions. She was intense–she had to be, as the leader of these men. Rocking some black army boots, surrounded by the very men whom she ruled, her projected persona was enough to deter me from entering open space.

I eventually made friends, 2 of them, a white boy who gave me the impression he was from Australia and another one whose face I can’t seem to place (I think I liked him less). One day, the nameless and faceless one tried to escape and I followed him, thinking that it would also be my chance for freedom. We ducked and dodged bullets flying at us and I remember thinking that I was definitely going to be shot. I’m not proud of it, but I stood behind a man and used his body as a shield–he had either seen the two of us run out into the open and assumed that he’d have a chance to escape or his body was just one that had been shot at over the years and left to decompose.

We ran into a Chinese restaurant across the street and I seriously reconsidered scaling the rooftops to escape but before I could move, the woman was there. She looked at the Chinese restaurant owner and asked him where we were. He gave up our location quickly, after she threatened to kill his family, all of whom were in the restaurant at the time. Afterward, thinking about it, I may have been a little disappointed that he was of my ethnicity and that he had indirectly sanctioned our death.

Long story short, we (including my Australian friend) were captured and brought to a large auditorium-sized room. Inside were children with special needs and children with developmental disorders–scores of individuals she had deemed unworthy of living. We were brought to the front of the room and told that everyone in here was to die. She wanted to euthanize us (and wrongly so) in a way very very vaguely reminiscent of Hitler’s desire to wipe out the Jews. And then I woke up in the morning to that revelation!

Here’s to hoping someone discovers this as a possible script for Hollywood and then gives me some royalties!

take a second gander

My new favorite logo is the FedEx logo because apparently I’ve been blind and foolish this whole time and now I finally see the greatness that is this logo!

Also the Baskin Robbins’ logo is pretty bomb. There’s all this subliminal imagery going on and I’ve never realized it!

SEE IT?! SEE THE SUBLIMINAL GREATNESS THAT IS THEIR MARKETING/BRANDING TACTIC? Awesome.

my youth

Vegas was GREAT! I barely paid for anything (entrance into clubs and beach clubs were done through a promoter) and no one threw up! Hooray! That’s a feat in itself.

The highlight was definitely winning a gross gain of $2.25, and a net of $1.25. Yeah. Ask me for my secrets. Our first night, I saw Samantha Ronson DJ (is this spelled like this when used as a verb?) and those guys who sang the Dougie song in a club, which was pretty awesome. I think the scariest (or rather, the most bewildering) part of it was that seven girls getting ready took 2 hours. I don’t even remember eating dinner one of the nights…’cause I feel like those were the hours that we spent getting ready. But kekeke, what a fun group of girls!!

But I’m still looking forward to going again in September! Mainly because I wanna see the sights this time and the magic that is Vegas! …Okay, and maybe I wanna see someone carry around and finish that gigantic long alcohol-filled tube (which I have already tentatively nicknamed the Tube of Threatening Terror but I’m still open to suggestions).

But in hindsight, it really does take a week (for my weak body) to rebound from Vegas. Which is both pleasing and frustrating because during that week, I got into the habit of napping around dinner time. Now, when I feel hungry, I also feel sleepy. Hmm.

time and money

Something great to remember as all most of us are approaching our last year in college. Carpe the shit out of this year’s diem. (Sorry, Diem, this was not in reference to you.)

ahza

I had a great 21st birthday. Thanks for everyone who remembered and made it such a special day–from waking up from a nap and seeing people surrounding my bed with cake and good wishes to waking up from a nap to go hit a bar (and get hit on).

I think the theme of this year’s birthday has been made clear. But even though I was sick for my birthday (who catches a COLD in August?!) I’m glad I had a chance to experience the usual turning-21 activities…aka legally drinking.

I’m so thankful for Steven and the roomies for making it a great birthday. Thanks Kelley for driving all the way here to get me buzzed slash a little drunk. And thanks self control, for not freaking out about being buzzed slash a little drunk.

Also, not my favorite present by far (I’m a sucker for handmade books by sweet boys) but these things are DERICIOUS. As in, you must be freaking deranged  if you don’t think they’re licious!

In case anyone is interested in attaining material happiness via chocolate consumption, a box of 30 bars is roughly $25 on Amazon. Just getting it out there. (Aka I will split it with you!)

temporary joys

Movies that I’ve seen so far this summer in order of most liked to least liked. It’s been a good summer.

  • Blue Valentine: The acting was so realistic, the emotions so real, and Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams were so emotionally HURT.
  • Crazy, Stupid, Love!
  • Love Me If You Dare (Jeux d’enfants): LOVED it, loved Marion Cotillard, loved what they DID to each other.
  • An Education: It made me really sad in the end to see how much Carey Mulligan’s character had grown up.
  • No Strings Attached: I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked this movie. I think it might have to do with my crush on Natalie Portman.
  • Time Traveler’s Wife
  • The Departed: It made me nervous, the intrigue did.
  • Meet the Robinsons!
  • It’s Kind of a Funny Story
  • Sherlock Holmes
  • Whip It
  • Morning Glory