still waiting out this lifetime

My mom called today. Apparently we're having C and A's families over for Thanksgiving dinner... I'm not that close with either of them. It's a little strange. At least I'll see A and J on Wendesday, hopefully. I don't know if I'll get a chance to see the Huangs.

Other than Wednesday, though, my break needs to be dedicated to doing a lot of work. I'm going to have to figure out how to pack for this, considering that I don't want to bring a lot back.

Star Trek came out Tuesday on DVD, so J and I went over to D's after dinner to watch it. His roommates were occupying the TV watching college basketball, so we just hung around the kitchen table, talking and such.

We didn't get to watching Star Trek until about 11 or 11:30, but I entertained myself until then with the model of the Enterprise that came with the DVD. I totally zoomed that thing around in "warp speed". I possibly was at the mentality of a six-year-old last night. Finally getting to rewatch Star Trek was great though, because Chris Pine is delicious and I love Zachary Quinto. It's fun to rewatch things, because I saw everything in a slightly different light, knowing more about Star Trek in general than I did upon the first viewing of the movie. Little details! Knowing how things turn out! Tributes to the original series! Mmm, Captain Fine.

I think too much forced Nano writing earlier this month has turned me off writing for a while. I need a break. It could also be due to the rain and the pressure of looming finals. I wish I could get my act together regarding mail and printing things out. I also have to remember to buy Christmas cards (and collect addresses), and get on buying my brother's Christmas present.

I don't feel as organized as I'd like to be (or feel like I should be). I need more to do lists and better adherance to them and the ability to cross things off and feel accomplished.

Ugh, UNC lost to Syracuse tonight.

[x] 如果的事

She said, "We'll never be more than this." And he never knew what she meant. He forgot the words, with time, but they are brought back in a haze of alcohol three years later in a smoky, dimly-lit bar. He remembers her face, her hands, the silhouette of her back when she walks away. He remembers the empty smile she gives him the next time they meet, perfectly civil and emotionally unavailable. He's not sure even now what he should have said, or if it would have made a difference. The world continues spinning - figuratively and literally - and he realizes he's tipped off the stool in his stupor. One foot meets the ground abruptly, jerking him to a stop, and a hand catches his upper arm to steady him. He looks blankly at the figure holding him up, his anchor to this dusky reality, and his mind is working slowly but he registers the face of his friend, looking at him with concern. He wishes it were her, instead; wishes he had known the words.

还记得那场音乐会的烟火♪

This has been a particularly spacey week for me. I have been more mentally and emotionally disengaged from life than I've been in a while, I think. I take forever responding to IMs and text messages because I forget I was talking to people, and I am just not all there in any of my classes anymore - even the ones I find interesting, like Censorship or Korean. It might just be this week, or it might be the timing of the semester.

I need to update my outlines for CWCC and Copyright and start figuring out what's going with Transnational. I need to start printing things and mailing things and applying for summer internships.

I really wish my hair would grow out quicker. I've decided I'm tired of short hair and I should just stick with long hair from now on - I'm pretty girly. I might as well own up to it now. It's at that awkward length right now that is both ugly and irritating.

I have actually been napping a lot this week, either a product or a cause of all my spaciness. I'm not quite sure, but it's been a little strange. Not bad, necessarily, just unusual.

I am excited that the regular season for college basketball is finally off the ground, though! I'm also impressed with how high UNC is ranked preseason despite most of our championship team leaving for the NBA. Here's hoping we do well, still.

I love sending and receiving snail mail. Nothing can quite replace letters, and that is why I will always like cute stationery and cute pens. It brings a smile to people's faces, I think, to get little surprises in the mail. I am definitely sending out Christmas cards again this year.

I also love my family and it's been nice to be reminded of that recently.

Hey, I think, no matter what, it's going to be all right. :)

You're smiling like you've never forgotten how, wide and beautiful. There's joy in your laughter and in the way your arm slides around me, comfortable, like it's always belonged there. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't help following your every move, feeling like there's only the two of us in this big, big world.

There are these memories you'll never be able to take from me. These gorgeous, golden memories that define a lifetime of everyday epiphanies.

even if I'm born again, it's still only you

100 Some Things I Should Have Done Instead of Going to Law School

01. Gone skydiving.
-Without a parachute.
-It’s, I think, a fairly accurate analogy of going to law school.

03. Re-enacted the Bourne Trilogy.
-Any excuse for more Matt Damon in my life.
-And you know you’ve always wanted to jump from rooftop-to-rooftop in Tunisia while questioning your identity, self-worth, and future.
-This is also not a bad analogy to law school.

09. Gone around town correcting signs for inappropriate apostrophe usage’s and other speling and grammer mistake.
-People who make typoes should got to hell!

24. Hailed every van cab in New York City in hopes of getting the Cash Cab.
-Carry lots of money in the meantime because cabs in New York…not so cheap.

27. Won the lottery.

48. Gone to King’s Cross Station and ran at a wall. You know which wall.

49. Learned to understand America’s favorite pastime.
-That is, baseball. Which is different from South Korea's favorite pastime, which is apparently protesting.
-On a slightly off-topic note, I’ve always thought pastime should be spelled with two “t”s.

50. Found Waldo.

61. Gone to culinary school.

78. Ran around spoiling things for people.
-Soylent Green is people. The boat sinks. It was Earth all along. It was his sled. The slipper fits. He’s Luke’s father. They die in the end. Snape kills Dumbledore. Jesus dies. Sort of.

98. Read her poker face.



I've finally finished this list! Now to do something with it...

if i was ever yours, i never knew

Funny story: little things hurt my feelings. Weird how that happens. The end. Great story, right?

Moving on: there are two types of people who top my list of personal pet peeves. The average person may not be annoyed by them, by these two groups get my collective hate.

1. radio show hosts
2. music snobs

Not going to go into a detailed rant, but let me sum up the first by saying, "Seriously, why are they allowed to talk?" and to sum up the second by saying, "Please go die in a fire." Except not. Just. Listen to what you like and let everyone else listen to what they like because, guess what, music tastes are personal preferences and that is all okay.

Two songs recently have been looping on my iTunes: (1) 김희철 - 초별 and (2) 조규현 - 7년간의 사랑.

I guess I've always been kind of a ballad girl, if it's the right kind of ballad. Usually I say this only about Chinese ballads because those are the easiest for me to learn to sing along to but, hey, I can totally understand the titles of these Korean ballads. It's a start.

Making an effort to send out mail. Time to hie myself to the post office an acquire some stamps.