Sunday, September 27, 2009


Just wanted my handful of readers to know that I haven't jumped ship on this blog. My lack of updates can be attributed to two main factors:

1.) My internship ended. Hallelujah! I can interact with real people now!
2.) I've been starting entries here and there but haven't really come up with one I like enough to post.

More lists:

- cat
- dining room table
- the return of the queen!!!
- glee
- warm socks

- cat peeing in sunroom
- disease
- volcanoes on my face
- how much my textbooks cost this quarter
- chicago weather

Yay for lists. Lists are so easy. If I could get away with it every entry in this blog would be in list form.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


Over the years, awkwardness has gone from being portrayed by the media as generally negative trait to a cute, kitschy quality that sets someone apart and inspires many humorous situations. George Michael Bluth, Michael Scott, and Dan Humphrey all make it look cute and quirky on screen to us sheeple, probably because they themselves are attractive or lovable young men in the first place. But as a result of awkwardness now being a positive thing in TV shows and movies, so many young people now claim to be awkward themselves. "Ha, I just tripped over that rock! I'm awkward." Or, "Wow, I didn't know what to say to my significant others' mother! I'm awkward." My favorite: "I love watching Juno because I'm awkward, just like her!"

Oh, I'm so cute with my puppy-dog face and snug-fitting hoodie

As someone who is actually perpetually awkward - and uncomfortably so - I am irked to no end by this phenomenon. Go find another problematic character trait to complain about - y'all are stealing my thunder here! Awkwardness in real life is rarely, if ever, cute. Trailing off sentences, toeing the line between funny and offensive, not being able to carry on a conversation, lacking the confidence to say what you really mean - in my opinion, these are the things define awkward people, and they are more painful than funny 99.9% of the time.

My most awkward memory in recent times: I attempted to make an insightful comment in the first day of my winter quarter Sosc class that inadvertently turned out comparing mentally retarded people to cheetahs. After I realized what my words implied, I tried backtracking and explaining my point again but it really made no difference - the damage was done. People had registered my words and were already glaring at me or looking at me with shocked expressions. The class remained silent for a few seconds afterwards and my teacher tried to do damange control by re-stating what I'd said in a more politically correct way. "Uh, what Rose really meant to say was that..."

It was awful and I didn't dare speak up for the rest of the discussion. I can look back on it now and sort of laugh at myself/not take it too seriously but believe me, at the time it was awful and nowhere near cute at all.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Michael, look at banner!


Kanye West and Lady GaGa are coming to Chi-town on November 2nd. I am seriously jizzing myself right now.

I need to go to this show. I don't care who I have to kill, seduce, etc or if I have to sell my Runescape account for tickets - I am going.

That is all I have to say today.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Family Love Michael

Last night, two of my good friends and I went to the Allstate Arena in Rosemont, Illinois to catch the tail end of Britney Spears' Circus tour. BritBrit put on a really fantastic, energetic show and all her fans were super pumped up the whole time. It was a thoroughly fun and exciting experience, but what really made the night were the snippets of people I saw and conversations I heard.

First of all, the girl-guy ratio was probably 5:1. I wasn't expecting otherwise, but what did surprise me was the way these girls were dressed and made up - judging by some of their outfits, the real circus was offstage. Lady GaGa hair bowties, metallic leggings with strategic slits, poofy party dresses, streaks of dyed hair layered under trendy platinum blond bobs, 5-inch studded heels, full faces of impeccable, outrageous makeup - if you've seen it in a Katy Perry music video, these ladies were probably rocking it. It was overwhelming just walking through the hordes of excited young girls (how much do I sound like a pedophile right now...) who were all chomping gum, applying lipgloss, and gripping pink iPhones in their perfectly manicured fingers.

By contrast, I was wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, and Pumas. My hair was down and the only thing that was in it was probably a dead gnat. So in addition to looking homeless compared to these teenage glamazons, I also stuck out like a sore thumb because I was one of maybe ten Asians who attended the show.

One particularly memorable episode happened on our way out after the concert ended. The crowd was milling out slowly and my friends and I happened to be walking near these three girls who were dressed even more outrageously than most. One of them was wearing a frilly pink dress that kind of looked like this:

She was also rocking crazy high stiletto pumps, black framed glasses, and a beehive so big it would've put Amy Winehouse to shame. Her friends were dressed equally crazy - I remember a blonde one and another who looked 12 years old and was wearing a tunic that just barely made it below her derriere. I'll refer to them as Pinky, no-name, and Underage, and this is what I managed to hear of their conversation as they wobbled alongside us:

Pinky: (shouting at the crowd) Why are you all giving us such dirty looks? Like, haven't you seen a girl in a dress before? God! Perverts!
Noname: (who at this point apparently was fighting with some other girl) You little betch! Who the fuck do you think you are? You wanna take this outside in the parking lot, huh?
Underage: (huffs) God!
Noname: You dirty little betch! You wanna fight? I don't see you putting your little fists up, honey!
Pinky: God, like, what the hell!
Noname: That dirty little betch! She was like, too scared to fight me!

The whole time my friends and I were staring straight ahead, trying not to make eye contact and explode with laughter. I wish I could've taped their voices - the way they talked was just so funny and unreal. I've always thought those crazy reality TV stars you see on MTV and VH1 were all just exaggerated versions of real people but last night I definitely learned otherwise.

Which brings me to the point of this entry:

Being at UChicago is like running around underground with a bunch of moles. Nobody cares about how they look - in our minds, we all have bigger agendas, like philosophic mole discussions and moley problem sets. Every once in a while though, it's nice to pop out and take in a refreshing breath of air from an entire other world.

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Oprah is way too powerful.

For two days, three blocks of Chicagoland's famous Magnificent Mile are being roped off for the season premiere of Oprah Winfrey's talk show. (Link here)

My question is: how the hell does one person have enough sway to fence off one of the busiest streets in America for so long? I'm okay with Christopher Nolan taking over Wacker Drive for filming the epic car chase scene in The Dark Knight, but do the streets of the Magnificent Mile really need to be blocked for just one episode of one show for one woman? That's thousands of dollars' worth of traffic re-routing, security, and minutes lost to commuters, yo.

I iz in ur streetz, blockin off ur GAP storez.

Who am I kidding. If I had half the clout she did I'd be deliberately jamming traffic in a different city every morning too.

Friday, September 04, 2009

Law school

Ever since I casually mentioned to my mom that I've been entertaining the idea of attending law school after graduation, my life has been plagued by unrest and misery.

"The median GPA of entering Harvard Law students is between a 3.74 and a 3.91. Do you have that? I don't THINK SO, young lady. Go study!"

"OMG Harvard is only 40k a year! You told me it was 70k! If it's 40k I'll pay for it. But only if it's Harvard. Or Yale. Stanford is okay too. Now go study!"

"You're not getting dinner tonight unless you go study."

I'm exaggerating everything but you get the point - she basically already thinks it's too late for me to go to graduate school because I haven't prepared enough...and the funny thing is, I always ask her "Go study for what??" Then she pauses, huffs, and walks away mumbling more statistics under her breath. I think that by bringing up law school I've rejuvenated "school mode Mom". If I'm not studying for a standardized test at all times then I am wasting my life and am doomed to failure and homelessness.

In all seriousness though, today I started looking up some law schools and it just brought back an all too familiar flood of anxiety and despair. I stupidly thought that after the grueling college process I'd never have to face any of this admissions bullshit anymore. But here I am at square one again, whoring my paycheck out to Kaplan and Princeton Review. And while I'm definitely concerned enough about my future, knowing that there's someone else who is ten times more hopeful and anxious for me to succeed can be kind of painful sometimes.

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

New camera

Two posts in one day, a first for this blog!

Today, I purchased the Canon PowerShot SD1200IS 10MP digital camera in light gray from Amazon. I have been sans camera for the entire summer (with the exception of last week, when I used my parents') and have been doing my research like a good little girl for quite a while now. It came down to between this and the Canon PowerShot SD780IS 12.1 MP digital camera, but ultimately I went with the 1200 because it was about 50 bucks cheaper and looked 10X less fug.

I also picked up a memory card, tripod, and case. The case is adorable but I don't know if it's going to Whatever, if it doesn't work out then I'll just use it to carry around some crack cocaine.

I still miss my terribly outdated Canon PowerShot SD550 though. It was my baby. My scratched up, de-magnetized, emotionally abused baby.


I am turning into a cat lady. And this blog is turning into a cat blog.

After a few days of calling our kitten various things such as "the mao" and "it", my mom, sister, and I started using our own names for him.

Mom: "Sushi, come here!"
Me: "Sushi? You mean Louis?"

Then one day my family and I finally (and somewhat accidentally) found the perfect name for him. We had just finished buying Sushi/Louis/Tomo a collar and a scratching post from the Kentlands Petsmart and it was around noon so we went to Yoyogi sushi for lunch. There, I ordered mochi, a Japanese ice cream-like dessert that we all liked so much that we decided to name our kitty after it.

So that's settled, yay!

Mochi the kitten is absolutely adorable and super friendly. He loves napping, exploring, eating crickets (ew), and having his neck and tummy scratched for hours on end. He will nuzzle your hand until you scratch him and then he starts purring deeply and rolling over to expose his soft white belly. He's also super sneaky - sometimes we have to search the house for hours before we realize he's hidden in some corner of a bookshelf, curled up in a cozy ball of cuteness, snoring away.

I already miss him so much but I know he's really happy at home with my family, who adores him. Even my dad, who usually isn't a huge fan of animals, really likes Mochi. We haven't had a real pet (fish and obsese guinea pigs do not count) in so long that we were initially pretty nervous, but now we all fight over who gets to play with him first, lol. As corny as it sounds, he kind of brings the family together.

Anyway, I was recently contacted by HydeParkCats, a volunteer-based organization in the neighborhood that finds homes for strays. They asked if we'd be willing to provide a foster home for a momma cat or some of her adorable newborn kittens. I agreed so hopefully if things work out I may have a temporary kitty to play with! :) :) :)

This post was ridiculously cheesy and weird, but I don't care. I am totally turning into a crazy cat lady, building up my arsenal of furry feline friends.

Frizzy orange hair, knitted multicolored shawl, crabby recluse personality - here I come!