Lucky Post and End of 2010

                This is post number 88, which is very, very lucky. In Asian standards. Lucky post, let’s go! So, today is the final day before 2011. The year of our graduation (some of you readers, anyhow). I think that means that I should write a legitimate post. That involves some kind of actual writing fiction. Sorry if you actually like reading real posts, and I’ve been posting up things that well… that I care about. And that I find interesting. Unfortunately, my sense of humor is rather… specific, so it’s not as interesting to other people… Too many references, nee?

                Also, I have managed to do absolutely no homework within this break thus far. You know how I totally planned on writing my short story during break? Not sure that’s going to happen. I imagined it out… kind of… but it’s not getting written. I just found that there’s so much to do, so many parties, so little time. Also, I have become nocturnal. I only sleep when my parents wake up again in the middle of the night at yell at me for not sleeping. Shame, I used to be such a good kid. And then I wake up with a pounding headache… oh goodness, my nights are just a bit too long. Also probably dehydrated.

                I also have an awesome new set of speakers in my room. And I threw away the old, and reorganized everything. I dearly hope that I didn’t throw away anything that was necessary. I’ve been kind worried about that. I’m pretty sure I threw about approximately 3.5 years of my life. It feels refreshing… I even replaced my childhood pictures with more recent ones. Again, extremely refreshing. Although I have to admit having someone that looks like you stare at you from a picture frame is really, really disturbing at first. My childhood pictures don’t look like me, so I never had that happen before.

                And college is done! I’m happy with whatever happens – I already got into a school that I would like to go to, and applying to more that I would like, too! It’s just perfect. I’m a happy child filled with joy. Redundant, but true. Also… I have yet to talk about writing fiction besides the fact that I haven’t started yet. Oops, sorry.

                Um, maybe I will post again later. This is definitely no longer a writing fiction blog, more like a Pink-feels-like blogging-and-sharing-so-she-will blog. Sorry, if you want to read my writing fiction stuff (like legitimate stuff), please read from the very beginning.

                Well, it’s not like this isn’t helping my writing skills. The more I write, the better I become at it. I find that writing really helps with introspection, although I am slightly wary of doing that online, especially… well. Just I’m wary now, and I wasn’t before. And so even though I’m not writing character sketches, I’m still writing. And you get to see a slice of my life. It’s interesting, nee? If it’s not, just lie to me. I want to believe that I am interesting.

                Either way, I should stop blogging now, and get started on homework that is actually due. Happy new year’s eve, and it was a great 2010! Perhaps I will do a new year’s resolution blog tomorrow… and a reflection of 2010… in addition to wishing Sungmin a happy birthday! I’ve totally been excited about this for about a month or so.

                Byebye, and I’ll see you 2011!

Can't help it, sorry sorry

Pun intended.
I can't help myself ♥
Also, I'm pretty sure none of you will get it, except for Christi

LOL EYEBROWS

I am very, very amuse.

If it doesn't work (it's a gif), click on the picture. It's worth it.

I'm a cactus whisperer

I understand Christi's cactus.
Also, I actually cleaned my room (am in the midst of it) for the first time in like.... 5 ish years. I am throwing away anything and everything! Out with the old, in with the new! Memories? Who needs them.

I find it hilarious that they pose with kitchen utensils.

Finished!

I'm done with all college apps ever! Be proud, be very proud.
Also, I understand more Chinese than I thought. I like shows that are in Chinese. I laugh at the stuff in the shows and the Chinese and how they butcher EVERY SINGLE LANGUAGE EVER.

Tee hee It makes me joyous

*Amused* I wonder why they all do that. Like pat their hair down on the sides.

What's going on

I have lost all concept of "work ethic." It's like it doesn't exist for me anymore. What's going on...
It's like I don't understand what "homework" is either.
And lost all motivation to do anything besides listen to music and watch videos all day. No... will... to... continue...

Boxing day shopping

So today I went shopping. Like Black Friday. I kind of really did not enjoy it. I am not an extra extra large, okay? Or an extra extra small. I'm not even a large or small. I'm just a medium, which apparently everyone is. It makes shopping rather impossible.

I'm tired, and actually really sore for some reason. My back, it hurts. I'm getting really old...

Sharing vids again! Because really, I am far too lazy to ever write again. Including my short story.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

I almost missed my deadline *scared* but I made it! Just barely!
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!

It's been a while since I've posted a picture of GD up, hasn't it? 

Laughing Gas on Christmas Eve

Guess what? I have successfully... PROCRASTINATED YET ANOTHER DAY! I have completely accepted that I'm going to UChicago, and I'm just having fun with life now. Happy Christmas Eve! Today, my parents and I (read as: my parents while I grouched on the sidelines when they forced me to come down and participate in activities, thus making it so that I can't watch videos of Super Junior) set up our orange tree as a Christmas tree. It's very... tropical. All I want for Christmas is (Super Junior!). Okay, done being a fan. More sharing of videos!


Super Junior E.H.B Episode 5 Part 1 ENG SUB
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I wish everyone a happy holiday season!

Eve eve?

Surprise! It's Christmas Eve... eve? Yet again, I do not want to blog. I have been watching (what else) Super Junior shows all day. If only I knew Korean. That would make finding these videos so much easier... well, finding versions that I can comprehend.
I shall share my love of them with you. Here's part 1 of 8 of the best episode in the world.


Teukie is such a good mom, haha.

So, I've been a good girl...

Okay, so it's kind of late, and I want to continue watching Super Junior in Idol World instead of blogging. I've been blogging about real things for a long time, so I think I deserve to  have a post that is just for me. After all, it's not like any of you read my blog except for when I'm overly dramatic anyhow. And then you spread it like the latest gossip. Flames eating up dry grass. You all are way bored aren't you. I scorn you all. Except for Inx. He's a good person.
Either way, I want to post something.
I will post up a video instead of scorning you guys more, because this way, I can be happy and you guys cannot have more gossip fodder. Take that. 



I find it just a bit sad that Sungmin looks sexier as a girl than I do. Than a vast majority of girls do. There is something wrong with that. But he's so cute. And actually really hot.

Winter Solstice and Thoughtful Reflection

                Okay, it’s the winter solstice! Therefore, by the time I got up, I’m pretty sure the sun was already going down. Okay, time for everyone who doesn’t care (about either me or K pop idols) to stop reading. Please.

This morning and last night, the first thing I did when I woke up was starting to watch monologues (Super Junior). It’s surprisingly touching, and I really love it. So, today, I shall share my own candid thoughts with you. Usually, I’m the kind of person to stay away from anything touching, whether it’s in a clip, or a movie, or even in writing. It makes me feel things that I do not want to feel, it makes me unhappy or it makes me regret things that I have done. It makes me realize that I’m not as wonderful as I might like to think that I am, and that I should try harder. It touches me in a way that makes me feel uncomfortable, makes me realize that I should be a different person.

                I actually really enjoy that they’re saying. It makes them seem oddly human – usually when an idol is stuck in an “idol” appearance, their fans will not forgive them as easily for human mistakes. When they manage to stay humble, they’ll always have fans to be the wind beneath their wings. I suppose it never occurred to me how important fans are – I guess I’ve always viewed them as people who got in the way of their privacy: but it’s good they think differently, that they appreciate the people who have made them as popular as they are now. I wonder if they really believe that way, or they’re saying that for good PR. I suppose no one will ever know, but it’s nice to think that obsessions for them are appreciated and viewed as a necessary thing.

                It’s interesting to see their individual personalities. I feel weird saying this because I’ve only watched clips of them (from two to three years ago, no less), but I feel like they do a good job conveying themselves to their viewers. Perhaps it’s all constructed and preplanned, but even so, it’s very convincing. They’re good actors then. I think it’s a really good marketing move to have done those “candid moments”, personal 1:1 interviews, because it not only gives each of them more air time, but it also allows them to seem more multi-faceted. I’m not sure how much I believe that these are their real personalities… but I suppose it could be. I could believe it. I’m cynical. Sue me. But I support all of the groups that I like. Call me fickle, but I think that what each of them is doing is extremely admirable, and even if it means that I’m an obsessive fangirl, then so be it. Perhaps some of them will appreciate that I really admire them, and like they said, as a whole (with the rest of the fans in the world) give them reason to strive for higher. It’s always nice to know that you’re appreciated. And I know I won’t make a difference as one person, but it makes me feel better on the inside that I’m able to provide a tiny bit a support. Just like if I buy a single stock of a company, I know that I want able to help them grow and fund them, even though my single stock would be inconsequential and hold no power over the enterprise as a whole. My love for K pop idols is something for my heart, as well as lending my own tiny bit of support to them. I’m very naïve for thinking so, but it’s okay. I’ll accept naïve for now.

                It’s times like this that make me think that people are good, and that the world is good, and not just full of hatred, jealousy, anger, and all those negative feelings. The world is cold and harsh, true, and I have to be just as cold and harsh to be able to survive. Whoever said good guys end up on top is not completely correct. Of course, if you’re a criminal, you’re going to most likely get caught and then that would suck for you. But purely selfless people won’t end up on top. People with drive, with selfishness, but are able to project a good appearance, whether fake or not, will end up on top. The selfishness has a limit though… it’s remedied by the good outward appearance. But you have you desire things for yourself, and have the will to obtain it for yourself. No one out there will help you purely for beneficial reasons, they will help you because it might help themselves. Therefore, the only person you can truly rely on is yourself. Keep yourself humble, head down, and charge toward your goal. When you reach your goal, make sure to take some time to celebrate your success, but quickly thereafter, make sure to set a new one that’s even higher. It doesn’t matter if your dream is unfeasible as long as you are willing to realize that dreams mostly never come true. But having a goal there, a dream there, hanging above your head might be enough to keep you going.

                Even though I say this, I still depend greatly on others. It’s something that I’m really working to remedy. In this world, there is no such thing as unconditional and everlasting friendship. It will always end. And when it ends, will I be ready? No. I won’t. I’m not saying that I should cut all emotional ties with people – that would be bad. But I suppose I should be ready at any moment to cut emotional ties. When my friends drift away, I need to be ready for that moment. That’s not to say that I should drift away from them first – I love them dearly and really do not hope they drift away from me, but I should understand that no one will be there for me forever. Only I will. And so I must put more confidence in myself, and be able to handle the world by myself. Although I may want people, I need to make it so that I don’t need them. I need to make it so that the only person that I truly need to survive is myself.

                I sound horribly cold, and potentially naïve, don’t I? I’ve thought about it a lot. It’s not like I’m saying that I’m going to become a recluse, or simply just reject anyone’s help or advice. I’m just saying that I shouldn’t become dependent on it – I know that I have been on more than one occasion, and it’s really painful to rip myself away. I’m glad that I have though. I need to have more confidence in myself and my own abilities – not to say to become arrogant. But to develop myself instead of just relying on others. I will work hard, maybe. I know my own personality, and I’m not the type to work that hard on my personality. I tend to realize that it’s hard, and develop a certain complacency and contentment for who I am already. I know it’s important to love who you are, but if I fall into complacency, I’ll never grow. I want to become the best person I could possibly be.

                I really value my friends though. Right now, they’re an indispensible part of my life. Not saying that they should be dispensable. But if at any moment they were to leave, I’d like to know that I am capable on standing on my own two feet.

                I hope that if anyone read to this point, they enjoyed my open and honest thoughts. Thank you.

Relevance

                Today, I have managed to waste away time by watching game shows. In Korean. Starring Super Junior. And various dance battles. And being extraordinarily excited overall. Okay, okay, so I’ll talk about The Writing Life. Geez, can’t I just blog about myself? I think I don’t just have a little bit of vanity, I have a lot of vanity. WHY DOESN’T THE WORLD CARE ABOUT ME? START CARING ABOUT ME NOW. THE FABULOUS ME. Anyways. Oh, right, The Writing Life. Um… I shall just comment on random things in it. First… I need to find the book… *Failed*

                Haha! Success! I have found it under stacks and piles and mounds of paper! I am the opposite of organized. I just shove things on top of each other. I have two open books on my table, as well as pens, bookmarks, necklaces, curtains (yes, I actually do have curtains on my desk because they fell down and I didn’t manage to put them back up again), two closed books, baskets, shoe boxes, post its, phones (cell phone and home phone), paint markers, makeup bag, leg warmers, various empty envelopes, oh hey it’s a novel in Chinese, glasses, rings, cables, “you are parked on floor three”, this random bag thing, book ends, my IB diploma, USBs (many of them), a lot of scissors (like three of them), foam letters, flash cards, tags (that used to be on jewelry), ripped up advertisements (for homecoming pictures, I believe), packaging (Hello Kitty packaging, to be precise), scratch paper, headphones, speakers, a glass of cold tea, bracelets, white out, and a sweater. And this is just what I can see without turning over various mountains of stuff.

                That actually surprisingly had to do a lot with the book. I am awesomely psychic. Yes, I am awesome and full of win. This morning, I watched Sungmin extinguish candles with nunchucks. It was really really intense. I appreciate him. He has a cute face, but is badass. But mostly is cute. Oh, by the way, it had to do a lot with the book because Annie Dillard describes her scenery. This is my scenery, and my disaster of a desk. Without it, I would not be able to have inspiration. Actually, that is a total lie. I’m just too lazy to clean up. What brings me inspiration? Things I see on the internet. Pictures. Ideas that randomly come up in my head. People. Things. Objects. Scenarios. Movies. But mostly pictures. And K idols. I want to go watch more game shows.

                I feel accomplished today. I talked about something relevant.  

At Christina's

We both just came back from an epic shopping trip. And by epic shopping trip, I mean, none of us bought anything. And by none of us, I mean we both ended up using coupons. Also, I now know html. Go me! I am so awesomely epic.


I went undergarment shopping. Hey Inx, I went and bought my own lingerie. Ta da! It's pink and satin-y and I like it. Hehe I'm awkward. Anyways, now I am at C-'s, and I am blogging from her computer. I definitely think that blogging is an obsession for me, since I can't seem to walk away from it. At all. Ever. Forever. It has enslaved me. 


I am a hungry child. I am a very hungry child. FEED MEEEEEE. But I -- NO VEGETABLES. VEGETABLES ARE THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. I ate a very old subway sandwich. But it was oddly good. Watch me die in approximately three hours. And then I won't need to app to any other schools because I am DEAD. That would be extremely obnoxious, considering that I already got into college. Yes.

Also, today I saw Alex and Akash at the mall. It was kind of weird, since Akash seemed to have grown five thousand feet since the last time I saw him, which was only about two or three weeks ago. You grow really, really, really fast. Also I awkwardly yelled in a mall. 

There is a tiny cactus on Christi's desk. I don't even. It's like it had stunted growth. I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to have stunted growth. STOP STARVING IT. IT IS PLANT CRUELTY. I can't figure out how to spell cruelty. It looks really weird. Also, I never know what song I am listening to, but I can always sing along. It's kind of really weird. I have a very intense memory for tunes, but not for names. Or faces. Or associating tunes and voices with faces and names. I can't recognize people for the life of me. I am going to not recognize my boss one day.

Oh, I was going to start writing my story today. So, Linali ran into a tree. No, the tree was just in her way. And then she roundhouse kicked it into submission. With four inch stilettos. That are black and shiny. Actually, they can be four inch stiletto boots, because those are a lot more practical, instead of sandals. Boots protect her feet a lot more. And they are designer - but not the normal designers. They are custom made to be waterproof, bulletproof, fireproof, but still super stylish and stain-proof. Like stainless steel. Except for a lot more fashionable. Made from alligator skin. She roundhouse kicks PETA members too for being scornful of her. She has kickass boots, and everyone should appreciate them. Actually, I don't know about that. I'm not sure I totally like the idea of killing furry creatures. YES, ALLIGATORS ARE ALSO CUTE FURRY LITTLE ANIMALS. DON'T DISCRIMINATE AGAINST THEM. She also drives cars that don't have great mileage. She drives a black convertible. And likes zooming down roads. Wearing black leather, and having her hair down. And awesomely badass shades. So, she has faux alligator skin boots. Because even though she slaughters humans like there's no tomorrow, she still doesn't plan on killing too many little critters. Actually, I'm pretty undecided about if she should have real animal skin on her boots. Because it's not like she's a vegetarian. Because there is an obvious correlation between vegetarianism and not wearing animal skin. Actually, I'm going to describe her killing outfit. Just kidding, she can just wear really comfortable, skintight black clothing. Because leather I think would be a little bit restrictive. Actually, she has a favorite designer that hides out in the middle of Sweden that designs her clothing. Just because she's an assassin doesn't mean she doesn't love fashion with a vengeance. Sometimes she even accessorizes with human teeth just kidding, more like shark teeth. Or no, not really, she likes metal spikes more. Actually, she's not very goth. She's more modern/edge. Her hair is very easy to  manage, it's medium length to long, but not too long. It's silky black, and coveted by guys. She's such a maneater. But not literally. She just shoots them. She's not much of a cannibal. In fact, she only eats gourmet food - but it's not great for an assassin to have lots of staff living in her house, so she is a really kickass cook. She even does her own cleaning. She's pretty intense with a vacuum. In her giant house. She does intense cleaning once a month, with smaller cleaning -- wait, she can just live in a smart house that cleans itself. No... that's problematic. Just a normal, large, modern house. Not a condo, because she needs an underground lair. Okay, I think I'm done for today. And I still haven't started writing it yet. Oh dear. 


Yes, I need to do college apps, Inx, because I like other programs better at different schools. 


I'm hungry. Get me food now please.

Sleeping in

                I have this habit of waking up past noon on weekends. I think that I can really sleep endlessly. Sleep is quite wonderful and joyous. WOW THERE IS REALLY OBNOXIOUS LAUGHTER COMING UP FROM DOWNSTAIRS. I HATE ASIAN DRAMAS. Well, Asian dramas that my parents watch. It gives them attitude problems (no, the irony doesn’t escape me). Oh hey, the annoyingness stopped! Also, I went and watched SHINee’s cover of Just Dance again. I am in a considerably better mood.

                I’m watching GD and T.O.P’s new music video. I’m horrified. What on earth? It’s in very bad taste to randomly have white girls in a club dancing with them. And T.O.P’s new hair. It makes me want to cry and then kill someone (that is not them. I would be sad if they died. Even if they did produce the worst music video ever). I think they have matching hairstyles. Maybe. It just looks terrible. Both of them. But T.O.P’s face looks good… like it always does. I think I like high cheekbones. It makes him look refined. Okay, all I figured out from that mv was that they had to be pretty high to make it. I dislike it. Also, randomly dancing with girls is awkward. I don’t understand the need to use lots of random girls from all around the world. Maybe it’s for their fans who are good at replacement (see themselves as the girls in the music videos). I WRINKLE MY NOSE AT YOU.

                I think I like it better when idols are just dorky. It’s cute. I hate the club scene. It’s so stupid... I’m not much into those things where it’s fashionable to be drunk and high and completely out of it. It makes me think less of them. I like the song though. I am glad I do not understand the lyrics. It would make everything worse. Yeah, the lyrics make everything worse (I just looked up the lyric translation).

                I’m a very angry child all the time. I blame the weather. Aww, this is actually pretty cute. I’m amused. I’m going to go find it. Okay I’m so distracted. I didn’t find it. I am sadness.

                I think the sun should be out more. But it’s not like I can do anything to change that. It’s almost December 21^st, the winter solstice! Something about solstices just reminds me of supernatural powers. Like spells cast on the solstice or whatever. You know, random “magic spells” are super inconvenient, aren’t they? They have very specific time limits, ingredients, whatever. In this day and age, they should be modernized to suit our instant-gratification-centered society.

                Guess what? Recurring theme: I’ve been avoiding doing my college applications! Whee! Okay, okay, if you insist… I wonder what is today… I wonder if there is anything special going on today… Nope, can’t come up with anything.

Tired, but happy tonight

                I just came back from a restaurant – I am stuffed, and a bit sick. The food was good… for like the first five bites. And then it was just too rich. But really, apple pie with walnut crust and caramel sauce with a side of vanilla ice cream is truly heaven. Definitely ate a lot more than I should have. I love caramel and I love ice cream and I love apple pie. I’m not so sure about the walnut though… I don’t think I like nuts in my desserts. Except for hazelnut in Nutella. That’s allowable. I am a pretty happy child, very sleepy, but I must blog. It is part of my daily routine. Or else.

                I got accepted into UChicago! That’s quite wonderful now, isn’t it? So was J-! Today is a good day. That gives PRISM an overall early acceptance rate of 4, as far as I know. I think the stats might at this point (might be) 4 acceptances, 11 deferrals, and only 3 rejections. That’s pretty good. However, I don’t know about everyone, so I probably missed a few people in my stats. Also, people show up twice in my stats (me and S-, for example)… But still! That sounds pretty awesome, because there are more acceptances than rejections. Also I have a school to go to now! That’s always happy and joyful.

                I, however, am still not done with college applications as a whole. At least if I get rejected from everywhere else I apply to, I will still have a good school to go to. Hurray! I have a bottom-line school that sets the bar pretty high. I am content.

                I need to read The Writing Life. After the first few pages, I wasn’t able to actually get to it. I suppose I just don’t really want to read it? I have better things to do. Like write my story. Also, these last few posts really don’t have very much to do with writing.  I mean, a lot of my older posts have to do with writing. And the muses and character sketches come in waves. I don’t really feel that my writing has become that much better. I suppose I have learned how to slightly curb my purple, or at least become more aware of it, but I still have a tendency to do so because I like the purple quite a bit. But I see purple in other people’s writing, and I do not like it at all. I suppose purple is just a lot of fun to write, but not fun for anyone else to read. And I suppose I have to write for my readers, don’t I? Although really, this blog is for myself. I’m getting to know myself better through blogging, and through daily blogging, I start to understand what I am up to. And basically what I got out of it: I’m a very random, crazy, and confused girl.

                Oh hey, look, it was analysis! Tucked deep into the dark recesses of my randomness. Anyways, I would be really impressed if anyone read all of my posts. Because I will have a lot by the time the semester is over.

                Oh right! I remember who I was supposed to notify if I got into a school. Oh well, I forgot about her…. Sorry. I will let her know eventually.

                I’m really tired tonight, and don’t feel much like blogging. Hurray for J-, Inx, A-, and me!

                By the way, I totally smile goofily whenever I see my phone background. I am such a dork/fangirl. Those are not mutually exclusive.  Oh, I almost forgot. Happy golden birthday C-!

Tired and pretty disappointed

                And so, death day has come and gone. And I am not dead, but I am not happy either. Yes, I was deferred from my school of choice. Goodness gracious, they defer 65%ish of their early applicant pool. I was like, definitely much better off not knowing that I’m actually not very special. And less than 10% of those deferred end up being granted admission come pi day, when regular decisions come out. Really, all I know is what I knew before – that I’m not a completely crappy applicant (I did not kill myself for the last four years to be a completely crappy applicant), and I potentially could have a chance maybe if I’m lucky. I could be one of those three hundred out of four thousand deferred that gets accepted. Oh my dear god I don’t think I can do this. NO. I CAN. Maybe. Well, either way, I need to get the rest of my applications in.

                Good thing tomorrow is the last day of school before winter break! I also get days off of work – two weeks to SCRAMBLE AND GET ALL OF MY APPS DONE AND TURNED IN. I was deferred, so it’s not as bad as being rejected on your first try. But definitely doesn’t feel like being accepted… I’m jealous of all of those who got accepted. I’m not that disappointed though, since this met expectations. It was not small beyond all expectations (hehe, Inx J).

                Anyhow, Inx is right. I should not plan my story to death. TOO BAD I ALREADY DID. I might just end up writing something different, although I think I was pretty attached to my story. I’m going to be pretty burned out… I don’t plan on starting to write until next year. Next calendar year, that is.

                Speaking of which, I need to send all the documents to Inx and J-. For business. Because even though it’s not due until next year, we still have to get it done. Inx, I decided that you should do MOST OF IT. Because you already got accepted to a college. Just kidding, most of it is done already.

                I’m going to kill myself through apps. Wish me luck, and I hope I make it to my eighteenth birthday…

Priorities

                I probably have my priorities messed up. After watching three hours of Mythbusters, I immediately get on my computer to blog. Really, I have a lot of Christmas presents to wrap, Christmas cards to write, thank you cards to write, and oh yeah, HOMEWORK. Psh, homework. That’s the least of my worries. Also, I definitely gave up on the birthday thing.

                I have to wish someone a happy birthday on December 17 and December 22. Remember, Pink, remember! Also, there were people’s birthdays yesterday and today. Famous people, I mean. I think it is Xiah from DBSK’s birthday. I am tired of the separate post of fangirl-ness. Only K idols that I am crazy about that deserve those posts. *Totally insane*

                Anyways, I want to take the time to say congratulations to Inx on GETTING INTO JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERISITY! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! J It’s really nice to know what college you’re going to so early in the year.

                On another semi-related note, it is death day for me in T minus 20 hours. If I don’t blog tomorrow, you will know that I didn’t get in. Actually, I probably would blog anyways. I want to keep blogging regularly. If I give up once, I might never start again. Also, I have to convince myself that I don’t actually want to go to that school. Because if I do that, I don’t break down into a puddle of fail tomorrow. I’m trying to convince myself that I have no chance and I won’t get in. Pink as a massive blob of fail is not especially wonderful.

                I’m really not really looking forward to writing my story anymore. Really, I’m not. I thought about it, I planned it out, and I already told the story in my head. Don’t really want it to come out in words. I like telling it in Pink-speech, not normal literature-speech. Grammar? Don’t really need it.

                I take that back. I hate it when people have terrible grammar (which I do all the time, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make here). I constantly try to fix it.

                Also, GD is the background to my phone. J That’s the highlight of the world.

Worst. Idea. Ever.

                Okay, so do you know what bothers me? That social experiment thing, where you don’t go on Facebook, IM people, or text for like a week. Yeah, that. It’s really kind of ridiculous, and I refuse to do it. It’s not like I don’t talk to people not on IM or text. I call people a lot, and I just choose to, not just that I’m being enforced to by peer pressure or something. I’m not anti-social (unlike a lot of you who are choosing to do it). It just makes it so freaking hard to get hold of any of you. Do you know how terrible you all are at answering your phones? Go check your phone, right now. Go see how many calls you have missed. Stupid, idiotic *mumbles under breath*…

                Yeah. I’m annoyed at you all for being retarded. It’s not like you talk to people more often anyhow. I don’t see any of you making an effort to talk to people you aren’t comfortable with. I don’t see you guys trying to gain a personal connection. And if you say you are with the people you originally were friends with, then WHAT KIND OF FRIENDS WERE YOU GUYS ANYWAYS? There’s something wrong when you need to artificially enforce personalized communication with your so called friends. Grow up, all of you.

               And now, I have to talk about the class, huh? Well, here’s a word of advice: show up to your own workshop on time. And I think that the person should sit in the middle, in the chair of shame/honor. Depending on how your story is. And have people stare at you intimidatingly from the center. Or, you can sit in the center and make intimidating eye contact with the person who is criticizing you. I DARE YOU TO CRITCIZE ME. FEEL MY WRATH THROUGH MY POISONOUS GAZE. Something like that. But seriously, I love a third of the stories, I hate a third of the stories, and for a sixth I really couldn’t care less you bore me to pieces and the last sixth is a I-think-you-write-well-but-I-didn’t-like-the-overall-premise-just-not-my-style-really-it’s-not-your-fault. And the intense lack of honesty throughout the entire thing just makes me want to burn things. At least I’m honest in my handwritten comments. Not that you would care to read through the entire things anyways.

                Also, seriously people. It definitely was a legitimate thing to say when I said that I thought S-‘s character’s neck snapped. Seriously, it would’ve worked fine, because then the twin would’ve died and then she could’ve spent the entire time getting to know herself. Its TOTALLY LEGITIMATE. People, stop being stupid. I’m angry at you. I hate you.

                And Inx, I am on the phone with you. And I am going to get a kink in my neck because I am trying to type as well as talk to you. It’s really hard. I guess I’m going to give up, since I was vaguely productive. Blogging is for myself, it’s not really for anyone else.

                And I was forced to get off the phone. THIS IS WHY I CANNOT BE ON PHONES, OKAY? GOODNESS. Dumbest idea ever; please go drown yourself in nearest possible liquid source. Go be creative, okay?

Hello Kitty and Bland Cookies

                Have I told everyone how much I love Inx? Yes. Probably a billion times. BUT HE’S THE MOST AWESOME PERSON ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET. And because of him, I now have FLUFFY HELLO KITTY PANTS. That might be the absolute best thing ever. Also, thank you for attempting to go lingerie shopping for me J that’s just going above and beyond. You’re wonderful at gift giving. Also I saw you drive today. And David was pretty annoyed at you for driving not extremely fast. We were confused as to why you would have the bumper sticker. And then we spent forever going who is that person. And then we drove in front of you and it was like IT’S INX, IT’S INX, IT’S INX. And flailing wildly. And wiki tag. Wiki tag is fun. It has been concluded that I can win when it’s about a K pop idol that I know about. And then never anytime else because I don’t know anything about other people ever. Hehe, Lee Sungmin to Triceratops = only takes about 5 or 6 clicks. That’s pretty impressive. Also, some province in China to Minho = only 3 or 4 clicks. But Minho doesn’t have his own wiki page, unfortunately.

                Business needs to never have computers. Because then I will seriously never listen ever and play all kinds of random stuff. Like that random cat trap game. I can’t get myself to go write my college essays. I am just full of happy and hurray! It’s like Christmas came early, which it did. But I guess not Christmas. More like, I just like getting presents. I bet everyone does.

                I have to remember to bring gifts on Wednesday and Friday. And to go gift shopping for the various people that I need to get gifts for. Oh dear goodness, I am running out of time.

                Okay, more about my character. I think she’ll have a blonde wig, similar to Jessica’s. because I really like that wig. And I want to wear it for funsies, besides the fact that it would look extra strange on me since my eyebrows are the wrong color. Perhaps I should describe the guy. He is tall, broad shouldered, and looks like a guy (are you happy D-? The guy resembles a guy and not a girl. And Sungmin is definitely cute, for sure). He has sandy brown hair, likes sailing, and is a lawyer. He also likes hiking, and owns a cabin on a cliff – somehow I feel like I already said that. The cliff is essential. Actually, it’s not that the cliff is essential, it’s the cabin in the middle of nowhere that is essential. Maybe he owns the few acres around it, and likes seclusion. He’s extremely attractive, but doesn’t have time for a relationship… they should both be around late twenties. Because otherwise they are too old for random intense physical activity like intense sailing. Something like that.

                I feel like I have been neglecting the topic of Christmas. Christmas is important! I love holiday season, and I love being a little kid (OKAY, SO I’M NOT ACTAULLY A LITTLE KID. BUT I CAN PRETEND TO BE) and being happily childish. Also, I never knew that cookies could taste so bad. Seriously, prism kids should not be allowed to cook. We’re REALLY BAD AT IT. Not even kidding. Those were the blandest cookies I have ever tasted. I think that E- should just bake and the rest of us shouldn’t. But prism gatherings are epic fun. When wrists aren’t being broken. K-, I hope you are okay! But we should still go ice skating again. Yes you, K-, even with your broken wrist. Just be more careful.

                And soon enough winter break will start! I’m so excited! But college for now.

                By the way, Inx, thanks but no thanks for drawing that Omanyte on my Christmas card J Italicized smileys look kind of retarded.

                Instead of clogging everyone's feeds, I decided to continue my post here about 2 hours later. Because I love this vid. And no, it's not a parody. But it is nevertheless super awesome. Realization. This is my 69th post. *Immature*

Vanity

                It takes a decent amount of vanity to blog. Really, it does. Because I have to think that people actually care about what I write to continue writing. Actually, I’m not sure anyone does, and I’m not sure anyone actually reads my posts. But that won’t really stop me from writing… I suppose this is like an over-sharing type of diary. It’s nice to monitor what I’m up to. I guess? I suppose that I just like talking, and this is another way of talking.

                I have no idea. Okay, today’s topic will be oversharing. While doing college applications, I really realized that I don’t know who I am, but I know who I should be. I think that basically destroys the purpose of these applications… I’m supposed to express who I am, instead of what I think I should be. Too bad I have no idea who I actually am. I suppose these “who I should be”s can pretty much be “who I am”… I’m sure if I tell myself that “this” is what I am enough times, I will believe it. It will be internalized, it will become my truth. Either way, it’s not like I’m lying per se… it’s just that I’m coming up with the best answer that may or may not be true for me. I have no idea who I am. Oh well.

                It’s December 12^th! That’s kind of cool. 12/12. C- just told me that she’s having her golden birthday this year. I’m kind of sadness because my golden birthday was when I was three, and really, I don’t remember that birthday. C- I hope you have a great golden birthday. Wait, I’ll just reblog that on Friday, when it’s her actual birthday… instead of Seungri’s. J YES, THAT MAKES ME HAPPY ON THE INSIDE, OKAY? LEAVE ME ALONE.

Should I write a muse about vanity? Perhaps. Or actually, I should just talk about my short story. Which I haven’t started writing yet. But yeah, S- pointed out that all of our stories have sadness and death in it. We have made death into a cliché. Go us. However, I will not be different. I WANT THE BRUTAL KILLING IN MY STORY. Deal with it. And I want to do something terrible to my story at the end. I will have fun during workshop watching everyone freak out. Since no one reads my blog, no one will see this coming. Muahahahahahahahaha. Anyhow.

I always manage to blog. Every day. And not get any of my legitimate work done. How unfortunate (I don’t actually care that much). My sleep habits are so weird. Oh, Hopeless Romantic, last night I dreamed that we battled to the death. See the Seungri’s birthday post. I won, by the way. J Although I’m not sure you died. Also, I want that kind of awesome contraption in my backyard. It was lots of fun besides the fact that I was trying not to get killed by you. And trying to kill you. Or maul you. Or something like that. Anyways, I’m done for today. I will tell you later what my dream was about in detail. If I remember.

Personal happiness

It's Seungri's 20th (21st in not-America) birthday! Happy birthday ♥ I definitely woke up thinking that. My brain, it needs to work on priorities.
I had a really, really strange dream last night. It involved battles to the death. In giant swinging, circular platform type things. It was super epic.
Yeah, in all honesty, these posts are just excuses so I can put up pictures of K idols.
I think that really makes me happier than any other reaction I'm trying to achieve...

Eating Nutella is like eating heaven

                So, this morning (well, afternoon, since I woke up past noon… yeah…), I realized that my supplements are gone. And then I freaked out at approximately five people. Hi, five people, it should be fine. And I contacted help desk of common app. And they were like OUR SERVERS ARE DOWN STOP CONTACTING US. Which makes me wonder why they didn’t just put that ON the error message. Because then I would wait and not contact them five billion times (read as “email them once”). *Sigh* I don’t like having to freak out so early in the morning (well, so soon after I wake up). And so, while I am waiting for the common app to fix itself, I am blogging. About how I am waiting for the common app to fix itself.

                Let’s see… I should probably start working on my short story. But it’s due eventually, so I can’t get myself to start. I probably need to do that assigned blog post eventually. But I need to write my short story before I can answer the prompt… which I won’t do until at least winter break. Which is actually in a week, so I’ll do it in a week maybe. (Holy crepe I don’t have much time left for my college apps).

                Really, I am quite tired by college applications. I did not heed the advice of anyone basically, and am applying to a bazillion schools. And when I say bazillion, I mean I have no idea how many I am applying to, it seems like it will be more than ten. Or around eight. Either way, it seems like a lot.

                I really want to post pictures up. But when I post pictures up, I told myself that I had to write something significant about them. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will post a picture of Seungri up. Because it will be his birthday. Oh, also:

Happy birthday !!! ♥ May all your birthday wishes come true!

I hope it is actually your birthday. Because if it isn’t that would be kind of sadness. I think there are quite a few birthdays coming up. Oh my goodness, it was Minho’s birthday two days ago, and he turned twenty in Korea. Yay twentieth birthday! That’s always special ♥.And he is only a little over a year older than me. That’s kind of freaky. I haven’t made anything of my life. And these people are famous. There’s a birthday on Dec 9, Dec 12, Dec 14, and Dec 15. For K-pop idols, that I know of. Hurray, I get to post pictures four days in a… week. Just kidding, only three because I missed Minho’s birthday. Shame on me. I have to continue blogging for a year. So I can catch all of the birthdays.

                And if I miss your birthday (people that I know in real life), it’s probably because I just forgot. Sorry.

                I have nutella. I am the happiness. I love nutella. It’s like a jar of absolute joy.

Where's my coat?

                Anyway, today was just a rollercoaster of awesome and suck. Okay, wow, today I just really don’t want to blog. But no, I will blog. Because routine is good for me (reminded of Memento) I REALLY HOPE THAT I’M NOT CREEPY AND I GO KILL PEOPLE AND LIE TO MYSELF RANDOMLY. Because that would be such a terrible thing to do.

                Anyways, I feel like I should write a muse. Except for I don’t know how well I’d carry it out. Well, I think I’ll try. Inx, you might appreciate this one.

ⓜⓤⓢⓔ

                The thumping from the speakers vibrated the floors and rocked her body. She could feel the buzzing in her chest, and it made it hard to breathe. Her black stilettos clicked on the ground as she stumbled over to where her friends were. She mumbled at them incoherently and gestured violently with her hands. Half the contents of the glass in one of the hands sloshed out, and she cursed. She wobbled in place, hesitated for a moment, and then downed the rest of the amber liquid. She drew her hand across her mouth, and set the glass down with a thud on the table. “Let’s go dance,” she slurred, as she pulled the equally inebriated girls onto the dirty dance floor. She swayed to the beat, moving her body in what could be a suggestive manner if she weren’t so drunk. Somehow, wildly flailing her arms just didn’t achieve the effect that she was going for. She spun around in a circle, and suddenly the world was out of her control. The world continued to spin even after she stopped, and she crumpled to the floor. The last thought she had was that the floor with oddly shiny… She met the floor with a resounding thump.

                “What? Where am I?” Heavy lidded eyes drifted open to see the same dance floor she was just on a minute ago. She was oddly comfortable, as she became more aware of the soft fabric that surrounded her.

                “You passed out.” He spoke crisply. They sat at the bar, with her drooped over a chair and him looking on disapprovingly. He looked at her with a stern glance, noticing her hair astray and makeup smudged. “I pulled you out of there.”

                She hiccupped. “The jacket is fluffy,” she informed him with a goofy smile. “Fluffy bunnies are also cute,” she added, lulling her head back.

                “It’s my jacket,” he answered primly. “Considering that your outfit barely covers your… assets, I decided it would be prudent to get you into something vaguely decent.”

                “Are you a prince?” She squinted up at him, attempting to comprehend the situation.

                He smiled wryly. “Only if you think so. Not that it matters when you’re like this. Now are you ready to go?”

                “Go where?” She closed her eyes. “Ugh, my head hurts… do you want to dance?”

                “Considering that you can’t even stand up, no. Now let’s go.”

                “But I need to get my coat.” She struggled to her feet, and fell over into his ready arms. “Where’s my coat?”

                “You didn’t have one.” Exasperated, he started gently supporting her toward the door.

                “Where?” She mumbled something, and buried her face into her chest. “You smell pretty. And you’re warm.” They stumbled out the door, toward his car. “Thank you for being my prince.”

ⓜⓤⓢⓔ

                I guess this was just an exercise in dialogue. I don’t even know what I was doing. Oh well, it’s late. And I practiced writing, which is good enough.

The first of many

Happy 20th/21st birthday Minho~ Yeah. I'm a fan girl. I'm starting to learn how to accept this.
Mostly I just wanted to post a picture up ^^
(Okay, I'm kind of cheating, since I'm a little off... but it's okay.) Also, this picture is super cute.

A muse ago

                My blog is just a little earlier today. I think that Inx will know the gist of my entire story before I ever write it. I wonder if that’s a good idea – the planning, not the letting Inx know. If I plan it all out, will be able to pull it off? I’m placing a lot of restrictions for myself.

                Go insane, go insane, throw some glitter make it rain

                Yeah, just letting you know what I’m listening to. It’s like the first song that I’ve listened to in a month that is in English (and isn’t Glee’s Christmas album). I think I feel like writing a script for a mini-drama that C- and I might shoot. After all, C- (uh oh… too many people with the same letter in their first name) already lent us a wig. A bright orange wig. I kind of like it a lot. The cut is amusingly awesome.

                I think that it is high time that I do a muse. Oops, I totally said that I would write a script. But script writing isn’t fun. And we should just make it up as we –

                NO, I CAN’T BE BOTHERED TO WALK DOWN TWO FLIGHTS OF STAIRS. Yes, I had to take the elevator. Hmph.

                Anyhow. I’ve completely lost my train of thought. Oh well. Muse time.

❀❀❀

                Who do you think you are? Looking down at me? Telling me that you don’t want anything to do with me? Looking at me with those contempt-filled eyes, have you forgotten everything? Have you forgotten the one who made you the way you are, who gave you the self-confidence to do what you’re doing to me? You used to be meek and mild. You used to be someone who didn’t have the ability to speak your mind, to express emotions, or really, to be anything besides a pushover that everyone just trampled over. It was so pathetic. When I saw you, all I wanted to do was to give you a spine. Because you had no spine, no bones, no cartilage. Just a disgusting mess of sludge. But, like the wonderful (read “stupid”) person I am, I decided to change that. I decided to take your side, to go out of my way to talk to you. I picked you up like a stray puppy, and nurtured your ego. Oops, definitely my bad. Really, all you’re making me regret is inflating your head to the size of a blimp. It’s ugly. I think I failed at the stopping point. I changed you from a spineless and meek blob to a hot-headed, egotistical, and arrogant snotty ass. Sorry I made you that way. I guess I failed that project. But now it’s time for me to prick your inflated head with a needle and watch you careen out of control. Watch you crash and burn, hit the walls and bounce off as your ego deflates back to the pathetic shadow it once was. You’re the monster I created, and now it’s time for me to destroy you.

❀❀❀

                Meh, I wanted to write something related to my story. It is a muse based off of AsTheCrowFlies’s “Dear You” angriness. Except for, I didn’t feel like writing it as a letter. I wanted to write something for my story. But I decided that I have horrible spoiler tendencies. The flowers are pretty, aren’t they?

Underground lairs are less conspicuous than ones in the sky

                So, today, after more than 24 hours of poking and prodding from J- and Inx, I played Qwop. It might be the most infuriating game ever. How on earth are you actually supposed to run? Like seriously, not kidding. I tried randomly hitting buttons. That didn’t work. Either way, it was annoying. And I got tired of it.

                I have this habit of starting things with only a vague intention of finishing it. Like something that I find awesomeness, and then I’m just like I should do that. Except for, I never follow through with it. I think this time, I will get at least – actually nah, I’m not even going to set a goal for myself. It’s not going to work. I’ll learn whatever I want to, and then give up when I feel like it. No pressure, no expectations, no disappointment.

                Actually, when people make plans, they do that, too. Except for they actually think they’ll go through with it. Like Christmas parties and ice skating. I will tell you that I will go. Except for I have no idea if I actually will go or not. And people are always like let’s do that and then when plans are actually made most people don’t show up. That annoys me. So much. I try not to employ that tactic too much (personally, I have less of a problem with being hypocritical than most people do. Although I still do have a problem with it. It’s just of a lesser magnitude. Honesty. It will be the end of me). Or at least I don’t give a definitive “yes” answer, and then just randomly not show up. I will give you either an ambiguous answer or no answer at all. That’s easy and open ended for me. Oh well, I guess plan for things that you can do alone. I want to go ice skating. But not on a Friday. Let’s all go ice skating on a Wednesday!

                I was discussing Christmas with one of the other interns. And we were discussing how it’s politically wrong to have “Secret  Santa” in the workplace because it is associated with the Christian religion. But really, it’s not anymore. Christmas is associated with the capitalist culture now. It’s where you buy presents for people and eat lots of food. And spend money. Therefore, if you are a capitalist, you should celebrate Christmas. Or at least the commercialized version that I celebrate. And not be insulted. Stop being insulted.

                HURRAY I WON AT QWOP. Wow, now I have homework to do. Oh goodness. I seriously need to do homework. What’s wrong with me. I don’t even L. Anyways, that was yet another post that was complete nonsense. I am sorry.

                Here, quick, more about my character: she climbs trees. And then a branch cracks. And then she is very, very sad. Because she twists her ankle, and is incapacitated for about two days. And then when she goes to work with crutches, she meets him again. And he is amused at her. Because she is trying to be all dignified, except for she is hobbling. And he tells her to stop being silly, and accept other people’s help. So he drives her home, because she had to take a taxi to her workplace. Good thing she closed the door to her UNDERGROUND LAIR. Just kidding. Not sure she’ll have a lair. But she will have an intense study. That is full of the secrets. I don’t know how it’s supposed to open. Maybe it beams her somewhere. She is beamed to alien lab. I don’t even. Either way, I know I don’t want it to be a bookshelf, because that is so overdone. I think that it will just be a platform that lowers down. Because still, in the end, she needs something underground. Having it above ground in a suburban neighborhood is just asking for trouble.

                Hurray, I managed to squeeze in things that actually applied! I will do my assigned blog post after I start writing my story. I mean, after all, it’s not due until mid/late January…

My mind melted into a puddle. And here it is.

                It’s been so long since the last assigned blog post. I assume that have to end up doing all of them, because I feel like there won’t be enough by the end of the semester to fulfill whatever number we need and skip six or them. Or something like that.  

                Okay, I’m not doing it tonight. [OKAY I REALIZED I WAS OVERSHARING AND SO HERE IS A DISCLAIMER IF YOU DON’T WANT TO READ EXTRA FAIL STUFF] I am extremely QQ. Because unrequited love makes me QQ. Oh no, I’m not in love – wait, I am! But with someone who has never met me before aka a K idol. But not with a person I know. I’m pretty happy being a single girl. Oops, oversharing,

                Anyways, I realized that this post has taken me forever to write. And I need to write my story, and I should really stop blogging. But I feel bad if I SUDDENLY STOP BLOGGING. Therefore, to maintain my record of continuous blogging, you will get complete mind barf.  And not even coherent mind barf, or like, quality mind barf aka stream of consciousness. You will get complete barf. Ew, that sounds so disgusting.

                Anyhow, I like Christmas songs. Yeah, that was all that I could come up with.

                I have a Pokémon sticker on my IPod. I don’t recognize it though. It is like a shrub thing. And it looks like it has flowers for ears. It looks like a hedgehog/shrub thing. I am sure there is a name for it. QUICK, ASK C-. It’s called Shaymin. That’s a horrid name. It’s kind of really ugly. It should be called something prettier. It’s so adorable. Like Sungmin. Art with words. And he is art.

                If you have no idea what I am talking about, I have obviously not shown you my planner. My planner is not for taking down my homework. It is for writing my obsession of the week in. Except for it’s been Sungmin for more than a week. Be proud of me. I have continuity.

                So I have to think of a title for this blog post. It was originally just going to be an assigned blog post, but now I have no title! It’s not Pokémon, nor is it K-pop. Or K-idols. I could do a mashup again, like the snowy Denmark one.

                GenreWhiplash says he has traffic from South Korea. I am jealous. But not really. I have Denmark. Hi Denmark, I love and appreciate you. Yes you, the country. I don’t know who you the person are. Hm.

                Well, I think I was able to sufficiently barf up the most active part of my brain – aka the part thinking about K idols. And the IPod thing was because it was playing music by f(x). F(x) is really awesome. And no, HopelessRomantic, it is not a band that makes math parodies of popular songs. Actually, that would be really cool. And I would giggle a lot. Math makes me giggle.