This weekend I am going to shop on a day called 'black friday', which I have never heard of before. I sometimes feel like an idiot in America, where everyone's like 'duh, homecoming! duh, thanksgiving! duh, faucet! duh ... why don't you know these simple things?' although most people have been very nice about it.
This weekend I am going to figure out how to get As and how to graduate with the English/Film major + Creative Writing minor I want on my degree certificate.
This weekend I am organizing my life!
I want to know my height and weight. Tomorrow I'll go to Health Services and wait an hour just to have that checked, you know, because I'm a masochist.
The Road To Organization Includes:
- Finding out weight + height
- Senior Writer Proposal
- Revision of 3 UW essays
- Going over Chinese grammar. Owning the 'de'.
- Revising Lit Hum papers & organizing my essay on 'nakedness, knowledge, sex, love, and birth' according to Genesis and Symposium (obviously needs a lot of thinking!)
- Possibly buying black jeans (although I wanted to lose a little weight before committing to a pair)
- Figuring out how I am going to 'fit it all in' and graduate in 4 years
- Scanning in polaroids
- Watching Quadrophenia and Donnie Darko
- Macy's Thanksgiving Parade
I washed my hair and it's frizzy again. Thin, fine, frizz-free hair doesn't sit well with my brain. I really hate it when I get my hair relaxed and it's so 'nice' according to other people. I feel like a fool, like a little girl in mama's pearls.
I am currently remembering
This night:
The last get-together
The Wanch
home of some of the best live music I saw in HK
and especially, this:
My awesome, awesome view.
I only realized I was from Hong Kong when I was leaving it. It's the exact same reason why I came to school in America. Leaving Palo Alto made me so sad that I missed almost everything about it and to this day I romanticize the seven-year-old experiences of 1995. That attachment led me to choose the US over the UK (that and things like liberal arts vs. concrete degree, NY vs. London ...). I spent most of my seven years in Hong Kong complaining about how there was nothing to do but in the few months before I left, I attached the umbilical cord right back where it belonged: running from my heart to a city, a place, a feeling. This photo of Yoko Ono and John Lennon is Hong Kong and me:
4 comments:
that's what we all say....
yea, I mean I'm trying to write a 2000 word paper on tiananmen by tomorrow at 2pm.
eeeekk, college procrastination.
never done it before.
leaving everything you had taken for granted at home makes you appreciate everything about it. even relationships with the ones you love gets better.
that's what my older uni friends say.
bitch, that parade better be on the 23rd! my birthday is on thanksgiving, right? hehe. and i'm loving the photo!! i can't wait to come back at chriiistmasss... cos my friends suck here! k... gonna continue catching up on sleep now that i've handed in my essay.
wuv, dani.
you don't know how sad I am, I have been going on/visiting your blog over the past few days waiting for you to update. amazing that I'm consistent.
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