Remember This One?

10 years ago I
was 9 years old and moving to ghana for a little while and opening my eyes big in photos so people could see i was in them & pushed up a grade & made fun of for my un-ghanaian mannerisms and made fun of for my dark skin (cue the opening of the eyes real wide) and i was teaching natalia how to read.

5 years ago I
i was fourteen and frankly i can't remember what i did. my life must have been that boring. i remember it was year 9 and i was tired of being the invisible undesirable who had to be defended on the bus by, "she's not fat, she's just big-boned!" so i hitched up my skirt, got myself those thick high heeled school shoes, put my hair perpetually in braids and ended up the same. it was the year (i think) that i bought my first magazine to achieve the above, which i guess led to my love of magazines and determination to become a journalist and change the industry (which has faded since, guess what? past teen mags there are actually good things out there).


1 year ago I
was deep in the pit of year 13 exams, dying to get to columbia (spent my life on that myspace group, actually used myspace), preparing for graduation and the formal, going crazy from doing so much for a really unappreciative year group who would only say, "what do you actually do?" then pick up their formal tickets and hoodies and such. haha. one year ago i was going crazy, i think it might be the craziest i have been since childhood (which is just free craziness and not craziness beyond knowledge of reason).


Yesterday I
went to a seminar my dad held on the emergence of african communities in hong kong and china, finished reading no one belongs here more than you (sweet), tried to relax my hair (which didn't happen), got hired to do database work for stanford, which scares me because my dad wants me to pick that robotic job over maybe getting to work at a record store (doesn't even want me to go to my interview this saturday)! watched parts of the american idol finale. it's over. finally.

Today I
woke up at 1:15pm. booked an appointment to do relax my hair at 3pm. actually woke up at 5:30am and went back to bed after re-reading some middlesex. ate a banana. drank some water. procrastinated.

5 snacks I enjoy
edemame with salt
chocolate chip cookies
cereal
bananas
those sugarcoated seeds you get in indian restaurants

5 songs I know all the words to
(many, but the more fun ones are)
baby got back - sir mix a lot
BYOS - regina spektor
video killed the radio star - the buggles
wannabe - spice girls (especially the rap)
big a little a - crass

5 places i would run away to
my blanket
portland
a usedbook store
an alternate universe
the 60s

5 things i would never wear
really high stilettos
not
much
else
frilly lacy underwear

5 favorite TV shows
(not a tv person but)
boston public
nu, pogodi!
sex and the city
project runway season 2
lots of cartoons

5 bad habits
not showering
sleeping too much
self-pity joined with hating myself for being self-pitied
heavy hands (laziness)
putting myself down

5 biggest joys
the moment when the harmony clicks
rereading old blog entries
riding my bicycle
that right amount of buzz and floating
dreaming dreams

5 fictional characters i would date
uh...
not diggory venn
meursault (yes)
stephan from science of sleep
daniel vosovic (not into women, not fictional)
this is hard. um ... raskolnikov, though not really.

japhy ryder!