25 Jan 2011
VictoriaPosted under Random Tags: blog, copy cat, moving, pseudo-comic strip, tldr, too much effort, words
I’m starting to think that my posts have too many words and nothing else that is fun to look at :( I considered the idea of incorporating some amusing drawings/pictures whenever I thought it would be appropriate, but I really don’t want this to turn into some kind of pseudo-comic strip type thing. Plus, there are a bunch of other blogs that are already doing that.
I don’t want to be a stinky copy cat! :(
I might do it anyway. Sometimes, I get a little bored re-reading my own posts.
In another note: I’m moving my blog. Maybe?
19 Dec 2010
VictoriaPosted under Random Tags: final exams, hellish, Jersey, psychological trauma, R&R, reality TV, sleep, survive, WOOHOO
That’s what I wish I could say about the psychological trauma I experienced after having slaved through two hellish weeks of final exams.
But, it’s okay! I’m back in Jersey, reading for some R&R.
Seriously.
I almost forgot how to relax! This is a much-needed reprieve. I completely blame finals for my lack of posting. Luckily, since I’m on break and plan on spending my time doing few productive things (come on. We all know sleep > everything else.), I’ll be posting about all my horror stories I have accumulated over the past few weeks.
It was almost comical. I need my own reality TV show because I need to share the tragic hilarity that is my life.
Anyway, this was a pretty blah post. I just wanted to say that I miraculously survived another round of exams (albeit not unscathed) and am ready to have some nice legal fun.
I’m getting too old to go crazy.
15 Dec 2010
VictoriaPosted under Random Tags: *dramatic sigh*, break, college is awesome, exam, i hate connecticut, TEN MILLION YEARS, tragic suffering, winter break, WOOHOO, Worst Ever, wretched public transportation
It’s that time of year again! With the end of the semester (woohoo!) and the subsequent start of finals (boo!) rapidly approaching, it also means one other thing. WINTER BREAK (woohoo! x 23947)! A glorious, full month of exciting, non-school-related activities awaits me after my last final exam has been administered and taken. And, by “exciting, non-school-related activities,” I really just mean sleeping in whenever I feel like it (on an ACTUAL mattress that doesn’t look like an ugly rectangle full of broken springs and butt-indents from past students – and yes, this is as uncomfortable as it sounds. Probably more so.), eating real-person food (the only reason we eat dining hall food is because we’re forced to, as residents on campus, with an obligatory meal plan), driving without having to pay an obscene amount of money to park anywhere, using toilet paper that doesn’t feel like reject sandpaper, and showering without having to wear stupid flip-flops.*
——-UNNECESSARILY LONG PAUSE———-
Oh goodness, just thinking about it makes me happy :] I can’t wait! Exams have been crushing me with an unbelievable amount of stress and work so I’ve been pretty bad at posting, but once I’m done with exams, I’ll be totally free! That is, IF i survive the next day and a half. I can already tell that the time in between now and the second I am done with my last exam will be full of tragic suffering that will probably make me regret existing. *dramatic sigh*
On the bright side, guess who’s getting picked up to go home for break? Yup! Me! No wretched public transportation for me! That means I won’t have to unnecessarily worry about missing any of my buses/trains/rickshaw rides while on my way home. What a relief!
Seriously, though.
Traveling home is such a nuisance. For some reason, no matter how prepared I am, I always get that stupid, nervous, fluttery feeling because I feel like I’m going to miss whatever it is that I need to take to get home. Normally, I have to take the train to the subway and take that to the bus stop and from there, I take another train home. And then I have to drive home from the train station. This wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t take TEN MILLION YEARS.
I wish I were exaggerating.
Unless I use Amtrak, I always get stuck in traffic. Suddenly, everyone and their mothers want to go in the same direction as me. Once, I was coming home for some break and I took a 4 hour nap. When I woke up, I WAS STILL IN CONNECTICUT.
This is why I hate Connecticut. No offense to any actual residence, but seriously. Why must it take so long to get through such a small state? I have zero problem traversing any other state.
It’s absurd.
Anyway, time for work, I guess. I keep teasing myself with tantalizing thoughts of break (which, in my mind, is pretty much like paradise right now). I must me some kind of masochist. I just can’t help it, but I know I should stop because I become increasingly less productive the more I think about it.
It’s like being so close to such joy is paralyzing my brain.
Okay, now it’s time for work!
P.S. The long pause from earlier was to point out how I had stopped writing this post in the middle of it because I had ordered out for dinner (it was probably too cold for me to even consider going outside….or I was too lazy) and then I just forgot to finish it until just now. I bet I had wittier things to say then. My brain is a little bit fried right now.
*I really didn’t notice how much I hated wearing flip-flops while showering until that summer after my first year of college and the first semester of my sophomore year. I didn’t really mind showering or doing laundry my freshman year because my dorm was pretty sweet…though made significantly less sweet by the fact that I was in a forced triple (which meant that I was stuck in a closet-sized room meant for two people, but with three instead because my university was too poor and Jewish to give me a room with an appropriate number of roommates). Plus, my roommates were on the crazy spectrum of things, but even that was okay because I was a freshman. It was the first year being in college! I could pretend like I was an adult without actually having any legitimate responsibilities. It was awesome. Anything could have happened (within reason-ish), and I could have probably dealt because it was college….and it was awesome. Because I was so enthusiastic about being a college kid, I didn’t even realize how annoying wearing flip-flops in the shower was until the first semester of sophomore year. After I had spent 3 months enjoying barefoot showering without the fear of contracting some kind of scary, debilitating foot disease, going back to wearing flip-flops (and using a very dysfunctional shower) wasn’t so fun because the excitement of college had worn off a little and it just wasn’t enough to keep me from hating it.
College is still awesome though!
08 Dec 2010
VictoriaPosted under Random Tags: boy who cried wolf, die, exaggerate, exaggerator, exam, fail, life or death, pathological liar, study
The other day, someone pointed out that I’m a drama queen. I insisted that I wasn’t. A little exaggeration just spices up conversation! It’s kind of like that one Spongebob episode (come on, if you’ve had a childhood or a child in my generation, you’ve watched Spongebob. Don’t be ashamed!), where Patrick tells Spongebob that curses are just words that make your statements more exciting.
That’s kind of like what my exaggerations are.
Except, I think I’ve gotten worse. I might even be a pathological liar. Maybe. It’s a little bit unhealthy…
My friend had iChatted me (that’s the Mac instant messaging program for all you Windows/Linux/what else is out there? people) and she was all like “I’m sort of freaking out right now because I don’t know what I want to do with my life anymore!”
Mind you, we’re both sophomores in college. We have a decent amount of time to decide, but it’s still a daunting experience.
This is what I had said in response (and this is how I know I’ve become a chronic exaggerator):
” :( Awww. I don’t know what to say. This is always super hard. I don’t really know what I want, either. I just tell myself that I want to be a doctor because, without that, I’d probably die.”
“…or become a hobo.”
I’ve come to realize that I’ve turned to extremes in order to express myself. Except this isn’t creative self-expression or anything. It’s just me being a crazy person.
Every situation has become a life or death scenario. I can’t (insert activity here), I’m going to DIE! *cue dramatic music*
I’m not exaggerating (I feel like the boy who cried wolf when I say that because I’ve already said that I exaggerate all the time and that I might be a pathological liar) when I say that this is how I approach every life situation. I can’t fit that class into my schedule? OMG. What am I going to do? I’m going to die!!!
Okay, I have to study for my finals now so I don’t fail.
Or else I’ll die.
06 Dec 2010
VictoriaPosted under Random Tags: awesome, college, paper, productive, sleep, tired, x, xenadangination
True story. Instead of writing this paper, I’m blogging about useless things.
Sometimes, college can be so awesome. The weather is nice, the people are awesome, and you feel independent and awesome! It’s so awesome that you don’t want to leave. Ever!
And then there are the days when you’re so exhausted that your paradise includes your bed and never waking up/spending the rest of your life sleeping. That’s how tired you are. You’re so tired that your ideal world includes either dying immediately or being stuck in a coma. Why are you so tired? Because you’ve spent the past few days running on fumes as you try to finish all of your assignments that you’ve procrastinated. No matter how good of a student you are, every person goes through this.
It’s the worst.
But it makes sleeping probably the best thing you’ve ever experienced in the whole entire universe.
Legitimately.
When you’re that tired, your bed suddenly feels like a pedestal for the gods and once you lay down, you enter a world of perfection and comfort, even if you’re just sleeping on a stupid college sorry-excuse-for-a-mattress mattress.
One time, back in high school, one of my close friends and I were talking about how great the feeling was to finally go to bed after having spent your time awake working hard and such. We mutually liked this feeling so much that we made up a word that described this feeling.
Unfortunately, I don’t have the original conversation because it was so long ago. I won’t even bother trying to reenact the conversation because we all know how wrong I recall them (see previous post).
Xenadangination.
That’s our word. It describes the feeling of excitement/anticipation right before we go to bed after a hard day’s work (or however long you were up working). It was completely arbitrary.
Mostly.
I mean, we knew we wanted it to start with an X because we felt like it was a sorely under-appreciated letter. The only X words that would ever appear in casual conversation (and if that) would be things like xylophone, xerox, x-ray, (xanax, if you’re into that), etc. We wanted to give it some love.
Because we cared.
The rest of the word were parts of words that we liked and we just mushed it up together. Viola! We had a new word. We actually used this, too. But only between ourselves because I’m sure other people would judge us.
We also made up another word, but that is for another time!
06 Dec 2010
VictoriaPosted under Random Tags: barney stinson, cats, challenge accepted, expert, gay, how i met your mother, lesbian, lesbian love advice
I don’t know why the title is what it is. It doesn’t even cover what I wanted to talk about. It kind of just morphed into what it is.
I digress.
I wanted to start by saying that I have nothing against people of the homosexual orientation. Seriously. One of my closest friends is gay. I’m a part of my university’s LGBTQ (and whatever other new letters they’ve started adding to the acronym), I’m totally with the Human Rights Campaign (I have a shirt to prove it!), boo Prop 8, etc, etc.
The point is that I know this girl who just recently openly admitted that she is a lesbian. We both went to the same high school and we were in the same year and, since I was pretty chill and had few qualms with people, we were friendly with each other. We’d talk occasionally about random things and we’d sometimes study together, but not too often because a little part of me was a little scared of her.
She was eccentric, for the lack of a better word. This has nothing to do with her sexual orientation, either.
It’s like picking up a deformed strawberry. Nothing changes its purpose or anything.
It’s still a strawberry.
Except there’s something a little off-putting about it since it’s deformed.
Well, it’s kind of like that. I didn’t mind her, but I didn’t allot a lot of my time to being around her because of that strangeness. She was always angry at something.
Anyway, it wasn’t till we all shipped off to college that she decided it was time to reveal to the world of her secret (but not-so-secret now) lesbianism. Literally. She must have spent the whole day IMing everyone from our graduating class who was online and sharing her news with them. This is how my conversation with her went:
girl: “Hey Tori!”
me: “Hi, what’s up?”
girl: “I’m a lesbian.”
me: “Cool.”
girl: “Yeah. Not everyone likes that, though.”
me: “Oh. Sorry to hear that. Who?” (I couldn’t help being a little nosey, okay?)
girl: “Insert Names Here”
me: “How do you know? What did they say?” (Again, my nosiness is showing.)
girl: “Insert Words They Said”
me: “Wow. That’s harsh.”
I’m actually starting to think that this conversation was too normal for it to have gone down like this…So much so that I went through the effort of digging through my old, annoying files to look for the original convo. It went more like this:
girl: “Tori”
me: “yes?”
girl: “I’M GAY”
me: “are you being serious?” (this would probably be considered rude if I were talking to anybody else, but at this point, I was beginning to think that she wasn’t even a real person because her behavior was so strange and unpredictable.)
girl: “U DECIDE”
me: “i can’t tell rofl” (I was being serious. She’s the type of girl who does such absurd things that this just seemed pretty standard for her.)
girl: “I’M SO GAY I SHIT RAINBOWS”
me: “…”
girl: “gay gay gay”
me: “are you serious?”
girl: “yes”
me: “really?” (You can really see how much I doubted her sanity right now. I had to make sure she wasn’t making up some crazy story just to point out how gullible I am.)
girl: “pussy”
me: “…that doesn’t answer my question…”
girl: “OK SOMEONE JUST ACCUSED ME OF TOUCHING THEIR ASS”
me: “LOL”
As you can see, this is a lot different from the first version I had originally started writing before I realized that it seemed off. It clearly looks like I was pulling the first conversation out of my ass. Actually, that’s not true. By “normal” standards, the second version seems completely made up by a crazy person or someone who wants to mock gay people. I promise that this wasn’t exaggerated or altered in any way. This happened. It was real.
And it scared me a little.
By this time, we had gone months without talking and I had begun to think that she just wasn’t going to talk to me anymore. Wrong. She reconnected with me by outdoing anybody I know and upping the shock factor of this conversation. If you can call it a “conversation.”
I felt mentally molested by this exchange.
Throughout the whole thing, part of me felt like she was trying to mock me because I couldn’t immediately tell if she was being truthful and I was scared of offending her. I thought that maybe she had heard other people talking about her and she would spite them by telling everyone she was a lesbian and prove their theories right…or something. I don’t know. I was a really suspicious person, okay?
As it turns out, she is actually a lesbian. Good thing I didn’t say anything like “HAHA GOOD JOKE” or “LOL no, you’re not!”
Anyway, since then, she regularly facebook chats me to get random pieces of lesbian advice. Like I am some kind of lesbian love expert. I try to help her to the best of my ability, but it’s difficult when you can’t really relate.
It’s okay, though. I interpret each conversation I have with her as a challenge. Every time she IMs me, I feel like Barney Stinson from How I Met Your Mother.
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
Each time she speaks to me and asks me some strange question about whether one thing can reveal someone’s sexual orientation or what have you, I just think to myself, “Yes, I can do this! CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.”
Fun fact: just the other day, she asked me if liking cats was related to being a lesbian.
Challenge accepted.
For the record, I said no.
06 Dec 2010
VictoriaPosted under Random Tags: fart, grunt, roommate, snore, snort
That is what my roommate sounds like right now because she is snoring and grunting. I just thought I ought to let everyone know.
She also farts. It’s kind of amusing.
That’s it. Time for bed!
EDIT: I did not go to bed as I said I would. Instead, I stayed up and did useless things on the internet T_T
06 Dec 2010
VictoriaPosted under Random Tags: australia, boomerang, complex, intimidating, physics jargon, souvenirs
I googled "boomerang" and this was the first thing that came up. I actually think that this was the exact boomerang that I got. It had the same designs and everything!
I’ve always wanted to throw a boomerang. The whole idea just seemed so fantastically magical. I mean, you throw this oddly curved object and it returns to you without fail. On TV, heroes would throw a boomerang and knock the villain out all without having to move! It was a fascinating concept for me.
Luckily, one of my mother’s coworkers had brought back souvenirs from her recent trip to Australia. One of those souvenirs was for me (and another one for my brat sister). Can you take a guess as to what it was?
If you guessed a “boomerang,” then you’re right!
I got a boomerang! I can’t tell you how excited I was to own one. I felt like the child version of Indiana Jones or something. Too bad I couldn’t try it out until the day after I had gotten it because my mom didn’t give it to me till after dinner. By that time, it was already dark and intimidating outside so there was no way I was going to play in the yard with all the tall spindly trees looming ominously over my head. No way.
So, I waited till the next day to go outside and test out my nifty gift. In my enthusiasm, I realized that I actually didn’t know how to do it. Was it like throwing a ball? Were there extra parameters I needed to take into account for throwing this? What if I did it wrong and it never came back? I was actually pretty paranoid that I’d throw the thing and it would get lost in one of my neighbors’ backyards forever.
Thanks to my excellent observation skills and my ability to read, I discovered that on one side of the boomerang, there were handy directions on how to properly throw the boomerang inscribed. My excitement was renewed upon this new development. I was still pretty psyched…until I actually read the directions.
It said things like “Tilt the boomerang 30 degrees downwards and bend your elbow at a 45 degree angle prior to throwing” and “Make sure you do (insert things it said) in order to ensure a proper trajectory path for the boomerang.” I couldn’t remember exactly what the rules had said, so I ad-libbed. Sort of.
Anyway, the little blurb of surprisingly unhelpful words were so complex and daunting that I immediately felt like it was no longer worth throwing. I was still too young and dumb to be able to accurately eyeball what those angles were and half the words were physics jargon that went completely over my head.
I decided that it was just easier for me to go back inside and not risk losing my new boomerang. I had some ice cream and watched whatever was on cartoon network instead. I’d figure it out when I got older.
I never took it out after that. Occasionally, I’d glance at it from time to time, but that’s about it.
I don’t even think I know where it is now and I certainly don’t have any desire to see if I can throw it.
Actually, I might when I go home for winter break a few weeks from now. If I throw it properly, it will probably end up hitting my head. But, I’ll probably do it wrong.
05 Dec 2010
VictoriaPosted under Random Tags: duvet, enable, heat, laundry, laziness, lazy, paper, poor, quilt, thai, toe-socks
I bet you’re expecting something reasonable and normal, like “more opportunities” or “expansion of your knowledge base.” Maybe even “a chance to get laid” or something to that effect. While those may be true to a certain degree, the biggest effect of college will be regarding your work ethic. Either college will get you when you’re totally expecting it and you’ll be fully prepared to just roll with it from there, or it will catch you completely off-guard and will end up backhanding you to your doom. The laziness will just pile up and you’ll never dig your way out. Sort of. I mean, I survived. Except, college didn’t just pimp-slap me; it smacked me upside the head and then insulted my mother. It was serious business. But, don’t worry. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel…and it’s not called Adderall (unless, of course, you’re suffering from unmedicated ADD/ADHD).
Anyway, that’s besides the point. The point being, college made me incredibly lazy despite my best efforts to thwart this fatal metastatic academic disease.
For example, just the other day, instead of calling up the maintenance people to fix the heating (or lack thereof) in my building since it was either blasting (my friend’s room was like a sauna) or just insistent on not working (as in the case of my room, which felt like it was located somewhere in the subzero arctic), I just pulled out my winter blanket and used my roommate’s personal heater thing. This actually turned out to be more effort than it was worth. I had to put my duvet into its case and then redo all of my sheets and pillowcases to match my duvet and quilt. It was a hassle, but a completely warm, comfortable hassle. I think it was worth it, but I was only compelled to do this out of sheer laziness.
I’ve also been putting off doing my laundry for the longest time. Ever. There is so much laundry that my wimpy little mesh pop-out hamper is overflowing with the amount of clothing that needs to be washed. It’s gotten to the point where I’m forced to wear toe-socks (these are pretty self-explanatory, but if you don’t know what I’m talking about, just google them!) as a last resort because I’ve run out of normal-person socks – I’ve even run out of the socks that are just chilling in my drawer all by themselves because their partners were lost during the last load of laundry all those years ago. I spent all weekend telling myself that I’m going to do laundry and somehow managed to convince myself that wearing things like toe-socks in public wasn’t embarrassing and that I could probably wait until I ran out of underwear…*
Another example? Well, just now, I ordered delivery from my favorite local Thai restaurant. This seems pretty normal, yes? Do you know why I ordered out tonight despite my embarrassingly lacking funds? Because I didn’t feel like walking outside in the cold, up the hill to the dining hall that was open now. The more I thought about the trek to get food, the more I realized that it was probably a better idea to just sit here and use the last of my poor college student money to order food that would take 45 minutes to arrive. I felt like a genius when I came to this conclusion, like this was obviously the only other logical option.**
*/** That’s another thing…You really become an expert at rationalizing incredibly dumb, totally-not-worth-it decisions that you make during your college career. Instead of doing my paper, that I JUST remembered having, I spent the past half hour giving myself reasons as to why I should wait until later to do it. This whole time, I believed myself. See? It’s just this evil, never-ending cycle of procrastination. And self-loathing.
The only reason I was inspired to write this was because of the whole food delivery thing. This experience really opened my eyes to the gross level of laziness I have reached. On the bright side, I can chalk it up to “having a craving for their noodles.”
Now, I’m going to procrastinate proof-reading this post and hope that I don’t sound like a rambling dumb-dumb.
I guess I ought to do that paper…
I’ll give myself 15 minutes to relax, first. I need to give myself a chance to collect my thoughts and get into the right working mindset…See what I mean? I am stupidly enabling myself.
03 Dec 2010
VictoriaPosted under Random Tags: accent, australian, child, dora, down syndrome, insane, insomnia, internet, sleep
It’s the night before an epic exam and my mind is being incredibly difficult. It refuses to shut down long enough for me to fall asleep. I don’t know why, but my body insists on betraying me every time something important is about to occur the very next day. So, what do I do in the meantime? I go on the internet. Big mistake. The internet never makes anyone go to sleep faster…
You’d think that I’d learn from my mistakes, but I never do. I’m like retarded child or an insane person. I do the same things either forgetting the consequences or expecting different outcomes. It’s amusing in a very tragic, “that poor girl” sort of way. Anyway, while I was casually browsing the internet, I rekindled my strange obsession with accents. This may have something to do with the fact that I am probably the worst accent person ever. I have the strongest American accent, it’s almost embarrassing. It’s even stranger because I’m asian; my ethnicity juxtaposed with my accent is just mind-boggling for some people.
So, here I am, looking at the most random videos demonstrating people’s innate skill to mimic other accents. One video was teaching its viewers how to speak with certain accents and it was very encouraging…So much so that I was compelled to try my hand at it. Let me tell you, I am SO glad that I was alone in my room when this went down.
This video was telling me to “chew my words” to help utilize the Australian accent. If your reaction was “what??” then I can tell you that you’re not alone. For a few seconds, I just stared dumbly at the screen. Chew my words? When the girl stared expectantly at me (in the same way Dora does to her child viewers when she asks a question), I realized that it was my turn to “chew my words.” To be honest, she made it seem pretty easy. She morphed two easy sounds into one that sounded very Australian. I wish what came out of my mouth sounded remotely like what I had heard in my head.
You know how when you sing (unless you’re actually good at singing), the sounds that come out aren’t quite what you heard or thought in your head? And even so, it’s still passable so you continue, but you’re inwardly chastising yourself for being off-pitch. Well, I wish this was even close to what I had experienced. In my head, I heard the word “no” in an Australian accent, but what came out was something akin to a child with Down Syndrome having a temper tantrum. It was incredibly disheartening.
It was also mortifying.
The strange thing is (this goes back to the “I never learn” quality mentioned previously), despite my tragically pitiful attempts at any accent, I continued to try. As they say, practice makes perfect. Except, in my case, I feel like I was slowly devolving. At least, that’s what it sounded like. *sigh*
Maybe I’ll try tomorrow.
…After my bio lab exam.
….If I survive T_T
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