Thursday, November 27

Happy Thanksgiving

This year, like most others, I have a lot to be thankful for, like the fact that I'm finally home! Unlike my dorm room, my room at home has so much free space, and the carpet is so squishy it sinks underneath me. My towels are so thick, I disappear into them. I took a shower barefoot and it felt great!

I finished reading New Moon. Now I have to get my hands on Eclipse before I drive myself insane.

Tomorrow is Black Friday. Who's ready to get their shop on? I know I am. I guess I'll be seeing you in the commercial rush.

Wednesday, November 26

New Moon

Yesterday, I went to Santa Monica via Big Blue Bus. I did some shopping, and came home with two chunky sweaters, boxers, a silk dress, and New Moon. Due to horrendous traffic, the bus ride back to UCLA took almost two hours, so I had ample time to curl up and read. The first half of the book was terrifying. It made me anxious and frustrated - I felt like a part of me was actually missing as I was reading it. I really have to stop getting attached to fictional characters like this. It can't be healthy.

I stayed up pretty late last night. P and I had an unwelcome visitor in our room. He came over from De Neve because he had been sexiled. He wasn't really unwelcome at first because we felt bad for him, but he overstayed his welcome. Once he left, P and I jumped into bed, reading our respective books. She read Twilight, and I read New Moon.

It's raining today! I would be even more excited if I didn't have to travel today, but I'm welcoming the rain nonetheless. I'm looking forward to another hour or so of reading on my flight home.


Monday, November 24

Bite me.

I finished reading Twilight last night. I endured quite a few scowls for getting caught reading it in the lounge, but it was worth it. The scowlers clearly have not read it themselves. Not only does Stephanie Meyer write a gripping (though somewhat typical) plot, she creates perhaps the sexiest protagonist I have ever encountered in all my years of reading. I've decided that I'll only be dating vampires from now on. I'm sorry, human boys. You just can't argue with perfection.

Now P is reading the book. I need to go buy the second book, New Moon, before I go crazy and read the entire thing in pdf format online.

I haven't read a book for fun since the last of the Harry Potter series. Indeed, it has been that long. Twilight made me realize how much I missed reading, so I'll hopefully be doing more of that now. Thanks, Ms. Meyer.

Friday, November 21


Yesterday was beyond beautiful. It was almost too perfect. Towards the end of the day, I was wondering if I had really woken up from my sleep the night before. Maybe it was just a dream. Who cares? It was perfect.

I had fallen asleep reading Twilight the night before, and surprisingly, I woke up sans alarm clock. I took my time walking to South Campus, listening to my iPod and mentally reviewing chemical equilibrium. I got to class early and I breezed through my chem quiz without having to think twice about anything, so I'm hoping that went well. [KNOCK ON WOOD.] I also got my quiz back from last week - I had raped it. RAPED. IT.

I finished my quiz early, so I went back to my dorm and scheduled my classes. I got both the classes I wanted. I then returned to my room and watched Gossip Girl white eating a turkey-avocado-garlic herb cheese spread sandwich.

I went to my math discussion, through which I played Sudoku with Y. I got a perfect score on my homework for the first time in three weeks. On our way back from class, we picked up tapioca milk tea (!) for just $2.

At night, there was a Lowell dinner - really really small, but fun! This cute boy approached me at dinner and asked my name. When I told him, he smiled and walked away, without telling me his. His face was so familiar, but I couldn't for the life of me remember where or how I met him. He mentioned that his friend, J, also lives on my floor, and this should have hinted at how I may or may not know him, but it didn't. I must consult J on the matter.

Closer to midnight, I played in the lounge with my floormates, watching YouTube videos and playing games on R's iPhone. I climbed into bed around 1AM, and once again, fell asleep reading.

Saturday, November 15

You've got mail!

I've got mail! Upon opening my mailbox for the first time in a week or so, letters came tumbling out at me. This was extraordinary in two ways:
1) I remembered my mailbox combination.
2) I got mail!

Dear A,
Thank you for the letter. Thank you for the picture (Damn, I am sexy!). Thank you for the CD. Thank you even for the bumper sticker. I'm not sure what I want to do with it... actually, I'm not even sure what it means. I remember getting really excited while we were Skyping, when you told me you were going to mail everything to me. I checked mail (almost) religiously, but it never came. Honestly, I kind of gave up and forgot about it, and the minute I did, it showed up in my mailbox. You have this uncanny ability to remind me of how much I miss you when I least expect it. This morning, my friend came into my room and scoffed at the CD (it was sitting on my laptop). I got pretty defensive about it...everyone loves Mandy Moore! Anyways, as I should be trying to be productive, I think I'll just Skype you later.

Dear S,
I love getting your cards - every single one of them. This particular card was squished at the bottom of the stack. I was rather angry with the mail staff for just shoving it under the other mail. They should know better than to wrinkle my mail. Anyways, I may need more room on my wall to tape this one up. A few things: 1) the hug is adorable, 2) my conversations with J...HAHA, and 3) I MISS YOU SO MUCH. I think I need to call you now.

Dear Mommy,
I hate getting mail from you. When I see a letter from you, I'm afraid to open it because I know I'll cry reading it. I've never been away from home for this long, and I'm so tired of being homesick. I know it has to get worse before it gets better, so I just have to stick it out. I also hate that you're in Taiwan because it means two things: 1) you're on vacation while I'm in school, and 2) you can't call me. No one else calls me every night without fail. I'm counting down the days until Thanksgiving.

So, I'm trying to mail out some letters this week. Hopefully I'll actually sit down and write them, and everyone will get them before Thanksgiving break. Sorry in advance for the ghetto binder paper. It's all I have until I go home and get my stationary...

I visited and found these cuties!

I also found some cuties that reminded me of some friends. I posted those to your respective Facebook walls.

Wednesday, November 12

I love weekends!

I'd like to start off this post with a little funny, taken from one of my favorite go-to's for funnies, Failblog.

Last weekend, I went to the farmers' market! It is nothing like the farmers' market back home. The farmers' market here in Westwood consists of a total of seven booths - one for flowers, one for hummus and pita, one for dried fruits and nuts, two for fruits, and two for jewelry. Though I was disappointed with it's size, I still found everything I needed - grapes, nuts, persimmons, earrings, and a ring.

I took the bus to Santa Monica again, this time with TJ and some others from our floor. After spending an eternity at Crossroads, we emerged with what I consider minimal purchases - a vneck tee for TJ, and a cashmere sweater and quilted [probably fake] Chanel bag for me. Tired of shopping, we promenaded down Third Street in search of street performers. We did find a very talented and entertaining dance group called "One Love Crew." They told us to find them on Youtube, but as hard as I looked, I couldn't find a single one of their videos. Ah well, if you're ever in Santa Monica, be sure to check them out.

That night, I engaged in a game of Mafia with my floor, followed by a game of Taboo. P, the losing tam captain, sportingly agreed to have his nails painted. Past midnight and not yet tired, we learned a lot about each other over games of "I never..." and "Would you rather..."

"Things we learned about R tonight: he walks around his house naked, cuts his pubes, has never masturbated before, but watches porn." - N

Good luck to me on my math midterm today!

Saturday, November 8

It was a great night.

This one is for you, Yellow, because you told me you live vicariously through reading my blog. I miss you so much, and I wish you could have been with me last night. We would have partied Paris-style.

It should be noted that I didn't even plan on going out last night because the week had tired me out so much, but a series of three events changed my mind:
1) I ran into D, who we call H because his last name is more fun than his first, and decided I needed to get my weekly fix of the weirdest conversations I can only have with him.
2) I called C, and she sounded really excited about this party because she actually knew people there.
3) I helped TJ get all dressed up for her first clubbing experience and her excitement seemed to rub off on me.

TJ helped me pick out an appropriate party outfit before she left - silk top, dark denim, fringed boots. I decided it's a good look for me. I even pulled my hair into a high pony and put on long, dangle-y earrings.

All dressed up, I left with P and her friends to meet up with H (and his roommate, A) as they were taking us to said party. When we got there, things didn't seem too excited, but we drank, danced, and danced some more. Things quickly heated up when P's friends kept encouraging S and AS to chug random mixes of juice, vodka, rum, and soda.

S is a cute drunk. He likes to dance, bend over, and drink more. He also doesn't comprehend anything unless it's explained to him very clearly. Towards the end of his drunkenness, he gets tired and likes to curl up and sleep anywhere he can.

A is a crazy drunk. He does anything from spinning his hat around on his head to grinding his friends who aren't dancing. Unlike S, he seems to be aware of his whereabouts and tries to run away from those carrying him home.

AS is a touchy drunk. He thinks everyone is crazy attractive, and that S is his best friend forever. He brings up his ex-girlfriend, and pretty much every other love interest he's ever had. He finished by telling all the girls how sexy they are.

Just when S, A, and AS, [SO STRANGE how their initials do that...] got so drunk they couldn't stand on their own, the police showed up and the party started clearing out. The police promised they didn't want any trouble, and just wanted us to keep the noise level down. They didn't even mention anything about the obvious underage drinking taking place.

When the police leave and the party starts up again, H approaches me and goes, "Do you know what C said to me when she left? She said, 'Take care of Melinda.' Seriously? Like you're the one I should be worried about!" The moment he said this, his roommate, A, falls over onto him, nearly taking me down with him. We decided it was time to go.

Dragging the drunktards back to their dorms must have been the best part of the night. I had A draped on me because he refused to walk with H. S's roommate ended up picking him up and carrying him because he kept trying to sit and sleep in random places. The rest of the group took turns pushing AS along. We managed to get all three of them down the stairs of the apartment, back up frat row, up the wooden stairs to campus, and into their respective dorms shortly after 2...maybe 2:30am.

Just when I thought I could relax, I got a call from J, who was hanging out with D. They are both drunk out of their minds and hungry. It took some time to convince them not to turn on the stove, or drive out and get food. In the end, they decided they weren't hungry, and told me that they were interested in women most of them time. They only liked men on Wednesdays.

My phone kept vibrating throughout the night (I don't know how to turn it off...) because J and D spent the rest of the early morning drunk texting me until they fell asleep. Needless to say, I took it easy today. I woke up at noon and found TJ. We studied, painted our nails, and watched Gossip Girl.

Tuesday, November 4

Cheers to the next four years!

For a change, I let my shirt speak for me and found myself feeling more self-conscious than I thought I would. Walking to Westwood, I felt that people saw my chest before they saw my face. I guess what's one way to get a message across...

shirt (says "vote, declare yourself."): American Eagle
jeans: Joe's
sneakers: Asics

I took the bus again today. I was really excited to find an Out of the Closet on my way to the arts and crafts store. On my way back, I stopped by Buffalo Exchange, Whole Foods, and Rite Aid. By the time I got back to the dorm, I was carrying yards of string, a variety of charms and beads, organic grapes, vitamin water, body wash, a collared shirt, a belt, and a silk top. It was a productive shopping trip.

I turned in my Vote-by-Mail ballot today. I don't think it really mattered because Obama won the election before the polls even closed here in California. Wait, who cares? OBAMA WON!! I guess I don't have to relocate to Canada after all.