move-in week

a couple of days ago i was beginning to think this is not where i am supposed to be at all, and my thoughts were along the lines of: fuck this. for now, i think i will be OK. today i went sailing with amy, agassi won, our ridiculous sophomore boy neighbors partied somewhere else, i baked like the domestic goddess i was born to be, etc. it was a good one.

i am really into the book "running with scissors" recently. it's so lovely and crude and written by a man named au-gus-ten. it's kind of sad that the book is going to be turned into a movie soon, because the movie will manipulate this memoir to fit into another mediocre stylized hollywood version of an abnormal upbringing in a dysfunctional family, bla bla bla. it's one of those books that you just know will always be better than any attempted film representation.

everyone should also read the book "sweet & vicious" by david schickler if their tastes are anywhere close to mine.

hm... i need a stud finder. har har. but no, for reals.

lovely & amazing

a 5-second update: the past few days i have been living in ames. i get such a good feeling whenever i am on the iowa state campus because people are themselves, the streets are pedestrian-friendly, and the raccoons are tame. it is such a bizarre feeling to attend another college like it is your own. it makes me feel like i am an undercover agent. this afternoon i drove the 3-hour (yes, it takes me 3 for some reason) drive back to rochester. my facial expression did not leave neutral over the course of the entire trip, except, i did let out one huge HA when going through my sister's old CDs and hearing the beginning of that "peanut butter and jelly" rap song. when i arrived home tonight, i was greeted with a lovely tornado warning. my mum and i dashed over to hollywood to get movies before it was "too" dangerous to go out and she confessed a suprisingly lot about her life in that very short trip. now, i am sitting at my family's home computer realizing that i am out of new music and that i listen to music too much- it's beginning to make me a bit queasy. tomorrow i get my hair cut and i am scared that they won't be able to do it asian-style because i am not in asia anymore.

fat & sassy

only in august/crazy time:

swearing like a sailor
driving half way to the cities without reason
keeping shoes on at all times
my serious plans to sing "promiscuous girl" as a duet at my wedding
eating terrible microwaved s'mores
being irritated with everyone
sitting alone in my room playing CDs and painting my toenails
paying $8 to see movies (the last one: 'material girls')
wishful spontaneity

promiscuous girl is worth 99 cents

i just watched "she's the man" with my sista, and that is THE BEST movie that i have seen in a very very very long time.

now, i will attempt to cook a traditional korean dinner meal of manduguk. and soon, i will head off to utah to do utah-y things.