I. AM. SO. BORED.

Michigan is so, so, so boring. It's freezing outside, and I don't have a car anymore, and all my friends are up north until like, later today/tomorrow morning. Anyway, I attempted to install the software update for my ipod. HUGE MISTAKE. Now my ipod is like, completely useless, and I just got so much new music from my sistah!


Anyway, last night, I had the most enlightening conversation with my friend Ben (who, for the record, is the NYU version of my best friend Jordan). It all started with,
"I met your friend Stephen"
"where??"
"on fb. duhh"


In other news, Jordan just got this fabulous apartment, but he doesn't move in until April/May ie. when school is over. But still, it's gorgeous. ugghh, if only it could be mine!

I finished my first semester of college??

I've finally finished my first semester. It's a strange feeling, especially since all the high school seniors who applied early just found out their fate...Anyway, one of my friends stated one day a few weeks ago that he didn't think NYU's been worth it so far. He's not going to transfer somewhere else, but he just didn't think it was worth the X amount we pay in tuition. I feel like you can't really make such a statement after your FIRST semester. I'm not really sure though.

um, in other news tomorrow I'm having lunch with David and Alanna and Arden tomorrow!

in other, other news, Stephen is actually being really strange.

also, can we please note that it snowed two days ago. Yesterday, the sun came out and the majority of that snow turned to slush. I know because I was wearing one of my many pairs of wellies so naturally I didn't shy away from the huge slush pond/small lake at the SW corner of 12th and 3rd. That's how I discovered that there is an equally huge rip in my wellies. tragic, I know. So now I'm on a hunt for more wellies that I don't really need, but I obviously want. preferably in hot pink, but I'm not picky, it's just my favorite color and I won't rest until I find them.

today was AWFUL.

Today (really yesterday, because it's 2:45am) was actually one of the worst days in my life. It all started at 7pm, Monday night.
I went to a review session for my last media studies test and these review sessions are usually really helpful. This one was absolutely useless. We spent the entire  time talking about the terms...that's what wikipedia's for! And then Jen (my ta, who also happens to be teaching the course next semester) goes, "guys, I took the test. It's REALLY hard." That's just PERFECT Jen!
So I go home, study for two hours, and then have Kenny quiz me. I was basically getting every other term wrong and I was getting really frustrated. I go back to my room and make a list of all the terms I need to know. Then, I just wrote the definitions over and over.
3:30am, I had a media policy epiphany! and media policy and neo-liberalism and the public sphere just clicked.
Went to sleep around 5. Turned off both alarms and went back to sleep for an HOUR. And I only woke up because Stephen texted me at 9:05 saying, "I'm not going to class..."
Threw on some clothes and booked it to 35 w.4th (and I made it in 10 minutes!) I was a hot mess, but I got there in time and took the test.
I'm really not sure how I did on the test, but the t/f and multiple choice were absolutely ridiculous. ex: "From my lecture on December 3rd, I said.............." Victor, that is NOT reasonable. That's just wrong. and totally upsetting.
Then, while I was walking home, I either tried to zip or unzip my coat. Either way, I managed to get my silk chiffon blouse completely caught in the zipper, like, it was so caught that to take off my coat, I also had to take off my shirt...awk. And then I went to Uniqlo for closing.
There were a few other mishaps involving me seeing things/possibly hallucinating, but I don't want to frighten you like I did to Kenny.

Happy Monday!

Today is the last day Monday classes at NYU. yay. My writing the essay (the bane of my first semester existence and the source of much of my craziness) was cancelled today because Andrea/Sun-Mee was too sick. YAY. But, instead of sleeping in, which was quite tempting since I went to bed pretty late, I did the following:

1.  stayed up
2. worked on my draft a bit
3. attempted to wake Stephen up (and miserably failed) 
4. made a tumblr (I was considering switching from blogspot to tumblr, even though I just made this like, two days ago....but I've decided to stick with blogspot for now)
5. now going to the bookstore to sell back my wte book
6. study for my media studies test
7. lunch with my friend Rose
8. qr test, which I have a BEAUtiful cheat sheet for
9. media studies study sesh, I'm bringing popcorn!
10. and maybe some sleep

so late last night/early this morning Johnny wanted to introduce me to one of his friends. I however, was already in my jammers (pj's to you normal folk), and I was already wearing my glasses and my retainer and I was simply not presentable to the public. Stephen literally drags me into their room (nearly kicking me in the face in the process), and then we had this strange struggle in their doorway. I'm sure it was quite comical if you were, I don't know, NOT me. Point is, once again I caused a scene with Stephen (the first time, we were in 3n, having dinner, and I stole his blackberry, then we fought, and people were staring, it was a dream) and probably made a really, really bad first impression.

off to the bookstore now!

"love, true love" (ala Vizzini from The Princess Bride)

This is the one, and only picture (so far) that I have of me, and two of my best friends at NYU—Johnny and Stephen. Johnny had me at, "Does anyone know how to sew?? I ripped my pokemon pillow case!" and Stephen at, "heyy gurrrl." hehe. just kidding, but not really....I tend to exaggerate, but only if it enhances my story, which it ALWAYS does.

Anyway, these are my friends. They live in 1008-B, and they've adopted me as a third roomie, of sorts. I spend the majority (read: ALL) of my spare time in their room. I'm even considering making Stephen's side of the closet my second closet because he only has two shirts that need to be hung, while my clothes are spilling over onto Laura's (my real roommate) side of the closet. It's a major cause for concern. And my name is on their door, and the other day someone was looking for my room, and was all confused and he said he couldn't find it at first because my name wasn't on the door, just my two [evil] Korean suitemates.

Back to my friends. I love them dearly and would do anything in the entire world for them. I like to think the feeling's mutual, I'm pretty sure it is, at least I hope it is. We can pretend that it is until I confirm.

ahhh, those were the days

Ever since Thanksgiving Break, I've been reminiscing about my Cranbrook days. I mean, it's been a whole seven months!! Even though it's really cheesy and corny and trite, Cranbrook really did feel like my second home—I did go to school there for 13 years! Anyway, what I miss most is the physical beauty of the campus. Don't get me wrong, I love NY and NYU's non-traditional campus (as in, I consider Washington Square Park MY quad, regardless of it's public park status...), but I love NYU's non-traditional campus so much because I've already gone to school with handsome buildings, a quad, fountains here and there, throw in a few man make lakes, maybe a forest or two, all situated on an approximately 320 acre campus (according to wikipedia). 

Winter is my favorite season because I love snow! And this past week, there was a blizzard in the mid-west, with 13 inches of snow! That's when Cranbrook looks its best, in my opinion. I've conveniently found some pics for you to peruse as we marvel over Cranbrook's beauty together!

oriental gardens

random waterfall where the grad students frequently do art installations

Cranbrook House—my mumma works there!

Triton fountain/back of art academy

Christ Church Cranbrook

the quad at night! except they're still renovating, so it doesn't look this good at the moment

Cranbrook Dining Hall aka. the Great Hall from Harry Potter

Kingswood lake!

I shall sift through my pics in the near future to further promote your Cranbrook education. As for now, I must mentally prepare myself to go to work. And I must finish my wte draft in the near future. I did however do my media studies worksheets this morning, so that's a plus.... all I need to do is learn the terms. All six pages of them.

Off to 1008-B for a quick chat, then Uniqlo for the night. 

I'm still at Bobst.....

Can we please acknowledge the fact that the time is now 3:21am. I have been sitting here approximately nine hours....and I only have my qr cheat sheet to show for it. Clearly something's wrong with me!! If I were in my room, I would have been 12,309,845,258,758,294,785,894,828,547,457,480 times more productive AND in the comfort of my own room.


That means tomorrow, I have to finish my wte draft, fill in all six media studies worksheets AND go to work from 4pm-12am, which really means 1am or 2am.
I have issues.


Now I'm hungy. And I kinda have a headache. I wonder if it's cold outside. weather.com says it's 33, but feels like 27.  


so many decisions....

this is me. studying.

At the moment, the majority of my NYU peers are stressing about exams. Like, getting 7 shots in their Starbucks beverage stressed/sleep deprived. I, however, am not one of them for several reasons. Allow me to enlighten you:

1. I tend to only get crazy about 12 hours in advance.

2. I am really easily distractible, and can only fully concentrate within those said 12 hours.

3. I COMPLETELY lucked out! I don't actually have final exams—and I'm not even in LSP!

and the list goes on, but I'm already bored.

So, my friend Lena tells me that I'll be 10,934,858,257 times more productive if I go to the lower level 2 of Bobst. Lena is wrong. See, I am quite easily distractible. In high school, when we had exams, where half the school was in the same room, I would get distracted by people once they started handing in their exams. I would literally watch every single person walk up and hand in their exam. Last time I checked, that's not conventionally a desirable trait. And LL2 is a huge room with, I don't know, 300-400 people. It's simply not an environment conducive to productivity. I've been here since 8pm (It is precisely 1:17am), and all I have to show is my qr cheat sheet. In my defense, it is beautifully color coordinated, because color helps me think.....but I digress.

NEWS ALERT: I just noticed that this Asian boy sitting near me, approximately at the 4:00 position if you will, whom I noticed earlier was drinking straight from a gallon of orange juice jug, is using the TINIEST laptop I've ever seen! It's smaller than his averagely sized head! I can't stop staring....but he just noticed, so I'll try not to stare any longer.