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Miss you but I won't. [ moving out ]
After coming home from my exhausting RTN364 final project listening party that I stressed out a tonnnn for. I literally finished the project 2 seconds before Professor Bolt walked in. I was like "uh, I JUUUUST finished" and he goes, while setting down the bananas, oranges, and donuts he brought for breakfast for us, "don't tell me that! Far as I know, you finished a week ago." I love him. I'm gonna miss Prof. Bolt. I'm wearing my Communist Party t-shirt from Threadless. I like to party with Lenin, Stalin, Castro, Marx, and of course jolly old Mao who got half my family killed or detained. That's how I roll. Replace his brainwashyness with a party cup. I especially like the lampshade perched crooked on Marx's head. I've spent all day buying supplies for and then beginning to pack. Grace's parents come tomorrow to take all of my stuff I'm storing over the summer to P.Paul's house in Ithaca, and then all I'm left with are clothes and toiletries to stuff in suitcases to bring home to Denver with me. And then I'm home, in two days. It's so bizarre to think that after living here in room 541 in Shaw Hall for a year, that it's ending and all my life's worth for the year is either going in the trash, the donation bins downstairs, or into suitcases and boxes, to be separated and shipped off. My walls are bare and white, and my room looks like a disaster area. Right now on my desk is a bunch of textbooks that the book-returns didn't want, a few DVDs, bubble wrap, scotch tape, trash bags, scissors, the Fahrenheit album, and a few packets of instant oatmeal that I need to finish before I go home. Oy. I just want to be done with it. I hate, as in loathe, packing/unpacking. I seriously wish I had a maid to do it all for me. My roommate or anybody I've ever lived with can contest to how much I absolutely detest it. I will leave my suitcases full of my unpacked clothes on the floor for weeks at a time until it's just too much of a hindrance to keep there anymore. Odds and ends will sit everywhere on my desk and my shelves until I make myself get up and put them away. It's probably because once I start, it's hard to make me stop. Same with anything I do, whether it's homework, piano, or even just drawing. I'm fucking lazy as hell to drag myself up and do these huge tasks because I know that once I start, I will completely throw myself into a project and exhibit signs of restless-leg-syndrome and other irritable antsyness until the thing is completely done to my satisfaction. Sometimes I've gone into my bathroom to clean my mirror and then three hours later, come out with sore arms and a sparkling bathroom. I know that once I move out also, I'm gonna be itching to vaccuum the floor of the room I no longer occupy. But I will MAKE MYSELF WALK AWAY, DAMMIT. Sometimes I think I'm like a less neurotic version of Monica from Friends. >_< Look at all those FIC REQUESTS. Eff it all. I have 11 Fahrenheit ficrequests to complete, plus the 9 other stories I'm already working on, two of which are on fictionpress and of which the readers are about ready to lynch me because I haven't updated so long. That, plus I know a ton of other ideas will no doubt spring into my head over the summer. But NO. I will prioritize. Extinction, Something Ever After, and Life on the Other Side get first priority (and Girl for Hire I suppose, but only because of the readers dammit). And somewhere in there, all the FLH requests will get done too. THIS SPELLZ GOOD TIMEZ!!! *note the sarcasm.* I'm scared that my muse is leaving me, or at least, isn't as bright and brilliant as she used to be. I look at what I've written in the past, like Rescued, or And I'm Tumbling Down, and the greatness of those oneshots awes me. I don't know if I'm capable of pulling something like that out of my head or my ass now. I hope I am. I just haven't read anything in a while, neither have I been struck by a particularly awesome idea (except Life on the Other Side). I hope I'm still the writer I once was, and that I haven't LOST IT. PLEASE, COME BACK TO MEEEEE. I just need to set up shop in my thinking tank: my shower. This has nothing to do with anything, but since coming to SU, I've started eating a lot of grapes. Besides the fact that it's just that our dining hall serves them a lot, I don't know why. I used to hate grapes. But now I really like them, green ones more than purple ones. o__o. Also, plantains. But that started after we went to that drug-dealing Caribbean restaurant during New Year's. Two shows I've recently gotten hooked on: Just seasons 5 & 6. It's funny to me that I like this show; mostly because I used to be so adamantly against it. I really hate those fabricated supposed-to-be "high-school" shows even though the actors are all so obviously older and more beautiful and so much less awkward than real high school kids. And their lives are definitely not what high school is like. Perhaps this is why I refuse to watch seasons 1-4, which is about their high school life, and choose instead to start with season 5, when the actors are somewhat closer to their real ages at 22-23, though it's still not likely that at age 22, you can be a high school teacher, own your own fashion line, have a five-year-old and a huge house, own your own record label, or look like Lucas Scott. In my head, I make them around 25. But anyway, the show is very feel-good-warm-fuzzies. PSawyer is my favorite. She is who I want to be, because I'm sort of like her already minus the nobility and grace with which she handles life. Also, season 6 episode 3 made me cry harder than any tv show has ever done. I miss Q. And I like the fact that they make fun of themselves in one episode, when Lucas's book is optioned for a movie and Brooke asks him if Natalie Portman can play her in the movie. When Lucas says no, because it's supposed to be set in high school (implying Natalie Portman is too old to look high-school age), it was ironic since that's what I think about THEM portraying high school kids. And then Brooke says, so what, you're going to get some CW bitch? And I laughed XDD (One Tree Hill airs on the CW. So Brooke's actress and everybody else ARE the CW bitches she's speaking of). One thing that did bother me though was the Nannie Carrie plot in Season 6, when she kidnapped Dan and held him prisoner in her house, because it was SOOOO ripped off from Stephen King's Misery. And Nannie Carrie fails in the shadow of Annie Wilkes. However, if I ever see the actress for Nannie Carrie on the street, I will be tempted to egg her. I. LOVE. FRINGE. It is one of the most genius shows to ever grace modern television, and in the midst of all the cop shows (though I love my SVU) and the lawyer shows and the doctor shows and the high school drama shows, it's SUCH a relief to see something this refreshing even though the science is bogus (hey, could've fooled me. I know nothing about science). It's a mixture of X-Files, Law and Order SVU (their main character is even named Olivia xD), and sometimes, Supernatural. It is the first time I have seen Josh Jackson and not hated him. Also, after only seeing John Noble play the somewhat stupid and smallminded character of Denethor from LOTR, it's so nice to see him do such a great character as Walter. And I love Broyles, because I've only ever seen him be creepy ass antagonists. So it's great to see all of these people be awesome for once. But I very much so want John Scott to cease existing. I don't care that they've found out he's not the traitorous asshat he was originally thought to be, the man makes me sick. He's on the Derek Shepherd from Grey's Anatomy level: creepy pedophilic. Just go 'way. I want another piercing on my right ear. Perhaps my cartiledge? Except I'm scared of that, so maybe I'll get another one on my lobe. Currently I have 5 on my ears; two I got with my mom when I turned 17, two horseshoe gauges I got with Daren at Freaky's for my 18th birthday and which hurt like a bitch and which I have no interest in expanding, and another piercing on my right ear I got for New Years 2008. I planned on having 10 by the time I turned 21, so I guess in this next year, I have to get 5 more, LOL. Well, I could get another one on my lobe and then my cartiledge at the same time? That'll take me to 7 and then I think I'll be done for a while. I really want my lip or my eyebrow pierced, but I dont think I'd be able to pull off the lip piercing and eyebrow piercings look trashy on girls (I think only guys can work those). And getting anything else pierced is out of the question for me. I remember the weirdest thing I ever saw as far as piercings go: I saw a blond girl, totally preppy with a white polo and ponytail and white-shell necklace and blue eyes, with 6, 8, and 10 gauges on both her ears. FREAKIEST THING EVER. Besides the fact that her ears were freaky weighed down by these huuuuge gauges, it totally went against her image. But hey, whatever makes her happy. To bring things around full circle, walking down the hallway and hearing everybody inside their rooms tearing tape and stuffing things in boxes and shuffling things around (and I am NOT pressing my ears against their doors >_>) makes me a bit... nostalgic? Dorms must see a lot of things happen. Fresh-faced students come in, all throughout the year stress, laugh, fall in love, cry, throw up, get homesick, talk, grow up, and get smarter (or dumber, if you take philosophy) within their quarters. And then May rolls around, and everybody leaves, and it's like they/we were never here. The only things to show for us are a few leftover hooks on the walls where we hung our towels and posters, and a few stains on the floor from that time we spilled the beer we weren't supposed to have in our rooms, and in my case, little double-sided foam tape remainders from our glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. And then besides that, is just an empty, haunting dorm. Students have come and gone from these halls since 1850. In a disillusioned person's point of view, seems a little pointless doesn't it? Life cycles on and on and then you're gone, with nothing but a few scratches and dings on the walls and floors where you lived to show for it. Everything comes to an end. But I'm not disillusioned; I'm excited for the future, and where my education within these walls will bring me. Hopefully, 5 more ear piercings and a television broadcast job ;). Schedule for the next two days: MAY 5th, 10 AM: Call CIEE to figure out what classes I'm taking in Taiwan ________, 10:30 AM: Run to HBC & Maxwell to petition for those classes ________, 11 AM: Steele Hall to turn in class petitions & semester of leave ________, 12 PM: Lunch ________, 12:30 PM: Move things out with Grace's parents ________, 2:45 PM: Dan's room to watch the soccer game in mah jerzey ________, 4 PM: Start packing clothes ________, 4:30 PM: Early dinner with Kelly @ Inside Noodles ________, 5:30 PM: Younique Teahouse for bubble tea ________, 6 PM: Pack moar & study for ANT349 Final MAY 6th, 8 AM: ANT349 Final ________, 10 AM: Finish up packing ________, 3 PM: Taxi to airport ________, 5:15 PM: FLYING HOME ________, 8:25 PM Denver Time: HOME. Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty richhh. I'm coming home, honeys! End o' school countdown: 2 days. China countdown: 31 days. x summer mood ; excited music ; beautiful, dirty, rich - lady gaga obsession ; pickles, bubble wrap, lady gaga crave ; CLUBBING & DENVER location ; cuse, ny -> in what used to be and will shortly no longer be my room in 541 shaw Labels: camwhoring, life, musing, tv shows On Monday, May 04, 2009 at 6:09:00 PM |
the girl.
I'm Meichen Yu. I'm Summer Yu. I'm Chen. I'm Winter.I'm a 20 year old Chinese (fan)girl from Denver, Colorado, who goes to New York for university. I'm a broadcast journalism major hoping to work in Taiwan as a variety show host after graduation. I love my family of 100+. I've played piano since I was 5 (had it beat into me, more like) and guitar, I charcoal and sketch, and I write fiction. I Photoshop too much. I keep up with fashion, use shopping as cardio, love experimenting with makeup, and go dancing a lot. I am attached to my iPod, love and breathe music, and own too many faded concert tshirts. I dress eclectically; I have polos, suspenders, bright dresses, African print, and Converse lace-up boots in my closet. I'm a walking oxymoron. I can be chill and laid-back and go-with-the-flow and I can also be very passionate and headstrong. I'm girly but emotionally I'm a bit like a man. I'm rather blunt and oblivious and incredibly insensitive. I have a low man-voice and I use it to tell it like it is. I'm a huuuuge EPL (English Premiere League) fan and World Cup fanatic. I can't understand why America is the only country who doesn't see soccer (FOOTBALL) for the beautiful game it is. It's pretty much the only sport I keep up with. Also, I'm a huuuge Asian celebrity fangirl. Fahrenheit, in particular Jiro and Aaron, are my weak spot, though Big Bang ranks as a close second by sheer force of talent. I love Donglun slash. (I also love Reno/Cloud slash.) Often times when I'm walking around listening to my iPod I will daydream a whole music video (with me in them most of the time) in my head as a song plays. Other times I will imagine whole Taiwanese Dramas and cast all the characters. I believe my whole life thus far can be accurately summed up by The Googoo Doll's Dizzy Up the Girl album, hence the blog title. I also hope my future life (with Jiro) will be able to be summed up by Cheer Chen's discography. I eat too much, sleep erratically and usually during the day, party hard, and work my ass off. I have a short attention span and am pretty good at wasting time. Sometimes I get worried that nobody understands my strange self but most of the time I'm not concerned with working too hard at making friends because if it's meant to be, it will stick. I dream big and believe my life will follow as such. If you box your possibilities into a small space, your life will only be mediocre. God gave us dreams and the means to make them come true; use them. I love my good and fearful God. I'm excited to see where life takes me. I'm excited to be alive. :). I'm terrible at summing myself up in these things. |
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