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Saturday, November 25, 2006

You know. The other day I was talking to Chris. And we were just sitting on the stairwell, talking about college. College students love to talk about college. Not anything specific about college, like this party or this class, but just the general concept: College.

"Man, I love college."

"Man, I'm so tired all the time at college."

"Man, college kicks ass."

"I smoke so much weed in college."

"I'm always wasted at college."

"College, college, college, college, college, college, collllegggeeeeeeeeeee."

 

Say the word forty times over and it'll take on that obscure effect, like it's some foreign word you've never even seen before. College. COLLEGE. CoLLege. Clsdflsdfisdfa.

Anyways, me and Chris were just talking about college, like college students do. And I was like, I'm not loving college right now. Like all the sparkles and sequins that come with the first year of college were gone and college isn't super exciting anymore and I'm not loving it anymore. And it freaked me out so bad that I didn't love college. That's another thing about being a college student. It's like some overarching, universal rule that you have to love, no excuse me, LOOOOVEEEE college!!!!!!! WHOO HOO!!!!!!! GIVE ME ANOTHER BEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And it felt like I had broke a really big rule, the rule being you must LOOOVE college, and that I was going to be a terrible person for the rest of my life, and that I was never going to get married, and that I would die a virgin, and that I would only have the company of my 40 cats. P.S. The dying the virgin part would be the most tragic, BY FAR. Second worst, is the cats part because I don't like cats. 

But I figured it out. Why I don't LOOOVVEE college right now. And it's because I'm socially exhausted. It's like you're ALWAYS around people. And I LOVE people. If people could be pets, I would have a zoo full of people. It's just I'm constantly around people, there's not ever a moment I'm not around them. I even dream about them, so I really don't have any time just to be on my own. And sometimes it's like AHHHHHH PEOPLLLEEEEEEEEEE. And it's like you always have to be on top of your game, and say the right things, and be in social situation mode. Hahaha. I know it all sounds so planned and meticulous. But that's what it feels like when you're socially exhausted. I geniunely, sincerely love to be with people. But it's like when I just want to be myself, I can't. There's not one place I can think of at UCLA where I can just be on my own, where I don't know anyone. On any given day, there's an average of 40,000 people on campus. People at the coffee shop. People in my room. People in my hall. People at parties. Cause you know, there usually aren't people at parties... derrrr. People in the dining hall. People on campus. People at the gym. People in the parking lot. It's seriously like AHLDSJFLKJSDF PEOPLE FREAKING EVERYWHERE. People people people people people!!!!!!! 

The thing about high school was that you went to school for like 7 or 8 hours. Then you went home, and had time to just be on your own. Just being by yourself is like the greatest meditation ever. You don't even have to think, it's meditation all the same. And if you were like AHHHHHH! I HATE THE WORLD! EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO! You could just take your car and John Mayer, and go on a nice long drive. And BAM! Feel amazing again! And then you have all this time to just rest, and it's like you start the next day again all rejuvinated and so excited to be with your friends again. But in college, it's like wake up, eat with people. Go to class with people. Walk back to the dorms with people. Eat dinner with people. Do HW with people. Party with people. Watch movies with people. Then eat midnight dinner with people. Go to sleep (maybe with people? if you got lucky in the booty department?), with the soundtrack of people in the hall. Probably dream about people. Then wake up and the whole thing starts over again. And sometimes I just need a break from it, even if for an hour. And it's unfortunate thing is that it's LA. So a peaceful, scenic drive would actually be loud honking, asshole drivers, nothing more scenic than a palm tree, bumper to bumper traffic type of a drive.

But the funny thing is, the most amazing part of college is actually the people. This is the only four years in your life where you're just going to be constantly surrounded by people. It's this phase where you get to really be with people all the time, figure out what pushes their buttons, what pushes your buttons, live with people, create this totally different level of a family, and learn how to be with people, in a totally different way. It's this whole new learning experience on how to socialize; like preschool but with weed, dirtier jokes, and longer nap times. And it's like oh my gosh, I've got to refigure everything out and learn how to be with people, all over again. You learn how to be more compassionate, more considerate, be a better person, be a new person, live with other people and get used to the fact that everyone's got different living habits. And it's not weird, it's just different. It's so crazy to think all the things we used to keep private, like our little quirks and habits and things we only do when we're by ourselves (kekekeke. take it how you like it, you big perv) are suddenly exposed. And it's like EVERYONE has to do it. We're all in this together. And it's so gratifying and amazing and fun and exhausting all at once. And I love it. Sometimes kinda hate it. But mostly it's all LOOOVVEEEEEEEE. I can't even begin to imagine my life being in a place different than UCLA, without the people who are in my lives now. And basically, I love it. No, LOOOOOVVVEEEEEEEEEEE it.


Sunday, August 27, 2006

i've rediscovered my new/oldfound love for music. i dont know what it is. but as i get older, music gets better and better. the way it hits me. shatters me. destroys me. remakes me. it's just like AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH. life.

 

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. life.

 

i think that's the best literary way i can express amazingness.

 

im staring at six double shot glasses right now.

 

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. barf.

 

i think that's the best literary way i can express hard alcohol.

 

i remember when i was six years old, i could easily use those antibacterial soaps without the alcoholic smell even slightly bothering me. or i could smell rubbing alcohol, and it'd be like no big thang. but nowwwwwww. if i even smell a whiff of alcohol, it's like BARF! exactly like that.

BARF!

see. at gap, we have to wipe down our ear pieces with antiseptic wipes. i mean. we don't HAVE to. but i guess if you don't mind other people's ear wax all over you, you don't have to wipe it down. i mind, so i wipe down my earpiece. and let me tell you. every time i open that little packet with that little antiseptic wipe towel, im like BARF! and the thing is... i actually do the BARF! face. i look like this:

 

BARF!!!!!!!!!!!

 

and every time i have to wipe it down, and i have my BARF! face, one of my manager's is standing there, staring at me. and i have to quickly recollect my BARF! face and put on my I'M SO HAPPY TO BE AT WORK! face.

so i look like this:

BARF!

oops.

IM SO HAPPY TO BE AT WORK!

 

my BARF! face is most passionate when, at that moment, im still hungover.

then it's like BARF! BARF! BARF!

 

how did i get from life. joy. music. utter euphoria. to BARF! face.

 

 


Monday, July 10, 2006

inspire me. give me 3 ideas to write about. and i'll just fly with one. i hope not only my little sister comments and leaves me 3 ideas. and the comment is going to be:

"HI MICHELLE!!!!!!!!!! WHO'S YOUR FAVORITE SISTER! THIS IS WHAT I WANT YOU TO WRITE ABOUT!

1. How cool I am.

2. How I'm the freaking best sister in the world.

3. How your farts stink up the whole house. "

and by the way, number 3 is completely false because im perfect, and i dont fart or poop.

inspire me. aspire me. perspire me.


Wednesday, November 09, 2005

AH HAHAHAH!!! my dad is so flippin hilarious. okay. so i asked him to bring a usb port that's also a mp3 player when he came up to visit. and the good father he is, he brought me the mp3 player. so i plugged it into my computer but my computer couldn't read it because i didn't have the software. so i asked him to send the software with emily, who's coming in TWO days!!! SO EXCITED! but he lost the software, but sent me the site where i can download the program. check it out:

I can't locate that driver disc, but I found the download site:

good dad he is, he sends a site that's completely in chinese. so i wrote him a gracious email back:

in case you didn't know father but i can't read a word of chinese except for SHIAO, DAH, and WHOAH. which, in case you couldn't figure out from the american letters, is small, big, and my. which in case you failed to notice, those three words aren't particularly helpful in downloading software. except for in these very unique cases:

a. "the small usb port needs to be downloaded."

b. "your big computer."

c. "my pants are too tight."

and just IN CASE you overlooked this slight detail, knowing small in chinese would not be helpful at all for understanding a. because i'd read the directions and all i would remember is "blah small blah blah blah blah blah." MAYBE i would recognize downloaded in chinese. also. "blah big blah." AND "my blah blah blah." WHICH BY THE WAY wouldn't even matter because tight pants have NOTHING to do with computer software. thanks a lot dad. you suck.

HAHAHHHAAHHAH. im KIDDING! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DADDY! you make me laugh. hope your morning is entertaining as mine was.

your gorgeous daughter, michelle

p.s. oh yeah. i forgot to tell you. i clicked on the english part. so i figured it out. HAHA. im bright. that's why im at UCLA. or at least that's what they keep telling us. IT'S A LIE DAD!!! the guy down the hall has a 900 SAT!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's not one of the brightest kids in the nation!!!!! send emily to a bad school. she'll AT LEAST get into harvard. make the asian dream come true dad! fight hard!

I LOVE MY DAD. i hope he doesn't get offended by my email. sometimes i make jokes that make him really mad. like that one time i told him i was thinking about prostitution as a career. WOW. did NOT go over well at all. but he doesn't mind ANY of my jewish jokes. WHAT?! what's more politically incorrect or father inappropriate? jewish jokes or prostitution jokes? uh. you be the judge. he has an unpredictable sense of humour.


 


Monday, November 07, 2005

okay. i just realized i get really turned off by people who look at you hella crazy when you talk about harry potter. make you feel like you probably shouldn't have mentioned that you applied to hogwarts, but you got rejected so you chose LA instead. but then you go to their facebook, and one of their groups is HARRY POTTER FANS!!!!! you lying bitch! man. sorry for the vulgar words. but hey. those people really push my buttons. it's like if you can't openly declare your love for harry, then dont do it secretly behind your stupid facebook!!!! WHY ARE YOU SO EMBARASSED? there's nothing to be embarassed about!!!!!!!!!! the people who DONT like harry potter ought to be ashamed! not you! MANG. im pissed. whoo. im going to go take a walk now.



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