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| Someday, this will be mine.
Who the heck thinks "Hmm, I'd really like my toilet to look like a giant strawberry"? I mean, I love strawberries and all, but I don't really want to, you know, take a crap in one.
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| UGH. I am so not looking forward to this class.
First off, it was listed as an Asian American LITERATURE class. In reality? I show up to class today and the prof was like "Oh, there was a bit of false advertising --this is actually a film class. We're not going to be reading anything at all, really."
See, I LIKE literature. I LIKE reading. And since this is a GE, I wanted something easy. But a film class? Way more time consuming because you have to watch movies (I read very fast, but you can't watch movies fast, you're stuck). Not to mention this means I have to learn all the film terminology so that I can write decent papers analyzing films --and that's not what I'm interested in!
Secondly, the professor submitted her booklist really late. It wasn't online until two days ago, so I ordered my books off Amazon then. What did I hear in class today? "Oh, I changed the book list again. Don't buy any of the books on the book list now, just buy the ones on the syllabus I'm handing out."
What the fuck. What the fuck?? FUCK YOUR LIFE!!!
Thirdly, 90% of the class is Asian. Now look, I have nothing against Asians, especially as an Asian myself. But this is going to be one big bitchfest about how Asians are portrayed unfairly in media, yada yada yada -- which is often true, but you don't get very far just talking about it to other Asians! They already agree with you! How are we going to hear some different perspectives on the issue when everyone is Asian?
So there you have it. First day of the new semester, and I'm already filled with rage. I think I'm developing anger issues.
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| I chickened out!
Classes start tomorrow. I was registered for orchestra...but then today I just dropped the course and backed out. Meh.  I just don't know if I have time for it, since I'm studying for GREs this semester and I still want to do taekwondo. I don't think I have time to practice.
I'm also too scared to go, since I don't know if I can get my chops back and I don't want to be *that person* --the one who joins later when everybody else already knows each other, and then sucks really badly. Not brave enough to do that again.
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| I'm not sure why I fall for this every time I come home. See, my brother usually wants a haircut when he comes home for break. So since she's cutting hair anyways, my mom always asks me if I want a trim while she's got the scissors and everything out.
Mom: Eh, Robin, do you want me to trim your hair too?
Me: Ok, just thin it and leave the length alone. (I realize people usually want more volume, but my hair is ridiculously thick. Sometimes it feels like I have more hair than head)
Mom: (holding her index finger and thumb 1 inch apart) How about I take an inch off? Just to get rid of any split ends.
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See, I don't have split ends. It's one of those things that has never really been a problem for me, ever. But I figure, one inch won't hurt --my hair is getting kind of long, and it usually is good to chop the end off since that part tends to become dry/damaged.
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Me: All right, but just 1 inch, ok?
Mom: Ok, just 1 inch.
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Now guess what happens once I'm actually in the chair, immobilized beneath those slippery sheet thingies you have to wear when you get your hair cut?
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Mom: (lets my hair down out of its bun) Aiiyah! The ends are so messy! I'll just cut this off since it flips out so messily.
Me: Um, what?
Mom: This much! (presses her hand against my back, about 4 inches above the end of my hair) Ok? It's still very long.
Me: I thought you said an inch?!
Mom: But the bottom is so messy! Unacceptable!
Me: It's flipping up because I had it in a bun all day! It's not permanently like that!
Mom: (tsks) Aiiyah, it's so messy! I'll cut it off, your hair is too long anyways.
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So my hair is a lot shorter now. To be fair, it isn't too short, and I don't actually mind it this length. I'm just afraid to ask her to cut it to this length for fear it'll end up cut above my cheekbones. I mean, if this is what happens when I agree to 1 inch...
Anyhow, I thought it was amusing so I shared. 
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| So today, I floated around Xanga reading a bunch of blogs since I was bored. Eventually, I got tired of that, so what did I turn to, to keep me occupied? No, not reading, not writing (though I should; come to think of it, maybe I'll do that now), not exercise or practicing or any other of a number of things I could do.
I turned to the math section of my GRE book and worked practice problems. AND I LIKED IT.
Something tells me I've been spending a little too much time in this house.
Mini Survey!
1. Look at your Xanga footprints for today. What country is the farthest footprint from, and is it someone you know? How about the farthest one that you don't know? I think it'd have to be Korea, and yes, I do know who it was (I assume). Farthest from someone I don't know would be Senegal or Italy. Or did I get my distances wrong? My geography sucks so much. Those are the out-of-country footprints, anyhow.
2. Do you read the featured posts, or is Xanga just for journaling? I do read the featured posts if they're interesting.
3. How's 2009 treating you so far? Do you anticipate it being better or worse than 2008? Hmm...so far it's all right. I anticipate it being a bit busier in some ways, and hopefully better.
Edit: I really need to start emailing more people besides Abe. I just emailed my professor/faculty mentor, and I very nearly signed it "Love--R". I'm not sure I'd be able to face him if I actually did that.
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