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Apologies for the lack of updates. Unfortunately for me, I returned home for winter break with three final papers to write before December 24th. Plus, my sister brought home her boyfriend's X-box with pirated copies of every super nintendo game ever made, so Tetris Attack and Super Bomberman 2 have lately surpassed the internet as my preferred mode of procrastination.
But I've been thinking about what to write here, collecting little observations, even drafting long posts in my head. Of course, all of my ideas scampered away as soon as I sat down. But anyway I've had a good time so far. I spent a weekend doing temp work, specifically, selling leather jackets at Costco. It was so head-meltingly dull that halfway through I began scurrying around like a rabid ant, organizing all the coats by style, size, and color. I made a pact with myself that if it wasn't dark outside by the time I finished, I would commit suicide. You know, to give myself something to look forward to.
Hm, I guess that doesn't sound like a very good time. Well, on Monday, Kirsten, her boyfriend Bryson, Loreal, and I went to Olvera Street and Chinatown in Los Angeles. We looked at tacky rottweiler banks, Asian porn, and a giant lard-colored wax blob that they've decided to call a "70-year-old candle." Loreal gave us a puppet show with a plaster marionette. At lunch, I spilled water all over my myself, and Bryson tried to pass me some napkins to help clean it up but he actually just pushed the puddle of water on the table into my lap. Thanks, Bryson!
Then we had to try to find a bathroom in Chinatown. A lady at a plant store gave us a key and told us it was upstairs, so we rode an old creaky elevator to the second floor, then walked through a wire doorway and down a dark, dusty, grey-brick hall. The girl's bathroom had three stalls, the doors of which were in a pile on the floor. None of the toilets had been flushed by the previous users, and there was no toilet paper, so Kirsten had to tear off strips of a flier she'd gotten on the street and pass them out. Then we met Bryson outside, and he informed us that the urinal in the boy's bathroom was filled with leeches. Of course we had to look at it. I'm starting to regret telling this story, but rest assured that it was indeed filled with small, squiggly brown worm thingies.
ANYWAY, that was fun, especially because I always have such a good time with Loreal. She's one person who I always enjoy hanging out with, even when we're trying to find the USC campus which she assures me is "eight minutes away!" but we take the wrong exit off the freeway three times because she's reading the Mapquest directions wrong and it takes more like eighty minutes. It's amazing how time flies when you're "harmonizing" old-school Jewel songs and Christmas songs and playing a category game, which involves naming a category like "BRANDS OF SHOES!" and then going back and forth listing things that fall into that category. If you can't think of anything, you lose. It's the funnest boring-sounding game since The Moose Is Ready, which I'll explain another time. Yeah!
It's nice to be home with the family, especially my sister, even if she now dresses like J.Lo in her P.Diddy phase. She bought me a lot of pink clothes for Christmas, including a pink puffy vest, which I've been wanting for weeks. Ask Burcu. Sometime in November, I said, "Burcu, I think I'm going to buy a pink puffy vest!" and she said, "Please don't." Well, Burcu, I didn't. My sister bought it for me! HA HA HA HA HA
Apologies for the lack of updates. Unfortunately for me, I returned home for winter break with three final papers to write before December 24th. Plus, my sister brought home her boyfriend's X-box with pirated copies of every super nintendo game ever made, so Tetris Attack and Super Bomberman 2 have lately surpassed the internet as my preferred mode of procrastination.
But I've been thinking about what to write here, collecting little observations, even drafting long posts in my head. Of course, all of my ideas scampered away as soon as I sat down. But anyway I've had a good time so far. I spent a weekend doing temp work, specifically, selling leather jackets at Costco. It was so head-meltingly dull that halfway through I began scurrying around like a rabid ant, organizing all the coats by style, size, and color. I made a pact with myself that if it wasn't dark outside by the time I finished, I would commit suicide. You know, to give myself something to look forward to.
Hm, I guess that doesn't sound like a very good time. Well, on Monday, Kirsten, her boyfriend Bryson, Loreal, and I went to Olvera Street and Chinatown in Los Angeles. We looked at tacky rottweiler banks, Asian porn, and a giant lard-colored wax blob that they've decided to call a "70-year-old candle." Loreal gave us a puppet show with a plaster marionette. At lunch, I spilled water all over my myself, and Bryson tried to pass me some napkins to help clean it up but he actually just pushed the puddle of water on the table into my lap. Thanks, Bryson!
Then we had to try to find a bathroom in Chinatown. A lady at a plant store gave us a key and told us it was upstairs, so we rode an old creaky elevator to the second floor, then walked through a wire doorway and down a dark, dusty, grey-brick hall. The girl's bathroom had three stalls, the doors of which were in a pile on the floor. None of the toilets had been flushed by the previous users, and there was no toilet paper, so Kirsten had to tear off strips of a flier she'd gotten on the street and pass them out. Then we met Bryson outside, and he informed us that the urinal in the boy's bathroom was filled with leeches. Of course we had to look at it. I'm starting to regret telling this story, but rest assured that it was indeed filled with small, squiggly brown worm thingies.
ANYWAY, that was fun, especially because I always have such a good time with Loreal. She's one person who I always enjoy hanging out with, even when we're trying to find the USC campus which she assures me is "eight minutes away!" but we take the wrong exit off the freeway three times because she's reading the Mapquest directions wrong and it takes more like eighty minutes. It's amazing how time flies when you're "harmonizing" old-school Jewel songs and Christmas songs and playing a category game, which involves naming a category like "BRANDS OF SHOES!" and then going back and forth listing things that fall into that category. If you can't think of anything, you lose. It's the funnest boring-sounding game since The Moose Is Ready, which I'll explain another time. Yeah!
It's nice to be home with the family, especially my sister, even if she now dresses like J.Lo in her P.Diddy phase. She bought me a lot of pink clothes for Christmas, including a pink puffy vest, which I've been wanting for weeks. Ask Burcu. Sometime in November, I said, "Burcu, I think I'm going to buy a pink puffy vest!" and she said, "Please don't." Well, Burcu, I didn't. My sister bought it for me! HA HA HA HA HA
