those maraschino cherries always leave a bad taste in my mouth.

so i'm pseudo going with will (since his boy is busy) to charity ball. and now i've got medium format film for the brownie hawkeye, which will totally put the cherry on my cake for that night.

me and em delivered a bunch of invitations last night, to which peter says, "didn't you guys have a formal a few weeks back? and you're having a crush party now? dude, your house is fucking legit!" and later he walked me home so i would not fall victim to the crazy screwdrive guy currently terrorizing the campus. he's had eight victims within the last two weeks.

i finally got a hold of roger today, for all of fifteen minutes. he looked like death, and kept going on about how overwhelmed he was with everything. i left feeling rather depressed, which was worsened by watching last week's episode of grey's, and cinched by ashley's call just now. what's sad is that those fifteen minutes i saw him today, fifteen minutes in at least three weeks, is more than anyone has probably seen him.

i made a resolution in africa recitation today to be more productive. that is,

a. get a summer internship in new york.
b. take more pictures, make more art.
c. preemptively and proactively do more things with my free time.
d. work more with fashion.

aaaand i got home and failed.

i'm still debating photography vs. graphic design. this may take my entire life.

today, 12:47 pm, addams mac lab:

me: mike, can you stop being a patronizing asshole for two fucking seconds?!
mike: i will when you stop being emotional and start listening to reason!

love hate. soooo love hate.

but i do need to loosen up on taking little things sooo seriously. but at the same time, people in my house need to learn to communicate better, and possibly crawl out of our own assholes every so often.

one thing i scored when home with will was his mom's brownie hawkeye, which she got as a gift when she was seven. we need to get some medium format film from calumet and hopefully take some sweet pictures this weekend, maybe at charity ball with everyone all dolled up.

i need more creative motivation to make more art, outside of class limitations and strict deadlines with tedious assignments. i've got my old school nikon slr, and my polaroid camera, my canon powershot, and now a brownie hawkeye... but in between art projects and papers and socializing, it seems all i really have time for is lying on my bed staring at the ceiling for five minutes before i pass out. it's a shame, all the things i want to do...

i got crush party invites done, ready to be sent. turned out to be a bigger bitch than expected, but it's nice to do something silly and trivial like this especially after weeks of nonstop academia.

it's silly how much of a girl i've really become, what with the worrying about boys, and the fashion magazines, and the constant need for retail therapy, and the whining (according to anthony), and the emotional shit (according to mike)... but at least it's relatively kept under my superficial layer of "frat boy" and "chillness." i think life would be so much more boring without all this randomness clashing with itself. then i wouldn't be special like my mother never told me i was.

we had turkey, but i had to make my own mashed potatoes

so, as we embark, in short? i'm a california girl, going to school in philadelphia (at penn), trying to make it as a communication and fine arts double major, while still managing to achieve a certain level of ridiculousness on the time off.


thanksgiving was never a big holiday with my family. i haven't been home for it in three years. (apparently, however, now that i'm gone they're having great big family reunions, but anwho...)

so thanksgiving 06 was spent with the roommate, who i suppose i can never get away from (and thank god for it). will's from the philly main line, and his mother was a fantastic cook and his father was a slightly-less-fantastic jokester. there's nothing like someone else's family time.

there was a surprising number of dinner parties, where i stuck out like a sore thumb being the only girl, the only asian, and the only one without parents. one of will's friends commented that i seemed more like his girlfriend than anything else. that would certainly have caused an upheaval among those parents.

saturday was will's best friend's will's twentieth birthday, where will and i were featured as the shitshows. i was pounding away beers faster than most others were sipping their drinks, while will and will went shot for shot twice. a new drinking game we played featured some choice phrases: "ghost face crilla puh puhm!" (will foster) and "will needs to get some birthday ass tonight!" (will's little bro). which, to his delight i'm sure, he did. and to mine, of course.

and five short days later we are back, with two weeks of classes left followed by two or three weeks of studying and exams. currently i'm working on invitations to our crush party on saturday. i'm interested to see how this one pans out. it has all the makings of unexpected retardness.