Reunion #1

So, I got the "spring update?" to the Hackley yearbook. With the pictures from prom and senior dinner and graduation. and I got hit by wave of nostalgia (which I actually get quite often).
I went back home this weekend. Hackley feels different for some reason, maybe its because I don't go there anymore. I know the people there, but there were also people I didn't know. In short, I felt like a stranger. only slightly.
Saturday was Emily's birthday, so we went to the city to celebrate.
too bad everyone was kind of sick.

it didn't occur to me how much I had missed everyone until I saw them. Luckily, everyone's more or less within reachable distance. But, i don't know, I get that almost but not quite awkward feeling of separation? it's like a highschool friend meeting college friend kinda thing. not that it's a bad thing. it's only natural. but I'm still not used to the fact that these people that i've known for three years are making friends with people I don't know. WOAH. SO SHOCKING.
not really. i have my own friends, too.
instead of having the same life with the same friends and same social scene (hey! were there any?), it's like we are all going our own way and having our own lives.

Having a life is good. GO MAKE FRIENDS!


Wild Night?

oh yes. TOTALLY. how is not wild watching six movies in one weekend and staying up really really late.. or early.
that was finally something that I'm at least a little more used to doing. plus it was fun.. as long as i remember to forget that i still had homework to do. being sleep-deprived can be a wonderful thing. it makes me extremely hyper, and i can usually sleep REALLY well afterwards. I watched Moulin Rouge for the first time.. and it was around 4 am, so i felt like i was hallucinating, which wasn't actually a bad feeling. ah-haha. and I am absolutely in love with ewan mcgregor, who is extremely good-looking and can sing really well, which makes him that much better. too bad he's old and married and i don't know him. haha. I've also discovered that my friends here have weird and awkward tendencies, which is highly amusing and somewhat comforting because 1. it's entertaining and 2. my other friends (you) all have weird tendencies.
i'm really excited for this weekend. hopefully i'll satistfy my pinkberry craving that has been building up since a month ago.
by the way,

the Barefoot Monkeys are sick.


Total and Absolute Humiliation?

About "Synchronized Ice Skating". yeah, it's really cool, except for the fact that I realized that I haven't skated since I was 11.. so I just couldn't quite move on the ice. I wish I was better. But FEAR NOT! utter humiliation will not stop me from skating. it is really fun (and cold). I have yet to do anything else that's interesting... There was a tea party, which reminded me of Alice's Tea Cup, that I wasn't technically invited to, but I kind of just invited myself. The tea wasn't really that good though. 
oh, funny thing. I didn't sleep in my room last night because I got back from the ice-skating thing pretty late, and I was watching asian TV in my friend's room. when I got back this morning, I went to shower in my super genius "bath rope," which is an oversized sweatshirt that I got by accident a couple years ago. and people were staring at me weirdly.
Whose sweater is she wearing?
i can't wait until next weekend.



there was this belated celebration of the mid-autumn's festival with ASA (asian student association!!) and the second piece of mooncake i had had nuts in it and tasted like crap.
but overall was fun. what else can i ask for? free food, lots of asians, candles in paper boats floating in water...
oh, and i seriously wanted to (and attempted to) light those boats on fire. it was nice. i like the smell of burning paper. it was a connection with my heritage, not that i don't have enough of that already.
ok, i'm weird.
NOTE TO SELF: i could do with more non-asian friends.



this is REALLY BIG.
my room is perpertually messy.
but what is this? my bed is cleaned?
i don't even make my bed at home.



So, this would be like a re-cap of my past.. 3 weeks(?) at Vassar. it is decent. and decent is probably the strongest word i can use. i actually like it A LOT more than when I first got here because GUESS WHAT? I've made friends. which is a good thing, by the way. Yet somehow I feel like there's a piece about college that's still missing. What about the thrill of going to classes? (and I am totally serious) Everyone I've met are in love with what they're taking even though it's a lot of work. My classes are just so.. dull. Is it because I went to Hackley? or because all the ones i'm taking are number-based lecture types? Why do I feel like everyone else is drowning in work and when I've got tons of free time (though i do complain about how i have no time). Why can't I drown with everyone else? or a better way to put it might be.. WHY CAN'T I FEEL PRODUCTIVE? i'm always in the library, but other people are working on papers and readings while I waste my time on problem sets that I already knew how to do two years ago but have forgotten? and why am i complaining about having free time?
Perhaps I just like to torture myself. If I die of overworking one day, I might just be really happy in my afterlife.
i really miss people =[

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That's the amount of time I spent making this blog. It took some time to remember all that html/css stuff I self-taught when I was in 7th grade. This is a lazy way to let you know what's happening in my life.