more power to ya!

Bill Dunbar: You know, if you were mine, I'd never let you go.
Katherine Watson: I wouldn't have asked your permission.

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this quote.  If you don't recognize it, get to googling!

meal plan

This semester may be eating my lunch, but I'm still the reigning champion over breakfast, morning snack, midafternoon chocolate frenzy (Are six fun size Snickers equivalent to one regular size one?), after school pantry scavenging, convenience store dinner, and last resort peanut butter and honey dessert.  Eat that, semester!

who you callin' random?!

Tonight, after a lovely sushi dinner, my friend, her two-month-old daughter, and I copped a squat on the curb to sit and chat.  We were on the edge of the sidewalk, where cars pull in to park, and we were facing a vacant parking spot.  When a giant suburban rolled in and hit the brakes inches from our feet (and the baby's head), we kept chatting and pretended not to be alarmed.  We shaded the baby's eyes until the driver of the giant suburban finally turned the lights off.  My friend commented, "Well, that's random to just leave your lights on for that long."  And, of course, I said, "Really?  She's the random one?  We're hanging out on a curb with a baby."  I think we may have just surpassed the ghetto factor of the "baby in a bar" scene from Sweet Home Alabama!

observe your breath...not your neighbor

Tonight, during the last twenty minutes of class, my professor decided to demonstrate a relaxation exercise.  Really?  Really?  After listening to three hours of lecture, you want twenty exhausted people to sit still in little plastic chairs, close their eyes, and observe their breath?  Okay, but don't act surprised when we all topple like dominoes because one student (your favorite, I'm sure) gets a little too "deep in meditation."  Oh, and also, cute guy in class whose name I don't know but whose blue button down shirt is my favorite, if I happen to casually lay my head on your shoulder, pay no attention...it's totally an accident!

Ironical

While putting the finishing touches on a ten page paper about racial and cultural identity development, I reached an impasse.  If your name is Lee Mun Wah, is Mun your middle name or part of your last name?  How do I cite you, Lee?  How?!

rediscovered greatness

This morning when I didn't want to start my paper, I perused my collection of DVDs and pulled one that was still in its original package.  After wrestling with the plastic and picking off all the little pieces of the strip of tape that refuses to come off in one fluid motion (Why do they put those things on there anyway?), I popped the DVD in the tray and settled in for a Saturday morning slumber party!  Much to my surprise, Mona Lisa Smile is fantabulous!  Fantabulous, I tell you!  So fantabulous, in fact, that I am watching it again for my Saturday night slumber party!  And the best thing is, I never got out of my pajamas.  Talk about being prepared!  So, goodnight, moon and hello, Wellesly girls!

someone else's dreams

If there is a disorder for people who are tired but cannot make themselves go to sleep, I have it.  All day long, I look forward to hitting the hay.  Then, when the opportunity arises, it just seems like such a sad thing to sleep when I could do more productive things...like read some good fiction, or watch some good fiction, or listen to some good fiction.  If only I could make myself dream my own fiction!