My four-year/eight-semester tenure at the Daily Trojan is over. In a way, I think it's time anyway; I was getting really cynical and bitter, and it's good that someone else is taking over. :) But it's been a huge part (some might say the entirety) of my life at USC, and I'm going to definitely miss it.
Today, I've also turned in my decline form to USC Rossier. I mailed my acceptance form and deposit to Boston College. So unless I don't graduate in 2 weeks, I'm going to be in Boston from the end of July until winter 2007, at least.
I also got my cap and gown from the bookstore today with my gift certificate that Mona gave to the senior editors. It's a good investment of the money, I think.
Today, I also set up my Alumni Association account and my permant alumni forwarding e-mail. So that's done.
So many things got done today in terms of finishing up my college career, but as sad as it might seem, it's time.
Boston, HERE I COME!
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
almost there
I'm almost decided where I want to go -- Boston. The thing is, though, if I'm going for the right reason. I see it as a fulfillment of a dream, but what else is pulling me there? Am I going to regret this down the road when I can't find a job in Massachusetts?
I'm going to Boston Friday to the BC Lynch School Open House to attempt to find a job to fund this endeavor. Either way, though, I'm almost there.
I'm going to Boston Friday to the BC Lynch School Open House to attempt to find a job to fund this endeavor. Either way, though, I'm almost there.
Monday, April 17, 2006
there is a decision to be made
Just because I got into my top choice doesn't mean I am guaranteed to be able to go. There are MANY questions I have to ask and my parents want to know. And right now -- without calling to get those questions answered -- it seems to be leaning toward USC. But I'm calling tomorrow for anwers. Will update.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
just like London
Today, I rode the bus to the Beverly Center to get my contact lenses from Lenscrafters. It rained. I had an umbrella. I was wearing sneakers. I walked everywhere. It's just like London. (tear).
I got a messenger bag from Old Navy ... they are in the men's department, but whatever. It's a messenger bag. They all should be unisex.
Macy's was also having a HUGE handbag and shoe sale and I got a Guess wallet that retailed for about $45 for $15. :)
I bought end-of-semester books from Borders for my students. Borders gift wrap! :)
And I bad boba.
It's a good day. (Other than my enormous headache.)
I got a messenger bag from Old Navy ... they are in the men's department, but whatever. It's a messenger bag. They all should be unisex.
Macy's was also having a HUGE handbag and shoe sale and I got a Guess wallet that retailed for about $45 for $15. :)
I bought end-of-semester books from Borders for my students. Borders gift wrap! :)
And I bad boba.
It's a good day. (Other than my enormous headache.)
great ad(vert) campaign
I always see this ad in Tube stations, and I never got a picture, of it. But this is a great ad(vert) campaign for London.
This one is my favorite.
This one is my favorite.
Brad Whitford!!!!!!!!!!!
I was biking to Cafe 84 on Thursday with my sister when I thought I saw someone from West Wing .... BRAD WHITFORD!!!!!! I love Josh Lyman.
I THOUGHT it was him, and I DIDN'T STOP.
I turned around and said to Amy .... I think that's someone from the West Wing.
I WAS ON A BIKE.
He was walking.
I could've turned back and talked to him.
Damn it.
It's my first real celebrity sightighin my whole 4 years in LA.
Sigh.
I THOUGHT it was him, and I DIDN'T STOP.
I turned around and said to Amy .... I think that's someone from the West Wing.
I WAS ON A BIKE.
He was walking.
I could've turned back and talked to him.
Damn it.
It's my first real celebrity sightighin my whole 4 years in LA.
Sigh.
failed the kids :(
I spent Tuesday night finishing (!) British history reading/homework. I was done at 3:30 AM. I spent the rest of the time transcribing my students' interview tapes, researching their topics on Lexis-Nexis and making a story template for them to easily write a story.
I went to sleep at 6 AM. I set the alarm clock for 8 AM. I was going to set my British phone, too, but saw that it was still set to 3:30 AM from my nap before I left for Heathrow. I got allll sentimental and put the phone back in my desk drawer.
I went to sleep.
The alarm clock rang at 8 AM for about 3 minutes or so.
I woke up.
I turned off the alarm.
I reset the alarm for 8 AM.
I went back to sleep.
I woke up at 10:15 AM.
My reaction: OHHHHHH NOOOOOOOO!
Especially because I don't have a car, and Steven was probably waiting for a long time with no way of contacting me BECAUSE A THIEF STOLE MY BAG.
I went to sleep at 6 AM. I set the alarm clock for 8 AM. I was going to set my British phone, too, but saw that it was still set to 3:30 AM from my nap before I left for Heathrow. I got allll sentimental and put the phone back in my desk drawer.
I went to sleep.
The alarm clock rang at 8 AM for about 3 minutes or so.
I woke up.
I turned off the alarm.
I reset the alarm for 8 AM.
I went back to sleep.
I woke up at 10:15 AM.
My reaction: OHHHHHH NOOOOOOOO!
Especially because I don't have a car, and Steven was probably waiting for a long time with no way of contacting me BECAUSE A THIEF STOLE MY BAG.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
more stolen stuff
Turns out the thief also took my 1G flashdrive and my Miu Miu-but-I-didn't-realize-it-was-made-by-Prada-at-the-time sunglasses. The only pair of PERFECT sunglasses I have ever owned. The model number is SMU59E. It took me an hour to find the model number and another hour to call London stores to see if anybody have it in stock. And some more time to scour the Internet for them. Is it worth it, though? To buy another pair of the sunglasses I didn't even know was designer until I got back to the States? To buy another pair of the sunglasses that I got on sale in the first place?!??!
stolen!
In the back of my mind, I always knew that one day, I'm going to get something stolen in my college career. It's inevitable. Well, it happened tonight at 11:20 PM on the nortwest corner of Jefferson and McClintock as I was waiting for a light to turn green.
I actually saw the perpetrator standing on the hill where Bank of America was and thought that it's strange that he was standing there alone in the middle of night as if he's waiting for someone or something. So I distinctly remembered to get a good look at him.
I was waiting for the light, and he literally ran from behind me and snatched my Trader Joes bag from my right handlebar and ran away northbound. By the time I remembered that I should scream for help/chase him down/etc., it was too late because he was gone. I didn't remember a car drive away, though, so I'm not sure where he went.
Anyway, there was nothing of real worth to anybody else than me. There was only $3 in there. And my precious 2 British pounds. And sheet music (Harris' Prelude, Pachelbel's Canon in D, Love Actually songbook that I bought in London).
About an hour ago, I remembered that I also have in there my voice recorder that I bought in London. But luckily I've already uploaded the Foshay interviews, contrary to my procrastinating styles. Man, those Foshay interviews would've been hard to get back.
My cell phone is also gone, but I think that's the only real thing I would need to buy to replace.
I was already in the market for a new wallet as a graduation present to myself (as I had done in high school), so that's just an expense that would've happened anyway. I've canceled my credit card and check card. I have a negative balance in my USC check card, and I can replace my driver's license. I don't have a car here anyway.
There are probably various receipts and papers in there that I don't remember exactly, but thankfully I took out my Lenscrafters stuff and thankfully I didn't have any notes or textbooks in there. Because that would make studying a little hard, seeing as how finals are coming up.
This incident tonight has also illuminated for me how DPS works, and I have mixed opinions about it. It is true that they responded pretty quickly, but I think they took too long in trying to nail down a description. It took 10 minutes to get the preliminary info, and by the time I actually went in the squad car with the officer, I have a distinct feeling that it's already too late. We sat in the squad car for a few more minutes while I tell the officer what I told the officer at the main desk. It was then that we drove to Jefferson and McClintock to look for the guy. There were a close call, but the guy didn't have the correct hair style.
We went back to the DPS office, and they took a formal report. They got a description:
5-foot-8 to 6 feet
stocky build, about 230-280 lbs
Hispanic
black shoulder-length curly hair
baggy white shirt
long short blue jeans
white socks
white sneakers
They got a description of what was stolen:
black Tommy Hilfiger wallet, trifold
credit card
2 check cards
SC driver's license
$3 cash
2 British pounds
cell phone -- Siemens (although I now think it's Samsung) silver flip
They called it plain theft.
On the bright side, my parents can stop worrying about my going over the cell phone limit and my credit card spending, as I have neither.
I actually saw the perpetrator standing on the hill where Bank of America was and thought that it's strange that he was standing there alone in the middle of night as if he's waiting for someone or something. So I distinctly remembered to get a good look at him.
I was waiting for the light, and he literally ran from behind me and snatched my Trader Joes bag from my right handlebar and ran away northbound. By the time I remembered that I should scream for help/chase him down/etc., it was too late because he was gone. I didn't remember a car drive away, though, so I'm not sure where he went.
Anyway, there was nothing of real worth to anybody else than me. There was only $3 in there. And my precious 2 British pounds. And sheet music (Harris' Prelude, Pachelbel's Canon in D, Love Actually songbook that I bought in London).
About an hour ago, I remembered that I also have in there my voice recorder that I bought in London. But luckily I've already uploaded the Foshay interviews, contrary to my procrastinating styles. Man, those Foshay interviews would've been hard to get back.
My cell phone is also gone, but I think that's the only real thing I would need to buy to replace.
I was already in the market for a new wallet as a graduation present to myself (as I had done in high school), so that's just an expense that would've happened anyway. I've canceled my credit card and check card. I have a negative balance in my USC check card, and I can replace my driver's license. I don't have a car here anyway.
There are probably various receipts and papers in there that I don't remember exactly, but thankfully I took out my Lenscrafters stuff and thankfully I didn't have any notes or textbooks in there. Because that would make studying a little hard, seeing as how finals are coming up.
This incident tonight has also illuminated for me how DPS works, and I have mixed opinions about it. It is true that they responded pretty quickly, but I think they took too long in trying to nail down a description. It took 10 minutes to get the preliminary info, and by the time I actually went in the squad car with the officer, I have a distinct feeling that it's already too late. We sat in the squad car for a few more minutes while I tell the officer what I told the officer at the main desk. It was then that we drove to Jefferson and McClintock to look for the guy. There were a close call, but the guy didn't have the correct hair style.
We went back to the DPS office, and they took a formal report. They got a description:
5-foot-8 to 6 feet
stocky build, about 230-280 lbs
Hispanic
black shoulder-length curly hair
baggy white shirt
long short blue jeans
white socks
white sneakers
They got a description of what was stolen:
black Tommy Hilfiger wallet, trifold
credit card
2 check cards
SC driver's license
$3 cash
2 British pounds
cell phone -- Siemens (although I now think it's Samsung) silver flip
They called it plain theft.
On the bright side, my parents can stop worrying about my going over the cell phone limit and my credit card spending, as I have neither.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
a chronogical oddity
in a couple of hours in midwestern and western U.S., it's gonna be 01:02:03 04/05/06.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
a dirth! of photos!
It hit me somehow in my dilirium last night that my blog has been lacking photos, which is sad, because I have lots of photos to share. It's senior year! No more college! There're four and a half weeks of college left, then it's just finals, finals, finals. And commencement.
It's coming down to the wire, and I still have no clue where I will be two months from now.
It's coming down to the wire, and I still have no clue where I will be two months from now.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
the other USC
I got an e-mail acceptance from the University of South Carolina today. I'm not sure if I'm OK with this new (?) trend of e-mail admission decisions. Somehow, it's just better (more nerve-racking?) to get this large (or small) envelope in the mail. (shrugs).
PS: I'm currently working on my sculpture project (still). I just finished writing my speech analysis essay for public speaking -- for a speech I attended about a month ago. Procrastination = bad.
PS: I'm currently working on my sculpture project (still). I just finished writing my speech analysis essay for public speaking -- for a speech I attended about a month ago. Procrastination = bad.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
weeeeeee
I'm running behind on my sculpture project. ahhh. It's due Tuesday, and I'm still trying to paint little styrofoam peanuts black on one side.
Friday, March 24, 2006
it's official
I just got my official admissions letter from USC. It's getting a little late to expecting an acceptance letter from BC and BU, so I'm just going to say that, barring any miracles, I'll probably be in LA for another year.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
oh yeah
and guilt-tripping. that's the best thing about mothers. they all do it. all of them.
"it's OK for you to talk to me in this manner. I don't care. but when you enter the real world, you're going to be sorry/regretful/be ostracized because you wear your emotions on your sleeve and always seem like you're pissed off at the world."
they all do it.
"it's OK for you to talk to me in this manner. I don't care. but when you enter the real world, you're going to be sorry/regretful/be ostracized because you wear your emotions on your sleeve and always seem like you're pissed off at the world."
they all do it.
just fucking great
My mother likes to ask me when I went to sleep the night before. I always adjust it about 2 hours earlier so it's less horrid to her sensitivities.
If you can't tell, I just hung up on the phone with her. Let me tell you that it is currently 12:16 AM Pacific, which mean's it's 3:16 AM Eastern. So you tell me whether I should've been the bitch and asked her what time it was over there right then and whether she's still sitting in front of the computer reading Taiwanese newspapers and not sleeping and probably bored and pissed that she's called numerous times and didn't believe me when I just called her back and told her that I didn't get her calls because my phone was on silent because I was TAKING A FIVE-HOUR TEST that she was perfectly aware of for MONTHS because she kept bugging about STUDYING for the fucking thing.
Fine. It's OK. Don't believe me. It's OK. You're gonna be pissed off at me anyways, like I knew you would because I refused to tell you -- AS I HAVE SINCE HIGH SCHOOL WHEN I STARTED TAKING THE SATs THREE TIMES -- that I can't tell you how I did on the CSET because bad things usually happen whether I predict success or failure.
Oh, no. Go ahead and press for an answer. I'm sure you'll find a way to blame for me it anyway or find a way to make yourself feel better that you nagged me to study for a profession that YOU REFUSED TO ALLOW ME TO ENTER until IT WAS TOO LATE to do anything about it at the college level. AND UNTIL YOU FOUND OUT THAT IT PAID ACTUAL LIVING WAGES.
Oh, yeah. And when you realized that my profession that I chose as a second choice that is now my first also doesn't pay as much as you would like.
Does is make you happier for me that I made more money than your friends' kids?
I'm sorry that I don't know math. I'm sorry I never understood chemistry. I'm sorry I have no desire to go to law school. I'm sorry I possess the skills that allow me to toil in obscurity and that will never let me afford to own mansions or high-end cars.
For your information, I AM happy with my life right now. I am doing what I love to do. I have a future. It's OK. Don't you worry about what my husband in the nowhere future is going to think. Because I'm not going to get married. I told you that when I was SIXTEEN. I have not changed my mind. Don't wait for a grandkid from me. At least not biologically. You can wait as long as you want.
I am physically incapable of going to sleep before midnight. I have NEVER been able to on my own accord. I would just lie there think roll around and be bored and be wasting time.
ALL my friends and EVERYONE my age that I know of goes to sleep late.
It doesn't bother me that I work until the wee hours of the night. I can't function that early.
I'm not pissed at the world. I'm pissed that you always call to pick a fucking fight.
Yeah. I smile a lot. When I want to. I also laugh. A lot.
Getting arbitrarily lectured and nagged is not something I prefer to laugh or smile about. I recall one time when I did, and you used the good ole reliable.
It's OK, though, I'm used to it. I'm 22.
If you can't tell, I just hung up on the phone with her. Let me tell you that it is currently 12:16 AM Pacific, which mean's it's 3:16 AM Eastern. So you tell me whether I should've been the bitch and asked her what time it was over there right then and whether she's still sitting in front of the computer reading Taiwanese newspapers and not sleeping and probably bored and pissed that she's called numerous times and didn't believe me when I just called her back and told her that I didn't get her calls because my phone was on silent because I was TAKING A FIVE-HOUR TEST that she was perfectly aware of for MONTHS because she kept bugging about STUDYING for the fucking thing.
Fine. It's OK. Don't believe me. It's OK. You're gonna be pissed off at me anyways, like I knew you would because I refused to tell you -- AS I HAVE SINCE HIGH SCHOOL WHEN I STARTED TAKING THE SATs THREE TIMES -- that I can't tell you how I did on the CSET because bad things usually happen whether I predict success or failure.
Oh, no. Go ahead and press for an answer. I'm sure you'll find a way to blame for me it anyway or find a way to make yourself feel better that you nagged me to study for a profession that YOU REFUSED TO ALLOW ME TO ENTER until IT WAS TOO LATE to do anything about it at the college level. AND UNTIL YOU FOUND OUT THAT IT PAID ACTUAL LIVING WAGES.
Oh, yeah. And when you realized that my profession that I chose as a second choice that is now my first also doesn't pay as much as you would like.
Does is make you happier for me that I made more money than your friends' kids?
I'm sorry that I don't know math. I'm sorry I never understood chemistry. I'm sorry I have no desire to go to law school. I'm sorry I possess the skills that allow me to toil in obscurity and that will never let me afford to own mansions or high-end cars.
For your information, I AM happy with my life right now. I am doing what I love to do. I have a future. It's OK. Don't you worry about what my husband in the nowhere future is going to think. Because I'm not going to get married. I told you that when I was SIXTEEN. I have not changed my mind. Don't wait for a grandkid from me. At least not biologically. You can wait as long as you want.
I am physically incapable of going to sleep before midnight. I have NEVER been able to on my own accord. I would just lie there think roll around and be bored and be wasting time.
ALL my friends and EVERYONE my age that I know of goes to sleep late.
It doesn't bother me that I work until the wee hours of the night. I can't function that early.
I'm not pissed at the world. I'm pissed that you always call to pick a fucking fight.
Yeah. I smile a lot. When I want to. I also laugh. A lot.
Getting arbitrarily lectured and nagged is not something I prefer to laugh or smile about. I recall one time when I did, and you used the good ole reliable.
It's OK, though, I'm used to it. I'm 22.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
caffeine update
the rather large Blackout I chugged earlier today is definitely kicking in. Things are getting a little spinny and a little shaky. whoa. Did I ever tell you guys about the first time I had a Blackout freshman year? I was awake for 24 hours .... and shaking for the better part of it.
ok. so I lied.
I had to tell UCLA to go f*ck itself again. Well, I'm really not that angry that they didn't admit me for their grad school (they didn't. damn them), but it's just fun to say f*ck UCLA. Screw them. Who needs those dumb Bruins anyhow?
On a completely different note, I just finished my dinner of pasta salad and subsequently threw away my only plastic fork. So I can't eat my fruit that I also brought with me. Bummer. :(
I also just accidentally (accidently?) took another CE's story ... hopefully she's not too pissed off... :(
On a completely different note, I just finished my dinner of pasta salad and subsequently threw away my only plastic fork. So I can't eat my fruit that I also brought with me. Bummer. :(
I also just accidentally (accidently?) took another CE's story ... hopefully she's not too pissed off... :(
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