-donate blood(10/09/09)
-learn how to put on makeup
-RPM racing -get a job (8/26/09)
-learn how to cook
-learn how to skateboard -go clubbing (8/30/09)
-get in shape
-get ears pierced
-learn how to shoot bow/arrow
-meet the Wong Fu guys
-buy something from Puma
-learn how to do a cartwheel
-try out as AE model
-learn how to play guzheng
-eat real s'mores
-go to a comedy club
-carve a pumpkin
He: I saw a shooting star last night and I made a wish. I: What was it? Oh wait, does it not come true if you tell me? Ah, it doesn't really matter. He: Yeah, it's okay. I wished that we could be happily together. I: Awwww. That's sweet, like what you hear in Korean dramas. What every girl likes to hear! Romantic stuff. He: Haha yeah...I had to think of something quick before the star disappeared or else it doesn't come true anymore. I: ...Can I put this on my blog?
I finished my Spanish class today and as I was walking back to the dorms, a middle-aged man stopped me and said, "No English?" in garbled words. He repeated himself and I gave him a strange look, so he waved his hands conveying nevermind and started walking away. I cocked my head to the side, watching his figure walk away. Then I said, "¿Qué necesitas?" and he doubled back with his face lit up.
From what he told me, he was an Argentinian tourist with only 20 pesos, wandering around trying to change his money for American dollars so he could catch a bus to LAX. He thought there were machines out in public that could exchange currency, but I think those are only in airports. I was surprised at my freelance Spanish speaking and though it wasn't completely correct, he got the message. I wish I could've helped him more, but I didn't have any money on me and I didn't really want to lead him to where my dorm was. After much confusion and deliberation, I decided I couldn't help him other than direct him to the Department of Spanish and Portuguese. "No puedo ayudarte más. Te dejo aquí." So I left the partially toothless old man to the secretaries in the Main Office, who spoke Spanish fluently.
That was my Help-A-Stranger moment of the day. I hope he got to the bus okay and to the airport okay and back home to Argentina. Pobrecito...ojalá que tengas suerte en tu viaje.
"Oh Brother" quip of the day: warning- may be gross rather than funny.
I came across it not too long ago from flipguy31O. Xanga users webcamming together and chatting. It's so fun! You can choose just voice or just video, or pause your video or mute yourself, or just chat in the chatbox to the side. It's very versatile and fun. Look out for regulars pulsing it when they get on. When it gets crazy, there can be 10+ people. I think the tokbox capacity is 20-something. I have yet to see that many though.
Wow, the reception for my last post was amazing. I was surprised at how many people can identify with this strange dementor-like ill-feeling. It's not a fleeting instance, nor is it a blanket of despair. It's in the back of my mind, at the ready to snap to the front of my attention at any second and consume me. I spin around myself and try to look within to find where it's lurking, but I can't find it. It's the monster sitting behind my eyes so that I can't see it. All I can do is try to deal with it when it throws a full-fledged tantrum at the worst timing. That's all anyone can ever really do.
I think I should make a branched-off section of my blog, sorta like www.mymomisafob.com or www.mydadisafob.com, except it'll be specifically for my brother.
I think there is something very wrong with my life right now. Or maybe there is something very wrong with me. My life, viewed from an outside third-party, is pretty good. I'm in college, far away from my overbearing but loving parents. I go to a beautiful and prestigious school. I have good health and I get adequate sleep. And I have a loving boyfriend who doesn't care one bit if I gain the Freshman 15 or lose my clear complexion.
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...Can I put this on my blog?
