So... I'm graduating today.

Birthday Dinner @ Peacock Cafe

A bday tart baked just for me! (and pretty much eaten entirely just by me) Thank you Miss Laura! *HUG*  

My ice cube had flashing lights in it.  Doug and I kept glancing back at it throughout the night in awe and respect.

Harvard-educated, sweet, generous, FUN...and ladies, they're siiingle (though you better be pretty damn near perfect yourself before I even let you near them, she said under her breath) 

Doug, cheesing big up front, always so fun to be around... and Chris, a self-proclaimed ass, though deep deep deeeeep deeeeeeeeep (haha jk!) down, he's actually the greatest guy

Laura and Rich, Mr. Popular himself ;)

Lip service

Princess Yanerrz, ruler of glitter and all things glamorous, and me, social refugee escaped out of Baltimore

I. Need. Some. SPACE. 

I must have been extra good this year =)

oh, so, decadent.

ooo

Round up.

-Flying down south today.  Y'all better be ready to play ;)  

-I figured out the mystery of the lost cell phone I found Saturday by randomly calling people in the phone book. haha, I'm sure that could have been awkward for some people.

-What am I doing here? I have a final tomorrow! 

-No, I still do not have a job. 

-No, I am still not finished with my thesis.

 -Some progress has been made to try to rectify the two above items, but if you want to send a prayer (or handout) my way, I'd be e v e r so grateful.

-OK. study time now.  BYE.

 *cjc

greed

• I want a cup of coffee.
• I want to be done with my thesis.
• I want to find a job in public health, in a major city with lots of young professionals, that pays at least $--,----. 
• I want a Canon Digital Rebel, to lug around everywhere and take perfect, candid pictures of friends and family by saying, that was great, now do it again, hold it, hooold it.
• I want longer hair and a rounder ass.
• I want to load up on redbull and vodka, go out and get more embarrassing stories on my friends.  They have too many on me.  The balance of power is off.   
• I want my family members to know how damn much I love them, without me having to actually say those words, because, you know, asian families just don't do that.  displays of affection = no
• I want a tiara. 
• I want summer and stars and beer and emo music in the background
• I want a pair of new sneakers that are cute enough to wear out clubbing, because dancing in sneakers is the best, ever. 
• I want to go on a road trip. 
• I want someone who really knows their world history, or maybe greek mythology, to tell me stories in the car on the road trip, because I love that kind of stuff.
• I want to try out new recipes on someone.
• I want Britney Spears to peace out the free-loader, exercise, and GET IT TOGETHER already.
• I want one order of each:  spicy tuna roll, spider roll, shrimp tempura roll, and a roll with red snapper.
• I want a nap.
• I want to go on the Price is Right, meet Bob Barker, play Plinko, spin that huge freakin wheel, and win a new kitchen set. 
• I want to fall in love again. 

• What do you want?

*cjc

I read this in a book today:

There are two kinds of anger: hot and cold.

Boys need hot anger to survive.  They need the inclination to fight, the drive to sink the knife into flesh, the energy and initiative of fury.  It’s a requirement of hunting, of defense, of pride.  Maybe of sex, too.

 

Girls need cold anger. They need the cold simmer, the ceaseless grudge, the talent to avoid forgiveness, the sidestepping of compromise. They need to know when they say something that they will never back down, ever, ever.  It’s the compensation for a more limited scope in the world.... Since their arena is small, their capacity for real damage is less alarming.  Though being more intimate they are the more treacherous...

 

Cross a man and you struggle, one of you wins, you adjust, and go on—or you lie there dead. Cross a woman and the universe in changed, once again, for cold anger requires an eternal vigilance in all matters of slight and offense.

from Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West.

I underlined the passage and I've been thinking about it ever since. 

Janet called me today to ask me if I would like to be one of her bridesmaid.  =)  I tried to find the oldest picture of us, so I could be all, ooh look how far we go back.. and this was the best I came up with.  Church retreat 2000.  We all look something awful here, but really, that's the best part of the pic 

Janet's the one that looks pissed.  I'm in the pigtails looking like I'm about to cry.  Jenny's saluting.  We can't even see Julie's face here.  I think we're preparing for our Spartan Cheerleaders skit.  Dude, that junk was so much fun.  I was Arianna, who was my hero in high school, all spastic and well-intentioned--just like me!

Right now I want:

-a hamburger

That is all. 

Goodnight.