Well, then

There is a little too much to say, so assortment of photos from past two months to tide my sorry self over.

How can I not like my classes, where I can argue about how Teen Wolf or Lawrence of Arabia or Dumbo are evidence of a continuing patriarchal society and write John Donne parodies? After sleeping like a hog every blessed day of Thanksgiving break, I am back to three-hour nights.

I profess great love for iTunes Shared Music

1. They Don't Want Music (Black-Eyed Peas feat. James Brown)
2. Water (The Roots)
3. Tennessee (Arrested Development)
4. Party to Damascus (Wyclef & Missy)
5. We Trying to Stay Alive (Wyclef & Refugee All-Stars)
6. No Letting Go (Diwali Ridim) (Wayne Wonder)
7. Every Ghetto, Every City (Lauryn Hill)
8. El Pito (I'll Never Go Back to Georgia) (Joe Cuba)
9. Got Rice (Jin) --> this is the funniest song in the universe

And the only po-po we know is the pigs on the hood out in the window
Every time they harass me, I wanna explode
We should ride the train for free, we built the railroads
I ain't ya 50 Cent, I ain't ya Eminem
I ain't ya Jigga Man, I'm a Chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
She looks surprised in the palm of my hands
- Jin, Learn Chinese

I am not writing my paper again. :( What is wrong with me in that aspect? I have not started packing for Saturday and have not done my laundry meaning I will not have clothes to pack anyway.
I don't feel weirded out about going back to Vancouver, because while it's not going to fun at all, my grandfather is gone and I never saw him again after I wrote about his quiet, quiet apartment, and when you add that with the not-fun part, I feel shriveled-selfish for even thinking that word.

Because I couldn't resist lah!



Wizards at GOF premieres in NYC and London, and if you haven't reached the point when you can distinguish between the events per outfits, well done and you are well-tuned to read this post. Click to enlarge.
1. Dan Radcliffe, pompous twat
2. Ralph Fiennes obviously never read the books, because where in canon has Voldemort ever tried to eat Harry's face?
3. Heh. And if you haven't joined the SeedyOpiumDenofDoom bandwagon yet, see here, but especially here.
4. Why Stanislav Ianevski should not wear brown, should not wear brown ever
5. Uneventful group picture until you examine Robert Pattinson's expression for a minute too long
6. Bonnie Wright gives in to the impeding pressures of Being Ginny Weasley, imagine the following books and the stress! The expectations!

You now know everything I know

First things, Zach Braff's new video post, and it's intriguing that despite the personability of his blog, he needs to playact like a Making-the-Tour wookie (and one commenter had the nerve to ask, "Was that staged?", OMG, first stages of fan). Also, he doesn't seem to realise that readers like me link not because I actually care when new Scrubs season comes out or that there are Sam dolls (which saddens me, really), but because of his sporadic ability to write like the world isn't pricking up its ears at every word. Well, he used to.
Now I sound like an IMDBboardbitch, but am not going to defend myself. I am not even being very serious.
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I meant to tell this story a long time ago. I went to a frat party. At a club, not a frat house, so you may ask what makes it so different from Zouk/MS etc. Well, emerging from the Satellite Ballroom every twenty minutes or so to escape the smell and sweat for a blast of cold in the pose-lined alley, whooping Koreans in Greek-letter jackets, and dudes who slide in and unhesitatingly grind against your ass when you're letting the music pull you in. The first one was class act because he stuck out his hand and introduced himself, before proceeding to pull a hand/waist at least three times until I carefully danced away.
I will not pretend that it wasn't part of the fun, if the grossly tragic gap between physical intimacy and emotional connection had never been clearer to me in the darkness, so I had to go back and listen to Lonelily. There was something very carnal about those surging bodies, but perhaps examination from each move and angle with one intent gaze in blinding sunlight is scarier.
Unceremoniously, it shut down half-an-hour early because of "excessive underage drinking" (you get a wristband on entrance if you're 21 and over, markered 'X's on your hands otherwise), and we were bumped out by frat members, spilling into the street and over the Corner, roaring, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE" with relish, and the ethnically-American (controversial!) passersby made a comment that floated back - "What's with all the FOBs?"
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I remember lying with Annie and Bernice on a hammock outside in a 4-degree night and when I closed my eyes I could see the old tree growing out of concrete in the centre of a quiet street in Richmond, and an angry iguana eating zucchini in an aquarium two sizes too small for it, a mother singing to it in Spanish in her apartment in hot, sweet California weather.
I managed to go to the gym last week and I need to go again because we used it all up.
We talk and talk about how aware of race we are in Virginia and drawing lines and what's offensive. I said something about how who cares if you're offended, no one does, the most important thing is considering why said ignorant person made ignorant comment to you. Which only further displays how consciously naive I am. I mean, can you imagine sidling quietly to FOB-comment guy with "Excuse me, sir, but what made you say that?" instead of "Fuck you"?

I gave me away
I could have knocked off the evening
But I lonelily landed my waltz in her hands
In a way
I felt you were leaving me
I was sure I wouldn't find you at home
And you let me down
You could have knocked off the evening
But you lonelily let him push under your bone
You let me down
It's no use deceiving
Neither of us wanna be alone
You're coming home, you're coming home
I gave me away
I could have knocked off the evening
But I was lonelily looking for someone to hold
In a way I lost all I believed in
And I never found myself so low
And you let me down
You could've called if you'd needed
But you lonelily got yourself locked in instead
And you let me down
It's one thing being cheated
But you took him all the way through your bed
And now you're coming home