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I— I just finished almost finished typing an entry. Unfortunately, I also just clicked on something. My browser abandoned what I’d diligently composed and flew off towards another page. When I tried to return to the draft, everything I typed was gone. My first reaction was to blame WordPress, because, you know, not only did WP fail to auto-save my entry, it also—somehow— made me click on that wicked link. :(

II— In truth, I only have myself to blame. One should always save her work. Oh well? It’s not like you’ve never neglected to save something too, right? :D

On a slightly similar note, until recently, I never believed that dogs were actually capable of destroying (home)work, of eating it. Now, I know better. The favorite excuse “my dog ate my homework” cannot be said to be without merit. Not only is my dog a homework-eater, she is also a textbook-destroyer. For whatever reason, my dog decided to abandon my grandmother’s care, to go downstairs, and to chew up/spit on/eat every bit of paper-like thing she could get her cute little paws on. A photo album, my alumni magazine, and 2 (or 3 - it’s hard to tell) books were ripped to pieces. It was as though the paper fairy came and decided to sprinkle several rooms with paper dust covered in dog spittle.

Some of you may be thinking, “But did she actually eat any homework?” No. There wasn’t any homework in the house to be had. But if there were, I know that she wouldn’t have had any qualms about eating it.

Sometimes I find old things, and I laugh, thinking, “What was I thinking? What is this?!? But oh the memories…”

Years ago, I drew (I use the term loosely) some pictures documenting real life events. I thought of making a series of these, but never did. Nonetheless, here is one sans explanation and straight from my archives for your enjoyment.

Well, here’s something of an explanation:
I’m the green figure.
Girls = ______chicken (chickin?)
Boys = ______bob

(more…)

Modern metropolises have a special place in my heart: I adore them. Only a handful of things are more  enjoyable than adventuring about in an asphalt jungle with dear friends. There’s always so much to see, so much to do, so much to photograph, and so much laugh at.

Yesterday, around four o’clock in the evening, I received a call from a dear friend.

condensed version:
Her: Are you near a computer?
Me: Why?
Her: I’m in Greenwich Village. We want to go to X. Are we near it? How do we get there?

She was in New York City. I was hundreds of miles away, in southern suburbia, throwing a mental fit— wishing that I was in the metropolis with my friends. If I were there, I doubt that they would have been in the village, lost. Regardless, with knowledge of X’s location & a little help from Google Maps, I directed them to their desired destination. Yay!

Suburbia definitely has its charms but, lately, I’ve been noticing its vices. Vice I: the inability to walk to a decent store. If I want to expand my book collection, I must get in the car & drive to a bookstore. If I want clothes, I must get in the car & drive. If I want to visit a super market for food, I must get in the car & drive…  It’s terrible. I like walking! I like listening to my iPod. Also, this place is teeming with overweight people. In NYC, there aren’t nearly as many. If only they could walk somewhere…then, I bet that they would drop a few pounds.

Vice II: what I want isn’t available. I have some bizarre interests. Right now, I like the gayageum. I want to play; I’m looking for a teacher. All of my attempts at finding one in this place have failed. I’m getting desperate and thinking of calling Korean churches in the area to ask if they know anyone… If I were in NYC, I wouldn’t be having this problem.

Due to a general laziness of sorts, I wasn’t really anything for Halloween. As a kid, I always dressed up as a princess, a fairy, or a fairy princess… never anything dark, evil, or edgy. I would have screamed if someone told me to play some devil.

Regardless, I have a pair of red devil horns. I LOVE them. They’re awesome; they light up; and they’re remnants of my two thousand and six world cup costume (south korea! dae han min guk~ fighting!). So~ I absolutely couldn’t and didn’t pass up the opportunity to don horns. BUT, I still managed to do my fairy princess self justice by coupling my horns with this shirt and this baby-doll top (both courtesy of dELiA’s - yay!).

PLUS
The shirt is covered in hearts. I was going for irony? But, I completely ruined my devilish image. My friends claimed, “Oh, you’re so cute! You have horns but it’s - like cute! Your shirt has hearts on it…” The worst was the constant, “I like your ears!” Ears?!?! Horns! They are obviously horns. They’re red and they glow!

Those two tops are of the more-casual-and-fun-less-wannabe- young-professional part of my wardrobe. At any rate, I need to halt wardrobe expansion as spending money like I’m in possession of an infinite supply is a big fat no-no. ^^

Hmm… while speaking of shopping, I got a wonderful deal on a photo album at Urban Outfitters. It was about 75% off. Haha! I also snagged the Marie-Antoinette soundtrack there! Yay! I have yet to see the film and I probably won’t see it anytime soon as I’ve yet to finish the biography it was based on and as I’ve 231,212 things or thereabouts to do between now and then. Starting with the two wonderful and beautiful paper proposals that I have due tomorrow.

As a quick follow up to the last entry, let me say that I entered Urban Outfitters with bricks books from the library in my bag. They set off the alarm. (>_<).

‘Tis the life of a history major. Ciao.