Gearing for the End.

So, it's almost time for school to start again, on Tuesday, and my job to start the following Monday. Time to get back to real life, right? I've been so bored anyway. It's just been, in all seriousness, playing house. My mother left last Wednesday and in that time, I've washed an uncountable number dishes and about 5 loads of laundry. I sleep late so I wake up late and the errands that should be done in the morning get done in the afternoon. I just remembered I forgot to go to Costco to help my mom do a price exchange. Womp. I can do it Saturday before I leave. We went last Saturday to do it, but the line was too long. People just love Costco. I should stop by to buy some food/drinks for school. I am a Costco lover.

Went snowboarding again yesterday at Blue Mountain with a different group of people. Much better I believe, buddy system. I learned to carve. Now, I just need time to practice. Too bad I'm going back to school on Saturday or I'd do another day. Mike and Susie are carving beasts. I love watching them snowboard. If I were an avid camera fiend, all my pictures would be them tearing up the mountain.

That day was also my first encounter with one of the most reckless drivers on the road. Pennsylvania drivers are worse than New Jersey drivers. I can say that from the 3 hours I was in Pennsylvania on Monday. This one guy zooms ahead of me and then suddenly slams on his brakes, screeching and smoke comes off the ground. I had to slam on my brakes even though I was a good distance away. He freaked me out and I was shaking for a good half hour. This asshole was smiling after this while tailgating me right after. I passed him when I slammed on my brakes into the shoulder of the road. Since when are accidents a laughing matter? I hope he got in one on Monday, he deserves it. Then after, he was flailing around Route 78 on the middle of the road. What is that?! Revoke his license. Terrible. Then another woman was tailgating me, so close that if I tapped my brakes when she blinked, she would crash into my car. Tell me Pennsylvania is a good place to drive. I hate Pennsylvania.

I'm supposed to go to Mitsuwa tomorrow with a friend. I don't know if it's happening. We both sleep late, but I want Japanese food. It's in Fort Lee and I haven't been for a few years. If anyone has a chance to go to Fort Lee, Mitsuwa is worth visiting.

Going back to school on Saturday to settle in and figure out my schedule, where to go, what to do, grocery shopping, all that fun stuff. My lovelies are mostly all in New York already. I foresee another semester of hardcore studying. I don't know why I challenge myself so much with some classes. Looking forward to Discovery and graduation! Finally done with school. Well, for the meantime. I'll go back for my Masters or MBA sometime in the future.

I just felt like updating since I have nothing really to do. I lied, going to do laundry now. I forgot about it.

This is my last winter break... ever.

Is it really necessary?

So, Thanksgiving weekend! Things to be thankful for, aka everything I have. Things not to be thankful for... ha, easy.

I like how my weekend of almost relaxation turned into this war. She's resorted to name calling. I still think she's immature. I can't even look at her without gagging anymore, she looks ridiculous. My mother's so proud of her. Wow. Go them! You've almost reached your goal. Just find a rich man and have him pay for all of your expenses. Better yet, find an old rich man, you'll feel better after he dies and you have all the money.

God. But I did have a good thanksgiving talking to Austin. I ignored said problem. His parents are in China so I invited him over. I had so much turkey. It was slathered in gravy and it was amazing. Had some roasted potatoes and mashed potatoes and the asian version of Paella amongst many many many other dishes. Needless to say, I was full to the point of explosion. It was glorious. I played Star Wars but didn't get too far, motion sickness. We decided to go Black Friday shopping. Oh yay. It's all a scam but whatever I didn't want to stay at home with those two. So, we went to Austin's in Edison, first played Modern Warfare which I am OBSESSING over. I never found such a fun game. Then we didn't know what to do so we watched Glee. Bon. We headed to pick up a few friends and then off to Target. We got there at 2:30AM it opened at 4AM. Austin got his TV! It's HUGE. I bought a coffee maker. For 3 dollars. Hell yeah! I needed one. Anyway we didn't sleep at all that night. We went to Best Buy and the mall after. I didn't buy anything. Ran into an old friend from high school who moved to Hong Kong and now goes to UVA but is here this weekend for his friend's wedding. Quite an ordeal. People are marrying already?! Shit. I would never. But, I wish them all the happiness in the world.

Got home around 10AM. Didn't sleep for a long time already. Passed out. Woke up at 3 or 4 and now it's 1AM and I can't sleep. I was looking over my materials for my paper. No success. I don't think I can put everything I want into it. Oh well.

And I'm Back Where I Started.

New Jersey. Home of the oil refineries, random beautiful foliage, and white trash bitches, where the uber conservative, rude and ill-mannered racist assholes subside.

So that was my weekend albeit I only went out for a few hours Friday night and didn't leave my house Saturday. This is what I experience in a mere, give or take, 7-8 hours. Went home to sleep which I did not successfully do because there wasn't enough time in a day. Haah.

Went to see Austin at his crib near Rutgers. It's pretty nice. He lives with a roommate and his brobro comes to visit on occasion. If any of you Rutgers boys needs a place to stay, lemme know, I'll ask him for you. Anyways, he brought me to a Wawa. I didn't know what that was. I've heard of it and think I've passed one a while back but I've never went in. Anyway, digression. Um, yeah. So we went in. I had a coke slushie. Oh, how I miss thee. I forgot how good they tasted. The cashier was an asshole. I say one simple thing and here comes some fucking attitude. Great. He looked at us funny when we approached the register. Yes, we are of asian descent. Go fuck yourself.

Went to say hi at Kevin's crib. It's much nicer without 50 million people in it. I also realized boys still smell bad. Whew. Twas fun. I heard this story about this girl, who will remain unnamed. She wants to date this boy, we (meaning me and almost everyone we know) think she wants to be his wifey because he'll be a successful entrepreneur. He's a big dreamer. I envy him. Anyway, he sat down and talked to her and basically said, you're a big ho, I don't like hos. The end. I pretty much died then. Twas a great story.

So then I went home, slept til 1 the next day. Didn't leave my house all of Saturday, then slept til 11 on Sunday and came back to NY. People in Chinatown are such assholes. They just push and shove and push and shove and yell at you when they push YOU. Assholes. I hate them all. Chinese people suck.

Currently watching new Family Guy. So far so good. I need to sleep. It's only 9. I think I will and do HW tomorrow morning. Yeahhhh. WTF wait. Why doesn't NYU have Columbus day off? WEIRD. I hate it. I need to sleeep.

The Calming Rain.

So, last Friday I went to Jersey to get away from the bullshit. It was actually really nice. I stayed with my parents and we got along quite.. well. I still think this is weird. So Friday I stayed in and finished 30 Rock. Bam. Nice. Then Saturday I was awoken pretty early to go to this buffet called IchiUmi. Are you laughing? Because I am. The place was inside Menlo Park Mall about 20 dollars a head for a buffet lunch. Kinda but not really expensive for all the shit they serve you. I had a plate of straight up sushi/sashimi, variety of fishes, then moved onto oysters, crawfish, and les moules! [mussels]. Delicious. Then a nice hot plate of Japanese food. Fatty? I think so. It was the most filling meal of my life. Well..for now at least. Went to see some friends after and got some Rita's Italian Ice. Haven't had that in ages. Yum Yum! Hung around the mall like I used to do. Which is still boring. Then headed home to talk to an old friend.

I haven't talked to so many people since I graduated. I don't know how I'm getting phone calls/emails from people I haven't seem since graduation. We were never close. Weird. Maybe I'm more interesting now that I went to France? Who knows. Womp. Anyhow, we conversated, mainly about my life, then my family and I headed to see Up in 3D. Can I tell you how much that movie moved me? I wanted to cry, but I don't have those cathartic experiences in movie theaters. Oh well. It was AMAZING, though! The previews were also in 3D. Oh man. I'm such a kid at heart, I still love cartoons and animated things. Well, in that sense at least. After that I went home and started watching Entourage. I'm hooked. One show after another. Weeds is probably next. I'm already on the 3rd season of Entourage. What is wrong with me?

Yesterday was my Econ midterm. Fuck I failed. I'm so scared I can't afford to not pass. I think I'll start taking notes on the next chapter now. Wakka. Faustyna and I met up for some Jamba juice love and Artichoke pizza. It's SO GOOD. I'm craving it now. Fuck. We walked around then headed to my dorm room to watch some Entourage. Let's hug it out, bitch. That line is now a favorite. I want to be a man, things are so simple.

Anyhow, I'm currently at my internship. Where NO ONE is. My boss is at a doctors appointment, the CEO and marketing director are probably at home canoodling and everyone's just disappeared. I didn't show up yesterday and no one said anything. Huh. What a place. There was a meeting this morning and I wasn't allowed to sit in. What the fuck and I supposed to learn? Need to reanalyze my situation. Forreal.

Apparently, last night was this HUGE thunderstorm. Little did I know. I slept like a rock. I woke up to the smell of rain and the sound of jackhammers. Lovely.

starting again.

Alors. I'm back in the states once again wondering if Paris ever happened. Did it? Do you ever get that feeling when you leave somewhere for so long then return to your actual home that you feel like you never left? Everything that's happened since I graduated high school seems like a dream. Everytime I come home, nothing feels like it's changed. It scared me. A lot. But then I see my brother and sister and the way they've changed. It's the only reminder of us leaving home, my life outside of these walls. Fuck, it's some weird shit.

Anyhow today I'm supposed to clean my room, ordered by my mother, of course. I'm in the process of unpacking my winter clothes and repacking everything to move to New York. My life will not come with me until August. When I find an actual apartment. J'espère. Anyhow, I went through all of my belongings finding that I no longer wear half of my clothes, read any of my booksm keep all of my old teen vogue/ym/cosmogirl magazines, and I keep all of my notes from high school. What?! Serious cleaning needed to be done. After a good five hours, my room is still a mess. Surprise! I don't know what to do. I want to donate my clothes to goodwill or salvation army. Something like that.

Everyday, at least every 5-1o seconds, I think about Paris. What I could've done, what I did..it's hurting inside. I've realized I want to go back. For a while. My time's not up yet, maybe I'll be able to go back sometime in the future. Right? With this economy and the chance of me getting a job?...Slim to none. Haven't seen any 'friends' from my hometown which makes it weird. Well, I have but I arranged to see these two people. Everyone else I contacted either changed their number and didn't tell me or just are not picking up my calls. It's cool I understand. I've moved on too. Barbeque tomorrow with the fam and old family friends. That's gonna be something. Invited two of my friends. They'll keep me sane. I have nothing interesting to post about anymore because I am no longer in Paris. This is weird. I don't think my quotidien things hold an inkling of interest because it doesn't happen in Paris. Weird. Weird. Weird. Wakka.

Paris, tu me manques beaucoup. J'espère que je peux retourner bientôt. =( I miss my Parisien friends and my little apartment in the Bastille. Dear lord, reverse culture shock extreme.