I saw Tegan and Sara last night! I got there, like, three hours early to be at the very front of the line and stood the whole time to be right up against the front rails, just like the last time I saw them a few years ago—they’re just as amazing live now as they were then. LOOKHOWCLOSEIWASTOTHEMOHMYGOD.
School is school. Nothing new on that front. In terms of writing, I recently had an essay published over at Rookie, which you can read here!
In the midst of the clown epidemic, by the way: stay alert, yo. (I’m half kidding.)
Protip: Wear this jacket if you want to be Goldmember for Halloween.
That’s the end of this very rushed blog post. The next one will be better. Probably. Toodles!
School + work + club stuff have been kicking my butt lately, so fewer updates. Less rambling. Makes me sad, because I love these little blog posts. Random snippets of things that are on my mind right now:
Even with the addition of a new zodiac sign, I’m still a Leo. I take bizarre pride in that fact, probably because I don’t like change.
This perfect song was just released today:
Ah, yes. True perfection. And the expression of the silent frustration and anger of humanity. Hit repeat.
Both my tattoos have healed up nicely…
The scab is from skinning my elbow rock climbing on a Super Wall at a ranch this past weekend, where I went on a bus-school trip with other bcom students to participate in a bunch of team activities, eat really good camp food, and get woken up at 5:45 AM, among other things. Though I’m really not a morning person, the trip got me to talk to new people I probably wouldn’t have encountered for a long time and connect to my faculty in new ways. I’m a pretty quiet person, but on that trip I did a bunch of speaking and teamwork and tons and tons of active socializing—and I’m glad I did. Do things that make you uncomfortable: it’s good for you in the end.
Writerly news: I went to Sonic Boom, an alt music festival in my city, this year, and wrote about/live blogged my experience for The Gateway. And a while ago I wrote a short feature for Bitch Magazine’s “Kids These Days” print issue, which is (at long last!) available on newsstands everywhere n!o!w! Check it and all the other cool activists highlighted in those luscious pages out.
Welp, back to Excel labs and accounting homework. Adieu for now, folks. Microsoft Office awaits.
Long time since I’ve updated here!!! Not because I’ve got nothing to say, but because I’ve been really busy (and I don’t think I’ve ever had that experience before). At the cajoling of my friend MS, though, I figured I should slip in and give a shout about what’s been up with me the last little while. So over the last month, here’s what I’ve been up to:
Running around in New York City during my first trip ever there! It was glorious. I got some tattoos—my firsts!
Celebrating my birthday! In New York City. I went to Rubirosa with a friend and ate vodka pizza, which was delicious. Highly recommend.
Going on a mini road trip with my friends to Sylvan Lake 🚣🏻
Starting a new uni year! Ahhhhh!!!
Crowd surfing for the first time at a local music festival!
Saying goodbye to a friend who recently left for Ireland, where she’ll be studying for the rest of her university education. 🍀
In writerly news, I also published some new stuff over at Rookie: read up here and here and here and here! (Edit: A new piece examining the multiverse theory just went up today. You can read it at this link.)
That’s all for now. Be back soon 🕊
P.S. A little pic of my tattoos, for anyone who might be curious. They’re a little shiny in these photos because of the A&D ointment.
And a snapshot of me in the Museum of Natural History.
I’ve been attending my local Animethon this weekend (I’m actually on my way there now on a crowded bus), and other than that I’ve been busy in the way that summer tends to make you feel busy: maybe the lack of consistent structure, a solid daily schedule, means that all the little things suddenly seem by comparison much bigger deals.
Song of the weekend: J.Cole’s “Crooked Smile” featuring TLC:
It’s such a nice song.
And an extra note to you, explorer of the Internet: Watch the Rookie site next week, by the way. Something cool with going up there soon that I may or may not be affiliated with. 😉
In non-writing news that no one asked for, I’ve been busily watching nature documentaries narrated by my personal faves Stephen Fry and David Attenborough. My current series are Life Story and Life, which while similarly named are actually two different shows. I tend to hit the wrong Life series when I hurry to pick an episode, because I am a simple bean who doesn’t take the time to properly read titles on Netflix. FORGIVE ME.
I made dhal the other day for the first time using this recipe, and it turned out deliciously. I ended up using half a shaker of cumin and entirely too much turmeric, and I danced around like a weirdo throwing in random spices like black pepper and salt and basil even though they weren’t specifically called for, but WHO CARES it tasted great. I love all lentil dishes, and dhal is no exception—I love eating it when I go out to restaurants, and I’m glad my first crack at it on my own turned out well.
I’m almost at level thirteen on Pokémon GO—I started playing five(?) days ago (I think). Sounds unimpressive, but LEMME TELL YOU I haven’t used any of my own lures, spent any real-world money, used a Lucky Egg, or used an Incense. That’s right, fam, I caught Pokémon out in the wild and hatched eggs for that ish. And yet: Am I proud of my accomplishments? HELL NO I wasted hours of my life so far on this game. But do I care? Will I stop?
My brother got an Abra without me, and I am bitter. ABRA WHYYYYYYYY
I’ll stop now. Tomorrow is another Pokémon GO day!
I’m currently sitting at a press conference-type deal where Official People (I’m not sure exactly who right now) will be unveiling and announcing the names of the athletes who qualified to compete in the Rio Olympics. They held the track-and-field tryouts here over the weekend, and this is the ceremonial listing of names. In the words of an announcer I heard yesterday at the tryouts, it makes it “Official official.”
But like lemme just say something right here. Like:
Why are 98% of the sports journalists white
Why are 95% of that 98% white men
Why are 90% of that 95% of that 98% old white men, like, with deep visible wrinkles and white hair and DUDE trust me they’re old old
I’m a young, Asian female writer here. And I wouldn’t exactly call myself a sports writer, but…the demographic here is verrrrry interesting.
After I run or exercise, my feet always get super duper red, like rabbits’ feet. My feet are always redder than the average pied, but after I get moving it becomes just ridiculous.
I’m saying this ’cause I just worked out, and now I’m all sweaty. I’m staring at some football game on TV (I know next to nothing about football) and my legs are crunched up like a frog’s in front of me, and I can see my fire engine red soles.