Thursday, November 23, 2006

Long time! No see!

I didn't blog for like a week. Oops. It was partly an accident, but the end result is, I'm not eligible to go forward in NaBloPoMo. What can I say? It was worth it, though.

It happened like this. Last Wednesday, I made spur of the moment plans to meet up with a few of my friends after work. By that time it was already almost 7pm and I was aware that I only had 5 more hours left to blog. We went to a hookah bar near my school called Sahara East, where we enjoyed falafels, fries, overpriced drinks, oh - and hookah. We left at around 10:30, and I now only had an hour and a half to blog, but get this: I had forgotten all about it. We trekked our way to one of our friends' dorms on Canal Street and here is a block to represent the information of what happened there for the next 3 hours which I'm not allowed to talk about on this public blog:

And suddenly it was already Thursday and I hadn't blogged. Shit. But then Thursday was my last day of work and when I got home I had to get ready for a film shoot that was taking place on Friday, and by Saturday I was so pooped from the film shoot that I slept until 4 in the afternoon and hardly even turned on my computer, and Sunday I was out of the apartment all day and ate a really big dinner and Monday I don't even remember what happened on Monday.

Which brings us to today, which happens to be Thanksgiving. I'm sitting at the dining room table in my parents' house, looking into the kitchen where the oven is. Inside the oven is a turkey. It's warm here.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Why you gotta Ph.D -

Playa hatin' degree.

I see some of the professors in my elective courses writing their dissertations and stuff, and it's brainaching. How do they do that? Write long papers about things no one cares about in the real world? Academia! I'm glad to have never visited that place.

Should I go to law school?

(What a sell out.)

Monday, November 13, 2006


This Friday, the 17th of November, I will be able to sleep in for the first morning in many mornings. I've had to wake up early every day, weekends included, nonstop, for so long. I'm so excited. But I definitely have to be up and running by 4pm Friday as I'll have people over. So I'll set my alarm for 3:30pm! Haha!

Sunday, November 12, 2006

21 Things College Has Taught Me

  1. Never take a class that starts before 9am.
  2. Friday classes are for nerds.
  3. By junior year, no one has not done drugs, gotten drunk, or had sex.
  4. At least 30% of your classmates have gone to class drunk or high.
  5. Everyone can use a cigarette, if you offer one.
  6. All papers are written, projects are done, and tests are studied for, over the course of one night.
  7. The hours between midnight and class the next day are plenty, plenty of time to get what needs to be done, done.
  8. Appointments to meet with advisors are totally non-mandatory.
  9. Do not try to fool the security guards. They can see that the friend you're sneaking in is holding up an ID for a totally different university. And when they ask to see it more up close, casually slipping your own ID to your friend will be noticed.
  10. Most professors google themselves on a regular basis and then talk about the results to the class.
  11. Some professors can't tell the difference between two Asian girls, even if one doesn't go to college in the first place.
  12. Some professors will stop class and force you to throw out your salad because it smells.
  13. Some professors will pay you to buy them candy, each class.
  14. Some professors will sleep with you if you ask.
  15. Some professors will try to seduce you because they feel like it.
  16. Everyone knows about the professors who have sex with their students, including the names of those students and what kind of STDs were transmitted between them.
  17. If you slip a "change of grade" form in your previous professor's mailbox, he might actually change your grade (if you're lucky).
  18. Everyone talks about you behind your back. And you, theirs.
  19. Going to art school automatically means you're on bad terms with the business school kids. And why not? What a bunch of losers.
  20. Going to art school is a bad decision for those who want financially stable careers. This is a fact that is unknown until senior year, when everyone else is taking the LSAT or the GMAT and we're left fiddling with cameras and scripts.
  21. No one else knows what the hell they're doing in college, nor what they're doing once they graduate.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

"You only live once!"

is what the shoe salesman told us, while refusing to name the price of the Coach boots he was offering my mother so urgently. My mom and I went shopping today, as is usual for our precious Saturdays together. On the agenda today were winter boots, and we went all out (for our budgets, that is). My mom ended up getting the Coach boots, which is a big deal because hello, they're Coach and you're wearing them on your feet? And I got these. I'm all set for the winter, baby! New York City snowstorms, have at me. I'm talkin' to you, pollution-soaked slush!

Friday, November 10, 2006


It's weird to be at home now. I have trouble differentiating between my two homes when I tell people, "I'm going home" or "I'm at home." Home is where I live most of the time, but home is also where my parents live. I still have my room in my parents' house, my desk is still there, my bookshelf, dressers. In place of the bed I took with me to my new apartment, there's an Aerobed, which I sleep on when I visit on the weekends. It's a little difficult for me to refer to this home as my parents' house. I still feel that it's home for me, too. But I'm finding that as the weeks go on, I'm getting used to the thought of my apartment as home. I'm not sure if I like this realization.

Seeing my parents over the weekends after being away from them for a mere 5 days makes a huge difference. I get more weary of their conversations, annoyed at their comparisons as to who is in more physical pain from what, angry at how uptight they still are about everything in the world, sad at how much of this I'm missing while I'm out living the hedonistic city life. I kind of miss coming to this home after long days at school, my mom staying up and microwaving me some leftovers, being able to talk to them because they would listen.

I think that's why I've been reluctant to think of my new apartment as my home. There's nothing home-like about it, except that I return to it after my obligations outside are finished, and I leave it in the morning. The door is never unlocked or open, inviting me in. There's no one on the other side turning the doorknob right as I reach for it. The lights are always off - I enter into pitch blackness. The kitchen has been abandoned and is lost beyond all hope. The sound of the TV just confirms the blaring silence.

So now I know the reason why my brother, after living alone for years, wanted me to start living with him as he started his new job. So that when he comes home, the lights would be on for him, there would be sounds of the TV or music coming from my room, I would be there for him to talk to, and I would listen.

But it just doesn't do it for me.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

For Your Consideration

Tonight I got into an advanced screening of "For Your Consideration" which comes out next week. I recommend it. I don't like spoiling things for people, so just go and watch it. I was pleasantly surprised when Ricky Gervais showed up in it, because I had forgotten he was in it.

There was drama at work today. One of the filmmakers asked one of the executive assistants where the restroom was, and I guess the assistant didn't respond so nicely. When the filmmaker got out of the restroom, the assistant asked, "Did you say something to me before?" And a fight erupted. Attitudes and "WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!" and "WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!" galore. It was a nice start to a miserable work day as usual. Set the tone very nicely.