Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Saying fuck it.


There's Alyosha as we sped to Brighton Beach to snag some Russian pastries and chocolates for our private Halloween extravaganza. That is, the extravaganza involving "Just Friends" on HBO, sitting on my bed eating Thai delivery. Ah, this is the life.

My birthday was just about perfect. Alyosha got me two rings: one for my birthday, another for our anniversary. The two occasions coincide, which is a long story (it involves partial infidelity and impulsively fleeing New York). We went out to Uncle Vanya and ordered two beers, and I didn't get a chance to take advantage of my ID. This is because Alyosha ordered and he never gets carded. Have I mentioned that he's 9 months younger than me?

I had emailed one of my instructors to inform him I wouldn't be in class. Instead of giving him a bullshit excuse ("I have a 24 hour bug, oops") I told him the truth. I'd be out celebrating my birthday and anniversary. I jokingly added that he should feel free to scold me. He responded by scolding me. He complained that I would now be missing two classes in a row because he'll be in Chicago next week. I don't understand why he's blaming me for that. Um, I'm paying for this class? And, it's overpriced?* And, why should he get his knickers in a knot when he's getting paid anyway? I'm so tempted to put his full name here but he's somewhat famous/infamous and he probably Googles himself because he's a narcassistic poopoo. Psht. I may be Asian, but no amount of As or 4.0s could've swayed me to go to class.

Later today, we're going to Atlantic City. So far we've booked one night, but we may end up staying longer, depending on how much we oversleep the next morning. I'm saying "fuck it!" to everything else, and the view from here is breathtaking.


*My university is one of the most uselessly expensive ones in the country, can you guess which it is?

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Hark. The Day Approaches.

Yes, it's true. I'm turning 2-1 on October 30th. This is one of the most important birthdays of my life so far. It's in the top three: 13, 18, 21. For my 13th birthday, my brother sent me a color printout of Ben Stiller. My best friend thought that was so cool. My 18th birthday was the first I spent away from home, for I was a freshman in college. My friends got me a free cake. I thought that was so cool. And then I realized that, as a non-smoker, being 18 brought me shit.

And now, as the next milestone approaches? This will also serve as an informative introduction for anyone who comes here through NaBloPoMo. I'm a senior in college with relatively inflated grades, I intern at a brand name office, and I'm an Asian girl. If you were interviewing me for a job, you wouldn't really want to know anything else. That's textbook me! In the doodles along the pages which are infinitely more important, you'll find that... I can't bring myself to care less about school, smoke cloves and marijuana and go to hookah bars like every other college kid in New York City, drink on occasion and get Asian Red Face, am on a perpetual search for a lesbian experience, I have a Russian stud of a boyfriend who drives his sleek black sportscar at ungodly speeds, and I am completely open to making mistakes.

I've gotta be honest with you. I'm at a blameless age and I fucking love it. Unfortunately, in a little while I'll have to take real responsibilities and fulfill obligations. But until then, I have to milk this.

I'm skipping 50% of my classes and 100% of my internship this upcoming week to celebrate my birthday/1-year anniversary/Halloween and to go on vacation with my boyfriend, Alyosha. I know, it's midterm season and my schedule is jampacked with things I need to do and places I need to be. Yup, this is probably the best time to jet outta here.