May 2010
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In Beijing o' clock, it's 5:22 a.m.
and I’m wide awake because I unwittingly fell asleep early evening yesterday while just wanting to just ~rest my eyes~ for a little bit but ended up passing out for 12 hours on my stiff dormitory bed. It was one of those wonderful sleeps where you don’t know who you are or where you are upon waking up. 5 p.m. to 5 a.m. So now, I’m up.
It’s hot and humid here as expected,...
Before I take off
and embark on this daunting, 12+ hour flight to Beijing, I wanted to write an entry for my beloved readers. Hi Mom, Hi Dad.
Anyway, so here I am.
For those of you who don’t know, I’m taking a Chinese class in Beijing for one month. Then, I’m heading over to Shanghai for 4-6 weeks to intern with this rather obscure Chinese-language publisher that might abuse my status as an...
Would you just look at that sky
I came back from my 5-day trip to Lake Tahoe yesterday. The entire place is like, postcard picture worthy. When I took this picture, the five of us were eating our packed turkey and roast beef sandwiches sitting on the edge of the pier with our feet dangling above the water and Ryan noticed a rainbow in the clouds.
Fobtastic
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As promised, I covered ‘Blood Bank’ by...
Mother's Day musings
For more than half of my life, my grandmother has been my mother.
Under difficult circumstances, she raised my two brothers and me. She is 78 this year and she is becoming more and more frail every day. She has a weak heart and often has trouble breathing. Her feet are a bluish color and noticeably swollen due to the amount of medication she has to take. She complains of how much pain...
drinkyourjuice:
Regina Spektor - No Surprises...
The only cardio I've gotten tonight
is from rushing back and forth from my desk cubicle to the restroom all night long. I think I went pee more than five times in the last two hours. Currently running on Red Bull and peanut m&ms and living the strung-out Leavey life.
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WatchGrammy-worthy performance by my little brother Daniel, circa 2004-05.
This ~philosophical~ ‘rap’ was written by his 12-year-old self, most probably with heavy dependence* on a rhyming dictionary. (What the hell kind of a fifth grader uses a word like “moat*”?)
FYI, that’s my mom in the back, completely oblivious to what he’s rapping about, but nevertheless...
Dear laptop on my lap, you're hot hot hot
My thighs feel like they’re melting off.
This paper is not even slightly coming along. Sarah and I exchanged ownership of each other’s facebooks, but that’s not cutting it. If you take my facebook away, I’ll go on tumblr. Take my tumblr away, I gotz my twitter. Take my twitter away and I’ll google stupid shit like “how do u get rid of dese cottage cheese legs...
Earlier today, I choked up
while watching ‘School of Rock.’ by myself. in my empty apartment. on a Saturday night.
This is a new low.
