Saturday, April 28, 2012

Friday.

A gentleman from the Trinh Salon came by yesterday and fixed me up with a hairstyle reminiscent of a Who from Whoville.

Ce breaking down at the sight of my beauty.

Kisses from the stylist.
After a successful updo was created for the world to see, we were treated to fine w&w. My mind quickly drifted into a slumber. It was the longest, most restful sleep I've had in a while.

Now, time to study.
love, c.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Note to self.

You're heartbroken.
You don't need any excuses for having those feelings. Just admit it and you'll have a lot less to bitch about.
Go find yourself again, and everything will fall into place.

love, c.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Motion sickness, possibly.

This past weekend has been a vicious cycle of haze followed by blur followed by nausea followed by haze followed by blur followed by nausea.

Naturally, such cycle would be attributed simply to an excessive consumption of substances.
I will not deny that.
But I can also say that I have been on quite an emotional roller coaster recently, which adds to the shaking of my center of gravity and dizziness and so-forth, anything that causes the insides of my brain to be jumbled. It is both bodily and mental, this nausea.
There have been awful moments, but all of these feelings I'm feeling are just part of living and being the warm, apparently emotionally messy human being that I am. In retrospect, the messiness is entertaining. I think I prefer that to being cold-cut and robotic.
(There is a part of me that thought of turkey as I typed cold-cut.)
(This is a slight allusion to the Zach Galifianakis joke, "I'm quitting cold turkey.")

Wha. via

My eventful weekend ended with me chirping my heart out on i-walk whilst being belligerently intoxicated, thanks to whatever alcoholic smoothie I had been fed earlier that night. It was delicious and chocolate-flavored, might I add.
Thank you to all of my darling friends for making me feel loved. I can never say this enough, it seems, but I am truly lucky to have you guys.

Happy Sunday, world.
love, c.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Dat shit cray.

It is Spring. The recent surge in pollen count has been especially unkind to me. My poor little nose.

Speaking of unkind, I had a student in my section indirectly tell me she hates me for the simple fact that I am Japanese. In the midst of an East Asian History section, she expressed her discontent for the Japanese ways in the 19th century as she looked me directly in the eye--half across the room.
I do understand. Taking this class has been both eye-opening and sad for me, the latter emerging from the knowledge of the horrific things that my "homeland" had done to other countries in the past. It is not something I can take responsibility for or apologize for, but I've taken it into consideration for learning Japan's position in history relative to other nations. It also explains a lot of the hatred that my friends' grandparents seem to have for my race.
But this girl. She spoke so terribly of Japan that it provoked anger in even me. And for her to direct her anger specifically at me simply because I was the only Japanese person in that classroom was unfair and really, unprofessional. This is one of very few times I have been subjected to racism--I never take it well. I am a good person. That doesn't change because of the country my family is from.
After section, she came to half-heartedly apologize for her hatred of Japan which she told me was fostered by her family. Yeah, I get it. My parents can be racist sometimes too. But how is it that I grew up with the capability to distinguish an individual from historical events of their race that they are not specifically responsible for, and she did not? Cultural differences, I suppose.
It's sad to think that she has probably never experienced a friendship with anyone of a race that her family does not approve of. At this point, I do not want to be her friend. She seems like a first year, so hopefully her college experience will open up her worldview from one that was molded by her parents.
I will not be forced into shame for the person or race that I am.

On a much happier note, it is Friday (: After this class, I am headed home for a glorious nap to prepare me for some weekend fun.

Hope everyone has a lovely Friday.
love, c.