Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Study party my ass...


This used to be my job.

Always faithful company.
After watching a frightening French thriller, Z quickly fell into a slumber and I once again found myself  fighting alone in the battle that is a sociology essay.
This is becoming a pattern.

love, c.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Summer buds.

I'm taking yet another break from paper-writing to post this photo that I like so much. Welcome to the gutter crew, Ce. Your admittance is here revealed on the interwebs.

After A's hilarious graduation party, photo by M (:
Needless to say, I really miss their company.

Wishing everyone a productive night!
love, c.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Only a bit of summer left, so...

Letting my summer time blues subside under the weight of one of my favorite vices. Cheers to all (:

A PSA I can agree with, via.
Wishing everyone a lovely Saturday night!
love, c.

Having a hard time remembering where I left my heart.

Lately the weather has smelled so strongly of Japan that it physically feels wrong to be in California. The humidity combined with the general relax of summer has been rather painfully nostalgic; the disconnect between where I want to be and where I actually am tugging at the diaphragm area of my body. It is a discomfort that I don't know how to rid myself of.
Perhaps it is just time for a change of scenery.

Irvine fest 2012
In other news, Y is leaving for le France tomorrow! We had a nice little hurrah with him in Irvine over tokyo teas and several rounds of sake, and we ended the night with drunken sticky pics.
It is bittersweet to send him off, in part due to the fact that his departure mixes awkwardly with the rest of the haus' first steps into adulthood, life decisions, and on my part the dawdling of such milestones in life. But we are all simply making strides to grow, and I am eased by the fact that I, too, am moving forward in life despite delay. 
To Y: I think I can speak for the entire haus when I say that we wish you lots of adventures, thoughts and feelings. Personally, I can't wait until you feel the butterflies and surreality of being in a different country--that's one of my favorite moments of traveling. 
It's going to be lovely when we have a haus gathering in a year, just to enjoy the company of our ever-so-slightly matured selves. Hope you'll have some good stories.
See you in a bit, and don't have too many mimosas sans orange juice on the plane (:

love, c.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Growth.

As A has made me consider a return to Xanga, I took some time this evening to peruse my archived memories. Reading my entries from a time when I felt so low is strange. I can barely recognize my thoughts, yet I remember carefully constructing them into sentences as I sat in my room, listening to the steady hum of the rainbow fan that hung from the ceiling.
There's a small part of me that misses how I wrote back then, with care and detail, a pinch of melancholy and naivety. It is a bittersweet realization to acknowledge that I may never write that way again, without life casually tossing me into the dumps. My blogs now may be short and lack reflection, but I truly am the happiest I've ever been in a long time.

Anyway, here is something I wrote January 23, 2011:
"My black track & field shirt that I wear as pajamas soaks up the sun as I sit, rocking right to left in my shabby wooden chair; its seat no longer attached, but simply resting on four legs, green paint peeling and revealing its grain, swirled with warm hues of, well, wood. I have a cup of coffee in my lap and a cigarette in my hand, feeling glorious as the warm breeze tosses my bangs across my abnormally large forehead. I exhale second-hand smoke into the sky, cloudless and bright fucking blue. A glorious morning, as always.
Y comes out to join the cancer circle as I admire the breeze. We quietly fantasize about being air--constantly moving forward and seeing the entire world with no effort. After I question the cause of wind and waves, I am casually taught about the moon's gravitational pull, the revolution of the earth, its crooked axis and their relation to the sun, eclipses, lunacy, seasons, the flow of life. I am amazed by the way everything naturally falls into place on our planet. I have been taught all of this before in school but it had never stuck until now.
Soon Z and T join us to admire the beautiful weather. None of us are in the mood to read text books. I sit, my coffee cup now sitting empty in the middle of my folded legs, a cigarette filter with a burnt edge still secured between my fingers. They fall into discussion about laziness, its similarity to a gag reflex for knowledge (in all fun and seriousness), lazy-but-loveable role models in the media, male and female character differences, the presence of a pot belly on the male and female body, the charm of the Simpsons compared to South Park and Family Guy, how Ferris Bueller can be similar to Fight Club, that the protagonist is always the character that experiences change. I listen and absorb, occasionally throwing in a comment that never adds to the evolution or progression of my friends' thoughts. Their extensive knowledge and metacognition comes naturally, only as natural and as simple as it is for me to let my bare feet play in the warm dirt beneath. In my freshman year of high school, I was taught to analyze stories in the same way--but again, it had never stuck until now. I had never considered the depths of animated tv shows, their character development or their popularity in my life. What do I think about, ever? In the midst of a 300-seated lecture hall, I am never cozy, excited or attentive. But I also am unaware of where my mind wanders. A professor may think he or she is teaching me something, but all I can do is attempt to regurgitate the facts onto paper during an exam, before it all dissipates into thin air shortly after. Strange, how I learn so much more about the world and metacognition from my friends, as I sit comfortably in my back yard. I don't know how I learn. How is it that I (seemingly) actively participated in 15 years of school and have this little knowledge about anything?

I don't know what I've been doing all my life, what I do between sunrise and sunset. I want to figure shit out. But, in this moment, all I know is that tonight will end with a breakfast burrito from Rigoberto's."

I think it's a great depiction of a calnoovian morning, and the malaise that had sedated me for a little over a year. The person that wrote this seems so far away, and I'm in such a better place now.
Although, I really do wish I was participating in Club Wednesday right now. Some things never change, I guess.

love, c.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Broccoli + egg

I was going to write something poetic about the ground pepper on my fried egg that pleasantly surprised me tied into how ce and I used to eat college student meals like this often and that I miss her but now it all seems silly so instead of letting nostalgia overcome me I'm just going to leave the world with this terribly constructed run-on sentence.

love, c.