age

today i met a lady. our conversation allowed for a little insight into her own life. as she semi-joked about her 50th birthday this year, i could tell she was actually quite sad. a mid-life crisis, perhaps? she joked about her being old, how her husband has a phd and nothing else, and how she'll soon be okay with hearing news about her friends' deaths, etc. it was kind of overwhelming for me, 'cause i realized i could see myself freaking out like that in the future too. i don't want to be a grouchy cynical woman. i want to be young at heart forever. anyway, she gave me her card in case i ever wanted to redesign her house. cool idea, but i feel like i'm too young to be thinking about that..

I need this in my life.

i smell february

today i randomly ate lunch with a total stranger. she was some asian freshman girl. quite nice, but kind of overly friendly. kind of weird. weird like we-talked-about-myers-briggs-personality-test kind of weird. oh well. refreshing i suppose.

i am so sore today. i'm glad i got a teensy bit better at snowboarding, and i like feeling sore. but it's when i can't even function as fast as i usually can that sucks. give me two more days. i'll stop walking like a chicken.

i spent hours at the library doing homework. how am i suddenly so busy? meh. better than studio-busy. i like homework. sometimes it's better than having architect's block at two in the morning.

it is now february. i guess it's the month dedicated to lovers. why is there a holiday for lovers anyway? valentine's day should be everyday. dinner dates, movies, and flowers should be a year round thing. that's right, i said it. girls, don't deny it. you love attention.

i like coming home to things like this:

Itching for change

D: can u teach me spanish

MP: claro que si

D: _____ what yes?

MP: WHAT YES.

MP: good job

MP: its "of course"

D: hahah oh. i comprehendo now.

MP: its comprendo

MP: ignant

D: oh shittto.

D: i only pick up words like "angie's fresca frutas", "mis hermanos carniceras", "las palmas burrito", "el agua taco" from driving around fruitvale.

Failskis. It's okay. I still love you Diana. Only because you got me this wonderful scarf that is keeping me warm right at this moment. :)

So I got into all my waitlisted classes! I got to drop both my backups! I am so relieved. Stupid budget cuts are making this extremely hard for us public school kids, eh? Anyway, I went to talk to my advisor today and I feel a lot better about school. I was "enlightened," as Cesar might say. I was able to talk about my intent to minor in Sustainable Design, my future classes, studying abroad. AND, I am glad to say I was able to complain about a course I took last semester with which I know many people were disappointed. She was super happy I brought it up to her, cause she hears so many complaints but no one ever does anything about it. So.. I guess I'm going to be in charge of making legal documentation of this for myself and anyone else who feels the same way. I hope something goes down through all of this effort.

I cannot believe how chill this semester has been. I can actually go out without feeling guilty. I can nap without feeling guilty. I can cook and eat at home! So weird. I'm never home. and now I feel like I'm home the most. :) Looovely. Also got an internship at an art gallery. Today was the first day, and it went smoothly. I am kind of intimidated, knowing I am the graphic design intern. I don't really know what to expect, and if I'll meet their expectations.. What if they don't like what I do? I'm just the weird abstract architect from Berkeley.. :|

Still debating about studying abroad. Should I do studio? I want to see the light of day. But maybe the Spaniards do it differently and it won't be so bad. Or should I just do internship in Barcelona? Paying to work? Weird concept. But I'd still consider it.. I don't know. I just need to leave the States. I hate the States sometimes. I want to move away for a while. Through all my traveling experiences, I always find myself thinking about what America lacks as a country. We suck. Well, not all the time, but there are so many things that can be done to make our country better. I want to move to Asia sometimes. After my trip to Hong Kong and Thailand this break, the first thing I did when I came back was wait fifteen minutes for a BART train at SFO. In Asia, you never have to wait. I know our country is a great place to live, but sometimes I just need a change...

LA bound

B: hey

B: i have something important to ask u

B: and how u respond is gonna affect a lot of things between us

B: ok?

MP: uhh ok

B: can i sit next to you on the airplane?

B: please

time to whip out that 25-buck-one-way ticket! :)

Hungry for mochi. And a job.

I fasted for no reason! I hate my veins! Both my arms are slightly bruised and sore and I can't extend them. Ugh, that was a bad first experience getting blood drawn. And then I just ended up canceling the whole thing because they were about to prick my fingertips too. And I just wanted to go home and eat something. :[ nomnom.

Bandaged. Crappy tape.

Anyway, I never wanna do that again.

Today I tried to be productive and work on job applications. Although I was pretty efficient and applied to a few, I still doubt I'll get anything. I have no confidence when it comes to jobs. I'm totally sensitive when getting rejected and I'm not aggressive enough. I am also very picky when it comes to jobs. I don't want a pointless one. I want a design-related one. Or even administrative is fine. But it also doesn't help with everyone else has a job all year long (screw

the kids with hook ups..). I really need to get my act together. But I guess I won't be crazy upset if I don't get a job this semester, since I might be a CED peer advisor too. I guess that's sort of a resume builder. Ughh, I want a job.

On a happier note, I finished putting up my wall decal. I'm pretty satisfied!

Obviously I haven't gotten to the stuffed animal clean-up yet...

So tonight I made mochi at Nicole's. They're pretty cute. Not to mention deeeelish. I want to eat one right now. But I won't.

Tomorrow morning I will.

I never told anyone this before

but I really really like my dad's office. He moved into it several years ago, but I always adored it. It's a cute little house on Central Avenue. Even before he was here, it was used as an office space. On random occasion, I stop by to just do work or wait for my parents. I always go to a certain room upstairs. No one is ever in it when I come, so I've grown used to it. I always imagine it as my own bedroom - it'd be so darn cute. I guess I'm a sucker for those nooks in old victorian homes. See for yourself (pardon the low quality photos; I only have my phone with me)!

Nook!

My empty entry. And Danish butter cookies.

Oh, and I got a haircut. STILL waiting for the color at the tips to go away forever..

Anyway. I would go take more pictures of the house but I don't want to look like a noob with a cell phone camera. Maybe I'll come back with my dslr someday..

Jonjon bought DJ Hero. I'm so going over.