the softest part

santa monica beach (the rest of our trip, part one and part two)

oscar theorized that the softest skin on the human body is probably the part between your neck and your chin. so for about 5 minutes we were touching each other’s under-chin part, me saying, “hey you’re right that’s really soft…”

random things about me

just to keep track of myself, as a human being living on the face of this planet.

i am (very) afraid of riding the ferris wheel. I can do up-and-down rides, spinning in circle rides, but i cannot do the ferris wheel without clutching on to oscar’s arm and cutting off all circulation to his hands.

i read shampoo/body/facewash ingredients when i am making poop.

i have a weird tan on my feet from wearing flats too often this summer.

cannot swim in any other style other than back stroke.

when i snack, i prefer to eat sweet things, then salty, sweet, salty, so on and so forth.

cannot remember what i did two days ago.

i like one-on-one attention, and despise group attention.

i have hairy forearms.

am messy, does sporadic clean-ups only to disorganize it again shortly after.

will add to this list later, when i get more sleep.

it was a colorful cookie

Almost stole an M&M cookie from a little girl while wasting time at work, watching the Little Mermaid: Ariel’s Beginning.

Am never going to grow up.

it takes a lot

i require a lot of attention. it takes a lot of patience to date me. I’m glad oscar’s still not sick of me yet, and still tells me to go brush my teeth.

Thanks, and I love you :D

odd art student out

I really dislike categorizing people into groups, because generalizations and labels are usually horrible and untrue. However, when you’re stuck for two hours on a boat full of people who are in the faculty of commerce and/or overly-eager asshats, you’re prone to formulate some sort of… reaction.

I went because the birthday girl was super sweet, and i wanted to celebrate her birthday. some of her friends, on the other hand, seemed to think this was a chance to “practice”. i am not sure if anyone else noticed this, but commerce students tend to stick out their hands out a lot at you. they also introduce, and acquire information about you in an odd rehearsed questionnaire.

a lot of the people who talked to me that night spoke in this order:

“hello, my name is _____, where do you go, what do you study, what do you do, who do you know, what club(s) are you in, where you volunteer, what’s your family genealogy, how much money do you have, what’s your credit history, can i have your first-born” etc.

then it seems like they process this information in their brain while they do their well-practiced nod and come up with a conclusion of whether or not you are worth further questioning, which would eventually lead to butt-kissing if, say, your parents were multimillion real estate agents with tons of connections. i don’t have any good connections to further their careers, naturally they stopped asking retarded questions (ones you would not ask at a BIRTHDAY PARTY gahhh) and then, like robots, they would move on to the next person standing to me/us and begin the questionnaire over again.

ok they didn’t ask me the last few questions but i am sure if those weren’t considered social taboos they’d want to know, process, conclude and buttkiss/move on.

yeah, real life needs to follow a certain social routine, i am sure they will make decent business men but i think it’s sad that they’ve become so robotic… somebody’s been to one too many business prep conventions! one of my coworkers (ubc drop out now going to sfu) joked about how he went to one of ubc’s business/alumni/undergrad work conventions for commerce (like enterprise), abused the open bar and just interrupted butt-kissers mid-conversation in their attempted butt-kissing with their potential employers. he pissed off a lot of eager students and (partially!) destroyed their dreams that night… but some of them really need take a chill pill.

i think after that whole debacle, i prefer to hang out with science students over commerce buttkissers. at least luzzy can offer me drugs, drugs, wonderful (legal) drugs! when she’s done her program.

hehe.

i am absolutely certain they have their prejudice against art students like me, also. i wonder what happens when you put two dozen art students on a boat with its own bar. hmmm.

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