Let's get some shoez.

(via urbanoutfitters.com)

I'm at Starbucks with an iced skinny vanilla latte (delicious, overpriced, and with a stupid name), studying... and dreaming of shoes.

Nikon D3000

Late in posting as usual. I should start out by saying that my 21st birthday was fabulous. Honestly it would be too much of a daunting task to say everything that happened - maybe some other time. Let us just remember that it was fabulous, ethereal, divine...

I also tried salvia this past weekend. This too is a daunting task to explain. I do not think such an experience is possible to express in words - so I won't, for now. Later.

I'm most likely heading back to the motherland (China) this September, and I aim to capture my journey with a new DSLR camera. I swear that is my main purpose of purchasing something so expensive. I'm not trying to be a hipster...

Have been doing extensive (not really) research on entry-level DSLR cameras, and am probably settling on the Nikon D3000, which will cost around $450-500. I think this is a great price for what I am going to get, but will not be purchasing it until I feel a bit more financially secure. So this summer, maybe, and I will get a chance to ask my camera savvy friends what they think. I would love to take a photography class also, if I can squeeze it in. :)

Play something for me, Alicia

I've been haplessly busting my ass off as usual. Once again, I've been needlessly scheduling myself in ways that divert from common sense. Not sure why I thought I would be able to drive to and from Oakland, making it back to Millbrae past midnight, then drive back to Davis during witching hours, sleep for 2 hours, and wake up to volunteer for the UCD Triathlon. As you can understand by now, this didn't happen. While I can't say I'm happy with myself, I must say the weekend was well worth it anyway...


Well, why was I in Oakland? For the Alicia Keys Freedom Tour! It was absolutely incredible. She is quite the artist, quite the woman. We didn't really get to see Melanie Fiona, but hey, that was fine, as long as we got to see the very sexy Robin Thicke! Wow, what a powerful guy. He had a whole arena of women swooning! When the backdrop was revealed and it said Robin Thicke - Sex Therapy in sexy black and red, the ladies were sold! Oracle Arena instantly turned into a giant coliseum of rabid, lusty women, hands grabbing and arms stretched out, reaching for the sexy flesh that is Robin Thicke, so ready were they to tear the-- oh shit that was just me. Rambling.

Well, Mr. Robin Thicke was a great warm-up for my impaired lungs. Yes, I put her through a lot - hard hours at the gym had got them panting, and she gasped for air after each cigarette and harsh bong rip. But at this concert, my lungs had to deal with all the hyperventilating and adolescent schoolgirl screaming that was provoked by Robin Thicke's rotating hips, gyrating and thrusting and-- oh shit- ... Rambling again.

Basically my throat hurt from all the excitement (although my friend Rachael still beat me in that department). Of course you have to scream at each song change, and each time the artist speaks. Every word. Yes. Scream.

She sang all of her hit songs spanning her four (amazing) albums, plus some lesser knowns, like "Superwoman". Trust, you think her song sounds good on CD and with yo good speakers and shit, but you ain't HEARD her sing live! Girl can sing like no other! One of my faves from the concert was a lively upbeat version of "No One" and a godly "Wait till U See My Smile".

Somewhere along the line some scrappy bitches in the back were clawing at each other and fighting and shit. Not cool, girl!

I was totally jealous of all her outfits, nothing flashy, no costumes, but pure sophisticated Alicia: black blazers, leather leggings, a white dress made for a goddess. Ugh. So jealous.

She finished off with "Empire State of Mind", where she had to replace the "New Yorrkkkkk" with 'Oakland' a couple times.

Great concert. Great everything: great backup singers, background dancers, audio/visuals. I must say I was quite annoyed with the narrowness of the seats, but all was made up for with the amazing acoustics of the arena, and hearing Alicia's celestial voice...and Robin... oh shit!




I should say, though, that I have absolutely no clue as to how we ladies arrived at the concert. It is a fact that I drove, but it shan't have been my car - of all things - that I drove. No, no, it can't have been! It was a space shuttle that I drove, yes. I think I was supposed to have driven my white Toyota Prius there, but after that ridiculously fat joint that a certain friend of mine constructed was smoked between us, my car turned into a spaceship! That is the only explanation possible.

Yes, I was impossibly blazed a good portion of the concert.



[in soft voice]And the space shuttle...took off...

Oh boy, am I high right now. I see that shuttle now, flying off into the universe.

See ya later, Buzz.

April showers bring May flowers

It's April!

Sure, I am seven days late but I am always late.

April brings a lot of new and exciting things for me (Move aside, Easter, Jesus Christ, and zealous Christians).

For example, there is UC Davis Picnic Day (big drunkfest), 420, my 21st birthday (get ready, son!), and a series of smaller events, such as the UCD Triathlon (sadly, I am not participating as I had hoped - but I am volunteering!). I am also going to two shows this month: Passion Pit on campus (on my birthday!), and Alicia Keys in Oakland.

But as usual, backwards minded racist conservative hicks be tryna ruin this month fo' me -- what the fuck, yo!

National dickface Bob McDonnell, governor of Virginia (what's the weed like in Virginia?), has declared April to be Confederate History Month. Once again I am humbly reminded of how lucky I am to be from the WEST COAST, the BAY AREA at that, raised with CULTURE and an open mind. No sir, I do not consider your redneck-and-proud lifestyle to be anything remotely related to culture (certainly not "high culture", I should say). Nor do I find any sense in promoting the INHERENT RACISM that is associated with the Confederacy. Slavery, hello?...SMH at Southerners--

Click the image for some innocent lols.

And the worst part is knowing that there's a whole clusterfuck of ding-dongs that are throwing their cowboy hats in the air and drinking in celebration, "Hey, y'all! Let's organize our next boot party, y'all! In the name of God, y'all!"

Are you there, God? It's me, May. Smite these mothafucka's to hell!

And here I am researching and reading reviews of good cheap wines that I can buy when I turn 21.

*Sigh* Always gotta kill my good time.

Greetings! It's been far too long. March is nearly over and I find myself at just my second post this month. Hm. I was hoping to at least post 4x a month. Perhaps I will force myself to write everyday for the remainder of March? What do you think?

I'm sitting on my backyard deck chair outside. I'm sipping an iced coffee. The sun is embracing me. I've spent the day hungover and lazy, downloading music, reading blogs and such. It is satisfying. My dog lies lazily next to me.

Sadly, today is my last day of Spring Break. I am thinking it would be a good idea to summarize Winter Quarter, this wonderful Spring Break, and my upcoming Spring Quarter...via bullet-point, of course.

winter quarter

• 17 units: 2 Chinese classes, 2 Comparative Literature classes
• Which lead to an insane amount of all-nighters
• Hundreds of pages read
• And about 40 pages worth of essays were written
• But in the end I made it out with 2 A's, a B, and I'm still waiting for another grade to be released (I'm a bit worried as to why I haven't received my grade yet)
• And I was high almost every night

spring break

• A good balance of work, productivity, and partying
• Bowls, bongs, blunts...joints, pipe, glass
• OG Kush, Jackpot, Shiva Skunk, GDP...
• Grey Goose, Stoli...
• Cigarettes, general sin, I'm-twenty-and-don't-care
• Really, just getting uber fucked up
• ~45 hours of work, San Francisco, love
• Smoking a Nat Sherman in a hidden corner behind the Ferry Building by myself, overlooking the ocean, the Bay Bridge, sun, solace, peace pax pace...
• Summer internship searching
• Deadmau5, Kaskade, Matt Alber, Gabriel & Dresden, etc.
• B.o.B. ft. Bruno Mars - Nothin' On You
• Ghetto Superstar <3
• I love my friends. I repeat- I love my friends.

spring quarter

• Again, 2 Chinese classes, 2 Comparative Literature classes
• One of which is a class on Shakespeare. This makes me want to spray my pants.
• This quarter, I will figure out what I will be doing this summer. Whether that means summer school or interning/working in SF or going to China...I have no clue.
• All I know is that I'm turning 21 in a little over two weeks. You know it's going to be insane.
• A visit to an undergraduate advisor is very necessary.
• As is a visit to my Comp. Lit. advisor -- I plan on writing a sick senior thesis, but this may require negotiating.

I was uber fucked up last night. Like so fucked up...high to cross-faded to drunk. That was such a fucked up night. I actually yacked and that happens infrequently with me. So you know I was straight fucked up. Let me reiterate once again- I WAS FUCKED UP. Thanks for that, friends. Happy birthday Chris Lau.

The Electronic Music Festival in Miami. It sounds incredible. I would love to go this. Miami is where it's at.

Another random note: I was telling a friend the other day how one of my life goals is to attend a rave outside of America. What comes to mind is Europe of course. They have always known what is up in the house/electronic/techno/trance scene. Those crazy Europeans. I also have this image in my mind of attending a rave in the Netherlands, or Norway. I just feel like it'd be crazy.

But most of all, I would love to go to one in Brazil. The idea is incredible. This music video consistently blows my mind.

Everyone and their moms in the UC system is studying abroad, I swear. Perhaps I will too. Unquestionably, I choose Latin America as my destination - Brazil in particular. UC Davis doesn't have a wide selection of Latin America study abroad options, unfortunately. Although they do have a Cuba program, which is amazing. Other than that, there is also Argentina and Chile, both of which are appealing as well.

Well, this post just turned into a clusterfuck of things that have been on my mind lately. You bitch, May!

It's 4:20 pm.

I'm impossibly lazy today. It is Sunday, after all. The thought of returning to school tomorrow and returning to Davis tonight kills. Luckily I love Spring Quarter.

My brain isn't ready to shut down quite yet but I need to go to Costco to buy cat food. Cat owners constantly have to buy cat food. Cats love cat food, and I love cats. So....

LOL u guyz.

You guys.

You guys!

You guys!

(my feminist of a professor would retort that saying, that saying of "you guys" 'cause we shouldn't say guys...y'all!)

Guys?

(the sound of empty crickets)

(because no one reads my blog)

(& because I never promote it)

(and it stands in a dusty corner on the interwebz)

Well, you guys. I was loitering in my room just now - still am - and I had a flashforward. not to be confused with a flashback.

Anyway, I wasn't deeply thinking of this; I just got the image, the phrase. Often times in my linear, transliteral, and crazy way of thinking, words, phrases, sentences POP UP in my head. Today it said:

I'm a graduate student studying literaure; I like cats and hot tea, hehehe!

[insert a cute but "safe" picture that makes me seem reserved but adventurous, grounded and worldly, but at the end of the day, quite plain, like this --]

"This is me in the Hondouras!!!!! I travel I'mso fucking interesting I let a PARROT for god's sake a PARRROT put it's damn devil claws on my WHITE AMERICAN APPAREL TEE ahahahahaa man I'm sophisticated What's your income looking like?"

Crap. That's gonna be my ONLINE DATING profile in about...3 or 4 years. Isn't it sad? The image of this profile was conjured up in my mind subconsciously.

I weep. It's sad.

Then there's going to be a quote from my favorite author, probably someone that I am not familiar with now because in a few more years I'll just be sooooo goddamn intellectual, right?

I'm lonely.

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One should never take oneself too seriously. :D

By the way, I'm not high right now. Just crazy, sleep deprived, and energetic from a workout.

My fabulous weekend

"I'll just light a bowl, some incense, watch the Olympic clips I've missed today, and call it a night," I thought to myself as a lit my incense, and then I burned my fucking finger because I was that fucking high.

I'm staring at this embarrassing piece of skin right now. It's not terrible. It even has a metallic shine to it - looks grey. It didn't even hurt all that much, on account of me being so high. Although I must say, once I was being burned, the pain increased dramatically.

I had a wonderful weekend. Who can really remember what happens these days, though? I for sure can't. There were three nights of good food*, lots of laughs and girl time on Valentine's Day...all in a haze. Chinese New Year and Chinese New Year were quite enjoyable.

Hm, I really need to clean you.

Poor image quality**, but that's my fixed bong. Yup, fixed. It may or may not be true that it's a bit harder to keep the weed lit, but it works. Super glue is freaking amazing, like seriously, I'm going to have so much fun with it in the future.

The shards of glassed fit back on quite well. Unfortunately there was a third piece of glass missing that will be impossible to find. I double secured-it by wrapping it with duct tape (and then again with a Hello Kitty band-aid just for the cuteness factor -- Hello Kitty and duct tape, you can't go wrong).

Now that I think about it, why didn't I just fill the missing piece of glass with super glue? Oh, the things you suddenly think of when you're high. Fuck.

notes:

- the first image is from an interesting photo blog called photobytone.com.

- my blog needs some more variety so i hope you've appreciated a slightly different format for this post.

- in regards to my last post, i sound whiny and annoying. i get over things quite quickly, so i'm back to my old self at the moment. i would delete parts of it, but i'd like to think that my own blog allows for some freedom regarding my pickiness.

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* homemade Chinese food deux fois, korean barbecue, and mongolian hot pot. trader joe's dark chocolate also gets an honorable mention from me :) paired with wine?? amazeballs!

** if i end up going to china this summer, i will for sure invest in a nice DSLR camera beforehand.