Ah, the incredible
boringness of
packing...
blah. Maybe I should just throw it all out and live like a
Zen monk or something. It might not be a
bad idea-- I'm probably only going to be able to afford an
apartment the size of a
closet, anyway. I can either pay over $3000 a month, or a more "
reasonable" $1200 but live in
Hayward or
Fremont. Can I manage this? I don't know. I'm terrified and
intimidated by the idea of going to
Stanford anyway. ... I'm fine, really.
Just breathe.
Matter #2:
I need a job.
I need money. Getting a
summer job where I could work with
Mandarin-speakers would be cool, as I need to brush up the rusty
Chinese before hitting
Stanford University. (Let's face it, there aren't too many
Chinese people to chat with in
Fayetteville, AR.) Maybe I should wander
the Oakland Chinatown and look for
Help Wanted signs.
Matter #3: Speaking of
Chinatown, I've promised myself one of the really cool modern-cut
cheongsams at
www.goodorient.com (or something like them) if I get back
in shape this summer. (As well as some nice expensive
lingerie, since
I can't find a bra that fits right at normal prices.)
Oh, the
journal project is turning out well. I found a nifty photo in a
magazine that I cut out and taped on one page, so now it's all
mixed media and stuff. I'm having fun doing it, and as with when I got to send
letters and
care packages to someone
overseas, it lets me feel almost like I'm spending time with the person... I hope
Kai likes it when I'm done. Ooh, I could make it
multisensory and add a drop of
China Rain when I'm done.
Gah! How
obnoxiously
sentimental and
girly is this project going to get? You know, my
seventh grade self would have smacked my
starry-eyed present self had they ever met. Well, I refer her (and anyone else) to
Sappho: We shall enjoy it.
Take that!