I'm a twenty year old free spirit who's trying to keep a track of her life just to observe what kind of a person I am. I'm vulgar from time to time, But really isn't everyone? My frustration level is always close to boiling point, and my patience, well, let's just say, I do need to keep that in check. I'm a girl with Hawaiian hips and Japanese humor. So, ladies and gentlemen, bear with me and do attempt to enjoy my nonsense-d key bashing that I call a blog.
Life. Love. Liqueur
Finally, a break.
Work is... interesting.
Good news, and looong week of work.
The thin line between want and need.
New training to begin.
How do I start a blog such as this? I never know w...
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//6/30/10 10:45 PM
Good news, and looong week of work.
I moved here to Northern California last year in order to attend a certain art school. This particular art school, took advantage of me and totally screwed me over. I didn't have a dorm to stay in, because they kicked me out so I moved in with my lovely girlfriend and her dad. We stayed there for a couple of months, until we got an apartment of our own. Spiral staircase and a loft included!
Since then, my parents and I have been having a little bit of a rough patch, because they originally wanted me to come back home. Of course, I defied their wishes and stayed here, because really, I didn't want to leave. I was completely happy, and I still am. They let me stay with a promise that I would be very productive of the time I have and find a new school to go to. Of course, I found a wonderful job in the time being that I have a lot of fun in, and on my spare time, I've been looking for a new school to go to that offered an Art History major. After searching for months online, I finally found a great school that offers everything that I want that is only a forty five minute to an hour commute. Back earlier in the year, I scheduled a meeting with my guidance counselor to talk about my opportunities and my necessary credentials to apply for the school. I had to submit my application with an essay, contact my previous college in Japan in order to have my transcripts sent over (which for four transcripts cost me about $16), Contact my professor to have a recommendation letter written to be sent to the new school AND I had to get my transcript evaluated, which turned out great, because I learned that I had an equivalent to 3.8 GPA. So much to do in so little time. A lot of panicking happened. One trip all the way down to Marin happened. Hyperventilation took its place as a routine. A lot of doubt and worry that I didn't get it.
But after all of the Applications, panic attacks, and international mailing, A month and a couple of days later, I finally got fully accepted into this wonderful school as of yesterday! And to make the icing and strawberries on top of the cake, today, I received a call from my counselor, where he gives me the great news that I got a $10,000 scholarship! How amazing is that?
Of course, I had to wait to call my mother, since she's visiting Japan and our time differences are just WAY out of whack, so I did so on my second break, and was she completely thrilled or what? She kept repeating "Thank God you didn't turn out like me" and "Thank God you're good at school". I wasn't sure how to word it to my grandfather, so my mother, I'm sure told him all about it after we got off of the phone, and I'm very sure he's quite enthusiastic about the fact. It will save him a lot of money, but he is quite the supportive grandfather, and I couldn't have asked for anyone better to be just that.
Now the day would've been complete if I hadn't had to go back to work after that magical one hour lunch. But, I can't have everything that I want in life just happen, due to the face that the universe DOESN'T revolve around me - no matter how much it seems that way. I did have to return unfortunately, since I was the closing shift, they needed me, and of course, Lily ALWAYS comes to the rescue (Here I go with the ego thing again). The closing shift wasn't too bad today, and we both got to leave around a half an hour after locking our doors.
Though, because during the day, we weren't TOO busy, I had a lot of time to think. Letting everything that happened during lunch sink in. I was also contemplating over the fact that I work forty hours this week. I also came realize then that I work every day since yesterday until next Wednesday! That is nine days straight of work! Wow, what a busy week. Slightly bummed out that I don't have much time to spend with my lovely girlfriend, but at the same time relieved that I'm going to have enough money to do my cosplay AND buy my purse.
But then, in the end what makes my day and my life better is the wonderful support system I have waiting at home for me: Duckie, the love of my life
And our baby, Moose
Duckie and I have been together for four years. And What a rocky four years has it been, but I swear to God, we can make it through everything. And my baby Moose. She's started to do this thing where she comes up to the door when she sees us come home. Like Today, when pulling up into our parking spot, I look up to see Moose, sitting on the spiral staircase, peeking out of the window to make sure we're home. Then we see her trudge down the stairs, and we come up to open the door to see her waiting for us. Yes, she is a fat cat - about 13lbs. Seven years old, and spoiled to death. I live for days like these. Things are beginning to look great!
I hope whoever is reading my blog had a great week!
// 9:05 AM
The thin line between want and need.
Yes, it is 8:00AM and I am posting yet another blog. I work in retail, and I LOVE where I work. Though, it's quite difficult selling the cutest bags in the world, I somehow manage every week with a full paycheck. And let me tell you, do we get a great discount or what?
Anyways, I haven't gotten myself a new bag since I started working there almost a year ago, November. And I've been DYING for a brand new bag. I was originally supposed to get one for a birthday present from my mother back in early June, however, the bags that I wanted were on Back Order. So, I gave up on that particular bag, and decided that I'd wait it out to see what other bags would catch my eyes, because I know they eventually will.
That was probably the best decision that I've made in a long time. In August, they are coming out with a new ocelot print Maggie bag. The style is something like this:
So, I've been saving my money in order to get a Maggie for the last week. And I'm very excited to say that I am doing a very very good job at being a good girl and not splurging on something, so I'm kicking my butt later when I really really really want something.
Now, with that I'm in need of a new phone as well. Why? because my lovely LG Xenon phone
That is having unfortunate leaking problems from the screen. Now I'm not sure how much of a health hazard that is, but it's the only phone that I have. The phone that I'm looking for that I really want is a Japanese phone. But how much are unlocked Japanese phones costing? Anywhere form $400 ~ $1700. Yes. And the particular phone that I want, I can't find anywhere.
Which, Katie totally thinks I should.
// 12:09 AM
New training to begin.
Now, honestly, I need to start posting more often. I was looking at some people's blogs, and does my blog look overly pathetic or what? Well, let's see. It's almost midnight, I have work in exactly twelve hours and I am currently awake because I am COMPLETELY excited about the new Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows trailer that came out yesterday.
If my fellow readers are Harry Potter fans and have yet to seen it, well, I pretty much don't consider you one. No, just kidding. Here is a link for you poor, unfortunate, deprived, BROKEN souls. (To anyone who got that, I give you all kudos, and a side of brownies). New Trailer
Alright, now, let me tell you this story of why this particular series is special to me in every way possible:
I moved to America in 1997 at the age of seven from Tokyo, Japan. I had little to no background in the English language. I skipped second grade (and by skipped, I mean I attended the last ten days of second grade, and my teacher let me go onto third grade), and struggled to learn English. Every night, with my parents, I stuttered through every word, syllable and letter of a ten paged book for hours upon hours. My home work sessions, generally ended in me going to bed with my head down with tears streaming down my face. My English slowly improved throughout the next couple of years, however, I detested reading. Everything about it just made me tear up in both fear and anger...
Until one day, I stumbled upon a book called Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I gave it a shot... And Wow-Wee! I couldn't put it down. I read and re-read all of the books. My sixth grade crush even got involved and we competed to see who would finish reading all four books (at the times) first. Of course I won.
Now, with these characters, every single one, I developed. I grew up with them. They were, what you say a support group that got me through the darkest of times, and since then, I've enjoyed reading. Every single characters in these books, you love to love and you love to hate. Everything made you feel magical, something you won't ever feel in anything else. Now, after growing up with the characters, and having fond memories of books and movie premiers, it is hard and heart breaking having to say goodbye to the franchise. So, upon watching the trailer with my Duckie (Girlfriend), I cried. Yes, I cried. I cried like I've never cried before.
Then, we realized that the movie is going to be playing in five months. Now, my best friend, Kava, and I (friends for too long to even remember), became friends back in middle school BECAUSE of Harry Potter. And we had a wonderful tradition of going to the midnight premiers of almost every Harry Potter event since we've been friends until we got separated due to educational purposes. Now, to celebrate this epic finale of the phenomenon that drove children for over a decade, my bestest friend in the entire universe is coming down to visit me in November in order to see the installment in the IMAX theater in San Francisco. Exciting? Yes, it is. Now, we ALWAYS, ALWAYS DRESS UP. Like so:
(Yes, that was from like fifty years ago when the last book came out. I was LAV-LAV and she was Hermione). That's when I realized *GASP* OH NO. I NEED TO FIND AN EPIIIIIIC COSTUME TO WEAR THIS YEAR. Mainly because it's the last one. No, I didn't want to be Hermione, AGAIN. Not Lav Lav, AGAIN. And besides the movies came out and NO ONE would get my costume. And I sat there thinking through creatures:
HOUSE ELF - I'm the perfect height : DECLINED.
GOBLIN - I won't have to do much to my face... and perfect height : Uh... I don't think so.
LEE JORDAN - He's black! : Uhm... Not gonna grow dreadlocks.
BLAZE ZABINI - He's black too. But... he's so pretty... and tall : Nah...
What could I be that NO ONE would be? Something that would leave an impression in those fan's minds?
Then, I got the PERFECT idea as to what/who I would cosplay as. Now, I won't tell you, what exactly I will be, but I will tell you this...I'm completely excited to say that I will be wearing these:
to the premiere. Yes, those are Pointe Tap shoes. Sansha's T-perina Pointe/Tap shoes to be exact. Yes, aren't they just the most ADORABLE things? NOW, I haven't danced ballet in over a decade (wow, I'm old) and I've NEVER danced Tap before. But what am I going to do for the next five months....?
Learn to become a Tapperina.
How? Youtube. Now, I don't need to be a PROFESSIONAL dancer, I just have to be able to show off at the premiere. So I'm going to look up dance basics on Youtube, and retrain myself to become a ballerina and ATTEMPT to master the basics of tap dancing.
//6/19/10 7:24 AM
How do I start a blog such as this? I never know what I want to include in the "official" first post of a blog. I know what I want to say in every other part, but the starting off part is what gets me stuck, and usually ends up in me closing the page and getting back to my stumbling. Now that I've had my whole rant there, let me introduce myself:
My name is Lily. I am currently
Now, since I've been here (September '09), a lot of things have happened to me and I've grown up a little. To the point that trying new things are actually fun for me. Though, really, I've always had the odd tendency to just say to myself that I don't like certain things in my life until, of course, I am proven horribly wrong. Some new things that I've tried since moving here:
Driving, touching a sting ray, riding an elephant, eating sea salt chocolate covered caramels, having cream cheese, having sour cream, eating Mexican food and the list goes on and on.
But the biggest thing that I've slowly come to a realization is that I LOVE TO COOK. So here, not only will I attempt to solve my identity crisis, but will also be sharing with you, my cooking skills (which, I am still at a beginner stage). Thank you for reading, and don't forget to follow me!