Self-control
The way I spend money is frightening. Let’s take an assessment of the past two weeks, since classes ended May 11.
Earnings:
*Work +30 (I did get some free food out of this job.)
*Selling textbooks +120 (Amazon steals so much, otherwise this would be +170.)
*Misc. +50 (to be received, not yet in the pocket)
Spendings:
*Food -50 (Dining halls closed, but honestly, I had no meals left anyway.)
*Haircut -50 (But I hadn’t gotten one for 5 months!)
*Furniture -100 (Arguably necessary?)
*LSAT books -125 (Arguably necessary?)
*Bartending class -200 (…I admit this one was totally unnecessary.)
GRAND TOTAL: -325
This doesn’t include the rent paid for June, nor the grant money I will receive in June. Still, this is scary shit. I’m glad I’ve skipped out on the past three movies, five eat-outs, two shopping trips, paintballing, and who knows what else…
ALL I GOTTA DO IS WORKWORKWORK NO MATTER WHAT.
Summer Goals
Found this very impressive blog by a UC Berkeley grad, and she makes a list of yearly goals (like learning 4 languages and programming mobile apps with Python, nbd).
[In case you’re interested: http://nanxiliu.wordpress.com/]
It seems like a good idea, especially in the spirit of online accountability, so here we go for summer goals:
> Reading
* Bible: Old Testament, (New Testament)
* C.S. Lewis books
* A Song of Ice and Fire: A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, A Dance with Dragons
* LOTR Trilogy
* Classics: Emma, Mansfield Park, (Top 100 List)
* Dostoevsky’s Great Short Stories
* Hunchback of Notre Dame
* Les Miserables
> Movies
* LOTR
* Star Wars 6, 1, 2, 3
* Monty Python and the Holy Grail
> TV
* Game of Thrones 1, 2
* 红楼梦
> Other
* Take a bartending class, (get a bartending job?)
* Sell all extra iphone cases
* Learn basic photography skills
* Learn Adobe Premiere Pro very well
* (Pick up basic guitar?)
Body Image
D’aww.
(Source: southernnbelleatheart)
Sailor Moon [cheese log]
Such a huge part of my childhood. Maybe even the first thing I learned to draw…the spaghetti hair, the buns, the big bow right on her chest. Even back then, I thought Sailor Moon was pretty dumb. I liked Sailor Mercury for her brains, but she was too boring. Every time my friends and I role-played, I always wanted to be Sailor Mars because she was the Asian one; I kind of just ignored the fact that she was so mean all the time. (My excuse - “She has a tragic past!”) Plus, the star-crossed lover thing with Tuxedo Mask obviously had some appeal. (Sailor Mercury’s younger brother was always Tuxedo Mask in our role-plays. Talk about awkward.)
I think I was in high school when I hit the sudden epiphany that they were ALL JAPANESE. (What?!) Westernized cultural perspective much? (Jesus wasn’t white either, people!)
P.S. Poor Sailor Pluto. Her character was weird anyway.
Boy-friends [cheese log]
My childhood best friend used to say her memory was like cheese — full of holes. I always laughed at her for writing everything down. Now I have to-do lists on multiple platforms and find myself forgetting years’ worth of memories. Sad life. The obvious solution — start writing them down.
[cheese log #1]
One was a dork and one was an asshole, but they really became my best friends when I moved to China. How many hours did we sink playing chess or talking about their tangled love lives in some lolzy cafe? How many hours getting dinner at the 4 kuai noodle place around the corner, gossiping about people and speculating about the future? Our senior trip to Inner Mongolia seems so surreal now. Did we really ride camels and get jipped for a prairie run? Did we really find a free KTV at 2 AM and spend 3 hours singing sappy Taiwanese songs?
Looking back, people had us pinned as the weird group, but we didn’t realize and we didn’t care. When your respect for someone is that high, you don’t really give a damn what other people think about them, and I admired them that much.
College moves so fast - so many groups, so many people, always just catching up, catching up, catching up. Instead of all your time, a couple of best friends, and endless excitement for all the stupid things you’re going to do together.
