In the red and black

Shades of half and half, really. Also, yes, that is me holding the chopped off portion of my head. Now to mail it! Change is nice for once.

Chop chop

I am going to donate my hair to Locks of Love in ten hours. I feel like a good person already. Someone give me a medal. Or not. I really hope I have hair long enough. I'm sick of how much shampoo I'm using and how long it takes to dry even in the summer. Bah. Good riddance hair, I hope you find a new head to sit upon.

Pirates 3 can suck it. Three hours of my life, gone. Stupid ending. I go to the movies to escape from reality and when it comes to Disney, I expect a sappy-happy ending instead of that poorly put together one. I was gypped of my ten dollars. And that is a serious WTF. Ten years ago, and this is a sad fact to admit, tickets were only 5 bucks. Not to mention gasoline was a buck something.

Stupid war. Stupid economy. You drive up everything up while driving us down.

Someday's dreamer

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Some a whisper, some unspoken. Bittersweet nonetheless. Some said in denial, some said in tears. It'll happen anyways. Sometimes it feels like I'm lying when I say I'll see them later. I do want to live up to these promises made in such haste, but who knows? Who knows which countries we'll end up in, which state, or which city? I almost wish we could all spend just a little bit more time in this insulated world we call college and then just say goodbye with a bang instead of the slow moving train it's been.

See you soon? I really hope so.

Backwards

Who thinks in Japanese in the middle of their Portuguese oral exam? Apparently, I do. But then again, I used to think in Spanish while learning Japanese. So this shouldn't be new. However, what a blow to my final grade.

I've been homesick for a place I've never called home. Today, I sighed longingly for a rainy day in Saigon more times than I should have. The sound of rain on tin or plastic roofs amidst the so-called terrible humidity. It's a throwback to simplicity.

I have a paper due in two days that basically makes or breaks my college career. Due to that, I've almost forgotten how to eat and sleep correctly. Christ alive.

shit shit shit.

Nothing's constant. Or easy.

High Towers

I want to spend the next five years of my life wandering from one country to the next, one continent to the next, one odd job to the next. Let's start with Japan where I'll teach English to rich, arrogant kids; and maybe I'll hop over to Vietnam and work with the blind. I'll be a cigarette vendor in Germany and become nocturnal so that you will always know me as the little Asian girl outside Club Guten Tag. During all this time, I will live off ramen but learn to create incredibly amazing meals with them. I suppose at this point, it's off to a Scandinavian country where I'll work for a contraceptive company because the Swedes are apparently so much more open about youth sexuality. I'll open up a ramen hut while at it. "Delicacies of the Far East" is what we'll scribble on the menu and we'll play Japanese pop songs that I've amassed from my year there. Portugal, next? So I can practice my one college year worth of Portuguese. Six months there, then off to Mozambique to be an interpreter.

Sweet endeavors indeed. Even wild. And just a tad optimistic and over the top. Better yet, won't you come live with me in some town we'll learn to curse and we will smoke cigarettes on our fire escape/balcony while making fun of day time television? The secured life has always frightened me and my temporary roots.