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The upside of hurricanes

So unless you live several feet beneath the earth under a teetering pile of heavy rocks (to which I say, I’m sorry and you better GET THE HECK OUT OF THERE!) or haven’t encountered any form of media or other human beings in the past 48 hours, here is your delayed newsflash (although if you’re reading this blog over checking the news or looking outside your window, you need to reset your priorities): there was a hurricane this weekend. You’re welcome.

Not only was there a hurricane, but it was apparently supposed to bring the apocalypse along with it. Fun!!! Or at least that’s what you’d think from all the coverage this Irene character had been getting. I’ll be settling down with a good book to read by candlelight once this hullabaloo has passed.. IF I LIVE.

My parents were supposed to get on a flight to Korea last night, but it got delayed until Wednesday. My dad’s taking his sabbatical for 10 months over there, doing research with companies, teaching at the university, and generally embracing his full-fledged nerdiness. My mom is going for a couple of weeks to help him move in and make sure that his apartment is stocked with more than just ramen packets and peanut butter (left to his own defenses, my dad would have the eating standards of a college frat boy).

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THE BIG DAY IS UPON US

Barnes & Noble has FREE WI-FI NOW?! AND offers red velvet cupcakes at select locations?!? If it’s trying to become my new favorite place in the entire universe, it’s clearly working. The last time I came here often was in high school when it was the ultimate HOTSPOT for afterschool study sessions. Like, it was pretty much the only place where large groups of us could meet up and get dropped off without our parents disapproving. (Leave it to Asians to claim a quiet space filled with books as their main social grounds.) Many an unproductive evening was spent browsing the magazine rack and selecting about 5 to take up with me as a prelude to actual studying, snuggling up in one of those ridiculously comfortable sofas that would literally mold itself to accommodate my body, flipping through my glossy selections while chattering away with whomever was around me, and finally opening my backpack, grabbing a textbook and attempting to cram some information in my reluctant brain 30 minutes before store closing. Good times. I distinctly remember coming up the escalator one night to see half my Biology class sprawled out on the floor next to the bookshelves because all the other tables were occupied and doing last-minute studying for our exam the next day. So of course I flopped stomach-first on to the ground and joined them – if you’re gonna go down, might as well have fun doing it, amirite? (This life motto might need some modification later.)

I got the best sleep all summer last night because I had stayed up for approximately 48 hours before I hit the sack, definitely the longest I’ve been awake since school with its exhausting all-nighters ended in May. I was up until 6 a.m. sitting in my kitchen blasting my girly pop radio station on Pandora, eyeing (but successfully resisting!!!) the ice cream mix my dad bought and placed in my direct line of vision, and getting hand cramps from the 220 seating cards I was attempting to write my sister’s wedding guests’ names on in “calligraphy.” Which basically meant the first Google image of ‘calligraphy alphabet’ as my guide and an inky pen that took forever and a year to assemble. No joke, there is nothing quite so frustrating as directions that insist on using names that don’t make sense to you – like, “Place converter into nib section. Immerse whole nib. Pull plunger out slowly. Replace barrel.” Um.. WHAT?! (rage ensues) Why can’t they just say ‘Take the clear thingy that looks like a cross between a bike pump and a pogo stick and squeeze it into the pointy end until black stuff that looks like you might be able to scribble on a paper with drips out accordingly.’ See, isn’t that better? I should be a professional instructor. Payment in the form of frosted pastries, obvi.

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Stuffing for my mind

Do you like my (transparent) attempt at a holiday-appropriate title? It took me a whole two minutes to think of! Trying to be creative is clearly not for the post-buffet, tryptophan-addled mind.

I kind of love being home. I don’t really know what about it is so pleasant but whenever I come back, it really seems like I never left and that’s always a nice, calming feeling that I don’t think I’ll tire of. The familiarity of my neighborhood, the three hefty meals and multiple in-between snacks that I can expect from my master chef of a grandma (even away from college, the weight gain’s relentless), the inside jokes and instinctive comfort I find in my high school friends, even the predictability of the perennial arguments I will always get into with my parents but know that we will disregard a few hours later due to our shared inability to stay angry past dinnertime.

The past few days have been pleasantly low-key; went into the city for an interview and had my first Chipotle burrito in all its south-of-the-border deliciousness, caught up with everyone at the annual high school football game (which yes, I came during the fourth quarter of), had an extended Lee family & Co. gathering at my house complete with an interesting fusion of Korean food and traditional Thanksgiving dishes, and went through a slew of failed Black Friday plans due to my aversion to finishing schoolwork, instead spending the day in front of my laptop with a fleece blanket wrapped around me and grabbing anything edible within arm’s reach, much to my sister’s protests.

Various comments to me from my sister throughout the day:

“I can’t believe you just ate that entire bag of shrimp crackers.”

“STOP EATING THE PUMPKIN PIE.”

“Did you seriously eat that whole thing?”

“Put. The Spoon. Down.”

“Two words, Hoyoon! Self control.”

And my personal favorite:

“Oooohhh, piggy piggy piggy.”

Jess and I have some grand plans for today to make up for the utter slothfulness that was Friday, so hopefully will have fun stories and a barrage of photos to share later. I realized I have 3 1/2 papers due when I get back, none of which have crossed my mind this break until about five minutes ago. Perhaps I should attempt to remedy this situation, maybe type a few introductory sentences or at least a heading before I go out for the night, but highly, highly doubt I will follow through with this momentary contemplation.

Indeed, the thought has passed. Heading downstairs with the cousin to watch Science of Sleep and feast on Thanksgiving leftovers. We are truly unstoppable.

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More bounce (in california)

Back from my week-long family trip cruising through the West Coast, jam-packed with stops at Los Angeles, San Francisco, San Jose and San Diego. Lots of stuff to write about, not so much time. Woe is my life. For my own sake, a quick recap: adorable animals at San Diego Zoo, namely the panda bears which we could not pry ourselves away from even though they exhibited minimal movement; lots of food (finally consumed the greatness that is an In-n-Out burger); concluding that my camera-whoring tendencies are hereditary; treating our GPS as a sixth family member with replies and words of praise or disparagement to its commands; unsettlingly good weather; beautiful views (Golden Gate Bridge, the sight of which promptly triggered me and my sister to burst into our first-rate, albeit slightly shrill, rendition of the “Full House” theme song); discovering my animal counterpart in the elephant seal, quite possibly the laziest creature I have ever had the amusement of watching; too much Lee ladies shopping at outdoor malls; and falling asleep to the oddly enchanting Olympics music every night.

All in all, despite the lack of relaxation with waking up early and visiting a million places in a mere 6 days, the trip was absolutely wonderful and I came out enlightened of the West Coast lifestyle and with a renewed, overwhelming love for my family who I give unending kudos to for putting up with my bouts of brattiness and ingratitude. (Props to my friends too but you guys can drop me at whim – family’s pretty much stuck with me for the rest of my life. That means you Unnie, in case you kept good on your word and found this. I deleted all the trash-talking entries about you, by the way. Kidding kidding, this is really only my third entry. Damn my sluggish writing pace. I love you!)

Anyway, I’m really sad Shawn missed out on another gold medal tonight because I think she is the cutest thing to ever walk on two extremely toned, downright brawny legs. Although I was secretly pleased that she finally placed higher than Nastia. Nahhhstttiiiaaa. My sister and I like to say her name and draw it out in an obnoxiously nasal tone when we hear it on TV. Why her parents chose to shorten Anastasia to a nickname sounding awfully similar to an adjective that evokes revulsion is beyond us.

Oops, got to go before trouble for my tardiness ensues. School in a week. Ugh/Hooray!

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