currently listening to: "our swords" - band of horses
another year has gone by, and after bidding goodbye to 2005, what have i done to kick off 2006? sit on my ass as one incredibly lazy mofo. i've been most unproductive lately, but no surprise there. i've thought about things that i could or should be doing, like learning new programs to get ahead like indesign or flash, and giving myself other creative outlets through re-designing websites (this one in particular), or designing covers for my mix cds. i've thought about all of these things, and yet i can't get myself to do any of it. i've grown too accustomed to not doing anything. uh yes, it certainly feels and looks as bad as it sounds. but i kind of, sort of, and probably really don't care either. it's winter break, and i haven't got a single clever thought in my head. my mind is mush, and so the only wise words that i can offer you from my many exciting adventures of being glued to the couch is that project runway is one damn addicting show. if you haven't seen the first season, then at least watch this one. it makes me wish i could sew, but then i realize that all i can do is crochet one single pattern and produce what vague memories of knitting i have. my efforts towards any craftiness have rendered useless with more unfinished scarves and bags than finished products serving as proof. bah humbug. i think i might have a short attention span. maybe.
i've made no resolutions for this year, and i didn't watch dick clark rock out with his rockin' new years eve in times square annual special, either. i have two theories about dick clark: 1. the man is probably kept frozen alive throughout the entire year and is only allowed one day of freedom on new years eve to host the rockin' new years eve show. 2. he's a robot. to further argue theory #1, they (they being the organization of new years eve planning freaks, or just the folks at ABC) probably begin dick clark's ice casket melting on christmas to give them enough time to prep for the show. as for theory #2, dick clark is probably a robot because when they say his health is failing, it's probably a euphemism for, "he's malfunctioning." my only qualms with show regards the future of it. who will replace dick clark when he suddenly stops hosting the show? my senses say ryan seacrest. *edit: yes lily, i say this every year, but it's because he really is resurrected, EVERY YEAR.*
in other embarrassing news, i've been burping a lot lately. i've been burping so much that my mom thinks i may have stomach problems and that i should go get it checked out by a doctor. i'm aware it's extremely unladylike, and it isn't the most comforting to me either, but i sort of find it entertaining that it bothers my mom so much. in an earlier conversation, she scolded me for my loud burp.
mom: "what if you burp like that in a restaurant!? everyone will stop eating and turn to look and laugh at you!" me: "well, if they laughed at me, then i'd just laugh with them. and i would say to them, 'well, at least it didn't come out the other way.'"
shaking her head, she muttered in cantonese, "chee-sin!" (translation: crazy.) at least i always excuse myself. i think that's worthy enough of at least some brownie points.
have i mentioned how many more weeks i have left of my break? i have until january 25th, and i've made plans to take a vacation. by next thursday, i will be in the southern tip of california for five days. i'll be in the land of surfers and the current home of my boyfriend. and because i could never be as eloquent nor as articulate to write everything there is to say, here is a song that says it all. happy birthday sameeran!
