currently listening to: "let's get out of this country" - camera obscura
last saturday i went to a red egg and ginger party held in a restaurant in downtown san francisco. there i was met with a family reunion of long forgotten relatives, extremely extended family members, and people who are somehow my aunt/uncle/grandma/grandpa though not related by blood. they patted my shoulders, patted my head, and told me i looked like my dad. and all of these people were people whose names and faces i forgot and will probably never remember. i think it's a trend that all chinese women who reach the age of 45 to turn their hair into short perms and for men to dab a bit of gel to help keep their comb over in place. it's the thing to do, and when i'm 45, i'll probably do the same. i ain't going to be hip forever. hello, mommy perms! such is the fate of my middle age years. my dad has hit this mid-life crisis hard and is now attempting to salvage whatever he has left of his hair with whatever product he can get his hands on.
his hair product of the moment is now "big sexy hair."
dad: "hey amy, daddy use the hair gel, is it good?" me: "umm, it looks okay, i guess." (i didn't actually notice anything.) dad: "daddy use the big sexy hair! it's very good!"
at the ginger party, my computer/tech-saavy uncle forced an ultimatum upon my cousins and i. it seems that he has been obsessed with this season's american idol and demanded our efforts to help vote for his favorite contestant. i laughed when he proposed these favors. he stared at me blankly and firmly said, "this is not funny, amy. this is serious. she is my idol." he then proceeded to bribe us to help increase votes, telling us that he would take us all out to eat. i started laughing again, but my smile quickly turned straight when my uncle shot another angry glare of his seriousness about american idol. this is american idol. clearly, this is serious business, and besides, i wouldn't mind a free dinner either.
i am out for summer vacation in a one week and a half. until then i will be giving all my money and empty ink cartridges away to staples in exchange for more ink cartridges. my portfolio for the BFA program review is due may 22nd. i will do my good luck dance, cross my fingers, and think happy thoughts like in peter pan (only i'm not actually thinking happy thoughts to make me fly, but i maybe i should think about that too). i really hope my lack of sleep and recent development OCD will pay off. even when summer is over, my life will still be revolving around design. i will be in seattle for design week this july, and i am so excited.
several things this week have made me want to crawl into a hole and die, but today was better. it was warm and humid so i wore a dress and may have looked like a librarian/elementary school teacher, but i like my dress.
