Friday, December 31, 2010

There are 2 hours and 22 more minutes until we ring in the new year in Los Angeles. Being a misanthropic mole person, I haven't properly rung in new years for god knows how long. I abhor being in a claustrophobia-inducing crowd of rambunctious drunken people. I don't think I've stayed awake to count down to new years since the year 2000, when there was a big hoopla about some Y2K bug. This year, I'll probably stay awake long enough to ring in the new year and make a few new year resolutions.

  1. Maintain good grades and get on the Dean's List for the Spring 2011 and Fall 2011 semester.

  2. Be able to run 5 miles consecutively by the end of summer/be able to run 1.5 miles in less than 13 minutes.

  3. Take pictures and blog more often.

  4. Keep in touch with high school friends and other USC friends.

  5. Learn how to play guitar.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

How To Be A 20-Something

How To Be A 20-Something:
Be really attractive. Your acne is gone, your face has matured without having wrinkles and everything on your body is lifted naturally. Eat bagels seven days a week, binge-drink and do drugs: you’ll still look like a babe. When you turn thirty, it’ll become a different story but that’s, like, not for a really long time.

Reestablish a relationship with your parents. You don’t live with them anymore (hopefully) so start to appreciate them as human beings with thoughts, flaws and feelings rather than soulless life ruiners who won’t let you borrow their car.

Go from eating delicious food at your parents’ house to eating Ragu tomato sauce over Barilla noodles. Develop an eating disorder to save money.

Move into an apartment on the corner of Overpriced and Dangerous. Sleep on a bare mattress with an Ikea comforter. Your mother talks to you about buying a top sheet and a duvet cover but feel like you’re not mature enough to own something called “duvet.”

Read the New York Times piece, “What Is It About 20-Somethings?” Feel exposed and humiliated. Share it on your Facebook with the caption: “Um….” Your friends will comment “Too real” and that will be the end of that.

Work at a coffee shop but feel hopeful about your career in advertising, writing, whatever. Remember that you’re young and that the world is your oyster. Everything is possible, you still have so much to see and hear. You went to a good school and did good things. Figure if you’re not going to be successful, who the hell is?

Date people who you know you’ll never be able to love. See someone for three months for no other reason than because it’s winter and you want to keep warm by holding another body. Date a Republican just so you can say you dated a Republican.

Eventually all these nobodies will make you crave a somebody. Have a real relationship with someone. Go on vacations together, exchange house keys, cry in their arms after a demoralizing day at work. Think about marrying them and maybe even get engaged. Regardless of the outcome, feel proud of yourself for being able to love someone in a healthy way.

Start your twenties with a lot of friends and leave with a few good ones. What happened? People faded away into their careers and relationships. Fights were had and never resolved. Shit happens.

Think of yourself at twenty and hanging out with people who didn’t mean a thing to you. Think about writing papers, about being promiscuous, about trying new things. Think of yourself now and your face looking different and your body feeling different and how everything is just different.

Form the habits that will stick with you forever. Drink your coffee with two sugars and skim milk every morning. Buy a magazine every Friday. Enjoy spending money on candles, smoke pot on Saturdays, watch the television before bed.

Move into a bigger apartment on the corner of Mature and Gentrification and finally buy a duvet cover. Limit your drug-use. If you find yourself unable to do so, start to wonder if you have a problem.

Have your parents come to your place for Christmas. Set the table, make the ham, wear a sophisticated outfit, This will all mean so much at the time.

Think about having children when you stop acting like a child. This may not ever happen.

Maybe this is assuming too much. Maybe this is generalizing. Maybe society uses age as an unrealistic marker for growth. Maybe. Still feel the anxiety on your 30th birthday and think to yourself, “Oh shit, I’m no longer a 20-something.”

Interesting. Ten years ago, I was in Walnut eating strawberry popsicles and obsessing over Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. Today, I am living in Los Angeles eating lavender macaron and cramming for final exams. In ten years, who knows?

The destination isn't as important as the journey anyways.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Look What I Got for Christmas

I got the most adorable dolphin-pillow. His name is Adri...


We couldn't get tickets to watch the Lakeshow (because it would cost a fortune). Instead, we got tickets to watch the Blake Griffin show in a VIP suite (which cost the same as a Lakers nosebleed ticket). The Clippers were shooting like crap all night and the Magic couldn't make free throws to save their life. But Blake Griffin had some pretty spectacular plays and I was really excited to be at my first live basketball game at the Staples Center!

Friday, December 10, 2010

One Year Anniversary

The Boy and I celebrated our one year anniversary with a TON of roses and dinner at Cheval Blanc in Old Town Pasadena. The Boy took note of how much I like French food and made a reservation here. The service at this elegant little restaurant was impeccable, the duck confit I ordered was splendid, and the Grand Marnier souffle was almost heaven on earth. The only problem was that all of the patrons at Cheval Blanc fit into the 40+ years old category, making the Boy and I, at age 20, the youngest customers of the night.

It's strange to think that it has been one year. Honestly, I've never had a relationship last that long before I got bored or the other half got bored. But every time I want to call it quits in this relationship, I can't bring myself to do so. The Boy is too good to me. I've never had any other boy treat me as well as he does.

So I'll just have to wait and see how this one pans out.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

December 1st

December 1st.

It's a magical day for pre-dental students who are applying to dental school. It's the first day that they will know whether or not they have been accepted into dental school. The USC Dental School Admission officers came to our general meeting tonight to personally hand out acceptance letters.

Somehow, I feel like my main concern is not whether I will get into dental school or not. My main problem is whether I should apply to dental school. Unlike many others, I don't have relatives in the industry. When I graduate, I won't have an associate position or partnership waiting for me. It's going to be a long uphill climb to pay off dental school debt.

If I go to medical school, life will be a lot easier after I graduate. The hardest part will be the process of getting in to medical school and getting through medical school.

What a dilemma...