Senioritis.

Two papers due tomorrow. I should start.

Or.

I could mosey on over to Tumblr. It’s been awhile.

Sorry for neglecting you, sweet Tumblr. I’ve been distracted by Reddit, Pinterest, Diablo III, and most recently, Quora. 

But you will always be my favorite distraction. Since freshman year baby <3

6am. Painty painty 😘❤❤ (Taken with instagram)

6am. Painty painty 😘❤❤ (Taken with instagram)

This morning my phone met its demise,
In a watery grave - the washing machine.
Another reminder of how fickle is life
And of why I can’t have nice things. 

Sunkiss (Taken with instagram)

Sunkiss (Taken with instagram)

Ramble

When I was younger I was really interested in advertising and PR. Then I went to college and began studying economics and watched Wall-E, and I decided it wasn’t for me. I loftily explained to my dad that I was above contributing to the mindless consumerism of our modern time. People don’t need more stuff, they don’t need gadgets to make their lives easier, they don’t need new clothes for each fleeting (and recycled) fashion trend.

New, more, better. Why can’t we just be happy with what we have?

But a few things have caused me to reconsider, the most overwhelming factor is the fear of being unemployed and moving in with my parents for the rest of my life.

And I thought, hey wait, there were groups who once who lived with the land, respected it, all that heart-warming environmental fuzziness and etc… The Native Americans. Actually that’s a rather presumptuous and ignorant observation, considering that most of my understanding about those cultures comes from Disney’s Pocahontas.

Of course there’s a relatively limited amount of resources documenting the life and times of the Native Americans back then, because from what I understand they didn’t have a written history, and they got fucked.

In the most unpleasant sense of the word.

This isn’t an argument that consumerism is a necessity for a people’s survival. I’m not trying to argue anything for the moment. Just some thoughts that have been floating in my head lately. 

Last night I had a dream where my dad told me that my grandpa and Mariah Carey used to be lovers back when they were in college.

What the fuck?

I’m ze winner!

The Economist posted a Facebook status about giving away free tickets to their Ideas Economy: Innovation Convention in Berkley. I was one of the first 10 people to respond with an email, so I got a free ticket! Apparently a ticket would cost $1,795 (!), but now I get to go listen to a bunch of interesting speakers without paying that ridiculous price. And it’s kind of like winning $1,795… Hooray!

Looks like I shall be having a very educational spring break. I must bring a notebook and pen and take lots of notes. Goodness, what do you wear to one of these things?

a love poem by nancy yi

you are my cuddle bear,
my scruffy muffin pants.
let’s do the naked dance
tonight.

first you take your peen,
and stick it in my vageen.
we make an awesome team,
high five!