oh, my little eumin

HAHAHAHA

I haven’t checked the Clarion Ledger (the Jackson/metro paper) website in weeks… but while I was writing my take home (I finally started writing it) I decided to check it on a whim.  (By the way, if you get a chance, you should check out Marshall Ramsey’s political cartoons.  That man is a hoot.  (I met him in high school.  Great guy.)  He was nominated I believe twice for the Pulitzer Prize.)

I saw an article at the top about summer jobs for teens and how hard it is to find them, and my interest piqued, I ctrl+clicked it. I scrolled down to see what else there was… and SUDDENLY EUMIN’S NAME POPS UP.

WHAT?!

I clicked on the link/picture (same article) and my little sister is the opening and ending quoted teen.  She sounds so mature.  OHHH HOW PROUD I AM OF MY LITTLE SISTER.

“Job hunt tough this summer” – Eumin Lee won’t be one of the thousands of teens pounding the streets this summer looking for a job.

She’s all grown up.

isn’t it funny

that i’m insanely drawn to write an entry once i open a word document to start on a paper? Once I turn in my papers and go on with life (and things are generally not that busy and I could afford to spend a lot of time blogging) I don’t post. I suppose that’s how things are.

Where did all the time go?

I’m only slightly worried about Tuesday… Tomorrow night, everything will explode and I’m going to freak out. But until then… slowly slowly.

Julia’s gtalk status: one step at a time

Things seem a little blurrier today.

P.S.  Yesterday, until dinnertime, I was in an insanely bad mood.  Everything pissed me off.  EVERYTHING.  No one was at fault, yet if they just looked at me–or didn’t–I got all het up and frustrated.  For 15 minutes I was enjoying the sun and filming for Korean class… and then suddenly I got so pissed.  There were all these people who were listening to this student band in Whitman courtyard.  HOW DARE THEY.  HOW DARE THEY BE HAPPY AND HAVE FUN DURING READING PERIOD.  HOW DARE THEY ENJOY LIFE.  HOW DARE THEY WHILE I WAS PISSED FOR NO REASON.

I was all PB382775910267T4093842651@!^@$##&@^HT4QTHUI4326%@*&@% and rushed to Korean class with a crapload of books from my JP to return.  I got in late and 서 선생님 said, “Oh, you look tired,” and I replied shortly, “Yes, I’m tired.”  She sort of took a step back–”Sumin, why are you so scary today?”

Suddenly in the middle of class while I was simmering, I heard my dad’s voice cut in through my brain.  “Who are you to be all self-righteous and angry?” in Korean.  I suddenly calmed down and laughed a little to myself.  Who do I think I am?  Seriously.

But my bad mood lingered until we went to Matt’s house.  Then my mood sort of… unraveled and I felt much better.  You know, people say that it makes it worse to have to put up a facade, and you know, it is unhealthy to live hypocritcally… but I find that if I put on a smile and say hello, sometimes my bad mood dissipates.  Not always, but yesterday it finally went away.

While I was in the car Appa called, and he sounded so… tired.  He said, “I heard you were in a bad mood.  Me too.”  I miss him so much.

I thought about the timing, and you know what?  Appa and I were in a funk at the same time, like.. hour wise.  I am more my father’s daughter than I think.

procrastination is productive

There are a lot of things going on.

I will write about them later.

I went to sleep at 8:30pm last night.  I was woken up a few times by a few phone calls (no one ever calls me unless I’m sleeping or busy).  Then, I woke up at 4:45am.  And instead of working like I planned, I uploaded a bajillion pictures on flickr and am now uploading videos on facebook.

UH FLICKR IS RETARDED and i don’t wan t to buy a pro account waaaaaah

remember how mario used to eat the “p” balloon and was able to float?

I feel that bloated.

Except I don’t get to do cool things like float and eat coins and ride on Yoshis and save the world. Man, I would LOOOOOVE A YOSHI. How AWESOME WOULD THAT BE?!?!?!

I think it’s a result of sitting and stressing and eating and napping and freaking out and not exercising for a few days.  UGH my body is uncomfortable.  Not actively, but just latently uncomfortable…  No resolve in the body.

In 4 hours I meet Professor Kim to discuss my JP. I am slightly afraid, but most of my fears have been calmed. Because honestly, at this point, what can I do? No… what am I willing to do? Not much other than write what I can and be prepared to beg for mercy.

After class: I will go back to my room and sleep. I will ask an unsuspecting freshman or a deliriously happy senior to bring me dinner. I will wake up later in the evening and begin work anew on my JP. Tonight will be MAJOR REVISIONS NIGHT, and then Wednesday I will write write write, sources write write write, use all those sources I haven’t had a chance to… and boy, do I have a LOT of those. Thursday, continue to write write write. Then Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, I will have the freedom to revise as necessary.

Oh my goodness, I suppose this is the beauty of having written it BEFORE the deadline. This is the beauty of having a rough draft.

Do I like this feeling enough to try to write a rough draft from now one? Actually, I do, but the issue is time.

TIME.

Well, that explains a lot.

I was wondering why strangers were commenting on the post “Morning” and why I had so many hits today, and under “Blogs About: Life” I am the featured blog.

Shocking.

I’m not quite sure that’s the post I want the entire wordpress community to see. Although, it is nice to have a lot of visitors… Except that the majority of posts on the front page right now (due to my spurt of posting during an incredibly bad mood) are pretty crappy. Like feel bad. -_-;;  Oh well.

Today is extremely much many lots better.  I just got off the phone with 엄마 and 아빠… Man, I really miss them.

Lots has gone on, but I’m too lazy to update (as usual).  I think I’ll blow off work once again and eat a peanut butter sandwich, wish I had some Doritos, and watch the Office.  Oh… bad, bad Sumin.  Am I ever going to regret it tomorrow.