ask an asian
In an attempt to make this blogging more habitual (and possibly gain some more readers), I invite individuals with concerns, gripes, and/or questions to write me an email at dirtybootQ@gmail.com and I will do my best to answer it! Please note that I am not a professional. I am still in school and studying Sociology. Think of me more as an objective friend that one would confide in or vent to in times of despair/anger/whatever.
Please be aware that I may post your question on the blog every now and then (hence the excellent fake names you will be using), and probably for the time being…I will post just about every email I receive, unless it’s really stupid/insulting. ha-ha. I think I give pretty sound advice.
Rob (Fine Arts) and Kristina (Psychology) will also be helping out, so you’re in excellent hands.
night piece
It’s June! I have been busy with school (ha!), having just handed in my term paper for English last Thursday. Being in an compressed course, we do four months in two. Ha ha! It’s actually not that bad, but I reckon it’s due to the fact that I know how my professor teaches so I know what to expect.
My Sociology Professor, on the other hand, is full of surprises! First of all, he wears shorts. All year round. The same brand of blue running shorts. And then he wears a tshirt. Souvenir shirts from exotic places, shirts with funny sayings on them, etc etc. He mentioned a few classes ago that one would never catch him wearing the same tshirt in a semester (that’s three months). Can you imagine? I’m sure I own that many tshirts, but I always end up wearing the same dozen.
I’m starting to look into universities! It’s not as exciting as one would think. So far the list includes: UBC, SFU, McGill, Concordia, Queens, University of Toronto…I’m not really down on Onterrible (I couldn’t resist), however, I need to keep all of my options open. I’m still itching to go back to Japan in order to study, but I’m trying not to let that be an overwhelming factor in my decision.
Speaking of Japan…I have been listening to Shugo Tokumaru a lot lately. I love it! It helps me think and calms me down. He’s nothing fancy, but I love him regardless. Here’s a video:
cat and mouse
I really hate waiting and being waited on. Phone calls, tardiness (others and my own), line ups, and the like. I think I get it from my dad; he’s always been the one herding us into the car to make sure we get to whatever destination on time, if not five minutes early.
I’m currently waiting for a phone call. A phone call for employment; therefore, this additional tidbit of information makes the situation even worse; not only am I waiting for a phone call, I am also hoping that this phone call will be a positive conversation. However, I don’t deal with confrontation and rejection very easily (and am a slight control freak), so a part of me doesn’t want to pick up the phone when she calls. That way, if it’s a rejection message, I can simply press 7 and it will be deleted and all will be forgotten. If it is a congratulatory message, I am now the one who is control, and she will be the one sweating and hoping that I call her back in order to accept the position.
malady
3am. I am still awake and fuctioning (well, somewhat). Since I have a coffee date in the early afternoon, I will not be waking up at 2pm this time. Hurray for miracles! I am currently lying on the couch, listening and watching videos of Zach Condon. http://www.blogotheque.net/ is absolutely wonderful. At this moment I find it extremely frustrating that I cannot get anything out properly. I’ve got so much going on in my head but I cannot find a way for it to come out properly. My mind is full of mush. Useless information. I am stuck.
unrest.
I just wanted to complain about how irritating I find most university websites. blech. What’s worse? International University websites, where English is not the first language. booo!! I find myself sleeping more than usual lately. I guess it’s about time I confront my fear and finally go to the doctor. Stress is not helping – I have a nice case of hives that hasn’t gotten any better since the last visit to the doc. The pills just make me even more tired, and the cream isn’t working. Oh woe is me! Pathetic, I know.So the plan for the summer is: two courses. And a summer job? Oh yea…about that previous job. No go. She was a nut case. Seriously. She fired me, then took it back and then offered me the job again. To which I declined. And then proceeded to let her know how unprofessional she was and how the only reason why people take her job is because they don’t know any better. Yea, I should really shut my mouth. Now I’m back at square one. Anyone? Anyone??
