Filed under: Good times, Holidays, Seattle | Tags: Black Friday, Christmas, Christmas in Seattle
Today is Black Friday, which is a really big pain in my ass because I really wanted to go shopping today. After yesterday’s engorgement, nothing seems more natural than some good ol’ retail therapy. Instead, I’ll probably waste away the day “trying” to do homework but actually just blog, eat leftovers, and vomit them back up again.
The good news is that we’re officially on the fast track to hit Christmas! Christmas music on the radio, Christmas lights on buildings and shops, and of course, downtown Seattle is getting ready as well.
Here are some of my favorite goings-on during Christmastime in Seattle…
- Gingerbread Village
- Westlake Center’s giant Christmas tree
- Carousel at Westlake Park
- Nordstrom’s Santa
- Macy’s Christmas star
- Nightly snow at Pacific Place
- Horse-drawn carriages
- Winterfest at Seattle Center (including the annual train set!)
- PNB presents The Nutcracker
Filed under: Family, Food, Holidays | Tags: home-cooked meals, Thanksgiving, turkey
I’m not a cook, but my family is full of ‘em. Thank goodness too because I am a total turd in the kitchen, just worthless.
Today, we’re having the classics like turkey, stuffing, garlic mash-pos, brussel sprouts (puke!). No meatballs though, thanks a lot mom. Mom: ruining my life since 1986.
Hope everyone has a happy Thanksgiving. We’re starting dinner at 4pm and I probably won’t be out of my food coma until around midnight tonight (aka the perfect time to start drinking).
Best rickroll ever?
I love fonts. Anyone see Helvetica? I mean, who wouldn’t want to see a documentary about a font!? My thoughts exactly, pure brilliance.
Anyway, this entry is an ode to fonts. Some day I might study typography and maybe I’ll make a font of my own… Something with the geometry of Futura or Twentieth Century, but the attitude of Gill Sans, but not like Trebuchet if you know what I mean. I do have standards after all.
Optima Prime, more than meets the eye
Fontbots
Marilyn + fonts = classy all over the place
Filed under: School, Self introspection | Tags: graduation, Thanksgiving
My impending graduation from college looms near and all sorts of crazy opportunities are being laid out before me. In a way, I’m burdened by options (listen to poor, middle-class Asian girl lament about being privileged). Should I travel? Should I teach? Where do I want to live? What do I want to do? What am looking for? My future has never looked more uncertain.
I’m a roll-with-the-punches kind of girl, ready to take what comes my way and not willing to waste time or energy worrying about how things are going to turn out. That being said, I find it difficult to choose a post-college path in a Schrödinger’s cat dilemma: as soon as I choose an opportunity, all other cease to exist.
But, as I was reading Linköpingliving this morning, it dawned on me that, if I live my life right, these kinds of life-changing opportunities will always come my way. I just need to keep my head on straight and do what makes me happy.
So for now, it’s eyes on the prize as I near graduation. For now, my goal is getting that diploma. For the future… Who knows?
Filed under: Family, Self introspection | Tags: alcohol, drugs, les parents
I’ve always been kind of a square, a wet mop, a stick in the mud. So this year, when I started to let loose, it seemed totally natural to tell my parents because really, my exploits are rather tame when compared to those of my parents (little did I know…).
While talking to my mom on the phone earlier this week, I told her about my first blackout a few weeks back. Mostly, I waxed sentimental about how glad I am to have friends who take care of me and who know when enough is enough. Naturally, mommy agreed and (as is typical during a conversation about my friends), complimented me on the company I keep. But what she said next shocked me.
(Granted, I didn’t really know how she was going to act. I assumed she wouldn’t freak out about me blacking out, but does a daughter ever really know how a parent is going to react to this kind of thing? Of course not, except for me on my psychic days when I can read people’s thoughts, and this was not one of those days.)
My mom proceeded to tell me about all the drugs she’s experimented with. I won’t list them here, especially not in the detailed manner in which she confessed to me, but I will say that I was surprised and enlightened. My mother, my mommy has done way more drugs than I will ever do (which, let’s face it, isn’t saying much, because I’m probably too lame to do more than pretend to get high off second-hand marijuana smoke at concerts).
So what’s the point? I’m really happy to be in such a good relationship with my parents. Not only do I feel comfortable being (almost) completely open with them, but they also respect me enough to do the same with me. I’m a lucky, lucky girl, and I hope some day I can be the kind of parents that my mom and dad are to me.
