Dear girl who sat behind me in 18th Century Literature and Culture,
I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. Well, it’s possible you at least know who I am, and think I am an annoying keener, because I tend to participate in class discussion frequently, unlike you and your band of sniggering gossip girls. I don’t usually sit in that spot, but when some dude who never comes to class decided to take my usual seat, I was forced to choose somewhere else. That is how I came to be in front of you. Continue reading “an open letter to the girl who sat behind me in lecture last week”
To preface, I will note that I actually planned to write this back in March, shortly after the first post. However, for reasons you may or may not remember from that other thing I wrote, I obviously did not. Thus, I will say that time has likely muddled my memories slightly, but the general happenings did happen and the message still rings true. And now, back to our story…
Last time on the Leather Pants Saga, after realizing that I had become too fat to wear my leather pants properly, I proceeded to spend the evening wearing my pants secretly unbuttoned. My stomach made it through the night free and unscathed, and I looked super awesome in my pants.
On this particular night, my lovely Edinburgh flatmate and I were attending a gathering at a friend’s place. Like many such nights, the plan was to hang out and pre-drink at the friend’s and then move on to a bar/club. However, I was sick with a cold, and my flatmate had to be up early the next morning, and we were both hella broke, so we were not planning to join our friends for the bar portion of the night. There were about 15 people at the gathering, and we knew most of them, so all was fine and dandy. Continue reading “adventures with leather pants, part II: an observation”
For those who don’t know/can’t tell, I am of mixed-race heritage. Half-Asian, to be exact. My mother hails from the Czech Republic, while my father is Korean (yes, South Korea. I would definitely not exist if he was from North Korea). Thus, I look like some strange hybrid of a human being, and many seem unsure of what to do with me – are racist jokes appropriate, or not? The turmoil folks must feel upon meeting me!
Having lived this mixed-race life for over 21 years now, there are a handful of observations I have made that I would like to share with the general public. Of course, my experiences will differ from those of other mixed-race individuals (even other half-Asians), so this is by no means an all-encompassing Guide to the Lives of Mixed People. But, without further ado, I present my own personal list: Continue reading “4 trials and tribulations of growing up mixed-race”
So, you might have noticed that I haven’t posted anything in a while. Or, you know, maybe you haven’t noticed at all, but in order for this intro to work, let’s say you did. The thing is, I actually began composing this post a while ago. It originally started like this:
“Essay and exam season is upon us once again. For some, this means long hours dedicated to vigorous research, emails to professors, and writing detailed outlines, culminating in a sparkling paper that should evoke great pride and (hopefully) top marks. For others, a great deal of time is spent staring at blank Word documents, the days ticking slowly by; it all ends with one night of combing Sparknotes and lecture slides and desperate bullshitting and cups of coffee flavoured with tears of exhaustion, culminating in a sort-of-okay paper that evokes relief and a (hopefully) passing grade. I fall into the latter category.”
– Samantha Kim, two months ago
That clearly worked out well. Continue reading “procrastination”
I have a YouTube channel. On this channel, I post mediocre covers of songs I like. I’ve actually been posting on this channel since 2009, but I’ve only started sharing my videos on Facebook within the past year or so, because I was previously scared of being judged. I have since decided that I care 0 percent about what anyone thinks, and if someone doesn’t like my shit, then they don’t have to watch it.
Anyway, there I was, at the ripe age of 16; posting cringe-worthy videos of me singing, accompanied by a guitar I barely knew how to play, filmed on a poor quality laptop webcam. At the same time, I was also broadcasting on the now-defunct BlogTV. In case you don’t know what that is, BlogTV was a live-streaming site that allowed people to broadcast whatever they pleased (excluding nakedness and nakedness-inclusive activities), and anyone could watch. So, an internet predator’s dream, basically. Continue reading “the time i had a youtube stalker”
I’m pretty certain that the word “student” means “lazy, busy, and broke” in some language or another. I know this because I am a scientist. As such, we tend to cut corners on food; going out to eat or ordering takeout when we can’t afford it, frozen pizza, ramen, and PB&J’s, and eating stuff all the time that simply lacks creativity. A couple months into my stint at my first apartment (305 holla), I was growing very, very tired of the same salad for lunch every day and chicken, rice, and broccoli for dinner every night. Continue reading “cheap eats: greek lemon orzo soup”
Hi. This is my first blog post ever, though you probably knew that already. You’re probably from Facebook, where you likely clicked over out of curiosity, or perhaps mild contempt. Another chick starting a dumb blog no one is going to read*, I’m sure you’re thinking. Fantastic. Yeah, I know. Why am I here, then? Well, a few reasons. First and foremost, I am an English major without any real direction in life (no, I don’t want to be a teacher), beyond wanting to “write”. The only problem is, I don’t actually write very much, so I thought I should start doing that. Secondly, I have a lot of spare time on my hands at the moment. Thirdly, in the event that I do not have a lot of spare time on my hands in the future, this presents me with a wonderful opportunity to procrastinate my responsibilities. And lastly, I just plain like to hear, er, read, myself talking (writing?). I think I’m hilarious. Fight me. Continue reading “adventures with leather pants: an epiphany”