It’s been two weeks since my last blog post.
The days passed by in a blur.
My parents visited for Easter,
And my apartment is covered in fur.
I flew through the last week feeling like a ghost.
On last Thursday’s Neuropsych exam, I regrettably made a C.
But it’s okay because I got some adjustable dumbbells for free.
Things are still good, as far as I can see.
Today I feel like a piece of toast.
Driving in traffic is probably worse than the bends.
My ex and I are no longer just friends.
But my grandma looks like she’s near the end.
I may never even get to see her again.
So herp, I’m still working on finding a satisfactory camera setup for my vlogs; I’m seriously thinking about buying one of those mirrors that hair salons use (you know, to show you what the back of your head looks like) and setting it behind my camera so I can see what the heck I’m doing while vlogging and adapt accordingly.Until then, sorry when I try to show you stuff and you actually don’t really see it. And same goes for me being off-center for pretty much the entiiiiiree video.
So last night, my sister posted this on her facebook wall. We’ve kinda talked ourselves into wanting to do it, but given the fact that we’re way out of shape and probably pansies, we’re waiting ’til at least next year (probably October) to participate. However! We think we might volunteer at the one in Austin this October and see what it’s like. I think it sounds fun! Granted, a 10-12 mile obstacle course sounds really grueling . . . we’ll have a lot of work to do before we can consider ourselves ready for the challenge. Neither of us have done that kind of thing before, so we both figured that it’s something we want to try at least once in our lives.
Here’s a picture of the Konexi game where we were determined to use all 26 letters. What words can you find?
And this video makes me want to buy a used PS2 and DDR and be all awesome on it. (And it’s also actually pretty decent exercise!) He makes it look so easy! This guy is the creator of the Dead Fantasy series and works as an animator and choreographer for Rooster Teeth Productions, the company that makes Red vs. Blue. This video and this video were both made by Oum using mocap (Motion capture) technology, and Oum choreographs and performs the dances himself . . . So in short, I’m saying I’m jealous of his dancing abilities, haha. And it’s also pretty amusing to watch those videos and imagine him dancing to it.
So my piano II class had a recital yesterday (Sunday). I only played my duet piece because I didn’t like my Baroque piece enough to want to perform it for other people. Now, my partner and I had been practicing for weeks, and our performance of the piece was pretty solid. Apparently, I still get quite a bit of stage fright because I totally herped up big time while we performed our duet. One part, I’m not sure what messed me up, but I had to stop playing altogether for a few seconds. Another part, my left hand decided to skip a measure, and so I had to drop its part for a few seconds as well. I know I messed up somewhere else, but I can’t remember exactly what it was. And my hands started shaking halfway through the piece. Fuuuuuuu —
And I thought it would be easier/less stressful for me if it were a duet because I wouldn’t be up there by myself. I feel like I was even more nervous than if I had been performing alone, though I don’t know why that is. PUH. Whatever. Guess I’m not meant to be a performer.
Ionno what else I had planned on talking about so I’m going to end this vlog/blog now.
Sorry for having so many links in this post loooooolll. Was that title too long? Herpp.
All right, I think I have these two videos in the right order. I can’t tell for certain right now because the videos are being converted and can’t be played as I edit this blog. The first vlog should be me talking in my pj’s about my drive home from Dallas. Also, wtf am I doing with my legs/feet? I think it’s safe to say that I fiddle quite a bit when talking, in one way or another. Of course, I also fiddle around when I’m not talking . . . I’m just a fiddler. Fiddler on the roof? Obscure (maybe) Jewish movie reference from BCA.
Anyway, this first video was filmed the same night I got back home from Dallas, which I probably say somewhere in the video. But I can’t be sure because I haven’t watched it since I first filmed it over a week ago. Oh wells.
This was the recording of the game “Peas Feed Me” on my old computer at home. I said that I didn’t know what the game was based off of in the vlog, but upon closer inspection, at the intro screen, it says that it’s based off of a TV show. Makes sense, I mean I can see the game setting being an actual scene in a TV show.
I’m gonna try and find it so I can have it on my laptop too lol. It’s always nice to have a game (or something) you can play (or do) that requires no real thought and is amusing, and therefore, relaxing to play (do).
The outfits looked something like this, but my sister’s was pink and silver instead of red and gold. Red and gold is reserved for the actual wedding day.
So yesterday (Sunday) was my sister’s engagement ceremony. Traditionally, in the Vietnamese culture, the male’s family prepares/performs the ceremony for the female’s family. I guess one could compare it to the man asking the woman’s parents for her hand in marriage. Except more fancy. Since my sister’s fiance is not Vietnamese, my parents decided not to force Brad (and his parents) to prepare the ceremony themselves. Of course, the ceremony could have been skipped entirely, but my parents wanted to do this for my sister because “they’re worth it.” Not entirely sure what they mean by that, at least, not in specific terms.
In any case, it was nice and there was lots of good food and my sister and her fiance got to wear fancy traditional Vietnamese clothes for the ceremony. I got to meet Brad’s parents (along with the rest of my family, which means parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles . . . the whole kit and caboodle), and they left me (and I think most everyone else) with a good impression. However, aside from the honoring of ancestors and procession of gifts at the beginning of the ceremony, the whole thing didn’t really feel much different from a regular holiday get-together.
The roast pig is so good! It has a crunchy skin while the actual meat remains moist and super flavorful.
I guess this is a nice way to describe the ceremony and give some detail about the reasons behind certain parts in a short-and-sweet kind of manner.
What’s funny is that my mom told me that I have to marry a Vietnamese guy because she’ll cry if both of her daughters marry “American” guys. I think it’s relatively safe to assume that American = white. When I told my sister that our mom had said that, she laughed and replied that “it’s not her decision to make anyway.” Which is all true, but to be honest, I’ve kinda inherently known that my parents expect that of me, or would like that, so my preferences have been shaped to include that as a requirement. Of course, before this little conversation, the preference hadn’t been as definite, and I’ve only dated white guys so far, but I’ve always felt that it would be best if I found a Vietnamese guy who also fit all my other preferences.
The point is, I don’t mind that my parents have really narrowed down my “sea of fish” into a pond. Even though it was my mom who brought it up, I’m sure that my dad feels the same way.
So, in other news, my cousin accompanied me back to Dallas last night. He’s a high school senior and is using his college days to visit my campus (more as an excuse to miss school than due to interest in my college). We didn’t get back to Dallas until 12:30, and early on in the ~5 hour trip, we stopped at a gas station to fill up my tank and grab some energy drinks. I had the bright idea to grab a Monster Java Loca Moca (energy drinks and coffee have never really worked consistently on me; half the time I feel they had no effect at all, the other half they’re super effective), and by the time we got to my apartment, I was pretty awake. As a result, I’ve pulled an impromptu all-nighter, one in which I actually wasn’t totally unproductive. I gave my cousin a tour around campus, we sneaked into some of the buildings, and I actually did some studying for one of my classes.
Thank goodness I only have one class today (technically, I have two, but the second class is pretty fail). I feel somewhat tired right now, but not like I’m going to pass out. Hopefully I can stay up until this evening, and then go to sleep at a decent time.
My cousin leaves for Houston tomorrow evening/afternoon, and the plan seems to be that he’ll take the Greyhound bus back. I’ll have to drive him to the station, though, and I’m not entirely sure where that is, though I’ve been told it’s in downtown. I just hope I don’t get stuck in rush-hour traffic.
And even with all this extra time I got from not sleeping, I still haven’t unpacked my clothes and whatnot.
Why did you pee on my blanket? Did you not realize that the covered litter box is still your litter box? It is late. I am sleepy.
Yay for extra hour of “sleep.” Don’t forget to turn all your clocks back by one hour!
So. It’s three twenty-three in the morning where I live. My stomach is growling; I haven’t been eating very healthily lately. I tend to neglect myself when I’m at home alone? As of late, my sleeping has been out of whack. Falling asleep at two, waking up slightly around eight or so in the morning, falling back asleep, and not getting up until noon-ish. So, to remedy this without some type of medication, I shall pull an all nighter (to the best of my abilities) and stay awake all day, thus tiring myself out enough to fall asleep at a normal time and (hopefully) fix my sleeping schedule.
I noticed earlier that I joined in 2005 and my fifth anniversary is in about three weeks. Whoo. (I haven’t been a stellar member, though.) So, I’ve been skimming through past entries. I know my grammar was horrendous in the beginning. I’m not sure exactly when proper grammar debuted in my entries, but anything written during and after 2006 was significantly better. My style and diction has changed so much since then.
One common thing about most, if not all, of my previous entries: I was friggin hyper. Periods and exclamation points galore. Smilies up the wazoo. They were certainly colorful.
Most of my entries were pretty down to earth. Coherent, ya know? And then, sometimes, out of seemingly nowhere, an entry would pop up where I’m abusing the period or exclamation point and spouting nonsense. I believe those entries were written and posted sometime in the early morning hours when I was suffering from sleep deprivation. Which just goes to show you that I should not still be up and blogging my thoughts for the general public when my good judgment is taking a break.
Well, at least it’s obvious (from past entries) how I came up with my username.
It is now three forty-two in the morning. My eyes feel gritty. I think I’ll retire from Xanga for tonight. Or this morning, rather.
Please don’t read my past entires. It’s embarrassing.
All right, I guess it’s about time I update. This one shall be about random aspects of my personality.
So, how revealing of my personality should I be?
Well, most people who aren’t complete and total strangers can tell you that I have a quick temper. If you have any good calming techniques, I’m all ears. Depending on how you advise me, that is. >.>
I like my food. Don’t touch my food. Ever. And if you find that you can’t finish your food, offer it to me. I’ll most likely take it. >.> So what, I’m a fatty! I have no life. I’ll eventually become the most obese person in the world. Whatever. As long as I get my food.
I sound so fat. A fat person in a skinny person’s body. Not that I’m complaining. But I needs exercise. Snowboarding, anyone?
I love sports. Soccer is my favorite to play. Rugby is my favorite to watch. Rugby makes football look pansy-ish. My kids shall play rugby. Mwuhahahaha. Geebus, I’m already cultivating violence into the personality of my inexistent children. Don’t lock me in an insane asylum, pleassse.
I’m very adamant about grammar, as you can see by my grammatically correct typing and sentence structure.
Pokemon is my favorite cartoon. However, anything after the Johto League is insanely idiotic. And I love video games, though I don’t get to play often. I only have an N64. Not that I’m complaining. Super Smash Bros., anyone? I used to suck at that game. I was horrible. One of those just-push-random-buttons-and-see-how-long-you-live players. I pwn now.
I have an active imagination. Please, no scary movies, nor any video games with creepy music and dark corridors, etc. Not unless you want to give me a heart attack. And if I die, I will haunt your ass for it. “What is this feeling of blatant hostility?” “Oh, it’s just Linh.”
You could say I’m socially inept, to a degree. I shy away from social settings. I’m, as some would say, a wall flower. There are few people I consider friends. If I say you’re a friend, it’s the equivalent of being a “best friend” for other people. Either you’re a friend, or you’re an acquaintance. There is no in between.
Since I have few friends, I’m obviously not very open about my emotions. I keep my life private. Since I’m a private person in general, you can trust me to keep your secrets. Besides, I probably don’t even know the people that you want to keep these secrets from.
I aspire to be a doctor. A surgical doctor, to be exact. So don’t make me irate. I’ll know exactly where to place my scalpel in order to cripple you. Or worse. -maniacal laughter- I’m just kidding. I’m not that violent. But yeah. I want to be a surgical doctor, and I’m considering obtaining a license in massage therapy to help me pay for medical school.
People say I’m smart. If you ask me if I am, I’ll shrug and say, “I guess.” But I’ll probably act smart-alec. I tend to subconsciously analyze situations and people. I have a low tolerance level for idiots. And slow walkers. I hate people who walk insanely slow and string their idiotic group across the entire hallway. And why the heck does the math hallway seem the most crowded?!?
And last, but not least, I know I’m weird. Not the weirdest person on the planet, but definitely not normal.
That should be more than enough to sate your odd curiosity about what I am like. I swear, I’m not that interesting. But, should you happen to want to know more (for reasons I can’t even begin to fathom), I guess you can always ask. I can’t promise I’ll answer, but hey, it never hurt to ask, right?
