Valentine's Candy Grams

Today I sat at this table for 4 hours trying to convince people to buy a candy gram. Granted the money all goes to a good cause, but I got tired of hearing, "Sorry, I don't have cash on me," for the millionth time.

However, it was a treat to decorate valentines for people at their request!! It's also fun to read the messages left on the cards for their friends and significant others :P 

No lies, I was a Jacobin today

Jacobin

\ JAK-uh-bin \  , noun;

1. an extreme radical, especially in politics.

2. (in the French Revolution) a member of a radical society or club of revolutionaries that promoted the Reign of Terror and other extreme measures, active chiefly from 1789 to 1794: so called from the Dominican convent in Paris, where they originally met.

3. a Dominican friar.

4. (lowercase) one of a fancy breed of domestic pigeons having neck feathers that hang over the head like a hood.

 

Although I did nothing politically radical today, I'll be the first to admit that I was a bit of a maniac.  If it makes more sense, there was a basketball game today, against St. John's.  We won, big time.  

 

I was never into sports in the slightest before I got to Syracuse.  Even now I need to sit next to a guy at every football/basketball game so he can explain what's going on to me.  I don't know the rules, I just know when we win.  

 

There was absolutely no doubt in my mind today that we would win, first of all because it was against a small college, and second of all because we played in the Dome.  Syracuse hasn't lost a game in the Dome in two years, which at college age means we've never really lost at home.  This thought didn't stop me from going wild at the game.  No lies, I was screaming, pounding, shouting, jumping.  I had to have tea when I got home to soothe my aching voice.  I (along with the entire student section) was a total Jacobin, cussing out the other team and squealing for our victory.  

 

At a 77-58 win, I think my radical behavior is justified.

 

A Different Lunar New Year

I would never consider myself someone who adopted my ethnic culture. In fact, amongst my Asian friends, I probably was the most "white-washed" per say. But one of the most Asian traditions I've kept is celebrating Chinese New Year (probably because of the money but that's not the point).

My first year away from home meant not celebrating with my family... actually, not celebrating with anyone at all, since I seem to be the only Chinese person I'm close to. :P I discovered that I miss a lot of the things I used to do before moving away:

1. Helping my mother make radish cake. <- sounds disgusting but it's sooooo good. Plus, it's not a conventional cake per say. It's more like a paste.
2. BEING THERE IN PERSON TO COLLECT MY MONEY! Instead I was sent one envelope from my mother.
3. Playing Mahjong with the fambam.
4. Eating the greatest food and candy on the face of the earth.
5. The decorations and festivities that don't seem to exist here...

The Missing Comb Adventures

So, I lost my comb a while back... I made this last night to commemorate it I guess. I do weird things with my spare time.

Strange thing is, I'm happy its gone. It's makes me come up with new ways to journal my experience [because each day, I write down something whether it be a poem or a missing sign that has to do with the missing comb].

Some people say it's funny... and I guess it is how obsessed I am over a missing comb, but it's just an outlet for my obnoxious side.

An irrefrangible comment

I had the almost imponderable joy of using today's Word of the Day while talking on the phone with my father.  And yes, for those of you who have heard of him, that first line was borrowed from YouTube star Charlie is so cool like.

irrefrangible

\ ir-i-FRAN-juh-buhl \  , adjective;

1. not to be broken or violated; inviolable: an irrefrangible rule of etiquette.

2. incapable of being refracted.

 

Bored that I was this Saturday night, I called my parents to check up on the situation in California.  And by situation, I just mean their life in general, to catch up with them.  As much as I like being away from home, you kind of miss the little things every now and then.

 

But the WoD was used in discussing my American Literature class last Wednesday.  On Monday, when I had the class for the first time, my professor told the class that it was possible for her to have to cancel class on Wednesday.  Let me be clear when I say that this kind of news is never taken lightly by students.  When teachers make it clear that no class is a very real possibility, we go hog wild.  Alternative plans are made; naps are scheduled; and I'm sure there has been champagne cracked at the idea of a free afternoon.

 

This scenario did not, however, play out to my advantage.  

 

Though I checked my email perhaps a dozen time before I left my room in the morning, there was nothing saying that A.L. was cancelled.  And so I went to class.  And we had a quiz.  A surprise quiz.  Man oh man was it a surprise.

 

I was venting my frustration about this situation to my old man.  "You just can't do that!"  I whined, "cancelling class is an irrefrangible contract that is not to be tampered with!  It's no joke."

 

He thought it was hilarious, of course.  Mostly I was proud of myself for having been able to use this word in conversation like a regular person.  I still wish I'd had the afternoon off though, I could've gotten a lot of nothingness done. 

A hented past

hent

\ hent \  , verb;

1. to seize.

Today's Word of the Day was used in the form of an email.  I was emailing an aunt of mine, and she asked how I felt about my classes last semester.  So, I told her the truth, that I like this semester's classes much better.  I basically told her this by relating how elated I am every day that I no longer have to take math.

Let's get something straight here people-- I hate math.  I always have.  Probably because I've never been good at it.  Even in first grade I had mental breakdowns because I was just not having the carrying the ones business.  It's madness really, I vehemently believe that if you know that you will never ever go into the business of measuring the area of a triangle, then you should be allowed to leave the class immediately.  

However, this was not my life.  Instead, this is what I told my aunt, "I am finished with math for the rest of my life!  Huzzah!  Math hented thirteen years of my life and I'm glad that I never ever have to do it again for the rest of my life ever."

That's right, thirteen years, all math all the time.  So if you too have things hented from you on a daily basis, don't worry.  You're not alone.  The only advice I can give you is to hent the day.  That's right, I just brought Latin into this.  

Going Digital

Today's image is a poster I made for my residence hall's latest event. I must admit, it's a pretty juvenile job as far as designs go, but you have to start somewhere.

For the longest time, I've felt somewhat incompetent as an artist because I didn't know how to draw digitally. As I browse through pages and pages of art blogs, I realize just how important digital art is in today's society. Some could argue it's even more practical than just the fine arts.

Anyways, it'll take a while before I build my skill with photoshop, but I think this will do for now.