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| this past saturday, jenny, myung sun, ji-in, and i went on the most eventful wine tour i've had so far. here's what happened:
1) we kept hearing a strange whooshing noise from outside the car. we figured this was because the window was open, but when we stopped to fill up for gas, we realized the whooshing was actually a rattling noise coming from the car. after checking the tires to make sure they weren't flat (or, in jenny's case, kicking the tires), we started driving around the parking lot when suddenly this old lady and man came running to our car from opposite directions yelling, "you've got something dragging under your car!! you must have hit something!" jenny and myung sun both assumed it was an animal (their minds work in mysterious ways...), but it turned out it was the shroud?, a piece of the car used to block dirt.
2) luckily, there was a service station next door. the guy was able to reattach the shroud temporarily, but we had to wait a while for him to fix it. bored (but armed with multiple cameras), jenny came up with the brilliant idea of taking pictures by the mobil horse sign. we proceeded to take pictures mimicking the horse's pose, which, quite embarrasingly, were witnessed by a mother and her child in a neighboring car (and yes, they stared).
3) we finally made our way to the dockside restaurant we had researched online only to discover that it was closed for the season. we turned around to go to pizza hut instead when (out of nowhere) myung sun mentioned that she'd seen a "Mr. Chicken" on the way. jenny shouted, "oh!! i saw it too" and started talking about the goodness of chicken. before i knew it, we were passionately chanting "Mr. Chicken!! Mr. Chicken!!" on our way to the parking lot. it was good chicken.
4) after visiting three wineries and buying hopelessly addictive wine crackers, we finally decided to head back for the day. i got in the car, attempted to start the ignition, and realized that i'd done it again. the car's battery had died. god, i'm retarded. in any case, a very nice man inside the winery helped me jump my car with his cables, so all was good.
things i've learned/realized from the tour: i'm a pro at jumping my car. i need to carry around jumper cables. wine crackers are horribly bad for you. you should not take strange pictures of yourself in the presence of children. seeing your car get lifted is pretty damn cool. and everyone loves Mr. Chicken.
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| i'm the first person to admit i have unhealthy addictions (remember high school musical, anyone?). my most recent addiction has been the cyanide and happiness comics at http://www.explosm.net/comics/. in fact, i've been addicted to the point where i actually went through all the archived comics instead of writing my paper (which, in my defense, was a pretty worthless paper to begin with). a few are too raunchy and they sometimes get a little repetitive, but if you want to kill time or take a break from facebooking....
 
they should have one for ice cream. i wish i were kidding. | | |
| there are countless things that make you feel crappy, but i think not knowing what you're going to do with your life ranks pretty high on the list. it's a strange mix of dread, anxiety, confusion, and horror that wracks your brain when you think about it (which i try not to do). being a senior, despite the many benefits (yay for one midterm, baby!!), comes with the very large weight of figuring out what to do next. it's pathetic, i know, but i do find comfort in the fact that most of my senior friends are like me and have no idea what they're doing after graduation. as for the rest of you, i admire and despise you simultaneously. whatever happened to senioritis?
actually, there was one thing that happened recently that somewhat reassured me -- i jumped my car. that's right, people, i jump-started my own car using jumper cables attached to a battery pack borrowed from the closest gas station. never mind the fact that i was stupid enough to let the car battery die in the first place or the fact that i got a $50 parking ticket earlier that day (long, sad story involving an evil policewoman and lots of cursing) -- if i can learn how to jump a car by myself (enlisting the help of google), i figure i'll survive in life somehow.
in other news, my computer (joining the ranks of all other technology) officially hates me. not only does the power cord refuse to remain in its port unless it is forcefully jammed into the damn thing at some inexplicably contorted angle (and yes, the battery doesn't work either), now the "e" key has died due to an incident with diet coke (and lime!). i've actually gotten quite used to using the ctrl-v shortcut while typing (sad, but true). so if i ever type strange messages to you that are missing "e's", no, i'm not drunk, my computer's an ass. or maybe it's both, you never know.
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| hahahahaha ohhh the w curve.... you and i have become so intimate....
thank god for the spice girls. what would i do without you.
phantom of the opera!! huzzah!
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| rarrrarararrraaarrraarrrarrrar
a note to tff (so we don't forget all the inside jokes of the night):
since you've been gone (definitely lost my voice on that one)
"butchering" the english words in korean songs
tickling doughboi (you need some endurance, man)
key lime pie (still yellow!)
strange white person with strange black people (yay for our multiracial restaurant)
massive basket of onion rings (taeil finished them off btw)
pulling a "jina" (the only question is, which one?)
bae-deuh eh-sseuh
breathe, annie, breathe!
watching jennie struggle to crawl under the table (what the...)
making fun of the respective bfs (who didn't laugh at grace's cellphone pics?)
"we're your dreamgirls" (wouldn't life be wonderful if everyone broke out into song all the time?)
guys, it's 2:45 am and i still can't breathe. i think that's a sign.
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