That makes me 50% Mexican, 40% Asian (what are Ramen noodles?) and 10% Italian.
I can't think of many things that have happened since I talked to you, but there are a few WEE things that have gone on around here in the boonies.
1. Acting.
I went to my first acting class last night, and Charissa told us about all the stuff we can and can't do, and also there are 30 people in the class YES. The more the better, seriously. We're doing Beauty and the Beast, but she told me I can't be Lumiere, because he's got this thing with the feather duster. So all my hopes were dashed and I thought maybe I would try out for Belle, just because I can't be the awesome candlestick, and then she said that Belle would have an on-stage-kiss (maybe fake, maybe real, but you're either going to kiss the guys thumb or kiss the guys mouth, so the difference...is the same) and then I was like, whoa. WHOA. No. I mean, I even have a problem watching people do on stage kisses.
So I think I'll try out for Mrs. Potts, the guy that follows Gaston around, and the wardrobe. We'll see how it goes next Tuesday. But she gave us the script and its 100 pages.....one. hundred. pages. Uno. times 100. Ten. Times ten.
Thats how many pages I have to memorize. Its the broadway version so its just like the movie but LONGER. and there are like five more songs, and YESYESYES if I can't love her is included in the score. Man, the guys who play the beast and Gaston had better be pretty freaking awesome. Ya know.
2. Also, I got my drivers license. Its pretty cool. The lady was nice, ya know, and I passed with 70%, which is pretty incredible. I'm thinking that maybe she did that on purpose because all of the things I did wrong were all non-moving problems, or the kind of problems that were just me being too cautious.
Anyway, I guess I'm going to see you friday (oh my gosh. This entire house. They're all HORRIBLE at being 'mysterious'.
-Peace out bro.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Peanut Butter and Love Poems
I just want you to know that I ate an entire jar of peanut butter in a month. This isn't your normal peanut butter eating, either. I mean, I didn't eat it on anything, I just scooped it right out of the jar, and after a while I realized that I could see the bottom. It just happened. But I went to Wal-Mart today, and I bought another, bigger, more crunchy one. I don't know if peanut butter is brain food, but I know it has a lot of protein in, and it makes me feel happy, so I think I will continue eating it at my present pace, because it is better to eat peanut butter while I do homework than to eat candy while I do my homework (I have not bought any candy for weeks, you should be proud).
I was going to get my oil changed, too, but the only place I know where you can get it done here is at Jiffy Lube, and when I googled how much it cost to get oil changed there, all that came up were a bunch of horror stories from people who had been totally scammed there. So I don't want to go. I will probably just stop in Harrisonville the next time I come home and have it done there. I feel bad that I'm putting off this whole oil change thing but it's not like I'll be driving at all between now and then so I guess I won't be racking up more miles.
The cool thing about that CD that you left in my car is that the bass of songs comes through a lot better if they're on a CD rather than a tape adapter. When I was driving back from Mor Mor's on Sunday I listened to Turn It Up a few times with the bass up high so I could feel it. It was pretty cool. The only other CD I have in my car is a mix one that Elise made, and there is an old-school Black Eyed Peas song on it that gives me the same artificial feeling of being a badass.
There is this line in How Gee that goes "I wear my sunglasses at night/still 20/20". Cracks me up so much.
Sometimes when I do my laundry, the washing machine just flips out and when I go to put the clothes in the dryer, they're soaking wet. It's really annoying because dryer cycles are an hour, and this load is going to take at least two cycles to get dry. On any other night I'd be in bed by the time it's done. First world problems.
There's only one remaining day of teaching for Literature of Adolescents. I am ecstatic. I can't wait to be done. If there's one thing this class has done for me, it's shown me how unready I am to be a teacher. Thankfully I have a couple more years before I have to step out on my own with this. It's pretty scary to think about, but then again most of what makes being a grown up makes me sick to think about. There's nothing quite like independence to make a body feel vulnerable. I'm determined to own it though, just you wait.
The window in our room has been wide open for weeks. It got pretty cold outside a few times, but it never matters - regardless of the weather outside, it is always a steady 75-82 degrees in this room. There is nothing to do that will make it any cooler. Part of the reason is because the heater is right below the window, so it blows up a hot air barrier that prevents anything cold from coming in. The heater never turns off. The last three nights my roommate went and slept in her friend's room downstairs just because it was too hot to sleep. It doesn't bother me when I fall asleep, but there's nothing quite like waking up sweaty to make a body feel cranky in the morning.
I am probably going to watch that movie you recommended while I wait for my laundry to finish. I can never resist beautiful people being talented on screen. You know how I am.
-Amy
P.S. I forgot it was Valentine's Day, because I was too busy thinking about other things. But there was chocolate fondue in the cafeteria today, so that was cool. Thankfully no one's been particularly mushy in my vicinity, but I was at Wal-Mart earlier and there were a lot of uncomfortable-looking men buying roses. It warmed my heart a little.
P.P.S. I also bought you a birthday present today. It is pretty exciting.
P.P.S. My eccentric World Masterpieces teacher also celebrated today by breaking off from Dante's Inferno, which we're reading, to read several famous subtly suggestive love poems of yore. We all lol'd, but it was also pretty awkward, because Shakespeare sure was into innuendo. Dang.
I was going to get my oil changed, too, but the only place I know where you can get it done here is at Jiffy Lube, and when I googled how much it cost to get oil changed there, all that came up were a bunch of horror stories from people who had been totally scammed there. So I don't want to go. I will probably just stop in Harrisonville the next time I come home and have it done there. I feel bad that I'm putting off this whole oil change thing but it's not like I'll be driving at all between now and then so I guess I won't be racking up more miles.
The cool thing about that CD that you left in my car is that the bass of songs comes through a lot better if they're on a CD rather than a tape adapter. When I was driving back from Mor Mor's on Sunday I listened to Turn It Up a few times with the bass up high so I could feel it. It was pretty cool. The only other CD I have in my car is a mix one that Elise made, and there is an old-school Black Eyed Peas song on it that gives me the same artificial feeling of being a badass.
There is this line in How Gee that goes "I wear my sunglasses at night/still 20/20". Cracks me up so much.
Sometimes when I do my laundry, the washing machine just flips out and when I go to put the clothes in the dryer, they're soaking wet. It's really annoying because dryer cycles are an hour, and this load is going to take at least two cycles to get dry. On any other night I'd be in bed by the time it's done. First world problems.
There's only one remaining day of teaching for Literature of Adolescents. I am ecstatic. I can't wait to be done. If there's one thing this class has done for me, it's shown me how unready I am to be a teacher. Thankfully I have a couple more years before I have to step out on my own with this. It's pretty scary to think about, but then again most of what makes being a grown up makes me sick to think about. There's nothing quite like independence to make a body feel vulnerable. I'm determined to own it though, just you wait.
The window in our room has been wide open for weeks. It got pretty cold outside a few times, but it never matters - regardless of the weather outside, it is always a steady 75-82 degrees in this room. There is nothing to do that will make it any cooler. Part of the reason is because the heater is right below the window, so it blows up a hot air barrier that prevents anything cold from coming in. The heater never turns off. The last three nights my roommate went and slept in her friend's room downstairs just because it was too hot to sleep. It doesn't bother me when I fall asleep, but there's nothing quite like waking up sweaty to make a body feel cranky in the morning.
I am probably going to watch that movie you recommended while I wait for my laundry to finish. I can never resist beautiful people being talented on screen. You know how I am.
-Amy
P.S. I forgot it was Valentine's Day, because I was too busy thinking about other things. But there was chocolate fondue in the cafeteria today, so that was cool. Thankfully no one's been particularly mushy in my vicinity, but I was at Wal-Mart earlier and there were a lot of uncomfortable-looking men buying roses. It warmed my heart a little.
P.P.S. I also bought you a birthday present today. It is pretty exciting.
P.P.S. My eccentric World Masterpieces teacher also celebrated today by breaking off from Dante's Inferno, which we're reading, to read several famous subtly suggestive love poems of yore. We all lol'd, but it was also pretty awkward, because Shakespeare sure was into innuendo. Dang.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
It is pretty late.
It is pretty late. However, I slept in this morning, and I can sleep in tomorrow, so I am probably okay.
So you may have forgotten (you haven't, because I think I have probably told you a few times by now), but I am in choir. And I am not the hugest fan of it. I mean, I adore singing and getting better at singing, but everything else is not the greatest. But this weekend, my choir had two days of singing at a a conductor's symposium - basically grad conductors and student teaching conductors from all around the Midwest came to conduct our choir, and then receive pointers from other, more experienced conductors. Anyway, basically what this meant is that there wasn't really any actual scrutiny on us for a change, but scrutiny towards the conductor instead. But we still had to sing for two hours straight last night (past my bedtime) and two hours straight this afternoon. It was actually pretty tiring and I think I was dehydrated after today. Also I learned that conducting is basically upper-body dancing - they even use the same lingo (choreography, flow, step, flexibility, etc.).
Anyway what I meant to say with all that was that I made friends with the lady who stands next to me in 2nd sopranos (she sells for Mary Kay and offered me a free facial because my eyes "speak" to her - how could I refuse??), and also I got to talk to the Korean girl in the choir too and she offered me help with Korean if I ever needed it. She also said that she knows a lot of American people who are her friends who are teaching English in Korea, so that made me pretty happy. I already have a few questions lined up to ask her next choir class. The most pressing one is, since age and seniority is so important, how does one find out how old the people they meet are (if it's not clear)? Do you ask right away what year they were born, or do you just speak respectfully until they let you know? That's the most important question to me right now because it's not something I can just google. I can google almost everything but not that. I really feel like it would be rude to refer to someone as agasshi or tangshin or something like that if you've just met them. Is it ever possible to be too formal? I guess you could just use their name with sshi added whenever you're speaking to them instead of any pronouns. But that is bad for me because I'm horrible at remembering people's names, even in English. Maybe this will help me.
I filled out some scholarship applications today. I don't know if I'm an exceptional enough student to get any, but my fingers are crossed. Plus the little cover letter I wrote for each one was pretty good. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's turning a pretty phrase (it's been confirmed that that is, indeed, the only thing I'm good at). As far as writing went, I actually did a lot. On one of my breaks I started working on one of my old stories again. I had to do a lot of research for it, but I finally got up the courage to write about a guy with PTSD... they say "write what you know", but the truth is that I've already done that, and I've run out of things I know, because it turns out I know very little, and even less that's interesting. So we'll see how this goes.
So I'm halfway through the teaching that we're doing in my Literature for Adolescents class. In a way, it's both better and worse than I expected. Turns out I have an exactly spot-on pre-assessment of my own teaching abilities... I gave a 20-minute lecture on Tuesday and it turned out exactly how I predicted: boring, nerve-racking, and I made too many hand gestures. What I do when I'm at a loss for words is I move my hands a lot in a really meaningless way. As I'm doing it, I'm fully aware of it, but there is literally nothing I can do to stop it. In the end, I spent hours and hours preparing for that lecture and it ended up falling a bit flat just how I thought it would. Even though we weren't very rehearsed, all my group fellows did really well because they're all quite charismatic. It was a little disheartening. Jamie says I should go into theater, and I think I'm tempted (right now the determining question is, do I want to be stressed out and hungry, or not stressed out and really hungry?). Anyway, we've done two days of teaching and we have two more, and I'm crossing my fingers. I have a pretty big part to play on Tuesday, and I hope I can be interesting about it. But how do you rehearse interestingness? All I know how to do is rote memorization, and that is boring as a rock (if a rock also gestured lamely). It's not very good for my other classes, either. Even though I got 39/40 on my first History exam, I haven't been able to do all the reading for my other literature classes (Dante's Inferno in three days for one, and Huck Finn in three days for the other) and it makes me feel stupid when I go to class and I don't have anything interesting to contribute to the class discussion. I've done a lot of the reading for next week though, so that will probably be better. Having a weekend where I wasn't home has been good, because home is really bad for my homework getting-done skills.
I don't know if you have watched much Hello Baby lately, but I wanted to tell you about how I watched what's available from the 5th season (it's airing, so there are only 4 episodes). At first I didn't like it because MBLAQ aren't even half as cute as SHINee, plus they have to take care of three kids who are YooGeun's age (about 4). But after watching it for a little longer, it really took a turn for the serious... the group really had no idea to deal with three kids, two of whom had really strong personalities, and almost right away they were kind of forced into making decisions about real, actual discipline and routines and being really mindful of what they said around the kids. I think because the group itself is older (maknae is 19, leader is 25), they were able to make more serious decisions about what to do about kids that were energetic or hurtful or really disrespectful. I actually don't think you would like it at all, because it was filled with really uncomfortable or horrible moments where either the kids or the dads or both would make a bad decision on camera and no one would know what to do. Eventually they went to see a child psychologist and she helped them out a lot and it was really cool to watch them come to these realizations about parenting that had never crossed their minds before, and then earnestly try to do better with the kids. Anyway, in that way it really reminds me of Supernanny, which my roommate watched marathon-style all day today (it's either marathon style or nothing), and which I adore. Supernanny is seriously one of my role models.
Anyway I'm totes going to bed now. I always think I'm going to make these posts brief but it never works. Sorry.
안녕,
Amy
So you may have forgotten (you haven't, because I think I have probably told you a few times by now), but I am in choir. And I am not the hugest fan of it. I mean, I adore singing and getting better at singing, but everything else is not the greatest. But this weekend, my choir had two days of singing at a a conductor's symposium - basically grad conductors and student teaching conductors from all around the Midwest came to conduct our choir, and then receive pointers from other, more experienced conductors. Anyway, basically what this meant is that there wasn't really any actual scrutiny on us for a change, but scrutiny towards the conductor instead. But we still had to sing for two hours straight last night (past my bedtime) and two hours straight this afternoon. It was actually pretty tiring and I think I was dehydrated after today. Also I learned that conducting is basically upper-body dancing - they even use the same lingo (choreography, flow, step, flexibility, etc.).
Anyway what I meant to say with all that was that I made friends with the lady who stands next to me in 2nd sopranos (she sells for Mary Kay and offered me a free facial because my eyes "speak" to her - how could I refuse??), and also I got to talk to the Korean girl in the choir too and she offered me help with Korean if I ever needed it. She also said that she knows a lot of American people who are her friends who are teaching English in Korea, so that made me pretty happy. I already have a few questions lined up to ask her next choir class. The most pressing one is, since age and seniority is so important, how does one find out how old the people they meet are (if it's not clear)? Do you ask right away what year they were born, or do you just speak respectfully until they let you know? That's the most important question to me right now because it's not something I can just google. I can google almost everything but not that. I really feel like it would be rude to refer to someone as agasshi or tangshin or something like that if you've just met them. Is it ever possible to be too formal? I guess you could just use their name with sshi added whenever you're speaking to them instead of any pronouns. But that is bad for me because I'm horrible at remembering people's names, even in English. Maybe this will help me.
I filled out some scholarship applications today. I don't know if I'm an exceptional enough student to get any, but my fingers are crossed. Plus the little cover letter I wrote for each one was pretty good. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's turning a pretty phrase (it's been confirmed that that is, indeed, the only thing I'm good at). As far as writing went, I actually did a lot. On one of my breaks I started working on one of my old stories again. I had to do a lot of research for it, but I finally got up the courage to write about a guy with PTSD... they say "write what you know", but the truth is that I've already done that, and I've run out of things I know, because it turns out I know very little, and even less that's interesting. So we'll see how this goes.
So I'm halfway through the teaching that we're doing in my Literature for Adolescents class. In a way, it's both better and worse than I expected. Turns out I have an exactly spot-on pre-assessment of my own teaching abilities... I gave a 20-minute lecture on Tuesday and it turned out exactly how I predicted: boring, nerve-racking, and I made too many hand gestures. What I do when I'm at a loss for words is I move my hands a lot in a really meaningless way. As I'm doing it, I'm fully aware of it, but there is literally nothing I can do to stop it. In the end, I spent hours and hours preparing for that lecture and it ended up falling a bit flat just how I thought it would. Even though we weren't very rehearsed, all my group fellows did really well because they're all quite charismatic. It was a little disheartening. Jamie says I should go into theater, and I think I'm tempted (right now the determining question is, do I want to be stressed out and hungry, or not stressed out and really hungry?). Anyway, we've done two days of teaching and we have two more, and I'm crossing my fingers. I have a pretty big part to play on Tuesday, and I hope I can be interesting about it. But how do you rehearse interestingness? All I know how to do is rote memorization, and that is boring as a rock (if a rock also gestured lamely). It's not very good for my other classes, either. Even though I got 39/40 on my first History exam, I haven't been able to do all the reading for my other literature classes (Dante's Inferno in three days for one, and Huck Finn in three days for the other) and it makes me feel stupid when I go to class and I don't have anything interesting to contribute to the class discussion. I've done a lot of the reading for next week though, so that will probably be better. Having a weekend where I wasn't home has been good, because home is really bad for my homework getting-done skills.
I don't know if you have watched much Hello Baby lately, but I wanted to tell you about how I watched what's available from the 5th season (it's airing, so there are only 4 episodes). At first I didn't like it because MBLAQ aren't even half as cute as SHINee, plus they have to take care of three kids who are YooGeun's age (about 4). But after watching it for a little longer, it really took a turn for the serious... the group really had no idea to deal with three kids, two of whom had really strong personalities, and almost right away they were kind of forced into making decisions about real, actual discipline and routines and being really mindful of what they said around the kids. I think because the group itself is older (maknae is 19, leader is 25), they were able to make more serious decisions about what to do about kids that were energetic or hurtful or really disrespectful. I actually don't think you would like it at all, because it was filled with really uncomfortable or horrible moments where either the kids or the dads or both would make a bad decision on camera and no one would know what to do. Eventually they went to see a child psychologist and she helped them out a lot and it was really cool to watch them come to these realizations about parenting that had never crossed their minds before, and then earnestly try to do better with the kids. Anyway, in that way it really reminds me of Supernanny, which my roommate watched marathon-style all day today (it's either marathon style or nothing), and which I adore. Supernanny is seriously one of my role models.
Anyway I'm totes going to bed now. I always think I'm going to make these posts brief but it never works. Sorry.
안녕,
Amy
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Seventeen to One, Complete Victory.
Shinwoo, beasty as always,
fights crime on his off days.
He's probably wrestled a monster,
and now he wears its downy soft fur,
as a fashionable and stylish shirt,
when he fights he's swift and curt,
though the damage done is extensive,
he gets the point across, and the victims live.
Seventeen to one, complete victory,
Kang Shinwoo, as cool as could be.
Kang Shinwoo is a totally gentleman,
he stayed with the girl, when other boys ran.
The guys are all incredibly jealous,
They get angry and make a fuss,
They leave their girls and go sell drugs,
But its Shinwoos job to fight the thugs,
He gets on his bike and chases them down,
They're under a bridge, out side of town.
Using only his helmet and back belt kung fu,
They dream of doing what Shinwoo can do,
but its Seventeen to one, complete victory,
Because Shinwoo is as cool as could be.
They're all knocked out, in a pile on the ground,
Shinwoo tightens his tie and leaves without a sound,
There are seventeen girls, without a date,
cause their boyfriends are thugs, which they hate.
But Shinwoo is there, and they're all in awe,
Hes the most handsomest man they ever saw,
Seventeen to one, complete victory,
Kang Shinwoo, as cool as could be.
-Michelle Sullivan
fights crime on his off days.
He's probably wrestled a monster,
and now he wears its downy soft fur,
as a fashionable and stylish shirt,
when he fights he's swift and curt,
though the damage done is extensive,
he gets the point across, and the victims live.
Seventeen to one, complete victory,
Kang Shinwoo, as cool as could be.
Kang Shinwoo is a totally gentleman,
he stayed with the girl, when other boys ran.
The guys are all incredibly jealous,
They get angry and make a fuss,
They leave their girls and go sell drugs,
But its Shinwoos job to fight the thugs,
He gets on his bike and chases them down,
They're under a bridge, out side of town.
Using only his helmet and back belt kung fu,
They dream of doing what Shinwoo can do,
but its Seventeen to one, complete victory,
Because Shinwoo is as cool as could be.
They're all knocked out, in a pile on the ground,
Shinwoo tightens his tie and leaves without a sound,
There are seventeen girls, without a date,
cause their boyfriends are thugs, which they hate.
But Shinwoo is there, and they're all in awe,
Hes the most handsomest man they ever saw,
Seventeen to one, complete victory,
Kang Shinwoo, as cool as could be.
-Michelle Sullivan
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
poo.
Amy, your news about my surprise birthday party saddens me greatly. If you are too busy right now to do it, we can do it later. and by later I mean in three weeks or so. Whatever part of the planning is hard for you, I can do. Like who to invite and when to do it.
BUT IT WOULD BE REALLY COOL IF YOU WERE STILL INVOLVED IN THE MAJORITY OF THE PLANNING. : D
Amy, if I had a little sister that wanted me to do something great like plan her sixteenth birthday party, I would be honored!
No, but if you really are too busy I guess you don't have to do it....
Quote of the day,
"I can't sleep in Shinwoo's room. He's a man." - mi nam
"What?"
"Oh.....you are too...." mi nam
"So are you!"
BUT IT WOULD BE REALLY COOL IF YOU WERE STILL INVOLVED IN THE MAJORITY OF THE PLANNING. : D
Amy, if I had a little sister that wanted me to do something great like plan her sixteenth birthday party, I would be honored!
No, but if you really are too busy I guess you don't have to do it....
Quote of the day,
"I can't sleep in Shinwoo's room. He's a man." - mi nam
"What?"
"Oh.....you are too...." mi nam
"So are you!"
Monday, February 6, 2012
"I think I'll make a quick post before really getting into my homework" *writes post that, if printed, could probably be used as a doorstop*
A few items:
Firstly, I can't believe you're watching You're Beautiful right after, and I mean right after finishing PT. Sometimes you are hopeless, like me. I guess the post-show blues go to you pretty seriously if you just jumped right into the next one. Anyway, it's a pretty adorbs show, so you have that at least. Also, ShinWoo is officially cool, forever.
Second, my playlist I made is now awesome, so listen to it when you can, because there is some really good stuff on there that you may or may not have heard yet. I am listening to it now, and I am on Breakdown by Taeyang, one of the happiest-sounding songs ever.
Third, tomorrow is the first day that we're teaching my Adolescent Literature class, and I have experienced several stages of nervousness this afternoon alone. I'm not necessarily afraid of speaking in front of people, so right now my biggest fear is disappointing my group fellows by making a presentation that falls below their expectations. I know I'm the maknae by at least two years, but I'm still feeling a lot of pressure just because they're really good and I'm, well, not. I'm rewriting my lesson plan right now, because I have had a lot of caffeine and sugar, so I am ready for anything (excluding sleep, and really, who needs it?). I figure if I spend two minutes talking about DESE standards, and three minutes talking about each of the five lesson plan questions, I will easily have a fifteen-minute presentation, which should be a fairly okay. And I think I might have enough material to do that, so I guess all I need to do now is figure out how to make it interesting (a daunting task). My roommate has advised me to feign sickness and just stay home, and I am sorely tempted. If only my suck-up tendencies would allow such a thing.
Fourth, you know about that party thing you keep talking about? Yeah, the truth is that every time I think about it I feel that sense of encroaching doom. Not because it's your birthday, but because I think my head is about to explode. I think it's an actual mental disorder, the fear of an exploding head.
Actually, I wasn't expecting this, but I just googled it and it turns out exploding head syndrome is a real thing. My existence has been legitimized.
Long story short, it would be awesome to have a party for you, especially since it's your sweet 16 and stuff, but a surprise party may not be possible. The truth is that right now any party you throw or we throw together would literally be a hundred percent better than anything I could come up with on my own in the middle of my student teaching. It looks like you have a lot of good ideas so, by rights, it should be you figuring out what the party's going to be all about. It would be awesome if I could help though, so I can feel useful as a person once again (college kills personality). Like, I am pretty good at doing things like decorating if someone (you) tells me it looks good. I also crave affirmation.
I had a fifth item, but I forget what it is, and I promised myself that I would only have two items related to Korea.
Oh, I remember now. Today I sped read 90 pages of Dante's Inferno and 70 pages of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. The truth is that such a thing is not possible on this mortal plane, which is why I am a superstar. Or a superhero, depending on how you look at it. Having experienced reading 160 pages in about an hour and a half, I have decided that speedreading should be considered a supernatural power. I know you agree with me (I know no such thing, but if you don't agree with me I will probably come over there and show you my tears of ink to convince you otherwise).
I'm going to go finish my lesson plan now. You can remember me while you're having oodles of fun watching Shinwoo being awesome and Jaekyung being a meanieface but still pretty cool, and Jeremy being the most adorable boy ever. Can you tell I'm jealous? I really regret watching any Hello Baby this afternoon, because even though Shinee as really uncertain fathers is one of the most cutest things I've ever seen, I have so many less interesting and more pressing things to be doing.
Peace,
-Amy
Firstly, I can't believe you're watching You're Beautiful right after, and I mean right after finishing PT. Sometimes you are hopeless, like me. I guess the post-show blues go to you pretty seriously if you just jumped right into the next one. Anyway, it's a pretty adorbs show, so you have that at least. Also, ShinWoo is officially cool, forever.
Second, my playlist I made is now awesome, so listen to it when you can, because there is some really good stuff on there that you may or may not have heard yet. I am listening to it now, and I am on Breakdown by Taeyang, one of the happiest-sounding songs ever.
Third, tomorrow is the first day that we're teaching my Adolescent Literature class, and I have experienced several stages of nervousness this afternoon alone. I'm not necessarily afraid of speaking in front of people, so right now my biggest fear is disappointing my group fellows by making a presentation that falls below their expectations. I know I'm the maknae by at least two years, but I'm still feeling a lot of pressure just because they're really good and I'm, well, not. I'm rewriting my lesson plan right now, because I have had a lot of caffeine and sugar, so I am ready for anything (excluding sleep, and really, who needs it?). I figure if I spend two minutes talking about DESE standards, and three minutes talking about each of the five lesson plan questions, I will easily have a fifteen-minute presentation, which should be a fairly okay. And I think I might have enough material to do that, so I guess all I need to do now is figure out how to make it interesting (a daunting task). My roommate has advised me to feign sickness and just stay home, and I am sorely tempted. If only my suck-up tendencies would allow such a thing.
Fourth, you know about that party thing you keep talking about? Yeah, the truth is that every time I think about it I feel that sense of encroaching doom. Not because it's your birthday, but because I think my head is about to explode. I think it's an actual mental disorder, the fear of an exploding head.
Actually, I wasn't expecting this, but I just googled it and it turns out exploding head syndrome is a real thing. My existence has been legitimized.
Long story short, it would be awesome to have a party for you, especially since it's your sweet 16 and stuff, but a surprise party may not be possible. The truth is that right now any party you throw or we throw together would literally be a hundred percent better than anything I could come up with on my own in the middle of my student teaching. It looks like you have a lot of good ideas so, by rights, it should be you figuring out what the party's going to be all about. It would be awesome if I could help though, so I can feel useful as a person once again (college kills personality). Like, I am pretty good at doing things like decorating if someone (you) tells me it looks good. I also crave affirmation.
I had a fifth item, but I forget what it is, and I promised myself that I would only have two items related to Korea.
Oh, I remember now. Today I sped read 90 pages of Dante's Inferno and 70 pages of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. The truth is that such a thing is not possible on this mortal plane, which is why I am a superstar. Or a superhero, depending on how you look at it. Having experienced reading 160 pages in about an hour and a half, I have decided that speedreading should be considered a supernatural power. I know you agree with me (I know no such thing, but if you don't agree with me I will probably come over there and show you my tears of ink to convince you otherwise).
I'm going to go finish my lesson plan now. You can remember me while you're having oodles of fun watching Shinwoo being awesome and Jaekyung being a meanieface but still pretty cool, and Jeremy being the most adorable boy ever. Can you tell I'm jealous? I really regret watching any Hello Baby this afternoon, because even though Shinee as really uncertain fathers is one of the most cutest things I've ever seen, I have so many less interesting and more pressing things to be doing.
Peace,
-Amy
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Oh, Being Sixteen
Wow, there, 16. Its right around the corner. Like, LESS THAN TWO WEEKS AWAY. wow. WOW. I don't know what I'm going to do on my birthday, but it definitely won't be school or anything depressing like that. I'll probably spend the whole day reading the letters to myself that I'm supposed to open when I turn sixteen. I hope one of them has money in it.
Amy, that language thing IS really confusing, but I'll figure it out. Ya know, cause I'm cool like that.
Also, Taeyang. GAH.
Back to my Birthday. My party. Now, I don't know if you've already got this thing planned, but if you don't, gosh, two weeks is a short time. Just saying. In case you didn't know. because I don't know how many party's you've planned, in your life.
Oh no dad is singing along to Big Bang.
Yeah, I watched some more of Personal Taste. Oh my gosh its so incredibly funny. It makes me lawl and squirm a lot.
Oh yaaay you're coming home this weekend! We're gonna be super busy, but when we aren't we're going to watch Personal Taste and eat cookie dough and ramen noodles with chopsticks (YES, I do mean cookie dough with chopsticks. Get on my level) and talk about Taeyang and how he looks like Channing Tatum. Also I'll probably show you what I have of the Neverland dance. I don't have it memorized but I have MOST of it down (the "most" in caps means that there is a great deal of it that I don't know very well, but I can pretty much do the whole thing ok, and I've got the chorus down.)
Anyway, my birthday party: Don't do party favors. I know mom will want to. But here's the deal, I used to go along with that, but now its like, what the heck? "Here, let me give you a present for having a really fun time." thats lame and no one does that. The present is my presence.
And no, I don't want a pinata. But maybe a pinatas worth of candy. And yes, rollerskating is included in the 'no skating' rule. We aren't like five. Though I really enjoy skating to my song of choice. But another time, another time.
Stay Classy,
Michelle
Amy, that language thing IS really confusing, but I'll figure it out. Ya know, cause I'm cool like that.
Also, Taeyang. GAH.
Back to my Birthday. My party. Now, I don't know if you've already got this thing planned, but if you don't, gosh, two weeks is a short time. Just saying. In case you didn't know. because I don't know how many party's you've planned, in your life.
Oh no dad is singing along to Big Bang.
Yeah, I watched some more of Personal Taste. Oh my gosh its so incredibly funny. It makes me lawl and squirm a lot.
Oh yaaay you're coming home this weekend! We're gonna be super busy, but when we aren't we're going to watch Personal Taste and eat cookie dough and ramen noodles with chopsticks (YES, I do mean cookie dough with chopsticks. Get on my level) and talk about Taeyang and how he looks like Channing Tatum. Also I'll probably show you what I have of the Neverland dance. I don't have it memorized but I have MOST of it down (the "most" in caps means that there is a great deal of it that I don't know very well, but I can pretty much do the whole thing ok, and I've got the chorus down.)
Anyway, my birthday party: Don't do party favors. I know mom will want to. But here's the deal, I used to go along with that, but now its like, what the heck? "Here, let me give you a present for having a really fun time." thats lame and no one does that. The present is my presence.
And no, I don't want a pinata. But maybe a pinatas worth of candy. And yes, rollerskating is included in the 'no skating' rule. We aren't like five. Though I really enjoy skating to my song of choice. But another time, another time.
Stay Classy,
Michelle
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