Halloween in Santa Barbara

Y'all, this place is insane. I'm visiting my friend who lives here so most of last night was spent partying safely in his house, but we walked down to Del Playa, the main drag, at one point and oh my god, that must be what going mad feels like. There were drunk people everywhere, and all my friends who were here last year say that it seemed emptier last night. No wonder this university has its own strain of syphilis.*

Also, I met a cute sailor and we're going to dinner tonight.


*My friend's roommate claims this isn't true. But he goes to Santa Barbara. He is obviously biased.

Annyong!

So I went to this International Careers Fair today and there was a panel on teaching English abroad and apparently you can make super swank by teaching in South Korea. Like, they have programs that pay for your housing and health insurance and a round trip plane ticket, in addition to giving you a pretty nice salary. So now... I really want to go to Korea. Only for a year or two. To save up enough money to travel all over Asia and Latin America. And maybe some for a grad school program in translation and interpretation?

Oh, plans for the future. I make so many of them.

The cutting edge

This morning I had a meeting with on my fellow directors for this student alumni association we work for. After we had finished our official business, we started talking about history papers and I told her if she needed help finding sources at the library, I would totally be willing to help a sistah out, because I am a history major and thus very familiar with the library.

"Wow," she said, even though my library investigative skills aren't as impressive as they sound. "You know, I think you would be a good journalist."

I laugh, knowing what she does not about my former career aspirations and dashed dreams and disillusionment and all that. "Nah, being a journalist is too much work," I replied. "Plus, journalism is dying."

"True," she nods. "I think blogging is going to take over."

Oh, precious. How insightful. Welcome to 2004.

Look, I like this girl. I really do. She's great to work with. But that was adorably out of date. We've only got two years until the world ends* and I would've thought by now that everyone under the age of 30 was a bit more with the times. But what do I know? I don't even have a Twitter.


*Because Westerners totally have a complete grasp of and solid belief in Mayan cosmology and astronomy and therefore should trust all of their predictions.

Dear vague muscular man with a beard or a sword

Bo Burnham is kind of amazing.

Strike a match on all my wasted time

I'm not gonna lie; I love angry Taylor Swift songs.

Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?

Today in my tutoring seminar, we discussed the aesthetics of Oxford commas. I think lists are more aesthetically pleasing without them. This cute English major thinks thinks the opposite. I'm willing to change my opinion, because he's cute.*





The anecdote and the video are completely unrelated.


*Obviously, kidding. Who would change their opinion just for a guy, even if he is cute?

No hables con ella

Last night we went swing dancing on Sproul, and I met the most forward Asian guy I have ever met in my life. We were talking about Almodóvar movies, and I said I hadn't seen Talk to Her yet, and he said, "Maybe we could watch it together." Hahaha. I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Yeah, maybe."