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Name: Catherine
Birthday: 5/2/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: AIMing, sleeping, watching Friends and Will&Grace, shopping, writing, and watching Tom Jones with nelle and helen :)
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Member Since:
11/17/2002
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| This is what happens when you spend four years studying the liberal arts, or something: ODS: i was sitting there like, "hmm... area of a circle... pi... umm... something pi..." pi minus 4ac? no that's not right ODS: it's like being illiterate me: area of a circle. hmm. isnt that... r^2 ? me: what IS it?! me: oh i forgot about pi. omg. wow. | | |
| three things:
1. I am tipsy off $3000 bottle wine.
2. I learned today that "cherryboy" means a boy who is a virgin (pronounced in japanized english)
3. Isn't it weird when you look at a photo of yourself, and very clearly see that you are, in fact, the combination of both of your parents? I think so.
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| Today while channel surfing in hopes of catching a glimpse of my favorite Japanese pop idol, I came across an interesting news feature on the new Burger King that just opened in downtown Shinjuku. People were decked out in Burger King gear, wearing the cheesy cardboard crowns (who does that anymore, really?) and taking eager bites of their whoppers with such enthusiasm you would think they were munching on pricey gourmet goods rather than dollar burgers.
This is one of the many reasons I love Tokyoites. Not only do people flock to grand openings of stores like Burger King, Krispy Kreme and KFC and wait patiently for hours to put in their orders, news reporters go on TV and hawk the burgers unapologetically and with such genuine appreciation for their fast food purchases. A burger is not just a burger in Tokyo and going to Burger King is an experience, not just a meal.
What really seems to lie at the bottom of this, though, is that in Tokyo, mainstream phenomena are celebrated, not scoffed at. The same desperately nonchalant hipsters smoking cigarettes on street corners in Berkeley most certainly exist in Tokyo as well, but they will line up just as eagerly outside a fast food joint as they would outside an underground club. Being "in" does not mean being decidedly "out" and it took a lot of head-scratching before I could grasp this bizarre fact. The unbridled enthusiasm that keeps Burger King sales high is also part of the
feeding frenzy that drives the rest of Tokyo's unique trends: the now
famous Harajuku fashion, charms in all shapes and sizes, a Disney
obsession that most Americans feel compelled to grow out of by the time they hit 10.
In conclusion, I'm a big fan of this city. For one who has had to constantly defend her musical tastes and interests against the judgmental sneers of the "I-can't-believe-you-listen-to-Britney-Spears" types, I feel quite at home here. And for you skeptics, I say leave your sarcasm at the door - for once! - and enjoy popular culture (food and otherwise) for the flashy, sugar-saturated goodness that it is. It makes your days less complicated, and in my opinion, a lot more pleasant. Think of all the pop tracks you can stop hiding under fake titles on your iPod and the clunky Uggs you no longer have to apologize for. Exciting, no?
In the spirit of this post, I am going to purchase something pink and shiny and hang it unabashedly from my cell phone. Of course, I guess there wasn't much stopping me from doing that before I watched this Burger King clip.
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| at the end of my rather unremarkable day after watching another episode of yet another reality tv show, i returned to my laptop to find this pleasant surprise:
HaPpYBdAyCaT (10:41:51 PM): HAPPY BELATED BDAY
Auto Response from LiLDuMPliNG 31 (10:41:33 PM): im bored.... come play
HaPpYBdAyCaT (10:49:53 PM): sorry i missed it by a day =(
HaPpYBdAyCaT (10:54:44 PM)::D :D :D
for the past 8 years, an old friend has given me the best b-day gift each year :) thanks resten... and fuck are we old or what?!
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| with every birthday i like to do a quick self-evaluation.
you are supposed to get wiser as you get older if you believe in cliches (which i do, sadly) and so applying this logic i should know better than to expect people to be more than they are or do more than they are willing. to avoid disappointment you should in theory, expect nothing. expecting nothing means not hoping for some sudden change or revelation. i actually think this thinking is a sign of maturity, but it's rather hard to achieve and i am not quite there.
i think most of the time people don't really change, they just get older.
with that in mind, i'm turning 22 on wednesday. i wish i could roll my life out on a timeline and plot backward so i could really see how far i've come.
anyway, 22 means graduation and leaving berkeley very soon. i think i'm definitely ready to move on. i'm getting sick of seeing the same streets over and over again. granted, moving on means moving to a new set of the same streets over and over again, but each time that switch happens i think, to borrow from someone who knows me very well, "my world gets a little bigger", and that is certainly very exciting :)
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