What up people. I’m currently in typical 4 p.m. position, that is, sitting in bed blogging from a perilous carpal tunnel-inducing angle.
(Only difference: In a hotel room. In a king size bed. Whee.)
Anyway, I’m back in the Bay this weekend for Intel’s Youth Rock Stars Summit, a gathering of several college tech and lifestyle bloggers for an immersive event at the Intel headquarters. We’re going to check out some sweet new Intel technology, including the Intel Core 2010 processor family, mobile devices for students, gaming, etc. while tweeting/blogging our way through it. Follow the hashtag #intelyouth for updates!
I’m also excited to meet and hang with some of my internet favorites. (That excludes you, Kelly.)
Have you graduated already? How’d you afford to take time for a two week trip throughout California?
I’m graduating in June 2010, but I’m taking a severely reduced course load this quarter. I could have graduated in three years, but studying abroad slowed me down. Not that I’m (any longer) in a rush to get out of school in this economy. The first week of our travels was during my winter break, so I really didn’t miss very much class.
Tell me about love.
It remains the best and worst thing I’ve experienced to date. Best because there’s nothing like it, worst because, well, there’s still nothing like it. At certain points you feel like your heart will burst out of your chest merely from the exhilaration of holding somebody else’s hand. At other points, you play lyrically momentous songs on repeat, find yourself permanently puffy-eyed, drink two bottles of wine by early afternoon, and puke in the hallway of your apartment from heartache.
In short, love terrifies the crap out of me.
See also: Taylor Swift, Fearless album. Girlfriend knows what’s up.
What’s the temperature in California?
It’s been averaging between 60-65 degrees lately, which is pretty f-ing cold around these parts.
How would you spend your day if someone gave you a one million dollar expense?
I’d make some extravagant clothing and accessory purchases, fly somewhere beautifully tropical, snorkel, get a massage on the beach, drink mai tais, and buy my mom a car.
What do you plan to do after college?
Most likely: Move back to my hometown and have my mother hold me whilst I weep over my unemployment.
Ideally: Find an editorial/PR/marketing position in the Bay Area with a company that appreciates my enthusiasm for the interwebs. Allow Momma Wu to feed me until I’ve saved up enough to move to San Francisco so I can cuddle with Belledog on the regular.
Rare possibility: Spend the summer in Taipei, Taiwan at our apartment in Neihu. Teach English, learn Chinese once and for all, bond with my fob-people and explore new horizons of questionable street food.
In my dreams: Land a job that supports my fantasy life of extravagant eating, drinking, and shopping. That also allows me to live in a penthouse. In New York City. Where I will move in with my euro-love Brittany Herbeck and and it’ll be like studying abroad all OVER AGAIN, minus the creepy Greek men.
In my very, very unrealistic dreams: Move back to Cyprus, club my heart out on a nightly basis, and blog about my life. On a yacht.
I like your vocabulary. What kind of books do you read?
Because I say all kinds of intelligent words, amirite? (My latest acquisitions: “douchelord” and “debaucherize.”) I read way more blogs than I read books. I guess: Chick lit, Malcolm Gladwell, David Sedaris, all kinds of nerdy books on business / tech / the internet, self-help because God knows I need it, and honestly, whatever’s on sale at Costco that looks interesting.
If you could win prizes for blacking out and jumping on bandwagons I’d win both. I thought I’d faceplant off this Formspring one because nobody would heart me enough to ask me questions, but whaddya know! Thanks, kiddos, for caressing my internet ego. Even though you totally know you can email me your questions / comments / hopes and dreams ANYTIME, RIGHT? Seriously! Do it! Let’s be friends! But if it takes a form and a little submit box for you to come out of your shells, so be it.
your blog is hilarious - good luck for your senior year and wish you a SUPER sungod to wrap it up :)
I will never manage to pull off butchered grammar and accidental sexual innuendo like my mother does. However, I fully intend on having a kitchen stocked full of foreign substances. I’ll definitely force my kids to suffer through three-hour long Saturday Chinese school that renders their Friday night social life nonexistent. And I may or may not rock a giant plastic visor once my enthusiasm for sun damage begins to reverse itself.
Do you like UCSD?
Actually, no. I’m the biggest, most whine-tastic asshole when it comes to bitching and moaning about my school. Don’t get me wrong — most people absolutely love UCSD. Its year-round Socal weather, its proximity to beaches and its laid-back atmosphere are definite pluses. But I’ve just never felt at home here, nor have I really met the lifelong friends that you expect to emerge from college with (minus Annie, John and Sylvie, LURVE YOU!).
The way the campus is set up (six separate colleges, very huge and spread out) makes it more difficult to meet people. Perhaps I’m just socially lethargic because I never joined any clubs here, either, unless you count my stint at the campus newspaper — but nothing has ever really caught my interest. And I peaced out after a week as a Kappa Zeta Phi pledge. There are no sports teams to rally around here, the alumni network is somewhat of a joke, bureaucratic red tape is always a nightmare and the administration doesn’t appear to give two stinky turds about anybody.
I thought I was just a social outcast with a very narrow taste in friends, but I fell in love with about 10 people while studying abroad for four months, which is already more than I can say for four years at this school.
I love the college-town feel to UC Berkeley and the foodie paradise that is UCLA’s Westwood. I love that NYU is smack in the middle of the city with access to just about everything. (All schools I didn’t get into despite my stellar sob-story essays, prolific participation in extracurricular activities and 2190 SAT score. Metaphorical middle finger to my high school for being the 36th best in the nation, meaning I was ranked like 372/500 and pretty much the class moron.)
UCSD’s La Jolla, on the other hand, is a city that sort of caters to old people with cars and money. I do express the sloth-like behavior of an old person, but I didn’t have a car for my first three years and certainly don’t have money.
Sometimes I regret that I never made any effort to transfer out once I fell into the lazy rhythm of San Diego. That being said, my academic apathy (and the ability to enjoy said apathy and still do moderately well in school) probably contributed to my obsession with the interwebs, which has led to a lot of pretty fantastical things, including my frequent postings to this blog.
Maybe I just need to hit the beach more.
what template are you using for this tumblr?
Familiar? by sparo. Stop trying to copy me, jerk. Just kidding. Totally copy me. Just don’t make yours look better than mine or else I’ll be reminded of my pathetic HTML nonskillz.