A Life Monastic

//This has been now nearing the 2nd week of my life as a Cornell grad. One would think that after a final semester at Cornell, one's life would be smitten with ease and afternoon cosmos with tea biscuits.

// Instead, after a semester of laboring over grand, universal questions of human existence in the likes of what would happen, heaven forbid, if nuclear explosions occurred in space (?!) and meaningless hours of life lost and suffered from a 75 pg long brain fart thesis, losing days of sleep which has assisted in the accumulation of fine wrinkles on my previously supple and youthful asian skin, losing quarts of blood from fine, delicate fingers that wouldn't stop bleeding from practicing the piano for a senior recital, delighting in the frustrations of Nameless Sausage 1, 2 and 3, I find myself quite discombobulated with grief over projects that do not magically appear before me as they once did while I frolicked amid the punitive texts, long and treacherous hikes to and from C-town, drunken white girls, ugly ass men, and scholars of the world that is my heart far above Cayuga's waters in Cornell.

//In a word, I am bleep-ing bored.

//So what has this recent Cornell grad been doing with her life now that she is almost $50,000 in debt?? I am pleased to announce that I have been stimulating my bored brain with mind-numbing TV shows such as True Blood (because I need a vampire fix until 11.10.09 *wink wink*) and the Bachelorette (this dumb bleep best get rid of Wes and marry Jake if she has brains to overcome that hatchet face) and reading trash novels like Kushiel's Dart (thanks Nessa, for shoving this book about fantasy whorehouses in my face as the best-read ever), and investigating the inner workings of the London pub scene for my long awaited coming in fall 2009. and did I mention I started working out, surprise to even myself who considers washing dishes a cardiovascular workout. I want to be ready when I take on Europa.

//If it is not obvious already, I am also unemployed. which is why I also made a pact with Nameless Sausage 3 to get me a bartending/waitressing gig. More to share later.

//Goals of the summer:

1. Lose 10 or 15-because my body should always be a bleep-ing temple.
2. Add some greens to the piggy bank
3. Write a book-if my likes and dislikes are any indication of who I am, my writings would be probably be along the lines of the Gashlycrumb Tinies and entailing S&M, but written for children, of course.
4. Read up on French. The langue d'amour is always a perfect accessory.
5. Compose a song-Robert Pattinson inspired me.
6. Start a blog-well, whatddya know, I think I just completed this goal. Looks like my life is on the right track for summer already.