FYE - Frances Choe

astrology my karma, dharma, reincarnation tooting foot

4:11 pm

'Here's your daily Zodiac Horoscope:

Let's face it, dear Virgo. Today at least, if not at all times, you're likely to find your chores and errands exceedingly boring. You could find yourself watching the clock, feeling an hour go by, and then realizing it's only been ten minutes. If you can put off your tasks until tomorrow, by all means do so. Nothing is so vital as to require your undivided attention all day long. Treat yourself to a fun and carefree afternoon.'

was my incredibly WRONG horoscope for the middle of the second to last week before exams...i am currently pulling at my hair and shaking my fists, booty, and other body parts at the heavens...

pweugh...*sigh*

streeeeeessssss

9:15 am

have been up since 7:30 re-editing a paper...can finally let it go...maybe...i'll just read over it one last time...

9:25 am

and just a final time, for spelling...

9:27 am

couldn't hurt if i just printed it out and then went over it with pen...and then re-edited it...omg my paper is absolute crapola not fit to wipe the floors with...omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg

thanks be to din dins recap

7:39 am

again find myself up at this ungodly, uncaring hour of the walking dead and so on...because as to everything there is a season and i've regulated my sleeping cycle so that now, no matter what time i go to bed and rest my head 'a down to 'a rest i wake up around 7:30...in today's case, 7:00...so aside from lack of sleep this hol, there was the quartered turkey (which i "ironically and so not in an attempt to mock me in front of family friends when offered 'drippin's [or whatever the term is i don't know i don't cook anything requiring more than unwrapping things from the fridge]'" was seated directly in front of)

have also JUST recuperated from feasting induced somnolescencessnessdess...esss...feasting mit papi included ethiopian, indian, and italian food in way too much quantity, but after living on cereal for the past months my mouth rebelled and while i wasn't looking gorged itself...dinner with mumies and the austro-portuguesay gang was at the isolated lakehouse my parents own solely for the purpose of weekend getaways where noone can here you scream...but i am losing myself and probably you in such blatherings...the highlight of dinner with them was probably the discussion on thanksgiving as a harvest feast at which point our family friend looked seriously at everyone with wide eyes and said, "the touurkey came from when the spyaneesh brought it overrrr to Amerrrica becaooouse here in Amerrrica the pyeeepuls was 'a reallly poorrrr"...after a few awkward seconds i bust out laughing, and then my sister threw some ham at me...so maybe i lied about the ham thing, but i wouldn't put it past anyone in my family

on a papi note of things...while in charlotte's borders bookstore  an  older gent was following my dad around for a while and then mustered up the courage to ask him "excuse me sir, are you chinese or indian?"...and then when dad said "well, i was born in south korea"...the man just ran away and disappeared...

and finally, the traffic was horrible on the way back...not completely horriggle, but merging onto the interstate was quite an experience as i had to force eye contact with some sedan riders and wave frantically while mouthing "PLEASE PLEASE LET ME IN" and "FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD ON THIS EARTH LET ME IIIIIIIIIIIIIIN"...oh and of course "thanks"...however, as traffic was moving so slowly for a while, me and my entourage took the opportunity and carpe-ed the diem, dancing maniacally while unabashedly smiling at strangers, making faces at truck drivers, yelling and swaring when said truck drivers then attempted to run us off the road by creeping into our lane, and singing such operatic-like masterpieces like "wuthering heights", "your song", "say my name" and a lot of arctic monkeys (of course with appropriate accents)...of course the moment may have been ruined when i started choking on my own spittle...

and lastly, finally, conclusionally what have you....i had a revelation of sorts on what i'd like to do beyond the gates of le woff woff...as a humanitarian diplomat type personality i envisioned myself machete-ing through thick forests of third world countries, accidentally nicking little children hiding in the foliage, and then stitching them up in a friendly i'm here to help you way...however, as i am not a bio major nor do i really wish to become a doctor stitching up little children is both improbable and illegal...

boundless, full of thanks lurrrrv from moi, frances

from left to right (the way you read...unless you are bilingual or somefing): traffic on I-85, more traffic on I-85 on the way back to wofford from rock hill, lovely statue before, lovely statue after living with kids...yes...i believe your dear hubby's head exploded ma'am.

thanksgeebung

8:01 pm

as thanksgiving is quickly gobbling its way around the metaphorical corner of wed and thursday i've been thinking about things i've been thankful for...as, goodness knows, one needs something to make life less poo and more...er...not poo...what i mean is...that...erm...like...you see i'm a bit of a cynic...and so...therefore really pessimistic at times and perhaps with a touche of the existentialism about me...for example as i type this i'm thinking about trying out the new espresso machine downstairs at me mummykinsies house, and donning an all black outfit for tonight while tipping my beret fashionably over one eye and smoking a really long cigarrrrrrette...as have glasses, the beret will most likely not look fashionable, simply like i've a rolly eye and can't afford an eyepatch...anyhow...to la liste!

things i've just now realised that i should be thankful for even though it's taken me a while to realise that i am indeed thankful for them and that they make me life happy...

1. flight of the conchords in french class..."foux de fa fa" really does teach some important cultural things...as the show does about kiwis and such...

2. cable connection at wofford and for all three tvs at my mother's house so i's can get me weekly fix a lix of " a shot at love with tila tequila"...

3. dani is still on the show "a shot at love with tila tequila"

4. the queen sized bed at afore mentioned house

5. the wireless connection at afore mentioned house

6. the afore mentioned house

7. that good ol' loving papi is flying in from charlotte and since we'll be in charlotte i'll get to eat ethiopian food finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

8. working car to go fetch papi, and therefore, free of the rules that people riding in my old car had to follow on pain of being pitched out the car, namely rule 1: ignore any smells of burning rubber and rule 2: turn the music up really loud and don't complain about the blood pumping out of your ears because its purpose is to block out the sounds of death from the creaking gears, and the struggling metal parts of the undercarriage...

9.that i've got such friends as can laugh at my very true story involving a rutabega, a very large cow, and my left index finger

10. that i've got family that will never question the validity of a story i lied about involving a rutabega, a very large cow, and my left index finger

P.S. ...just now realised i'm still canadian...er...so...why am i celebrating thanksgiving now...

P.P.S. ...MY MOTHER JUST TOOK MY CAR ON A JOYRIDE!...i hear her sneaking back becuase she thinks i'm still asleep...but when she locked the doors it honked...am having extreme difficulty holding in my boundless angeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr

P.P.P.S. ...apparently i left my lights on all night...oops...and she was just being really considerate and seeing if she could still turn it on...double oops

P.P.P.P.S....but you KNOWWWWW she wanted to take my new car for a spin...

P.P.P.P.P.S. ...she did fill up the gas tank however...

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. add that to the thankfulness list... "a full gas tank once in a while, as i've made too much a habit out of only buying between 2-8 dollars worth of gas at a time...which is just enough to make me feel richy rich and able to afford gas once in while, and to keep the gas light from turning on...

1:05 pm

horrigle gorrigle me i know, for not being as update-worthy as usual...call it the odd weather fluctuation from cold to hot and lack of wardrobe planning that has resulted in my wearing shorts in 40 degree weather much too regularly than is healthy...but i've really been rather uninspired lately...or at least all the creative 'ohimanangstyundertwentysomethingcollegiate' has been exploding onto canvas paper and not blogs...but, as the lack of art-ness is going...apparently i can take classes at the arts center just down the street...and i've got a mellow fellow-mate who will do classes with me next semester...for a semi-serious moment, let me just say that i am enjoying wofford more and more as i meet more people...okay, seriuhsssness over...we're being ousted from the rez dorms on chyooosday, whereas most other schools've got the whole week off...i just now figured out how to get the squirty thing working on my windshield wipers in conversation and not whilst actually driving, and i managed to visit a locale de fried food galoriousness "the beacon"









from left to right, my pimento cheese a'plenty...can't see the sandwich? neither could i until about twenty  minutes of no holds barred sticking my fingers through the onion rings and fries, my friend posing delightfully with her hamburger, the mountain of napkins we used while only eating half, mr. beacon himself, and the sign at night...beckoning to people with the desire to pump their arteries with a little more difficulty and fill their bellies...

...on the injury side of things, after waiting for literally two hours in the hospital , half an hour of which involved being shut in a room all by myself...surrounded by tubes, shiny buttons, and amusing diagrams on the stretcher, i finally had my stitches removed...while also being informed "well...if you stub your toe and it opens up again, there's nothing i can do..." after i stopped gaping in horror as images of my foot flashed on my brain, i managed to get myself together and walk carefully away...eyeing every obstacle and hissing in its wake...

P.S. TWO HOURS?!?!?!?!...i mean did the guy bleeding out of his brain really deserve more attention?!
P.P.S. do i really need to know social security numbers and the insurance card holder's birthday for a simple pop in , pop the stitches out, drive away visit?
P.P.P.S. have yet to even begin thinking about getting a head start on the crazy amount of homework i've got to do while listening to other people chewing turkey, and inhaling a pumpkin pie myself...may possibly be problematic...

quesadilla run

5:15 pm

in order to dominate a class activity today, quesadillas de taco bell were a necessity...is quite depressing that despite taking the new car out for a spin numerous times and living in the sparkle city area for over a month, i had no idea that taco bell was behind the school...as such, me matey n i spent an hour driving around town in search of the familiar bell that rings glorious peals of meaty, beefy, cheesy taco, beaney, corn chippy fast food tunes, it was particularly stressful as we had ten minutes till class and were waiting by the teensy drive by window of redemption, and then had to quickly ride away back to campus...we were the last ones to walk in to the laughter of some classmates...embarassing as i had a quesadilla slice in my mouth and was all red faced from running out of the parking lot and the biting wind...

...*sigh* the things i do for my art...er..bloggery...bloggerel...

...including forgetting to turn my phone off and thus remembering and panicking in the knick of time before the "bwaow bwao bwaow bwaaaaaooooow" from let's get it on interrupted class and marvin gaye's voice, "i been really tryyyyyyyyyin baaaaaaaybaaaaaay" or "oooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa baaaaaaaby" made everyone really uncomfortable

...if such an event did occur though, i have to say i would have let it play as i really do love the man...

-off to grow my hair out and don a beanie and numerous beads in the spirit of lurrrrrv and all that is good from the approaching weekend, frances

spring registration

7:54 am

you  may be wondering why i am even up at such a disgustingly early hour...spring registration..which is supposed to be the hardest your freshman year...luckily my rapid typing fingers managed to land all of the classes i wanted but one...which is completely my fault, as only after the error message popped up did i think to myself, "i wonder if i was supposed to e-mail that professor before signing up?"...which i was...so cross my fingers, smack a lamb, and then sacrifice it i hope the prof. will see the desperation in my e-mail i frantically set off twenty minutes ago, and am even more frequently-er...checking for a response...instead i signed up for history of western art I in case i don't get the other class...but i'm sort of regretting it now...as i don't really know anything about art history...

ahhhh the refreshing taste of completely not spoiled milk...ice cold of course so that it doesn't have it's milk taste...cheers, frances

sickness and rampant disease.

6:48 pm

so...after eating half a cup of cereal before realising that the funny taste was not the remnants of toothpaste in my mouth, but indeed spoiled milk...today was not off to a great start...a bit too much cruising with windows down and singing bohemian rhapsody at the top of me teensy lungs in the cold cold air has resulted in an extreme snotting, sneezing, hacking, coughing, teary eyed, red nosed, feverish, and having trouble breathing cold...as well as dizziness...for some reason...anyways, went to health services and found out it was merely congestion...four freebie sinus tabs later and i'm faring much better...i no longer feel as if the world is spinning, and i no longer feel as if a baby elephant is attempting to swallow my face...

lessons learned: always check best before dates, do not be afraid to go to health services, and don't place too much faith in toothpaste aftertastes to equivocate for funny food inside or outside of burwell...

sowwy

3:39 pm

realise that I have not been quite as on top of blog-o-sphere realm of things this week, and for that i aplopelectisize...updates however, the campus has been literally overridden by community bikes! deal being that the community is even closer knit together by sharing these old rusty bikes (with wide set handle bars)...but is quite a nice thing as now have the option to terrorize the on campus wildlife with a set of wheels :)...

however, let us take a moment of seriousnousity to adress the vandalism of marsh...apparently last weekend someone took the time out of their probably packed schedule to regurgitate pathetic anti-semitic graffiti and flyers on the walls of fourth floor girl's hall...if you're out there reading this i hope you feel ashamed, as neither the content nor technique with thich you chose to execute your ill thought out, limited, predjudiced thoughts with absolutely no regard to respectablility...but i'm not angry...just highly vexed, and shocked, and condescending to those thar hooligans...

not that you should be afraid of a lot of incidents like this...but you SHOULD be very very afraid of things like getting the hot sink in the bathroom and realizing that after your hands are crimson red and stinging you are now unable to turn the faucet off...or similarly with the hot shower and a much larger spread of scalded skin, growing harmful molds in refrigerators, finding a parking spot nearby when you've got a temporary limp, and mustering up enough resources to buy groceries, gas, and the impending commercial cash cow for corporations everywhere...CHRISTMAS/CHANNUKAH/KWANZA/OTHER WINTRY FESTIVAL OF SORTS WHERE GIFT GIVING, TURKEYS, AND AKWARD FAMILY CONVERSATION ENSUES!!!

eating animal crackers and consequently becoming very confused as to what sort of animal seems to be a cross between a bison, cow, and lion, yours, frances

chyoosday

4:34 pm

financial situation is bad...

....bought some amazing shoes for my christmas "meet the family and be met with oohs and ahhs of admiration" outfit...and then had to return them after my friend tried them on and realised they were two different sizes...and i can't wear them for the next two weeks becuase my right foot really got into a struggle/battle for all that is just and good in the world with a ladder, and the ladder won...

...it has been brought to my attention that i've not done 'name that tree' yet...but as soon as i am up and running/able to walk properly again i will jump ontop of that, i promise...

*censored* (amazingly bad picture of my mangled foot and the five resulting stitches)

on the academic note of things...i'm busy chomping my fingernails at the thought of registering for classes next semester...for you ib/ap readers out there who are only taking a fun little academic brain break from kafka, descartes, garcia-marquez. allende, socrates, plato, and other wofford-esque graduates...making a 6 on the english hl exam means you've already filled the 100 level english credit hours and can move on ahead to 200...however the catalogue descriptions on bannerweb are rather general so i've no idea if the classes have particular different areas of focus....hmmmmm...not one to throw my fate to the wind i shall draw straws for each professor and whomever wins with the prettiest most multicoloured one will be my first choice...hoorah...

and on a spartanburg note of things...i did not realise the full extent of the threat of the creeping bronze statues who are overpopulating the hidden crevices of the city...their ungratefully taking up sidewalk space and refuse to move or answer when asked for directions...and are generally creepy at all hours of the day    

help stop the statuization of spartanburg and protect our children and seniors from the disease of overzealous bronze casters and sculptors!