FYE - Frances Choe

namaste interim

5:54 pm

back home...real home with over 20 sq feet to move around, functioning kitchen, etc...(kitchen meaning that i de-boxed, beat, baked, and devilled egg-ed some frustration and boredom immediately upon coming home)...also came back expecting warm welcome and was again disappointed as mummy blew her cheeks out and made what i thought was a pretty good impression of an expanding baloon, laughing turned into choking as i realised she was referring to my waistline...

on a different note, although the end of interim makes for a slightly sad frances, events like the Dance and Tai Chi extravaganza and the Pro-wrestling Smackdown were lovely diversions...pictures to follow as i've forgotten the cable to connect my camera to my laptop, and unfortunately as i unsuccessfully attempted to bang the camera into the hardrive and transfer the pictures by force, my lovely little fan fans will have to wait until my lacerated fingers heal...(sigh) i suppose that's how bad karma will sneeze on you for being quite non-yogic

still struggling with triangle pose and her head stand, frances

some wonderful(not) motherly advice

6:53 pm

visiting home this weekend...again...which inevitably results in a situation where i pretend to listen to mummykins blabbering about something which would still not make much sense if i had been paying attention in the first place..."did i ever tell you...you know how (family friend) got her husband to notice her?"...i grit my teeth and opened the fridge as a distraction as mom started tutting and giggling at the same time..."no, how?"..."when they were at university she would bring him apples and fruits and then he asked her to the movies after a while..."

...AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

...not that it couldn't be cute in an odd old-fashioned chaperoned dating corset wearing petticoat bloomer pantibus undergarment age way...

mulling over the language of lurrrrrv through fruits and veg yours, frances

interim ending blues

4:19 pm

only during interim is it completely normal to:

have half naked, masked, costumed, bedecked, in character, etc. wrestlers invade burwell and jump from tables, hit each other over the head, and knock over tables to emerge in a flurry of napkins to promote the wrestling exhibit of sorts next week

drive around with friends from out of town at wee hours in the morning trying to find the mcdonald's off the i-85 roundabout, and only after going around in small circles realise it's been bulldozed

on a different note...some friends from clemson managed to come up and are much better at keeping in touch with highschool friends than i am, and apparently a lot of our charleston chums are moving away...but this slightly unhappy thought was soon put out of mind as we were later dancing and getting buck in my dorm room five minutes later...

'i used to luff her but den i hyad to keel her'

4:33 pm

nice brazillian substitutes now living with the fam:1

times have spotted eccentric, strawdoll toting, bible verse editing prophecisers of doom: 2

awkward pooping questions in yoga class: too many

in an effort to fill the void i ripped into the heart of my family upon leaving for college, my mother has replaced me...with a year younger, brazillian, fresh faced, skinnier, more confident version of me...if i was year younger, from sao paolo, named olivia, and had an ounce of confidence...walked into the house for a weekend visit prepared to lay down the law but instead was met with the situation of my mother having to explain that evaporated milk was available at the local bi-lo and that in order to make the 'special desert' olivia didn't have to lug cans of it across the border...i have to admit that i felt a little left out as they went to panera for lunch while i was taking a light, short 3 hour nap, then waking to realise that it was suddenly dark outside with my yoga book stuck to my face and sweating under some giant duvet that i had crawled under...but in the car i willingly, gracefully accepted her as another part of the fam when in response to my sister mumbling something about a song 'about this guy who i don't know but he like loved this woman but then he killed her and like ate her or something' olivia brightly responded 'oooooh i dink i hyeard dat eet wuz popularr in braseel, it wuz like 'i used to luff her but den i hyad to keel her''...the laughter that ensued was mum's excuse for nearly hitting the very solid concrete median on the way to dinner

on another related note, spartanburg is currently...or at least i in spartanburg am being haunted by a winnebago defacing individual with a ragdoll who stands on roadsides and yells things about the second coming and how ronald reagan is apparently the SECOND beast...of something...it brought a smile to my face that i'm not the only sane person in this crazy world

...and....questions like 'do you tend to develop gas or become constipated easily?' and 'are you very regular in your bowel habits?' had to be nervously filled out as i looked uncomfortably around the classroom in the afternoon session yesterday in order to figure out my 'dosha' or body type within the world of ayurvedic medicine...so i suppose in the eternal wisdom of scrubs it really is true...'everything comes down to poop'

your vegi, granola chomping, rice craving, yoga loving moi, frlrrlrlrlrlrllllances

let it snow

6:16 pm

lovely little refreshing day as a) interim class was cancelled due to the inclimate weather, snow blanketing every surface, little rosy cheeked children decking the halls and pelting each other with snowballs hiding pointy rocks, everyone happy with their seven or eight remaining, functioning fingers...and b) because of cancelled class i managed to start a new painting just filled from side to side, top to bottom, with angsty tortured soul d'artiste screaming for recognition, free goods from big name logo slapping corporation biggies, anything and everything...have also ignored the yoga homework i've been successfully ignoring for the past few days as well, neglecting it like the newborn baby it can sometimes be

on that interim note, had a singing metal bowl/meditation workshop the other day...walked in to the smell of incense and good vibrations...er...vibrating in the air, felt relaxed and energized afterwards but later thought back and realised how crazy the class must've looked to someone passing by innocently...all of us lying on the floor at one point with metal bowls on our stomachs and the guest prancing around the room hitting the bowls with various mallets...or at the one point in time when he was singing gutterally and his eyes rolled into the back of his head...

ringing in b flat and trying to find more oneness with the universe, frances

interim indulgence in idleness

10:07 am

sitting in front of computer trying to ignore yoga homework...the "Rejuvenating and relaxing" i told everyone proudly about over winter hols has rather turned into general laziness, sleeping in whenever possible, and eating obscene amounts bad bad and yest so good chinese food...so equally glorious by my standards...however, me et best fry found some hidden sights of spartanburg on our three hour denial of being lost in the car last night...thankfully we found i-85 at some point...which by the way does the strangest things, ie. do the scariest roundabout with two lanes (inside one utterly pointless except for clutching you in its tricky grasp and will make you go around in endless circles during heavy traffic), and magically pop up on one road so that when you thought you were on a two lane backroad to somewheres you suddenly find yourself on interstate traffic...but like any good wayward traveller i managed to snap a few good pics...



the looming desolate buildings of spartanburg presbyterian's dorms...perhaps it's the lighting, or the obvious bias, but it looks rather like a certain government run institutionaly correctional containment area otherwise colloquially known as a jail, prison, or 'the big house'...




some great street art, just when i thought that there was nothing even closely resembling an art scene in spartanburg







and yes, we've struck again... in our divinely inspired mission to capture every bronze statue/grouping of freakish bronze figures in the town, i present you with... EINSTEIN...

on a different note, valentine's is coming up and so for some reason one of my very happy very married aunts in a recent conversation was probing into the corners and crevices of my "relationships"

v happy v married aunty: ...but Frances you're so young...oh, i remember when i was your age and i also thought that i was never going to get married, and *strange gutteral huffing sound* i didn't need a man...

moi: i...er...well i mean i'm just being realistic...and i don't think tha-

aunty: *now a cross between a tsking and guffawing noise* don't any of your FRIENDS have boyfriends or anything like that?...hmmmmmmm?

moi: (at which point i had abandoned all hope of reconnecting with Earth)...well...yes, but i'm planning on smothering her before valentine's...

mischieviously (and not being able to spell it) yours, frances

8:01 pm

note to self...never try to be funny in the girls bathroom...

earlier this afternoon i decided to stick my hand blindly behind the curtain that acts in place of a toilet door in marsh bathrooms and let out a shriek in a pleasant little "hahahailovemybestfriendsortofwatchyourbackifyoucrossmethough" way

I then heard me mateykins say "Frances, what did you just do?" in a very concerned way.

scarlet faced moi: "Oh my god, is there someone else in here?"

...there was indeed someone else other than me bestest fry, and i did indeed just stick my hand into the stall of an absolute stranger.

extremely apologeticly ashen facedly appalled at my own actions, frances

interim day 3?

11:27 am

times that i've been in the front of the class and in the embarassingly awkward derriere showing table position:1

happiness level because of interim:10 ding ding ding

possibility of actually  maybe getting a lot of sleep this month: 100%

on another note, i received what i thought would be a nice little e-mail from mummypoos...it started off "i love you" but then spiralled downward with

"Bill Gatesrecently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things
they did not and will not  learn in school.  He talks about how
feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids
with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure
in the real world.

Rule 1:  Life is not fair - get used to it!

Rule 2:  The world won't care about your self-esteem. The  world
will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about
yourself..."

i'm all for honesty...what i'm not for is annoyingly agressively cold hearted capitalist scrooges determining what exactly failure is or is not for me...

putting curtains up in my cardboard box of a bohemian's hovel, frances

holiday pictures and back to school frigo mold

folly beach in december, stinking annoying bird mafia that pooped all over our lovely beach things, frolicking in the salty salty salty freezing salty waves, view from a room at the grand ol's, lovely korean spread of treats that mum went out and bought immediately upon arriving, tasty cookie...then realising it was a seaweed cookie...which still didn't stop me from eating half the box...

on the mold note...nearly everyone who came back from hols were surprised by the yummy shock of mold growing in the fridge...ours happened to be black and brown with grey fuzz, that turned to tarry sludge as i attacked it with lysol wipes...