lunes, 9 de noviembre de 2009

Lunging...With Boots

So I bought these really cute boots at Buffalo Exchange for $15, thinking it was a great deal.

But part of the base material on the heel part is missing on my right boot, causing me to randomly and sporadically almost do what I call a "lunge trip", where my right foot - due to lack of traction - slips forward, causing me to go into quasi-lunge formation. I swear one of these days I am going to sprain my ankle, hardcore. But I can't seem to stop wearing the boots because they are the only pair of shoes that make me feel what I call "Tyra fierce".

Well, that's what you get for shopping at Buffalo, I guess. 

martes, 3 de noviembre de 2009

Selections From Glee

If you walk into a party, and the people are playing Red Wine and/or Sangria Pong, and the music that is blasting is "selections from Glee", then you most likely walked into a gay frat party. And you will most likely enjoy it to the fullest. 

Just a heads up. 

viernes, 9 de octubre de 2009

Overheard: Greek Row Encounters

(Thursday night. Midnight. All within - I'm not even kidding you - a two-minute period:

Overheard: A guy and a girl getting off a charter bus (probably an invite...ughhhh) on Channing Circle. Guy with arm around girl. Stumbling drunkily on the sidewalk. All signs point that they are a couple, until the guy says: "So, wait, what's your last name again??"

Overheard: Biking by. Piedmont and Haste. An AEπ guy talking to a random girl, saying, "Yeah, someone's already walked in on them having sex."



miércoles, 7 de octubre de 2009

UC Motherfucking Berkeley: The WWF of Academics

This blog post is to comment on the lack of blog posts I've written over the past month or so. It's because Berkeley has given me an academic beating that I still have yet to recover from.

That, coupled with my academic amnesia - due to the easy course schedule I purposely arranged for myself in Chile - has made me forget that one must work fairly diligently every day to keep up with the workload, instead of say, going on Facebook roughly 82.5 times throughout the day, Skype-ing with friends, and watching Glee reruns on repeat.

I could go into a more extended analysis of why Berkeley is giving me a repeated intellectual spanking, but I have only alloted myself 2 minutes and 26 seconds for eating and playtime for each meal of the day. 

The alarm just went off. Shit, I have to go.

Dedicated to Zoe Mullendore

I am writing another blog post. It's for Zoe. Because she's bored.

This is the blog post. Hope you're happy.

sábado, 19 de septiembre de 2009

Spotted: Greek Row Encounters

1) Spotted: 3 students walking. One (in the middle) drunker than the others. Arms around the 2 lesser drunks, holding on for dear drunk life, so that he/she (let's be real, she) don't fall to the ground and have their too short dress expose anything their grandma would not want to see. 

2) Spotted: 3 students walking. One (in the middle) drunker than the others. Arms around clutching for support. Drunkey in the middle almost falls down several times. 2 "friends" have to catch her.

3) Spotted: 10 freshman, walking in a group together. Most likely floormates, still in the process of adquiring friendship. Girls, constantly checking and re-checking their hair, as well as pushing the side bangs more to the side to give that "Hey I'm casual but also sexy hair flip." Boys in the group walking together, talking about who drank the most beer the weekend before. Entire group, although they put in a valiant effort to look like chill college students, has that overly eager, "I can't believe I'm finally away from mom and dad and can finally do anything I want!" look on their faces.

4) Spotted: 2 sorority girls, one looking upset and almost crying (probably drunk), the other one consoling her (also probably drunk). Most likely talking about drunk hookup with [insert frat boy's name] and how it was horrible that he didn't call her. Other girl must likely doesn't give a shit about her, but due to sorority pledges of "friendship, unity, sisterhood, and solidarity", feels obliged to "help" her. 

5) Spotted: Group of 3. Obligatory drunk person in the middle. You know the deal.

6) Spotted: Guy and girl, flirting and semi-making out on the street. Most likely will end up in drunk hookup. Guy will probably not call. (See #4).

7) Spotted: Drunk guys in a car driving through whilst saying slightly inappropriate things to the girls passing by.

8) Spotted: Group of 3. Same deal. What is up with these groups of 3 deal??

9) Spotted: Nerdy girl eating shit on a bike in the middle of the crosswalk on Channing Circle. Probably a freshman.

10) Sadly, nerdy girl was actually ME a few weeks ago. 

martes, 15 de septiembre de 2009

Chile and the U.S.: An Overly Simplistic Comparison

Here are some of the things I have noticed here in the U.S. now that I am an obnoxious study abroad snob and claim to know the world because I lived for a handful of months in the upper middle class section of Santiago:

1) Gringos are more distracted than Chileans: Last week, I was sitting in lecture for my Media Studies class (comprising about 50 people), and the girl next to me texted the WHOLE TWO HOURS of lecture!! The most annoying part is that her phone was on vibrate so for the WHOLE TWO HOURS I felt like there was a hive of bees next to my ear. Also, gringos try to multi-task much more. It's not uncommon to be having lunch with friends and have at least one friend be texting as they are talking, or to be texting while someone else is talking, and thus, not participating in the present conversation. I find this annoying. In Chile, this was a very uncommon thing to do. The sad thing is, I'm starting to pick it up again, and hope to reverse this bad habit. Why I feel here that I can't wait another half hour to text (so I don't disrupt bonding time with my friend) I have no idea. No idea.

2) Cars actually stop for pedestrians: One of the first things I noticed in Chile was that cars would go at the speed of light down every road possible, and that unless there was a green light for you the pedestrian, you were not safe. They wouldn't even stop for you at designated crosswalks (the one without lights). Even with the green light, you were pushing it. Traffic would also change directions on some major streets later on in the day, which made crossing the street safely a bit more challenging. Here, you can be 10 feet away from the crosswalk, and the car will make a complete stop and (for the most part) patiently wait for you. Ironically, I feel even more nervous with their over-cautiousness here. Probably because I am still in survival mode/extreme distrust of drivers thing that I developed while in Chile that has carried over here.

3) People are on time: WHAT?!?? I'm still trying to re-adjust myself to this concept. In Chile, 1:00 really meant 1:30, and bastantes veces, later than that. Often, when I thought I was late to class, the teacher showed up later than me (and sometimes didn't even show up). So I got used to taking my time and being tranquila about getting somewhere because, really, how "late" could I be?? Ooohhhhh that shit don't fly here. You're 15 minutes late to meet a friend, you are met with an evil glare and/or a mini-interrogation session ("What took you so long?" "Why were you late?" etc). Now I have always been someone that has tended to run on the late side, but now it's even worse. Even with the 10 minute grace period at Berkeley (where classes don't start until 10 minutes after the hour), I still manage to show up late. Which is bad, because whereas my friends are probably grading me on my friendship, at least it doesn't show up on my transcript. Apparently grades in your actual classes do. 

4) People talk over each other much more here: In Chile, conversations were much more tranquilo: I talked, the other person listened, they talked, I listened, and the cycle continued. When I got back, I was so overwhelmed with multiple voices talking at once, someone interrupting me in the middle of my story to tell a story that was related to mine ("That reminds me of the time..."), and voices getting progressively louder to try to grab the story spotlight. Granted, I'm a talker, so it's not like I never do this. But I try my best to grant people their moments. And in Chile, it was just way more calm and relaxing talking to people. It felt like more of a conversation as opposed to a talking competition. Luckily, a lot of my close friends here aren't like this, but it's still very apparent in day-to-day life how group conversation dynamics operate. 

More to add later.....