Monday, March 28, 2011

In life...








I make my own path, my own personal impact.



Sunday, March 27, 2011


I went to dinner at the Spring Rolls in Waterloo last night. They have THE COOLEST/CREEPIEST washrooms ever.

To get to the toilets, you have to go through a door and walk up a flight of stairs.
So when I walked through the door, I entered a whole new world. The entire corridor basked in a sharp red glow, the walls had a polished and streaked wooden look, the staircase was made of some kind of metal, the ceiling lined with glowing, red swirls, and there's ominous, futuristic, music playing in the background.

I honestly felt like I had stepped onto a set for some kind of futuristic zen movie.





Friday, March 25, 2011

Hong Kong
It's done. I'm going. 3 and a half months, I am SO. Excited.
I'm going to miss my friends so incredibly much, but this is a chance of a lifetime, and I'm taking it.

A buzzing metropolitan AND a lush, scenic island.
I cannot wait. Only 4 more weeks.



Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Darren Criss
I ADORE this man.
Not only is he extremely handsome, insanely musically inclined, a Harry Potter geek, and modest to the core, but the way he TALKS. He's so animated, sincere, and charming, it's enthralling. The combination of his smooth voice, choice of vocabulary, and the whimsical, childish ideas that flow out of his mind, it's just stunning and makes me so happy. Did I mention that he's a graduate of the University of Michigan? Education, say whaaat?



^ @1:16 "I think when it comes down to it, this industry was founded upon song and dance. And so this show hearkens back to a very romantic, nostalgic, period in our history that is as simple as song and dance. So that sort of transcends language and ideology. And who doesn't love a little fun on screen with music?"
- Darren Criss

I actually had to dictionary the word "hearkens". And just listening by ear, I thought it was "herken". Daayyumm, Stefanie Chan, you have to step it up a notch if you want to compare to future husband, above (and below).

And not hating on Harry Shum Jr. (I love him), but he sounded a little less than intelligent when he spoke after Darren did his spiel.



"But it's the dead of winter in LA and it's really hot. So I'm like, 'NO! I'm going to sit in the shade over yonder', where we are now, with my haphazardly... put together... meal of… kings."

"Haphazardly". I have never experienced that word used outside of written literature. It's like one of those words that you find using Microsoft Word's thesaurus function in order to replace that over-used, common word in your essay.
And yet here's Darren, tossing it out lackadaisically in his conversation with the interviewer.
NTS: Begin integrating the word "haphazard" into daily vocabulary.

And those shades he's wearing? Yeah, they're hot pink.

^ Gorgeous, much?

One last Darren Criss line:
"Biggest fear is… turning into an inanimate object."
LMAO! LOVE!

I could honestly sit here forever just quoting Darren. The things that come out of his mouth are golden.




Buck 110 Folding Hunter

















One day you will be mine.

Looking at that, no, just reading its name makes me shiver with desire.
It's gorgeous.



Saturday, March 19, 2011

The Asian Dude

There's this Asian guy that I literally see EVERYWHERE on campus. I see him all the time and I don't even know him. Now normally I'm not into Asian guys, but this guy is actually pretty cute.

I know he's in first year business like I am because I've seen him in my business lectures. In fact, I ended up sitting right beside him one time because it was the only seat left. That is actually how I found out his name. He was on Facebook during the lecture and, being like every other curious human, I looked over and saw his name.

So I was at a club in Waterloo the other day and lo and behold, I see him there. I really feel like either he's stalking me or I'm subconsciously following him. So I decide that I'm finally going to talk to him and hopefully make a new friend (after all, I see him enough for him to be my friend), and I'm just about to approach him when a random guy materializes out of nowhere and puts his arm around me. "Hey, what's your name?" By the time I'm able to shake the guy off, my asian target had disappeared.
DAMMIT! COCK VAGINA BLOCKED BY SOME RANDOM DUDE!
I was not, and still am not, pleased.




Bond

You know you're close with someone and share a seriously personal connection when they know, solely through text message, that you're PMSing.

Either that or the person is just a pure boss.