Watching Brave.

WILL. NOT. CRY.

I absolutely HATE crying during movies in the presence of other people. I have always found it to be extremely horrifically embarrassing to do so, and will MAKE SURE AT ALL COSTS that all liquids STAY in my tear ducts (or at least within the rims of my eye sockets) and NOT leak out onto my face for all the world to see. When watching movies with other people I refrain even from touching my face with my hands, lest they see out of the corner of their eyes and think that I am crying, which I most definitely AM NOT, SIR.

When I’m watching a movie in the safety and privacy of my lonesome, however, it is a completely different story.

Interestingly enough, this abject hatred of crying in public only applies to movie watching, and I would feel no qualms about crying like a normal person if one were to break my car my face or my heart (in no particular order of importance).

Confessions of a closet movie-crybaby.

Fan.

Hey hey hey! Don't ever get down in the dumps about yourself or your abilities!  Remind yourself that you are beautiful (/handsome), smart, snazzy, awesome! 

Always be your own number one fan :)

Airport Van.

Five minutes to the airport

In my wallet in my purse on my lap in the airport van en route to the airport is exactly $0 of cash with which to tip the driver.

I had hoped upon hoped whilst waiting for the van’s arrival in the hotel lobby that the driver would be an irritating jerk or at least my horrible first grade teacher Mr. Burns so I wouldn’t feel as bad about not tipping. Alas, when the van arrived, out popped THE most courteous, friendly, polite driver (CFPD) man ever.

Four minutes to the airport

The CFPD man makes a little friendly small talk but never too much as to become annoying or overbearing. The music in the van is loud enough that the van is not awkwardly silent, yet quiet enough not to get on anyone’s nerves or disturb conversation.

Three minutes to the airport

The CFPD man cheerfully asks if anybody in the van would like some water, after which he doles out some cold bottles from a little icebox between the two front seats.

JUST KILL ME WITH KINDNESS WHY DON'T YOU.

One minute to the airport 

MARRIOT HOTEL Y U HIRE SUCH CFPD VAN DRIVERS 

CFPD MAN Y U SO CFPD 

WALLET Y U NO HAVE CASH

Moment.

I was washing my hands in the bathroom the other day when I looked up at my face in the mirror and had…

a moment.

Watermelon Killer.

Watermelon makes me ONE HAPPY CRITTER.

I loved watermelon so much as a kid, adults used to say I should marry a guy with last name Park so my married name would become “Sue Park” (watermelon in Korean).

I love watermelon so much now, on the weekends I eat nothing but watermelon all day for all meals unless someone coaxes me out of the house to eat regular food.

But sometimes I come across people that don’t eat watermelon and it makes me very very very sad for them.



I cannot imagine how dark their lives could be without the presence of marvelous wonderful spectacular watermelon.

And then I suddenly realize that with one less person eating watermelon in the world: MORE WATERMELON FOR ME.

Calling all melon-allergic people to be my new best friends.

OM NOM NOM

Cute Things: A Tragedy.

I absolutely totally completely insanely adore ALL CUTE THINGS(!!!!!), especially cute accessories, and particularly cute ribbon and bow head-things.

Sadly, though I’ve amassed a secret collection of said cute ribbon and bow head-things (BUY ALL THE CUTE THINGS!!!!!!), I have only rarely ever worn them in public.

In my teens I could never bring myself to wear them because I thought only cute tiny little girls could look good in em and that I at 5’8’’ would look not unlike a giftwrapped giraffe.

Now in my mid-twenties I REALLY can't bring myself to wear em lest I look ridiculous sharing accessories with kids half my age.

Alas, the cute-ribbon-and-bow-head-things-ship has sailed off without me :(