• C: hey let's take a picture of you!!
• me: .............why
• C: so we can build up your tumblr popularity and then when you become tumblr famous I'll be tumblr famous too

• I explain to C. about Han Chinese and ethnic minorities in China.
• five minutes later
• me: of course, I never did as well on the actual SAT as I did on my practice SATS -
• C: #han girl problems

1 - This is an obligatory (?) Saturday-night-with-nowhere-to-go-thank-you-Midwest picture post. Bonus boyfriend in the background!

2 - Not a real tattoo (temporary tattoo courtesy of the loving roommate @emes), but one day…! My parents and my little brother were all born in the year of the tiger. I, alas, was the only one born in the year of the monkey.

Actually, I just realized that thanks to the grainy quality of Photobooth, it actually looks like a very small devil person. Or a very small Homestuck character. So, you know, that too.

To @bergamot-tea and @herocountry, who asked about the hot dogs covered in mac and cheese - yes, indeed they are. C. found them on some website under “top 25 comfort foods in NYC,” so of course we had to go. I wasn’t completely sold, but he was adamant that if we did anything in New York, it had to be that. I had the chicken pot pie, which wasn’t nearly as exciting. In fact, it was so boring I didn’t even bother taking a picture of it. >:(

I expertly managed to pack all of what I was going to bring home in a backpack and a carry-on (as opposed to last year, when I paid $100 to ship my luggage and an empty suitcase home), so of course I managed to forget my camera charger and upload cord.

C. came to visit me again, and so did @emes, @JesssyMae, @ameliamw, and Braden, whose tumblr name is too long for me to remember. Breaks have come to mean one thing and one thing only for me: food.

A few of the truly excellent discoveries I made this break include: Taiwanese food (:999999), the Brooklyn Bridge (which I loved so much I promptly returned there appx. 5 more times in the span of a week), Shake Shack (which lived up to all of the hype, even if the cashier misheard me and gave me a hot dog instead of a hot chocolate…), and Gaia’s Italian Cafe (as a warning, anyone who visits me will be taken to lunch here. The most delicious paninis for $5!! and the nicest mother-daughter combo who owns it).

CHRIS DOESN’T HAVE A RICE COOKER

REPEAT:

DOES NOT, NOT, HAVE A RICE COOKER

CAN ANYONE SAY

/D/E/A/L/B/R/E/A/K/E/R/

Above is 1) a picture I drew of C. and I on the Christmas (part 2) letter I wrote him and 2) a picture of sadness because I have a gigantic cold sore on my lower lip.

Among other things, I wrote that this week (he came to visit me in New York!) had been a joy, and it really has been. A year (and plus) long relationship was not what I envisioned I would be getting when I started college, but boy am I grateful. My mom used to worry I’d never find a boyfriend in college when I was a senior in high school because I was so stubborn (she, in fact, thought I was ‘becoming’ a lesbian (-______-) because I cut my hair short and refused to wear anything but pants), and then ordered me to bring home a boy for Christmas. Horrified, I outlined my Four-Year Plan, which consisted of getting 4.0s every semester (ha!), rocking my LSATs (COULD STILL HAPPEN!…), and then getting into The Law School of my Dreams. And then law school and then eventually the Joys of Living Alone in my Cool Apartment in New York chapter of my life would start (also, ha!) and only then would I think about lasting relationships.

C. is not anywhere on that list and I am still mad at him for disproving my academic integrity. But I guess the late-night obsessive Psych-watching and menswear-tumbling (on his part. I just laugh at him) makes up for it. That, and the fact that he doesn’t find the giant cold sore currently residing on my lower lip totally repellent is probably a plus.

In the letter he wrote me for my birthday, he said something about how this past year has been 98% happy. Though I was initially affronted that it wasn’t 100% (I am a model girlfriend, okay), 98% is pretty good, and I’ll take it.

Doing face masks with @milesong - not nearly as fun as doing face masks with @mllesong and K. You just can’t beat the original.

emes replied to your post: In a fit of Thanksgiving-induced madness this past…

lol i love that you call chris C, it makes you sound like gossip girl

uh excuse me emily it is to protect his identity

In a fit of Thanksgiving-induced madness this past Black Friday, I went on Levis.com to order jeans and ordered two pairs of jeans. In the process of ordering them, I went a little crazy and tried on all of C’s (size 30/31) jeans, apparently convinced that my waist had somehow acquired 4 inches overnight. Thusly, I ordered one pair of 30x32 (keep in mind that I am 5’4” on a good day) jeans and one pair of 29x30 jeans.

I tried them on yesterday and, to my surprise and C’s infinite amusement, they of course did not fit. I duly returned them and had to pay $7.00 in shipping.

That’s right, y’all.

I paid $7.00 for a self-esteem boost.

A wild Saturday night with Clare, Chris, and the 2011 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. Also pictured: crocheted elephant purchased at today’s craft fair.