Senior Formal in Six Word Stories

Have you guys heard of six word stories? Here's a pretty great collection of them for you to skim – and you should! Some of them are seriously powerful. A couple weeks ago, we tried to write some six word stories in my fiction class, and just this weekend, a few friends and I played around with them some more. A very addicting exercise, y'know?

Senior Formal was last Friday at the San Francisco Exploratorium, and while I have sooooo many things I'd like to say about it (and I have ... in my journal... "thank goodness," you say), I thought I'd make a poor attempt at summing up the grand event in short form here. ("You're welcome," I say.)

Ready? *clears throat* 

Whiteboard's bought and ready to blog.

What are the sunglasses doing there?

That was my warm up, okay? Okay. For real now.
Should we go? Shouldn't we go?

Can I borrow a dress please?

A party bus is HOW much?!

Splurged on blowout. Now addicted, oops.

Be ready in an hour!? HELP.

My feet hurt. They really hurt.
Looked to right. Saw Hollywood sign.

IDK how to contour, someone help.

My feet REALLY really hurt alot.

New friends, old friends, best friends.

Challenge: take enough pictures. Challenge failed.
Tacky Louis Vuitton adorned party bus.

Slippery floors, loud music, fast highway.

Crank up Beyonce! CRAZY IN LOVEEEEE.

Stopped at Denny's to pee. Yikes.

Got there in a flash. Party!

Beautiful friends, cherished memories, open bars!

Not found: buffet table. Total disappointment.

Forgot to play with exhibits. Fail.
Danced and laughed and was merry.


Never left photo booth line ever.

"I haven't seen you in forever."

Take a picture with me please!
Had to leave too, too soon.

Couldn't find bus. Ran in rain.

Pouring rain, it made me happy.

Too tired to dance on bus.

Can I take my shoes off?

My feet hurt. Seriously they do.

Will you make me taquitos please?
Let's run home in the rain!

Calzone. Pizza. Mozzarella. Water. Water. Water.

Is it bedtime yet? Is it?

Heart my bed most of all.

Spent all weekend recovering from formal.

It's come full circle, hasn't it?

Coffee Chat: Blue Bottle, Bonfires, and Being Busy

Isn't this the most blogger-friendly scene you've ever come across? It's the new Blue Bottle location in downtown Palo Alto, and I'm so obsessed. If you think this outside area is darling, you'll go absolutely ga-ga over the whole concept – Blue Bottle Palo Alto actually serves as a part of Hanahaus, which to my understanding is a startup-esque rentable workspace for entrepreneurs. Think Google offices, but for people who work for themselves or small businesses. Genius, right?

I thought it'd be the perfect location for a catch-up over coffee for us. It's certainly been awhile. Yesterday, my roommate and I set our alarms for a quick afternoon nap ... and woke up three hours later. On Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, I have zero time for anything but classes, homework, club activities, and work. So on Thursdays, I crash. 

Needless to say, things have been busy. I constantly seem to be one step behind my schedule. My Bloglovin' reader is backlogged for days (probably the most devastating thing, in all honesty). But I'm not complaining because it feels like the good kind of hectic.
My house had a bonfire tonight over by the lake. Bonfires... well, bonfires simply are nostalgia and reflection, aren't they? It's hard not to get a little sentimental whilst your hair and clothes absorb that smoky smell, the chocolate and marshmallows melt tantalizingly betwixt graham crackers, and indie songs croon away in the background. You're overwhelmingly in the present, but just on the verge of the past and the future at once.

My friends and I made the last minute choice to attend Senior Formal tonight. The past couple of days have been a frenzy of visiting friends across campus to borrow dresses, making appointments for blowouts, picking shoes that pinch our toes the least, and deciding which party bus to board. It'll be at the Exploratorium, which you MUST visit if you're ever in SF. The coolest place of all time. I'll report back on Monday, I'm sure.

In other "things are sort of wrapping up" news, I'm speaking at an overseas studies panel today to an audience of new admits and their parents. Four years ago, I sat in the auditorium listening to students speaking at the very same panel. In fact, I vaguely remember the faculty advisor (who I work closely with now) making the exact same joke that he likes to make at every event. Oh how full circle it feels. Wish me luck in all things public speaking and charm, please! 

I'm off to have a few moments of calm before the crazy starts back up again, but I hope your Friday is just as fun and full as mine will be this week! Or you know, maybe you're due up for nothing but Netflix and to that, I say SOS TAKE ME WITH YOU.

I'm curious... what have you been up to these days?

The Birthday Formula

So I spent my birthday in my birthday suit.

Wait, wait. BACK IT UP. Let me explain. Recently I've developed this little theory that I like to refer to in my head as The Birthday Formula. No it's not the formula that the hospital made you feed on on the day of your actual birth. That was a stupid joke, and I'm sorry. Rather, The Birthday Formula is a list of nonnegotiables that make your birthday the best day of the year. When you're young and naive, you might think that the optimal Birthday Formula includes a pinata or a Barbie cake, which I actually won't argue with. But for my early twenties, my Birthday Formula consists of:

Ringing in the new year with the closest of friends, multiple renditions of Happy Birthday, and taquitos. Two to send the old year away, one to welcome the new one.
Getting pampered with my sister. This year, we decided on pedicures and a voyage to a Korean spa. This is where the birthday suit thingamajig comes in. Imagine ... hot tubs, cold plunge pools, saunas. Buttttttttt (pun intended), clothing discouraged. It's also completely unisex though, so that's not a huge issue, but still. Pret.ty. awk.ward. However, the treatments were so insanely amazing that braving the awkward is more than worth it. A scrub, massage, facial, head massage, and hair washing later, I was completely transported to a parallel world where my entire being was clean and relaxed and soft like a baby's butt smothered in butter. That good. Oh, take me back.

NEXT. Noodles. Noodles are highly ranked on my Birthday Formula because I'm Chinese, and therefore we eat noodles on birthdays because long noodles = long life. Don't question the system.
Sushi's also a huge priority. It's my birthday cuisine of choice, always. This year, we went to Maruya. This was some next level sushi, so we chose to go with omakase, which is every indecisive human's dream come true. The courses were many, but the standout moments for me were: the gold flake atop the something-or-other because it made me feel like a rap star on his day off, the sea bass because sea bass, and the uni! Uni uni uni!

My Birthday Formula also consists of intermission activities, such as picking out a cake at BiRite, watching terrible movies, napping, grabbing burritos with oozy cheese, writing last minute essays on my phone while getting a pedicure, and arranging an outrageous cupcake tasting.  
Also critical within My Birthday Formula is the fact that a birthday needs to be prolonged as long as possible. To make this happen, you need to start dropping hints to people that they need to divvy up the two weeks sandwiching your birthday and keep the party goin' figuratively and literally.

Lauren's really good at picking up those hints.

She planned a whole day (again, every indecisive human's dream) of brunching until combustion, oohing and ahhing our way through Anthropologie, manicure-ing, napping, and then study dating at Starbucks before a quick and easy dinner. I've trained her well. 
And then, always always always, a birthday needs to end like so ^^^^^

No exceptions. 

What's your Birthday Formula? What are your demands?

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