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| I am at once a much better person than I was and much further away from the person I wish I were want to be.
I wish I was? Not sure. I think were. I'll avoid that problem altogether.
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I want Clinton to win the nomination because she's a woman. I also think Obama may be more vain. Silly, I know.
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| 1. I just like the word "multitude."
2. Excel and I have become closer than I would like. Sometimes I just want to dump him, but I'm afraid he's in control of our relationship.
3. I want to steal a baby. Preferably one that's old enough to smile.
4. Or a puppy. I just want something small that I can cuddle and love. My roommate doesn't count as she's not quite small enough.
5. Alex announced to me, "I'm waking you up at 8:30 tomorrow no matter what." I remember when I looked forward to opening presents that much. Oh, who am I kidding?
6. There's an episode of "Scrubs" where people sing this song. Part of the lyrics go: "I already have a plan. I'm waiting for my real life to begin." Sometimes I feel like that. Actually, more than sometimes. And I don't like it.
7. Is it redundant to have quotes after a colon?
8. My e-mail signature at work is "Zhou 'Jo' Zhang," but now everyone keeps writing my name "Jo." It really throws me off.
9. I love my family. Merry Christmas everyone!
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| This is a long entry. You have been forewarned.
Karaoke
We had an intern event last week where we went to the Hard Rock Cafe to karaoke. The first two people to go were pretty bad and socially awkward. I mean really socially awkward. One person was that guy who always asks one question at every seminar and presentation just to show off how intelligent he thinks he is. Thinks. The other girl was that girl who butts into your conversation even though she has no idea who you are and thinks she's all that cause she goes to an Ivy. Thinks. Anyway, the point is, after that, no one wanted to sing. So then that one kid (who already sang once and actually had the audacity to start off with Ricky Martin - WHY?) got up to sing again, except this time he wanted to sing "Love Shack." Now, I didn't know this, but apparently that song has a female and a male part, and this kid couldn't find a girl to sing with him, so the DJ looked around and asked for a female volunteer to sing with him. Unfortunately, at this very moment, the two guys in my group yelled, "ZHOU!" and pointed at me, and the DJ literally physically dragged me up there to sing "Love Shack" with this socially awkward, presumptuous, tone-deaf guy. Well, this story is already too long, but the end goes like this: I only know the part of "Love Shack" that goes "Love shack, baby, love shack," because that's the only part anyone knows. It was not a success.
Subway Experience #1
One night I was riding home on the subway alone (it was after 11 but before 2, I'm not sure what time exactly). The train was pretty sparsely populated, but there were enough people on it that I felt safe. Halfway through the trip, a guy who had been sitting on the other side of the train walked over and sat across from me. I tried not to look at him, but I knew he was eyeing me. Once I was nearing my stop (and his, coincidentally), he stood up, leaned over me, kissed the air slowly, and whispered (very creepily), "Sexy..." I just gave him a dirty look.
Subway Experience #2
So I was riding the subway one afternoon, minding my own business and not doing anything at all, when I noticed that a guy was handing out fliers to people. He was in his mid to late 30's and was obviously not at a very good point in his life. Apparently the flier was some sort of request for money, since I saw one of the people he gave it to hand him some change. As he neared my end of the train, I hoped that he wouldn't give me a flier, because I always find it really awkward to say no to someone who needs the money more than I do (but what if they use it to buy drugs, and what if they just do this because they don't want to get a job, and wouldn't it just be better to go to a shelter and shave and figure out something else to do with your life, and wouldn't it be better to give to a legit non-profit if you really want to help people?). Unluckily for me, he came over to me, leaned over me, put a flier down next to me, and looked at me. I looked up at him reluctantly. He stared at me for a few seconds solemnly, and then asked, "Can you read English?" I was dumbfounded. This homeless guy was asking me, the person wearing a suit, if I could read English. All I could let out was an indignant "yes." (In hindsight, I should have said, "No, because since I have black hair and yellowish skin, obviously I can only read and write in my native language of ChineseJapaneseKorean.")
Tomorrow
Tomorrow at 5:30 is my final review. I will find out whether or not I am getting an offer for a full-time job after graduation. I am gradually getting more and more nervous.
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| What is with the lack of updates lately? I will do my share.
Kathleen, Catherine, Frank, and Ooooooeeeeeey all came to visit Katie and me this past weekend, and it was absolutely wonderful! My friends are the awesomest. We four girls had dim sum yesterday, which Catherine aptly described as "a layer of heaven." I love my friends.
A list of the songs I am obsessed with right now:
(I never know how many s's are in that word. Oops, I spelled it with 4 s's the first time I wrote it. It's one of those things I always tell myself I'll remember and then I forget the next time anyway. Oh well. I'll remember next time.)
"Question" - Old 97's
"Come Around" - Rhett Miller
"Tell Her This" - Del Amitri
"Blue Eyes" - Cary Brothers
"Chocolate" - Snow Patrol (please watch the teaser/trailer - I like the teaser better - for Zach Braff's new movie, because this song is so good)
Also, check out www.woot.com, which someone at work introduced me to today. Apparently they sell one item a day - updated at 1 am EST - at crazily reduced prices. Today's is a radar and laser detector, which I'm not in dire need of, but hey, maybe you are, and you'll thank me for finding this great deal by buying me one of those scratch lottery tickets and then I'll win a million dollars and invest it and never have to work again!
Right, so check it out.
Next week the 2nd term interns are coming in, and my group is getting a new one, so I am really excited. Really really excited. "So, do you know how to do a debt profile? No? Here, I'll show you, and then you can do the next 40."
I had a chili cheese dog and sweet potato fries and a raspberry lemonade for lunch. For dinner I had a chicken salad platter, a bag of "dirty chips," which are kettle cooked and yummy, watermelon, pineapple, and a Vitaminwater. By the way, I love Vitaminwater even though it is outrageously priced. I try to only order it on company money.
"There is a world inside the world that you see
And it's ok to count the minutes cause how many could there be?
And if love is all around us, how could this have found us?
The move you know is don't let go of me
There is a world inside the world that you see..."
I am going to paint my fingernails. Goodbye.
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| I was going to write a post about how my roommate sets two alarms, one which is set to go off exactly one minute after the other, the first of which is her cell phone and plays Beethoven's 5th and scares the crap out of me every morning, which she also snoozes for exactly five minutes so that every morning, in the course of five minutes and one second, three alarms go off. Every morning this happens.
I was also going to write a post about how great most of the people I've met here are, and how when we go out no one pressures me to drink but doesn't assume right away that I won't either. I really appreciate that.
I was also going to write a post about how I'm starting to freak out about what to do when I graduate, because every decision you make after this takes you onto a narrower and narrower path and what if you discover you that's not what you want from life and can't get out?
I was also going to write a post about how working on Wall Street is really just an extension of college - every firm has its own reputation and knocks on every other firm, there's a lot of prestige when you work in certain departments or certain firms - and I was thinking about how this is probably the case in most industries and how this ego-building career-forwarding resume-padding will never ever end - and that scares me.
I was also going to write a post about this article (http://www.slate.com/id/2144505) that I read in Slate yesterday that says it's every female feminist's duty to work. I can't decide what to think about it.
I have too much to say sometimes.
I have lost my fear of heights. This may be because I work on the 16th floor in a conference room which has a wall full of windows and live on the 8th floor in the corner room of a building where windows take up half the wall space in our common room. It may also be because there are so many tall buildings in New York. That made more sense in my head.
A stuffed Bart Simpson which we (interns) won at Dave & Buster's sits in the corner of our conference room, with a book on municipal bonds sitting open in front of him. Unfortunately, Bart's eyes stare straight ahead, so he's really not fooling anyone.
I received my first corporate gift on Monday. I went to lunch with my boss and a client, and the client brought me a small golf cart toy with the name of his company on it. The golf cart sits proudly next to me on the table, driven by a Gatorade cap.
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