Happily ever after?

Man, for the past few days, I have been watching so many movies. Most of them (well, all of them) have been chick flicks.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but for some reason, I can't get enough of them. It's so I can share slightly gay things like this that we have nicknames. I've watched A Walk to Remember (one of my all-time favorites), Definitely, Maybe, Failure to Launch, The Notebook, He's Just Not That Into You, The Holiday, and Mean Girls.

Holy crap, right? But I'm not going to lie to anyone of our followers (yes... all 8 of you), I enjoy chick flicks. I thoroughly enjoy chick flicks. I think they are sweet, endearing, and a great emotional roller coaster ride. And for some, it turns on the waterworks too. I think chick flicks is my favorite genre of movies (and yes, that is actually the name of the genre)!

As great as chick flicks are, I always notice something that is a bit unsettling every time I watch these movies: they all end with happily ever after, save for A Walk to Remember (unless you think the death of a girlfriend leading to a guy's beautiful transformation into a better human being is a good ending.. pff.. talk about overrated).

I mean, every chick flick that I watch fits one of three molds.
Mold 1: Boy meets girl. Boy is seemingly, completely incompatible with this girl. They fight and argue all the time and can never seem to find a common ground, but this fighting fuels their lust and subsequent love for each other, and of course, "happily ever after."
Mold 2: Boy meets girl. Boy is obviously compatible with the girl, but the girl unfortunately doesn't take notice, because she is too busy ogling at this Brad Pitt-of-a-guy. But, of course, in the end, she takes notice of the boy who she made the mistake of ignoring. And yes, "happily ever after."
Mold 3 (or as I like to call it, the Disney mold): Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Girl falls in love with boy. They kiss, may have sex, and live "happily ever after."

*There are variations of each one, but you get what I mean.


The common theme between these molds is that the boy and the girl end up with each other, even if one of them decides to get cancer and die at the end.

I know these are just movies, but one can't help but wonder if there is one person out there for everyone. An even simpler thought would be whether or not everyone is capable of finding true love with another person. Does everybody have a soul mate, or are there just a group of people that you're really compatible with, and you marry the first person with whom everything works out? I know the latter sounds soo romantic, but seriously, who knows?

I guess I personally don't believe in soul mates. I'm not proud of it. I honestly like the first option better, but being one of those dream-popping realists of the scientific era of humanity, I can't help but NOT believe in soul mates.

I mean, come on, there are like 4 billion people in the world, 303 million in the US, 19 million in New York, and 8 million in New York City and you are telling me that, out of those numbers, you can't find at least a dozen of people who you would be attracted to and perfectly compatible with. I mean, DNA is different from person to person, but how different do personalities get? How different can the 4 billion people in the world be from one another.

I just believe that you may meet people that are more suited for you than others, but I don't believe in there being one perfect person for everyone. Yeah, I'm a romantic.

And is everyone capable of finding love? I believe so. There's really nothing explain there.

For the few of you that not only "follow," but also READ our blog, what do you think?

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Man, I cannot wait until we have a gajillion followers, so we can get more than a couple comments.

Don't you guys worry about that though. Muffinman and I recently visited Best Buy to look at some laptops, and I changed the homepage on one of the computers from bestbuy.com to our blog page to help get the word out on our awesome blog. You guys can help too!

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-Robocop

One Week In New York; What Am I Doing?

I was hoping my next post would have some pictures for me to post, as well as a new digital camera to boast about, but unfortunately I’ve been having some credit card authorization delays with the website I bought the camera from. Hopefully everything’s going to be OK now, but this week would have been really awesome if I could have used my camera because you see, I really have nothing else better to do.

The main reason I originally moved in on Sunday was so I could take a Chinese placement exam at NYU. I had taken a semester’s worth of Chinese over the summer, so I figured why not take the exam and see if I can get right into Elementary Chinese II? This sounds like a good idea, but if you factor in the fact that I haven’t so much as looked at my Chinese book in the past three weeks and forgot about half of what I had learned, you can see that this might be an issue. So I came to New York, thinking to myself, ‘If I come on Sunday, I’ve got Sunday night, and then all of Monday and Tuesday to relearn a semester’s worth of Chinese. Piece of cake!’ (The test was on Wednesday). However, it was only wishful thinking, because as you all know, Welcome Week in college means parties every day, and parties means Emoinacloset will be there. I basically gave up on Chinese at that point, so I didn’t even bother going to the exam.

But not going to the exam left me wondering if this was a good start to a college semester for which I promised myself I would work my ass off. Everyday I compare myself with my suitemate who always keeps himself busy, whether it’s by working hard in school, doing internships, or getting involved in club stuff. I have another friend who’s in this 4 year rotational internship program at JP Morgan Chase. It’s a friendly rivalry, but as of right now I feel like he’s clearly got the upper hand. Even when I talk with my peers who say they’ve been going to interviews for internships and so forth, I always feel like I’m so behind. I have friends who tell me that I’m not the typical Sternie (Stern is the school I’m in within NYU) because I’m so lax about everything, but to tell you the truth I don’t want to hear that. I want to hear people talk about me with admiration and respect.

Maybe this is coming out now because school hasn’t started yet and I feel useless, but I’ve been self-conscious about this for a while. Now, excuse me while I go to another party.

-Emoinacloset

Can I get that laptop with the guilt accessory?

Just yesterday I got another laptop to replace the really crappy one that I started college with. I worked out a deal with my mom where I trade in my old laptop and netbook for 900 dollars towards the new laptop. So what laptop did I get? The best bang for the buck gaming laptop that I could get my hands on of course! Forget practicality, I got this huge 15.6in Asus G51 that has less than 2 hours of battery life because it plays any game I want right now and for the for see able future. Needless to say I ran over budget by about 250 dollars (damn 10% sales tax).

Now my family has been sort of a tight spot financially ever since my dad lost his job. Due to a serious of misfortunes and blunders he now works out of a necessity for a company that pays him a fraction of what he used to make. So already I felt a little guilty for splurging on something so unnecessary. When I got home with my new laptop, I felt guilty to the point of numbness. I was contemplating whether or not to take it back and get something more practical (but probably equally as expensive).

The guilt bomb really dropped the next day. I thought my mom had worked it out the laptop deal with my dad but surprise surprise she did not. My dad did not even realize that I had gotten a laptop until last night when I was playing on it right in front of him. And boy was he angry, suddenly the whole room went silent as he asked how much it cost. I dreaded telling him that it cost $1050 and braced myself for the inevitable backlash. As soon as my dad heard the price, he repeated it in a tone where I knew I was in trouble. He then proceeded to loudly exclaim "(in Cantonese) I can barely put food on the table and I am not even making the mortgage so why would you dare buy something like this!" I responded to this with silence, what could I have said?

After the conversation, I immediately pledged to find a job for myself back at school and repay the $1147.11. This post is my promise to myself that I will get that money and pay my dad back before the school year ends. My mom tells me she let me have this laptop because she wanted me to be happy and that I deserved it, but I am not too sure. I know I deserve it when I get the money.

Wheres that fucking book deal for this blog when I need it?

Resume in hand,
-muffinman

Duality

“Jesus.. look at emoinacloset go. It’s just one entry after another with this guy. Better write another one.”

And with that thought, I write this blog entry. Not really inspired by anything other than my wanting to keep up with emoinacloset. He really makes the rest of us look like douches.

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Well, I’ve recently started classes at a state university. MIT recommended that I take some classes before I go back in order to help make adjusting to the crazy-ass, “holy shit”, nocturnal lifestyle just a little bit easier. (If you haven’t read my previous entry, I decided to take a year off from college about half a year ago.)

And let me just start out by saying. Holy crap.. does the state of California suck right now. California, as many of you know, is experiencing somewhat of a budget crisis and what many of you do not know is that it has retracted 44 million dollars in funding from the state university that I am currently attending. This has appropriately resulted in pay cuts for all faculty members and an increase in tuition fees for all students. On top of that, they’ve decreased the class sizes, because teachers aren’t willing to teach more for cut in pay. Of course, there are a few teachers(God bless them), who are more than willing to take on more students, but the majority are doing what I would’ve done in the same situation. I would’ve said, “Fuck this. I’m not grading more papers for less money.”

On top of that, I’m not even a regularly enrolled student. As a non-matriculated student, I can’t register for classes beforehand. I have to show up on the first day of class, and if there is space (which there never is), I can add (which never happens). If I stupidly decide to stay and waste my time, I get put on this beautiful “waitlist.” I am, of course, put at the bottom, because I am last priority.

The shittiness (aka the beginning of fall semester) began the Monday of last week. I must have gone to 7-9 classes per day, desperately trying to add a class. I managed to salvage 2 classes from the wreckage that was the budget crisis, and I’m still attending classes with hopes that I’ll be added.

My blog entries just get happier and happier, don’t they?

But, never fear! Hot girls are here!

Despite the 44 million dollar shortfall, there just does not seem to be a scarcity of good-looking women at this university. Yes sir, tits and ass are always in surplus. And yes, these two things are what have pulled me through the dark times.

It is stuff like this that reminds me that our universe is a balanced one. Light and dark. Good and evil. Hot girls and budget cuts.

After storming out of a class in which I am #20 on the waitlist, I just take one look down the hall at some beautiful, smoking hot Asian chick, and all is good again.

Thank goodness for the 10’s out there and thank goodness for the creation of restraining orders for the 5’s like me who ogle at the 10’s.

-Robocop