So now that the LSAT is over (for now) and in honor of Pride month, I thought why not expand on my previous post about my other half: Patti.
For those who may have missed my last post, Patti is me in drag. Her first public debut was at Drag Con 2018. Prior to that, she’s only appeared amongst friends and in my locked room. One time, I sent a picture of her to a friend and he asked, “why?” Well...
Three years ago, I went to the first ever Drag Con and within the last remaining minutes of the convention, bought a wig with my friend. That was my first foray into drag. I remember how excited, yet reluctant I was about it. On the ride home, my friends told me to try it on and I did so, but hesitantly cause I was afraid that people in passing cars would see.
Fast forward to the present.
It's amazing how one letter can make such a difference.
Who needs Valentine's Day cards (or plans) when you can make your own? I had a whole line of office-themed ones from earlier in the day, but I didn't realize to save them.
It's a weird feeling to be celebrating the new lunar year alongside the news of Trump's immigration ban on refugees. I remember learning how something similar was done to the Chinese with the Chinese Exclusion Act in 1882. Being a child of immigrant parents, I cannot fathom how different my life would have turned out had my parents been turned away after making the tumultuous journey across the seas to get to America. They too were refugees, sacrificing everything they had to make it in a new land and to escape the war. Because of their courage, hard-work, and the opportunities they had, I was able to grow up comfortably in America. Unfortunately, as of Friday, many won't be given the same opportunities simply due to the situation they find themselves in; living in a war-torn country that is banned because of misguided fear.
Being a minority that was once banned by America, we must remember to support those who are in a similar situation. This happened to us, it's currently happening to them, and who knows who will be the next target in the future. Therefore, I am donating a portion of my red envelope money to the ACLU because it's going to be a long fight (and like they said in Avenue Q, "it's not like money that you had to earn."). I type this not as a pat on my back, but hopefully to inspire others to consider doing the same.
DISCLAIMER: This wasn't my idea; I saw someone post about it on Facebook (Facebook friend liked it, showed up on my feed) and it got me thinking. Props to her though, because she's donating all her red envelope money.
My goal for 2017 is to set boundaries.
Basically spent my entire time at the panels. Check out the following blurry pictures and see if you can make out the queens.
You can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put your MP3 player, iTunes, Spotify, etc on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and then tag 10 people. Rule: no skipping.
Tagged by @tumifer
No shock that most of these were musicals. I swear I listen to other stuff too!
Have you installed the drumpfinator extension?
Yes I have!
U need to update ur blog more!
Thank you for noticing, kind stranger. I’ll get right to it!
I was tagged to do the 2015 selfie challenge by @ro-mantik (in a post which no longer exists). As the procrastinator that I am, naturally I wouldn’t post this til the penultimate day of 2015. I’m not one to really take selfies, so majority of these involve my dog. I was actually one picture short, so I took the center bottom one just moments ago.
I’m going to tag @tvothinks, @bensday, @jimmielovesyou, @dorkableryan, @ohlookitsjake, and @arexcho (is it suppose to be six people; I only follow 1/6 of these guys).
Today marks the end of my Torts class and there’s a running joke among my two classmate-friends and me that my professor dislikes me, or at least is prejudiced against my responses. On one of our tests, I answered almost the same way that my friend, yet I was the only one who was marked wrong. We played Jeopardy two weeks ago to review for the final and while she was passing out partial points like candy to those who attempted responses, I got naught, even though my response had the first word of the answer (I said trespass of personal property instead of trespass to land). We got our projects back and although all three of us put the same title (Palsgraf v. Trump), I was the only one who was marked off (she wrote In re matter of Palsgraf) and given an A-, while they both got an A. The thing is, she doesn’t give and point values or reasoning to her grades, only the letter grade.
Notable things about this class:
-Stupid people with their stupid personal stories/hypotheticals. Stories: one lady told us about how she once was kidnapped by her mother when she was younger; one told how her friend should have been able to shoot at a thief who was getting away with his car filled with expensive electronics; first lady responded about how she had a confrontation with a guy on drugs about almost hitting her car; same lady comes back next week to tell us of how her friend (who owns a bar) how he was astounded at the idea that deadly force cannot be used to defend property. Update: that lady hasn’t been seen in weeks; I hope she hasn’t been kidnapped again.
Prior to my torts class, I had my tap final, which was a lot of stuff (especially for a one unit class), but I had skinny margaritas and pizza afterwards at one of dancers’ house. She (as well as the two other people who joined) were older than me by at least a decade. However, it was fun just gossiping about the people who we didn’t like in the class and how much work we had to put into it. Plus the alcohol was good too. I was coming down from a buzz as I left her house to my final.
This semester has been pretty good to me in terms of friendships, but that’s another post for another day.
About a month ago, I had a post about the influx of job offers I got. Well, just like in Southern California, it can pour and then the next day, it’ll be hot and we’ll still be in a drought. I didn’t get any calls back from the gyms, even though they liked me. I did get called back from the law office though and was told to come in the following Tuesday.
Come Tuesday, I came in with excitement and anxiety about starting in an actual law office. Right off the bat, I screwed up when I tried dialing a number. Being used to using a cell phone where the primary 1 is optional, I had forgotten that landlines require it before you can dial the area code. I got myself set up after going through a list that the other legal assistant left me (while also answering calls and setting up appointments). Then the lawyer lady called me into her office to give me my first assignment,
I was to fill out judicial council forms about a child custody case and type up a declaration. I had told her that I’ve done those forms before in my paralegal classes (albeit, not for child custody), and she ran it quickly over with me about what she wanted on there. I left her office wishing I had brought a pen to keep track, and I reminded myself next time to do so.
At the end of the day, she asked me to print out what I got so far (didn’t get to the declaration) and she checked it over. I had forgotten one part of it, but I thought I didn’t do too bad since there weren’t many marks on it. I asked if she’d like me to fix them and she said that it was good enough for my first day.
Two days later, I get a message from the person who told me about the job (he doesn’t even work there) that I won’t have to come in anymore; I’ve been fired. I found out that she thought I worked too slowly (twas my first day!).
Today, I started my first day at a casual dining place and I noticed I was really on edge about getting everything right. It didn’t dawn on me til later that I’ve been scarred by the law office.
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Okay, so a confession first...it was more like an argument than a debate. Secondly, I do go on Chaturbate and I have interacted with some of the people on there. This one night, the usual small talk (while we wait for the broadcaster to take their pants off) turned into a two on one verbal kerfuffle. It all started with the two talking about how they’re not into “effems.” I thus took it upon myself to educate these bitches.
The problem I see with people who, as they will say it’s just their preference, do not like feminine, is that they’re turning away people based on one trait. To me, that’s no different from those dating profiles that say “no Asians.” It’s really narrow minded and you’re just basing their other traits on stereotypes. For example, one of the guys said that he wants someone to go hunting or watch sports with and feminine guys will probably want to stay home and watch America’s Next Top Model. I’m sure that there are feminine guys out there who are into sports too, but they just wouldn’t care to find out. The other guy said he was basing his preference on personal experience with feminine guys. Whenever i get that kind of logic, I like to bring up statistics and how they can’t really base their experiences on such small and non-representative samples.
The main thing I was trying to get to them was that saying “no effems” perpetuates ideas of gender roles, mainly that a man being feminine is bad. Masculinity is so fragile that it’s ridiculous. We kept arguing in circles and so I tried closing with seeing things from my perspective because what wrong will come out of it (whereas if I were to do the reverse, I’d be saying no to guys based on one trait).
Hunting/sports guy eventually left after the conversation shifted to politics and he turned out to be really conservative (his friends are “card-carrying NRA members”). He labeled me as a liberal and thought he understood what I was all about (again with the generalizations). The other guy remained in the room and it was as if everything blew over. I can let it go, but I won’t forget.
Also found a way around the missing comment function?
I don’t know if it’s just me, but I can’t seem to comment on anyone’s posts anymore (found out you can’t from jsl009′s research).
Halloween just passed and I couldn’t really decide on what to be this year. I was originally thinking of “Netflix and Chill” in which I would wear a white shirt with the Netflix logo (cause a red shirt is outdated), have a blanket shawl, and (as the finishing touch) carry condoms in my pocket. Unfortunately I didn’t have a white shirt so that went out the window. I then considered fleshing it out more by dressing like a fuckboy and having the Netflix logo on a laptop or tablet, but I lacked the clothes. Also a Swagbucks image search (cause google saves your searches and I was too lazy to go incognito, plus I still redeem my bucks for Amazon giftcards) of fuckboy gave me images I was not expecting, but also expected in a way.
I also thought about being an Asian tiger mosquito (combining the elements of a tiger and a mosquito, since I’m already Asian). I hosted a party this year and made it a mosquito theme cause of an article which showed my area being plagued by them (what’s scarier than the real threat of disease?). I eventually ran out of time cause I had midterms (and the right priorities).
I ended up recycling the Wicked Witch of the Far East from two years ago.
As for school, I’m doing pretty well so far. My only concern is my evidence class, but that’s mostly because he’s been canceling class often, especially for a once a week class (he’s the mayor of a nearby town and has mayoral duties). Whelp, the midterm is on Wednesday so I’ll see how it goes.
