Well, This Should Be Interesting (or, Resolutions)

I’ve kept a paper journal since I was in elementary school and my writing process has always followed the same pattern.

  1. start journaling with the intention of writing everyday
  2. write faithfully for two or three days, or a week if I’m diligent/lucky
  3. get bored with writing—or rather, disappointed that most entries end up being a mere log of my daily activities or bitching about how boring my daily activities are
  4. stop writing for the next few months…or years
  5. find the poor, discarded journal under the couch or on a shelf and resolve, again, to start writing

The first entry of any given phase usually goes something like “Wow. I haven’t written in this thing in almost a year! Since my last entry I’ve gotten braces/had a crush on a boy/turned fourteen/acquired a driver’s license/graduated {elementary, middle, high} school/, etc. From now on, I vow to keep a faithful account of my life so I don’t miss a single moment!!” Seriously, I’ve written more entries of this type than any other, more interesting type. The entry also usually goes on to list other resolutions such as:

  • eat healthier
  • exercise more
  • be nicer
  • do well in school
  • get consistent sleep
  • read more

As far back as middle school (maybe even elementary), I made these kinds of lists and I still make them. A 9 year old me was already hoping for a life that included a set wake-up and go-to-bed time (which reminds of me of my brief, wake up at 5:30 a.m. stage as a 9 year old. I’d get up and take a shower for about 45 minutes, rudely awakening my parents when the fire alarm went off from all the steam).

This blog has fared me no better.

I’ve already written two or three entries promising readers (all three of them, I’m sure) that I’m going to resurrect it. Well, here is another one. But this time, I think that blogging is something I need to do. I had a Livejournal in middle school that died. I got a Facebook account in high school and a Twitter in college. At this point, my Facebook is a way for me to communicate to large amounts of people: the literary magazine I edit, the prospective non-profit project, my co-op. Twitter on the other hand, is where I go to complain. And I do a lot of complaining. I also use it to show a small group of people how funny I am because I AM REALLY HILARIOUS IN 140 CHARACTERS OR LESS.

Both my Facebook and Twitter have been instrumental in creating a sort of embarrassing, no-filter-between-my-head-and-my-mouth/hands identity. Part of me would never, ever give these accounts up (especially Twitter) but another part wants so badly to stop giving in to the instant gratification of a tweet or status update. And that’s where the blog comes in.

I’ve rather stupidly registered every social media account with the name “caitlinparent”. This is because I don’t want to do something stupid like “caitlinpmsu” or “koreangirl217” or whatever usernames usually indicate. Because that is dumb. And I’m sure as hell not going to do something like “thewindblowsforcolors.wordpress.com” or “pterodactylsareawesome.wordpress.com”. Or whatever. So, once again, I’m promising to write more on this blog that is connected to my name—the strongest identifier for myself that I can think of. Partly because I need to have some kind of consistent writing practice. Partly because I’m in a sort of transitional phase in my life (maybe? is that too self-important?). Partly because I think I’m really interesting and I like talking about myself (har har). This blog won’t have a theme unless I start doing something really interesting or my life takes on a little more direction but I’ll try to write about things that interest me whether highfalutin’ or quotidian (yeah, I took AP Language).

So be prepared to read about:

  • school and extracurriculars
  • fashion and makeup
  • me being Asian
  • food I’m enjoying
  • movies, books, TV shows, music, art and other media things that an average 21 year old takes interest in
  • my family and friends
  • social media and communications
  • my struggles in French class
  • typography and design of all sorts
  • knitting
  • and so much more

Riveting stuff, right?

I think there’s more to blogging than just pouring the contents of your brain out. I’ve made a list of interesting topics (read: interesting to me) so hopefully that will keep me busy for a while. Stay tuned, yall.


First Day of School (Not)

I’m going to try and keep a better log of my school year, especially since it’s supposedly my last year of school (for a while, at least). Today was the first day of classes, which I was dreading. Not because I have a strenuous schedule. I only had one class at 7 p.m. But before that, I had to work at 7 in the morning and then head downtown for my internship until 5 and then come back to campus for class. And eat somewhere in-between.

This story isn’t really that interesting, but whatever. I left for class and got to the room about 20 minutes early because I was so filled with a readiness to learn. And not fail French again. The class was empty, which wasn’t that surprising and I used this as an opportunity to snag one of the left-handy desks and read a little. Paranoid I was missing something, I checked my written schedule and then the MSU schedule on my phone. I was in the right room at the right time and it was 6:58.

This is what the schedule looks like:

Section 1 and 2 of French 201 meets on Wednesday aka today, right?

I am in Section 3.

This schedule, as you can see, is written in English. I can’t even read correctly in English. How am I going to pass French? Oh, wait. I didn’t.


Here are a bunch of pictures of dinosaur skeletons. I don’t know the names or descriptions for most of them because I was too busy taking pictures and being awestruck by the sheer number of dinosaurs. I did overhear a tour guide telling people that there is no such thing as a brontosaurus which made me teary because that is my favorite dinosaur. I looked it up and turns out, there is such thing but the name “brontosaurus” is somehow obsolete and the real name is apatosaurus.

Anyway, on with the dino-spam.

Prehistoric Kangaroo

Don't know what this is, but it is hilarious.

I touched a Stegosaurus Plate!

These are not all my dinosaur pictures, but they’re the ones I like best. We went to this vegan hippie place for lunch which was delicious but now I want to eat about four burgers. We’re seeing Cinderella tonight, which I am very excited for. yay!



I’ve been in a salty mood for the past few days. I miss my family and my friends at my big dumb co-op and whatever and I’m also very accustomed to a sedentary lifestyle, so all this constant activity is weird and new to me. #boohoo

But! Today snapped me right outta that frame of mind because I got to see two things that I love: dinosaurs and space. If you know me, you know that I am not a science-y person. I was awful at physics and had to beg my high school chemistry teacher to count old homework points so I could scrape by with a decent grade. This is because I need to be tricked into learning things. Turn on an episode of Bill Nye the Science Guy or Magic School Bus and I’m sold. Basically, I’m okay with any elementary school level science (but mostly, dinosaurs and space).

Which is why I loved the American Museum of Natural History.

This museum.

When you first walk into the museum, you are greeted with a sort of Guggenheim-esque swirly path that surrounds the space exhibit (except, unlike the real Guggenheim, it does not suck). Does the Guggenheim have a giant globe filled with a fern and Sea Monkey’s? Does the Guggenheim have a meteor?

The answer is “no”.

I was mainly interested in seeing the dinosaurs, though. Luckily, there are dinosaurs on not one, but TWO floors of the museum. The first set are in the Teddy Roosevelt Rotunda, but apparently going too far in there would have meant exiting the museum, so I snapped a quick picture and left.

Not pictured: Brontosaurus on the left (but you can see his feet a little)

Before going up to the big dinosaur area, we found an exhibit of “Asian Peoples”. But first, we had to go through an exhibit of “African Mammals”.


Buffalo. His horns look like a toupee. Hehe.


Then, there was an exhibit of “African Peoples”. Getting to my kin was an arduous task.


There was a display of these insane ceremonial costumes. For example:

Finally, we got to the Azn Pplz.

Armenian bride.

Aladdin’s Lamp! THE REAL THING YALL!

Masks from…somewhere in Asia.

Chinese pottery. This may look like celadon but don’t be fooled because you know who invented celadon? That’s right, Koreans.

There was only one little display for Korea entitled, “Korea: the Uniqueness”. I have no idea what that means. I don’t want to get all radical up in here but I feel like Korea gets picked last for the dodgeball team. Like, China and Japan and India are the star players and Korea is like “But have you tried our barbecue?” Whatever.

Korean woman. Had I not been adopted, this is what I would look like.

Korean scholar aka the model minority.

There was also this, in the Asian tchotchke area.

Spirit post!

Just like in the episode of M*A*S*H when Colonel Potter makes Radar take down the spirit post and then everyone gets bad luck and they bring in the priestess lady to perform an spirit cleansing! What a great episode.

Okay, all this is making it seem like I forgot about dinosaurs. WELL THINK AGAIN. I’m going to make another post after this where I just blow up your screen with dinosaur skeletons. So get ready.