Turkey bones.

Today is the last day of Thanksgiving break - hence the picture of what was left of our thanksgiving bird. Poor thing, rest in peace.

But yes. It has been an eventful thanksgiving. I think I need to recover from my holiday. =P Last night I slept at 10:30pm, and didn't bother to set my alarm. I figured I'd be up by 8am - latest and have plenty of time to get to church. But noooo, I didn't get up till 9:30, and yes, I was late to church.

Ooops.

But yes, thanksgiving break is over, and finals are just 2 weeks away!! Time to get my head in the game (or my face in the books) and stop slacking off.

And they lived happily ever after...

I'm beat. Running around in stilettos for 6 hours is no joke. Running around in stilettos for 6 hours doing registration/tearing down deco's/washing dishes is even better!

And I'm not even one of the main people helping out. But then again, most of them didn't need to squeeze into a teeny piece o' cloth and wear shoes which make men feel short in order to look semi-presentable at the registration table.

But whatever, Alice is safely married, and I'm glad I was able to help out in whatever way I could. She deserves it!

And presenting to you my date for the evening:
So this was the product of yesterday's 12 hours of headless chickenism. And it got torn down in like 1 hour.

So yes, Alice and Dennis, have a blessed marriage. It was a joy to be able to be a part of your happily ever after!!

Crash!

Last night's Thanksgiving Turkey (mashed potatoes, green beans, stuffing, bread, gravy, snack-age and dessert) has been officially digested.

Side note: The dropping did not stuff out of the turkey. Sorry, private joke.

You see, I spent today helping my friend decorate for our friend's wedding. 12 hours of OH MY COWNESS. It was fun, no doubt, but I'm about to collapse.

So, last night's gluttony caused a spike in my blood glucose which probably turned into glycogen, and God forbid, fat. But the energy I spent in the last 12 hours probably burnt up all the glucose in my blood stream, causing glucagon to convert glycogen into glucose so that I don't drop down dead and spoil the happy bride's big day.

Please excuse the human anatomy jargon. I'm just helping the SPMers out there review for their bio exam.

So a glimpse of the table which ain't finished yet!

And the backdrop which was built from scratch, by the way. Not by me, I was just the nail passer. Is there such a thing?
We did take a break to lie in the grass though.
Envious? Oklahoma weather can be pretty nasty. Or gorgeous.

Today, was gorgeous.

Cow Crossing!

So I went to get my Driving Learner's Permit just for fun. I have demented ideas of fun, I know...But yes, I am now licensed to learn how to drive.

Again.

Maybe this time I won't have to fail the "bukit" twice before getting my real license - for one of many reasons:

1. Oklahoma has no hills. It is as flat as my nose. (Clearly indicated in the picture below)
2. I get to drive an automatic.
3. There isn't a "bukit" test in the first place.

I'm not sure why I decided to do this, besides teman-ing my roommate to go take the written test. Ironically, I passed and she didn't, and she had to take the test again. Without me.

Maybe its because there's a lot of things you can't do without a driver's license...like, getting into clubs to get wasted. Kidding. I'm not allowed to buy booze here.

But yes, beware. The cow is crossing.

Turkey Holiday

My history prof has a little trouble getting us to class on time...so he has these periodic "pop quizzes" for those who come early. Today's question was one of his killer questions - "What holiday is going to be celebrated this coming Thursday?"

I answered, "TURKEY HOLIDAY".

How original.

Then I found out that the whole Red Indians sharing food with the starving pilgrims at Plymouth Rock story was a scam. Apparently, the holiday was invented by Ab Lincoln during the civil war to give a break to the soldiers. Really, that takes away a lot of the romance from the story.

Not that Red Indians bringing turkeys to starving pilgrims is very romantic...I'm just sayin'...

But yes, its that time of the year again. The time of the turkey.

*Gobble gobble*

Church, meet Apartment. Apartment, meet church.

There, now everyone knows each other. Yay!!

So over here, steamboat = hotpot. But really, steamboat sounds waaaay cooler. Excuse the pun, but I gotta be me, you know?

So here's the gang, minus 2 people, before we dug in.

And here's the gang, minus me, after we dug in, and were about to pass out from food overload.

And here's the baby trifle I made for dessert. Its an old family recipe, passed down from generation to generation. Fine, maybe it is only 2 generations old, but you get the drift.

So yeah, my apartment officially smells like Spicy Szechuan Soup, despite burning 2 candles and spritzing everything with scent. But whatever, it was fun. I've got a funny feeling I love stuffing food down the throats of feeding people.

Let's par-tay!!

This has been an amazingly chill week, and when the weekend rolled around, I found myself homeworkless. So I decided to take advantage of this abnormally and par-tay!! That is, Caryn style: A few friends, food, movies, and a bunch of talk.

Someone suggested making a cake, and I was like, "Yeah!" Then I realised I didn't have a cake pan. So we did cupcakes. Black bottom cupcakes...which really were brown bottom cupcakes, but I guess black sounds cooler.

So this is the crew who baked "them things".

And if we weren't already loaded with sugar, we went to get bubble tea.

And of course, the customary cam-whoring.

I love weekends where I actually get to chill.

Her Royal Highness

I am the queen of stoicism. I don't lie. Tell me I won a million dollars and I'd reply, "Okay, that's good." Because that's what happened to me today. I won a million dollars, and I replied, "Okay, that's good."

Not really, but you get the idea.

Due to lack of things to blog about...

Imagine this:

Me: Hi, I'm Caryn.
(pronounced Curr-reen or Care-reen, depending on my mood)
Not me: You are Korean?
Me: No, my name is Caryn.
Not me: Oh, I thought you said you are Korean.
Me: Yeah, I've been told that before...

...many times before...

Weirdo

I wonder how many other 19 year old girls make pita bread when they can't go back sleep at night...

Evidently, I am most excited about the return of my camera.