taking down the city

Sorry I haven’t posted for the past few days, as K said it’s been really really crazy around here, in fact Friday the portfolio of all our pieces and their edits was due, so Thursday night we each got around 3 hours of sleep apiece through various accidental naps.

I’m really, really sad that it’s all over, but I will never forget any of the other people in this program because we’re pretty much like, a family now. This has been literally one of the best experiences of my life and I have never matured so much as a writer and a —- well, no, I haven’t matured as a person actually.. in fact I’ve never been so immature.. and my face feels weird because I don’t think I’ve ever made so many retarded faces in my life. o.o

Here’s a shoutout to everyone.

C: The abnormally pale fellow Asian who’s body I’m jealous of.. in all sorts of ways. Thanks for putting up with all my sketchiness (; 

L: The one who always knows all the answers and who writes about death and drugs (in lovely ways, of course!) Thanks for being honest about everything!

I: The gorgeous girl with the tauntingly short and sweet poems, thanks for being the partner to raise our eyebrows together :D Oh, and for always being killed first in Mafia because of it(:

M: The cheating husband of mine with the kickass Turkish accent - thanks for saying ‘emmmm’ instead of ‘ummm’, tickle-raping me to keep me on my toes, and drawing all over my arms and legs with pink and orange marker so I’ll get skin cancer later o.o

A: The creepy flirt who does creepy things in creepy places in creepy ways. Hahahaah jaykay, thanks for saying ‘tree’ instead of ‘three’, ‘dislike’ instead of ‘like’ and generally making me laugh until I was about to pee. :DD

B: The shy, beautiful girl wise beyond her years with the actually the most am-AZING writing I have ever read in my life. Thanks for being the point of inspiration for me and everyone else I’m sure - going to be the next J.K. Rowling for sure.

A: The pretty chick who acted like she hated man-nipples in a most realistic way, thanks for always being kind and stretching my vocabulary.. hahah

C: The one with the ABNORMALLY AWESOME VOICE and who always glanced at me funny if I was acting too strange. Thanks for being one of the kindest people I know.

C: The one with two personalities and the poet we’d never would’ve thought - thanks for being the fellow Asian chick. (:

M: The awesomely enthusiastic and bubbly girl who worked out Mafias in horribly logical ways, durnit. Especially since I was always the Mafia. Hahah thanks for always supporting me (usually) no matter how ridiculously sounding.. (:

You guys were really (excuse the language) fucking awesome, and we were a (please) fucking awesome class.

I think I’m coming back next year for the advanced classes.

You guys had better be there too.

If not, reunion when we’re all old and married with best-selling novels.

Thanks for the memories———-

I love the world, you sock my rocks, thanks for reading the blog, enjoy your lives;

E

Well, I think I just died, no explanations needed…don’t even ask what’s going on.

SORRY KIDS! It’s been a while since we’ve posted, but we’ve had so much to do and so much time to procrastinate in doing those things. So backtracking…

We saw this guy on

SORRY KIDS! It’s been a while since we’ve posted, but we’ve had so much to do and so much time to procrastinate in doing those things. So backtracking…

We saw this guy on the bus a few days ago and he was wearing an orange shirt, so from here on his name is orange shirt/orange kid. Emily thinks he’s adorable and we’ve seen him on the bus like 3 times so she took some stalker pictures of him. HEHEHE.

Oh and Emily and I got into the literary magazine! :D They gave us copies on the last day which was by the way, YESTERDAY.

OH MY GOD IT WAS SO SAD. I never wanted it to end. I miss everyone and everything already, shout-out to

C: our lovely Asian biffle. Missing her.

M: the Turkish freakazoid that we all know and love.

A: the sweet pretty designer girl.

M: the opinionated Indian chick.

L: the one who always writes about drugs. :)

I: the incurable flirt.

C: the sweet mythology-loving singer.

B: the quiet but fantastic writer.

A: the other incurable flirt.

C: the other fellow Asian.

E: the most annoying one in the class. JK I LOVE HER.

I miss them all already. Goodbye, Columbia. The experience was, not even exaggerating, one of the best in my life. It was awesome to be in a room filled with writers who understood, were open, and were overall just freaking AMAZING people.

Day 11 we went SHOPPING. It was really fun even with the periodic thunderstorms, we were just shopping around the cheap downtown Flushing area and bought shoes, flipflops, rings and cookies! Then we had a lot of fun at the Asian grocery store, they had the absolute STRANGEST things. Strangest Thing #1 would probably be the Clam Tongues, there were these HUGE clams with these HUGE SUPER LONG TONGUE thingies that were like, two feet long. K got all grossed out, it was great :DD

Day 12 we pretty much stayed up until 4:00 in the morning writing our short stories which are REALLY REALLY creepy might I add. Mine was about a plague spread by hearing the Meaning of Love (cheesy-sounding, but hey) and K’s was about a creepy old man who killed people and owned a candy shop. 

Day 13 would be today! YEAH.

Lemme think. UMMMMMM we pretty much just workshopped the dramas that we need to finish. Boring, but hey it was still really fun! Because people picked me usually to be the obnoxious loud person in their dramas, but still! It was great. Hahah.

Mmk! My blog posts are getting boring, so let’s go into more DETAIL.

On the bus ride home, we met Platypus (code name for cute guy) 2 and 3. 2 was red-shirt, 3 was orange-shirt with a watch K apparently thought was ‘hot’. Watches aren’t hot? What is she talking about…

Then I shouted ‘YO!’ to him when we get off (he was our stop! yay) and he looked at me like I was going to steal his wallet and rape him or something. Wimp.

For lunch I had salmon-avacado and tuna sushi that I couldn’t finish and C, K, and I didn’t want to take it, so we left it in the elevator when we went to our third class. Then we felt bad and made the Turkish dude go get it, and then we left it in the classroom I think. Isn’t that interesting? It is.

Okay! GOODBYE.

LOVE

E

Part of our Flushing hoard

Yesterday…

Last night went to church for about the 3rd time in my life. I could almost swear I was more religious than some of the teenagers in that group (so annoying. I felt like I was in public school again, where there are so many messed up people - no offense to public schools or anything), and I’m agnostic. Oh, the world.

Anyway, we screwed Chinatown because it was too far, but shopping in Flushing in the afternoon with E was SUCCESS. So cheap! Bought a pair of sneakers, 5 rings, and 1 bracelet. Total: $28. HA!

Then we went to an Asian supermarket near her aunt’s house and took pictures of everything because we are complete noobs and everyone was wondering what was wrong with us but it was worth it. Balancing red peppers on our heads? WIN WIN WIN.

WHY ARE SO MANY TURKISH GUYS SO FREAKING HOT?

I CALL THE ONE ON THE BOTTOM RIGHT.

K

We were stalking one of our Turkish friends in our class, and guess what we came across?

HIS TOTALLY HOT FRIEND ON THE LEFT.

MEET BERK. FUTURE HUSBAND MUCH?

K

E: OH MY GOD GIZEM IS SUCH A HOT NAME

K: OH MY GOD IT IS

E: LET’S STALK HIM

K: Wait I think it’s a she.

Damn.