Jennifer A. Chin (cswallow) wrote,
Jennifer A. Chin
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Hmm, well I haven't posted an entry in a while. A lot has been going on, obviously, between moving out of Lindsey's apartment and coming back to Los Altos, wrapping up my quarter and getting myself prepared for the next.
I supposed it's only right that I've now come down with a slight cold - serves me right for sleeping so little last week, then going out repeatedly in the rain over the past few days and doing such things as eating a lot of ice cream :o) I've been getting to spend a lot of time both with myself and with people - I think I'm balancing it pretty well.

This morning I had breakfast with Minh, which was really nice. I think it's interesting to see how even though we've been doing a lot of our own self-discovery type stuff in the past year, we can still come together and talk about it all and connect to each other. Some people you never stop respecting.
I had lunch with my Dad today, he came home randomly and into my room to see if I wanted to go out to eat with him. That's always a nice surprise; I feel like I'm so much closer to my family now than I've been in the past, even though I'm seeing less of them lately. Then again, absence makes the heart grow fonder, or something like that.

Yesterday I spent a lot of time with Dan, who treated me to coffee and coffeecake at Hobbee's (he was also the first one up in the morning after I woke up at 6). Later I had lunch with Amy, Bonnie, Michelle, Klaus and Dan, which was nice of course. And then I broke the hinge on my laptop, and Dan took me to the we fix macs place where they pseudo fixed it. And then we wandered around Fry's for like 40 minutes. That was nice, I hadn't done that in a while. And of course it was Dan's 2nd trip to Fry's for the day. *sigh* I missed Fry's.

The weekend in Yosemite was calming. It snowed and rained like crazy, so we all felt damp for 24 hours straight, but it's always beautiful in Yosemite and I took several really nice photos. On Friday night my dad broke out his folk guitar and we sang, and had wine. The next day we pulled on all our rain gear and boots and hats, and went for a couple hikes in the snow, and then in the rain. I got to drive home - I cruised most of the last two hours at 70 mph, which felt nice. My love for driving, I think, will never fade.

Anyway my writing isn't very inspired right now. I'm in a mellow mood, having unpacked two large suitcases and boxes, and then rearranged the books on my shelves so they would fit. My bookshelves are beautiful; I feel like I'm really beginning to build a library. The best part is that there's books on there that other people have contributed, so when I rearrange the shelf I think on everyone who has given me whatever book, and it's a nice nostalgic feeling. Plus, there's the whole thing of just handling books makes me happy.

So last night I was talking to Erin about dance (of course) and she reminded me that the whole reason we got into dancing was because Beth Wildanger's sister thought it would be fun to take us swing dancing at Starlite Ballroom that one time the summer after sophomore year. I remember dancing with people who were completely older than me, and telling them "I'm 15 but I'll be 16 soon" desperate to feel cool enough to be there. But man, if she hadn't taken us, who knows where I would be now. It's likely I wouldn't have joined BLAST. My life would be completely different. It's like in "The Unbearable Lightness of Being," how Kundera writes about the meeting of Tereza and Tomas, and how it was just a long series of coincidences and that their fate could easily have been completely different if only one coincidence hadn't occurred. And while this makes their situation almost silly - that in the blink of an eye they could have not met each other and had different lives in which they might have been equally or more happy - it also makes it all the more special that each of those coincidences DID occur.
My mom said her dance teacher told the class when they got really really good, dancing was better than sex. I told my mom "well either she's never had good sex, or else she's right." I'm thinking she's probably right though.. I mean, when you dance with someone really good you stop thinking about every step you want to take and your muscle memory takes over and you can just move with the music and the other person. I don't really know what it's like from the lead's point of view.. but I've done a little leading and I think you really do get to the point where you just do things because it's trained into your muscles and into your heart.
In conclusion, I love dancing.

I think I've found a roommate and an apartment for D.C. thanks to Robert Samuels and Shayla who put me in touch with her. So I guess things are good. I just need to let life keep going and see where it takes me.

OH and one last thing - if you get a chance to see Les Miserables in Chicago, GO. I went with Ben last Thursday and I'm pretty sure it was the most powerful theatreical experience of my life so far. AT the end of "One Day More," the act ended and Ben and I just looked at each other and we were both gasping for air from the emotion. The man who plays Jean Valjean is ridiculously amazing, as is Javert. And I thought Eponine was a standout too..."On My Own" was indescribable. Especially since I'd been listening to all the music for months and months, and then getting to hear it all in context was great.

Okay. I think that's enough :o) I have to go eat now (it's what I spend a lot of my time doing this week) and then spend more time with family!
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