Dodging bullets Part II, Wonder Woman style

This year, I dressed up as Wonder Woman for my first Halloween in New York. I even grew my hair out specifically to pull the costume off, with boots, cuffs, tiara, lasso, and all. I even rode the subway to class like that.

People would call out to me, "Hey Wonder Woman!" or "Hey Linda Carter!" Strangely, several people called me "Super Girl." I think the red cape threw them off. Some stopped me to take pictures! It was pretty funny.

My Psych teacher reacted with, "I'm narcissistic enough to think she dressed up for me." And of course, Henry the doorman was really stoked about it. I even went to sewing class this way. But I had to take off the tiara and cuffs, when it started to get a little warm.

Some of my classmates dressed up too, including such characters as Jem, Indiana Jones, and the scary Asian kid from "The Grudge." Two guys dressed as nerds, another girl dressed as a ladybug (borrowed from me), and one dressed as a panda (also borrowed from me).

After sewing class, my classmates and I failed to get a good view of the Halloween parade. So eventually I ended up at Union Square, trying to catch a 3-d showing of "Nightmare Before Christmas." But we got there too late, cuz it was so hard to get through the crowds! So finally I ended up going to a bar in Tribeca before finally heading home.

The next morning, I found out that there was a shooting in Union Square, right after we left the area. I thought I was escaping the Halloween violence of San Francisco, but apparently this stuff just follows me around!

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Yesterday, at lunch break from sewing class, we had Korean takeout together:

Classmate 1: Man, this is so much better than all the Hot Pockets I've been eating!
Me: Ahh, Hot Pockets. I remember when I used to live on those.
Classmate 2: What's all this "used to" stuff? Why y'always saying "used to"?
Me: Well. I'm old.
Classmate 2: What? You're not old. How old are you?
Me: Uhh, haha. Old.
Classmate 3: (my class bff, who knows my actual age) You don't ask a girl that question!
Classmate 2: Come on, you're not that old. How old are you? 23?
Me: Uhh, haha. No.
Classmate 2: 24?
Me: Hah. Wow. I'm not saying anything anymore!!

Well I need to get back to school and partying with classmates who are turning 21. (hah!)

But in the meantime, you should catch up on episodes (free online!) of my favorite new tv show, "Pushing Daisies." It is a wonderful combination of so many of my favorite things: romance, a sweet boyish lead, murder mystery, magic powers, funny names, Amelie-esque narration, singing, smart dogs, and adorable 50s-styled fashion.

Damn that Hannah Montana

A few of my Californian friends suggested that I keep my age mum as long as possible, to see how long it takes for my FIT classmates to figure it out.

If my classmates realllly wanted to figure it out, it would be very easy to do that by browsing my online profile info from the various social networks. But I guess they're too lazy, not interested enough, or not geeky enough to do that.

Convo #1 from Toy Design class last week:

Classmate A: What karaoke songs did you sing last night?

Me: Hmm. Mostly 80s. Do you remember The Jets?

Classmate A: (--who loves the 80s, thanks to her big sis) Oh yeah, I know them. Which song?

Me: "Make it Real." Wait, no. We did "You Got it All."

Classmate A: (looking confused)

Me: Not "Jet." "The Jets."

Classmate A: Oh. Yeah... I know Jet. The Jets? What's that?

Me: Yeah, you don't know The Jets. That was way before your time. They kinda sounded like Janet Jackson. Big Samoan family of siblings. Good stuff.

Convo #2 from Toy Design class last week:

Classmate A: (listening to her iPod) I looove Hannah Montana.

Me: Who?

Classmate A: You don't know who Hannah Montana is?

Me: Uhh. No.

Classmate A: What?? YOU KNOW who Hannah Montana is.

Me: (pondering this briefly) Umm. No. I'm old.

Classmate B: Wow, you are so honest!

Classmate C: Wait. How old are you?

Me: Heh. Old.

Classmate A: (--who actually knows how old I am) Oh.... but I always think of you like you're 22.

Me: Thanks. Probably because I act it.

Classmate A: Yeah, you do, haha.

Classmate A: (some minutes later) Not that I'm saying you're actually old!

The other thing my Californian friends suggested, was to date some little young'un from my class, apparently qualifying me as a Puma? I hope they were joking, because a good portion of my classmates don't even qualify for the unofficial age rule.

That's right. I have classmates who aren't even legally old enough to drink in this country. Like, maybe I could have been their teacher in junior high. Like, maybe instead of wanting to jump their bones, I want to be pinching their cheeks.

FACE cheeks, people.