What part of the burger are you?

Shatwasha may be drifting away, but we’re still a burger. And we’ll stay that way until someone eats us. 


3: &#8220;Ugh. What&#8217;s the reciprocal of 74 degrees?&#8221;

4 :&#8221;What?&#8221;

3: &#8220;Like in a circle.&#8221;

4: &#8220;Just do 360 minus 74 degrees..&#8221;

3: &#8220;I know. But then UGGH I have to open up the calculator&#8230;&#8221; -opens it-

4: &#8220;Ok, um&#8230; um. It&#8217;s uh.. UHH. OMG I KNOW THIS.&#8221;

3: &#8220;HURRY.&#8221;

4: &#8220;AAHHH.&#8221;

3: &#8220;CALCULATOR WINS. 286.&#8221;

She who cannot subtract quickly, faces shameful defeat against calculators.

3: “Ugh. What’s the reciprocal of 74 degrees?”

4 :”What?”

3: “Like in a circle.”

4: “Just do 360 minus 74 degrees..”

3: “I know. But then UGGH I have to open up the calculator…” -opens it-

4: “Ok, um… um. It’s uh.. UHH. OMG I KNOW THIS.”

3: “HURRY.”

4: “AAHHH.”


She who cannot subtract quickly, faces shameful defeat against calculators.


This is Amurrica.

On the topic of cartilage-piercings:

4: I’m afraid it won’t accurately portray who I am—that it will mislead other people.

2: Oh?

4: Like rings are for reckless and fun people, whereas studs are for the more conservative.

2: That’s ridiculous. There isn’t a caste system for these things.


She who lives in a non-hierarchial system can pierce whatever-the-hell-she-wants, wherever-the-hell-she-wants.




tumbl[r]ing into fall

fall in ithaca is so beautiful. these colors just don’t happen in california.

and when i’m walking to class, or to the library, and the wind picks up the leaves and swirls them around me…i’m carefree. suddenly, i have nowhere to go, nowhere to be. i’m here, right now, and that’s it. 

i especially like taking the route between uris library and morris down back to west. when i stand on top of the stairs, looking down libe, i’m on top of the world. the hills in the distance are on fire with golden and crimson leaves, the wind is whipping my hair in every direction, and… i’m a god. i can do anything.

the northeast gives me a new definition for fall. fall isn’t just when school starts. fall is watching fiery leaves float to the ground, fall is a refreshing breath of crisp air, fall is soft cardigans and cozy pea coats, fall is… so many things.



3: Tennis balls make really good piggy banks….And then they can be used as weapons.

She who is affluent has self-defense within her grasp.


Growing up Bananas ain’t easy

In response to: http://satsumaart.wordpress.com/2010/10/08/thursday-writing-on-friday-who-are-my-people/

I’m glad to hear that I’m not the only one to have felt conflicted growing up.

I felt like an outsider until about junior year of high school… and I could never figure out why. I liked my friends and I liked my life, so why was I always so insecure? Why did I have these feelings of conflict? Whenever I hung out with my friends at lunch, it was like I belonged but at the same time didn’t. As we got older, the differences between me and my friends only became more obvious (me growing half a foot while the rest of them didn’t budge is only part of it). I didn’t understand why I always felt so left out. These were the same people I had been friends with since elementary and middle school—it didn’t make sense.

And then I met Andrea junior year. We quickly bonded, and soon became best friends. She was my first best friend since my long time bff from elementary school and I grew apart. Thus began my first times hanging out with non-Asians. I felt so much more at ease with them in many ways, and I was able to pinpoint why I never totally fit in with the friends who were (according to Lisa’s post) supposed to be “my people”: I thought academics were important, but I was pretty laid back about them (at least compared to the other asians); I was an athlete, something all of “my people” dropped out of once academics became harder; I don’t speak Chinese (something that was the butt of much teasing by my Asian classmates); and finally, I just don’t care for many of the things that my Asian classmates did (for example: studio pictures, bubble tea, tea in general, rice). But even with my newly found best friends, I still felt the pains of being an outsider. I was aware that they were hanging out, but I was never allowed to because I was home studying. The would tease me, saying that I was “so Asian,” which would really irk me because I was bitter at “my people” for unconsciously labeling me an outsider, and wanted to distance myself from them. This attitude towards Asians was kept up from then until pretty much now. I was bitter at them for giving me all of my biggest insecurities: around those little Asian girls, I always felt like the hulk, and had no reason to believe I wasn’t (I was the tallest of my friends—even, for a while, of the guys!); and my confidence in my intelligence has always been shaky at best (I don’t like to act smart, and my friends in high school, in many cases, took that to mean that I’m not smart). So, for the last three years, I have disdained nearly everything Chinese, from the food to the people.

However, this year, I’ve made some Chinese friends whom I really like—and they’re not bananas (pun not intended) like me. I realize now that my racism against “my people” was largely due to my bitterness at not fitting in. They’re not at fault for my insecurities.. I’m just not like them.

Lisa, I’ve thought about my chances at ever fitting in as well. When I was with my Asian friends, I always felt large, clumsy, and dumb. When I was with my Caucasian friends, I always felt uptight, overworked, and timid. I was so worried when I left high school—am I never going to be an insider of a group? Originally, I decided that that answer was yes. My family has an unusual history, and that is both my comfort and my burden. However, I was also weakly affected by this realization because I didn’t mind. I had been toggling between insider and outsider my entire life, so what did it matter if I stayed that way? But being in college has changed my answer to that question. I feel much more at home here at Cornell, and with the Shatwashae, than anywhere else. Here, I have found an intellectual haven where I can act stupid, without being assumed stupid, with others. Here, I have found people who are a normal size (I can share clothes with my friends, and I’m actually shorter than most guys). And here, I have found a place where I can be both as uptight and anal as a Northeasterner and as casual as a Californian. However, I don’t know what the future holds—after college, I’ll probably find myself in insider/outsider limbo once again. But at least I can know that my chances of being an insider are not zero.


The Legendary Diva Shalonda




2: ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D $$$$



2: im going to implode



     a bitch AND a hoe

2: Workin da $treet$

He who has a name even vaguely similar to the word “diva” should never go near Shatwasha.


Nature’s Call

3: It’s so beautiful today! [DRAMATIC ARM MOTION] I want to do something outside but I don’t know what.

4: Yeah, today’s really nice.

[pause in conversation]

1: So today, I went to the Student Innovation Group and….

3: [listening]


1: … and they do tons of really cool stuff!


She who admires nature, embraces true beauty.


Adolf Hipster

1: [ ] kept saying [ ]’s a bad person, and I was like, “No, you’re not.” 

2: I’d say Hitler was worse.

He who considers himself evil has forgotten Hitler.

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