portlanddddddddd

when stressed we regress[ed]

it is reading week, well the end of it now, and it seems that after 1 am our studying ceases to be productive and we begin to get delusional. though as soon as 2 am comes around, we're all hyper-productive and/or ready for bed.
we being the girls on my floor, of course. my family, my sisters, my best friends; and our satellite boys.
so far we have :
-broken out into a Mulan, "be a man" sing along
-discovered that one of the girls, and satellite boys, knows how to play a variety of Disney songs on the piano. Colors of the Wind, anyone? A Whole New World?
-put on make up on each other only to dance around and take it off
-straightened/played with each other's hair
-sent each other pictures of cute animals via fb
-walked to the 24 hour supermarket and bought cheesecake
-tried on crazy costumes from a treasure chest and run around campus, then come back to our living room to make hot cider and a study guide for Biology

i keep wondering why people on campus are so stressed out about finals, then i remember they don't live on my awesomesauce floor.

les français, ils ont le secret de la vie

est-ce que vous savez la difference entre le souvenir et la memoire?
the French have two words for memories–i'm not exactly sure if we have the equivalent of these in english.
le souvenir is a recollection of memories through sensation; you remember the feelings, smells, sights, textures of a memory as if reliving it again. la memoire is more objective in its nature: it is the past recounted from the present perspective, making it less insightful, less personal.
luc told us the most beautiful thing last class. i wish i could have recored it verbatim; it was the combination of his Swiss accent and the depth of what he told us that made it especially impacting.
he advised us to think of the past in each present moment; like if you touch quelque chose with an unusual texture think of all the things with that texture you've touched, and what you were doing, who you were with, and who you were at that point. he continued to tell us to capture the sensations of this present in order to recall them in the future; in order words, take a moment to capture everything around you each day–capture the aura of the time and your views on it.
i thought it was wonderful; though this post doesn't convey how moving his words really were to me.
xx

All Nighters

I do not think I could pull an all nighter.
I just don't think I can.
My twist on an all nighter makes it not an all nighter.
Basically, I go to sleep around 1 and wake up at 6.
I sleep for 5 hours.
It is not too bad.
I mean, I think it is healthier too since I am getting sleep.
I don't run the chance of falling asleep while driving.
Which FYI, is very dangerous.
I guess, all nighters have their advantages.
I don't waste time sleeping.
But then again, sleepipng allows me to recharge my battery and be alert.
I think I will probably have to pull an all nighter sometime in the future.
Though if I continue to be on top of my test dates, I won't need it.
I will have studied ahead making an all nighter unnecessary.
I just hope I will do good in my tests.
I really do.
I need to rest in God.
He willl bring peace, wisdom and intelligence.
'Cause by myself?
Ha.
I say ha.
Not going to happen.

I feel bad sending you so many emails :D

So I should be studying. I really should. But I need a little break. He did explain and I did get it, I think. So how about I've been thinking about legs. I know that's super awkward but I really have been thinking about them. There's this boy with stumpy legs and they bother me. They don't fit his torso which happens to be long. I wonder if he cares. He doesn't seem to because he wears shorts all the time. I wouldn't. I'm glad my legs are proportionate to my torso. I mean, yeah they could be longer but hey, it's not ridiculous awkward. Aren't you glad your legs match your torso? Cause you should be. Oh and also I look at shoes. I don't know why, but I do. I realize that shoes are a little important in my head, I don't know why. It's like legs. You have awesome shoes, just saying. There's this boy that has awesome shoes too, except for the days he wears flip flops. There's this other girl who ALWAYS wears leggings. I wonder why. I mean, yeah they are comfortable but I mean doesn't she want to wear jeans once in a while? Jeans are nice too, plus leggings aren't technically bottoms, so I mean she's basically not wearing pants/bottoms everyday. Also, my physics professor needs to go on a shopping spree in which he buys pants that are his size. I feel he has had the pants that he wears now for a long time, back when he was a smudge skinnier. Now they just sort of fit in in a very odd way. They cut his body into many different shapes. He needs to buy new pants and a new belt. His belt is frayed. It is because I noticed he keeps his keys hanging from his belt and I'm guessing that whenever he uses them he isn't careful not to hurt his belt. So I mean I guess getting a new belt would be dumb since he is going to ruin it super fast. The cute boy didn't show up to class today. It was a little sad because I mean this is the last of the times I am going to see him. I mean, we need a proper goodbye you know? But well, I guess he doesn't realize that, which could be due to the fact that he doesn't know I have a tiny crush in him. Well, whatever. This boy sat next to me. He smelled so good! He ALWAYS smells good. I wonder what he does to smell good all the time. I mean cologne and perfume go away after a while, unless he carries around a bottle of his cologne but I'd rather not think that since I think it is a little awkward. I am also a little addicted to my iPad. It is so sort of amazing to type on a touch screen. No lie. It is actually pretty comfortable. I think I'm going to post this as a blog entry. So I did.

excess

i remember hearing somewhere that this place is unstable, almost bulimic in its nature.

there are long, dry periods of work--where the library is the only place you will find anyone, even on a Friday night.

then, the whole school undergoes some sort of regurgitation in which they make up for what they may have been missing.

my thanksgiving break was excessive in every way possible. everything you're supposed to do in moderation, we went all out on.

the smell of food makes me nauseous now.

it's Sunday, and of course i'm now realizing the massive amount of reading i should have done over the break, but it's ok, because it was so worth it.

this thanksgiving has made me extra grateful for little things in my life like a big, open kitchen to cook in, or maybe the fact that i don't usually do the dinner preparations. i'm also thankful for the wonderful friends i've made who have quickly become my second family, and for my actual family who was kind enough to take pictures of everything and text them to me as it was all happening, so i wouldn't miss a minute of the festivities.

Smiley faces?

Oh yes, smiley faces!
You see, they are for you reader.
Our faithful one.
We don't want you to connect our thoughts with our faces.
It makes me feel uncomfortable to know that you know what we look like.
I'm sorry we made the blog private for a little bit.
We were trying out the project 365.
We didn't want out faces out in public.
We failed.
But I didn't want to delete the pictures or posts, so I put smiley faces.
Notice there are some with glasses.
Yup, I went there :)
I know you probably don't exist but I like to think you do.
Hope you keep on reading!
Love,
Us :D
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WE Suck

There's no I in team.
But the is an "e", which is also in we.
We as in WE suck.
This is because I too can't keep this going.
I realized I don't like taking pictures.
I don't really remember taking pictures.
Plus, carrying a camera?
NO.
Love you!

iSuck

i was unprepared for this picture as i am for this 365 project. i don't think i'll be able to keep this up; sorry.

Fo'

11/12/10

I didn't go to class today...
I spent my day with my mom.
Loveee her!

tights are my favorite thing ever

also, i bought 2 pounds of clothing today and helped someone bring a chair back on a bus when i should have been reading greek lit.

this will be a fun night.

TR3S

11/11/10

No school?

Yes, bed all day!

next

oheyy you know that bio test i thought i failed miserably? i definitely scored above the median, so a B(?).
wooohooo! my dormies and i ordered in food to celebrate!

and my finger looks weird. and so does my fake smile.

365-2

11/10/10

One picture was not enough!

This describes my day.

93, son!

Yeaaaaaa, boiiii.

Physics II is conquered!

begin

this captures my day:

-Herodotus' Histories

-my big circular, colorful scarf

-my favorite spot in the library (next to all the ancient french texts~!)

3 SIX 5 - Uno!

11/9/10

This is my picture for today.
I wore these shoes today and I felt like a clown.
I really did.
I don't even know why I picked these shoes today.
They bothered me ALL day.
They were in my head and wouldn't leave.

déjà vu

1. déjà vu means already seen, so i guess this is more of a déjà ecouté, already heard

2. my roommate's best friend just arrived from ny/ohio/san francisco and i just heard them have this conversation:

roomie'sbff: becky, i picked up some paint on the way here. can i paint you something?

roomie: paint me something i'll be so proud of that i'll put it on my wall. make it abstract though, so i have a story behind it.

roomie'sbff: thats tough like when....(rehashes a memory...). i'll need inspiration

roomie: (joking, referring to a conversation me and her had earlier) check out alison's room for inspiration

roomie'sbff pokes her head in, looks around, says: ahaa! i'll draw you a bottle!

um, i think you and me said something to this effect earlier. isn't that weird?

Project 365

I've been giving this a lot of thought.
Like, the blog.
It's been in my head for a long time.
I just don't know.
I guess I just have never wanted to commit.
I think I will.
A, you are such a good friend.
We have made this beautiful blog together.
We have write to each other frequently.
I guess, what I am trying to say is:
Would you start the project 365 with me?
(Bends down on one knee and pulls out a camera)
What do you say?

Funny and Things

I am going to be 20 very soon.
It doesn't change anything.
It doesn't give me any special privileges or anything.
Not like 18 or 15 or 21 do.
I mean, I am still going to legally not be able to do the same things.
I just don't know.
I really just do not know.
I felt like writing too.
I really did.
Much like you, I also click on the page hoping for a pleasant surprise.
Usually, I don't find anything.
I haven't written because I feel like I have hit a point in my writing that is not good.
I am really not writing very well.
I just have nothing excitement to say.
To share.
I think I have stopped being a little bit funny.
I mean, I never thought I was funny but people seemed to think I was funny.
Oh shit.
Maybe I was never funny but people just said I was funny as a nice way of saying that I was weird.
Or something.
You know when you tell a person, "you're so funny" but you really mean, "oh wow, you're such an idiot."
I do it all the time.
It is better than saying "oh you are such a slut"
or "oh you are so ignorant".
Oh shit.
This is not good.
I hope I was actually funny.
Except I never meant to be funny.
And when I did, nobody thought I was funny.
OH SHIT.
People ARE using funny as an euphemism.
I am not liking this epiphany at all.
Crap.
Whatever.
I guess if my stupidity makes someone laugh then that's OK.
Laughing is nice and relieves stress.
Stress is not good.
I don't think that sentence was the proper one to finish this post with.
Neither is the one above.
I will babble until I find the write sentence.
Except, now I am realizing that is was.
I'll just rewrite it.
Stress is not good.

the end of a weekend, a month, and being underage

i feel the need to post something, though i'm not exactly sure why.

maybe it's because every few days, as i decide to take a break from school work i'll come on here, in hopes of finding a written treasure and i find nothing.

maybe it's because i feel the need to write something that i will later be able to look back on.

it's halloween.

there is an intro bio test on tuesday that most people are studying for tonight, as there was a review session scheduled in the evening. i am studying on my own, in my common room, alongside other studious dormies. i made soup and had leftover ice cream and cake. i watched some friends get all dressed up again, and overhead the mob of halloween carolers practice their caroling before heading out.

my birthday was friday.

it was a strange combination of being ambushed by people wishing me a happy birthday and interrogated by others, "how old are you?," "why so young?," "do you feel any different?." the best reaction i got to my age was, "ohh, you're old enough ;)". yes, that wink was included; twas a bit creepy, but funny. my parents sent me cake, ice cream, balloons, party hats, and plastic noise makers which mixed well with a couple of bottles of pink wine and friends. the night ended with us heading to a dance party in one of the other dorm common rooms.

saturday was harvest ball.

despite being out so late, i managed to wake up early, on a quest to get breakfast and begin a dance paper. as i walked into the dining hall, this guy ran up to me and gave me a long hug. after breakfast with him, my paper, then pumpkin carving/pie-ing, i came back to get dressed for the night with my dormies. there was a live band, reel big fish; wicked costumes, and a flailing of bodies. ska is the best live music to dance to. i don't think dancing has ever been such a cathartic part of my life as it is becoming at this school.

between the work, the rain, and the work, i feel that dancing is what keeps us well.

out of mind

while we're on the subject

i'm almost positive that i have a talent in attracting awkward situations.

can we change the subject now?

also, people keep mistaking me for a sophomore. i don't get it.

my job, did i tell you i got a job? at the theatre?, is getting so much better.

i love it.

all you heard

We're reading Egyptian poems and Greek lyric in one of my classes. These two really stood out to me--enough to blog about.

Girl) The Voice of the goose sounds forth

as he's caught by the bait. Your love

ensnares me. I can't let it go.

I shall take home my nets,

but what shall I tell my mother,

to whom I return every day

laden with lovely birds?

I set no traps today,

ensnared as I was by love.

-Love Lyrics of Ancient Egypt

Trans. Barbara Hughes Fowler

-----------------------

He seems to me to be equal to the gods,

that man who sits across from you

and listens close at hand

to your sweet voice

and lovely laughter. Truly it sets

my heart to pounding in my breast,

for the moment I glance at you, I can

no longer speak;

my tongue grows numb; at once a subtle

fire runs stealthily beneath my skin;

my eyes see nothing, my ears

ring and buzz,

the sweat pours down, a trembling

seizes the whole of me, I turn paler

than grass, and I seem to myself not far from dying.

But everything can be endured, because...

-Sappho, Fr. 31

a cause de garçons

i can't tell if a guy is being very friendly, very creepy, or just very flirty.


This is problematic.

san fran

Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatchu gon' do when they come for YOU,

Hello.
Yes, it has been a while.
Yes, I am to blame.
But hey, what can I say, ju know?
I've been a little busy.
Just a tad.
It has been such a big change from doing nothing.
So, I am typing instead of studying.....
I'm so bad.
Oh, yess.
BAD TO THE BONE.

twentyandtwo

i never did this one.

a website:

http://theoatmeal.com/comics/tyrannosaur_crack

Elmo is WAY too cool

Elmo interviews Neil Ptrick Harris!

bliss

I've been smiling and singing this song all day.
These lyrics make me so happy.

I'm so unbelievably happy.

>
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see

vent.

it really bothers me when one person texts you/calls you all the time

there's this guy i've become good friends with, but he's one of those people who texts or calls other people when he's bored.
so i talk to him like at least once a day over the phone, then see him in person.

hahsdbjdfnkstkm
this just frustrates me.

on a lighter note, i've met so many guys/girls named aron/erin that i've made it the default name if i forget someone's name.
you're... erin/aron, right?
3 out of 5 times it works.

B.Y.O.B.

Bring Your Own Brain.
It fit better I think than Bring Your Own Booze.
Hey! I got it.
I got why it is called B.Y.O.B. and the lyrics.
It totally makes sense now.
Epiphany!
It's cute.
Why did I start with B.Y.O.B?
I do not know.
I am listening to it.
I guess I wanted to be witty.
There was probably a witty remark with it.
It totally flew over the cuckoo's nest.
My brain.
Out.
I should listen to myself and bring my brain.
Obviously, it is not here.

never too old

i saw thumbelina last night for the first time in a while and it was SO great.

i had forgotten what an enjoyable movie it was--full of all these sexual connotations, ethnic stereotypes, and just really bad lines.
it sends such a horrible message out to little girls: follow your heart if you ever get lost; be convinced by everything everyone else says [sings], 'cause they're right; and when all else fails, whine and look pretty and someone will help you.

it was bad, yet so so good.

best advice, ever.

The Great Scare

So, picture this.
I am driving from Kathy's house after a great day of hanging out.
Enjoying each other's company and KFC.
Just as I'm about 6 to 7 minutes from my house, it starts pouring.
Very, very hard.
I can't see two inches in front of me.
I slow down to 10 mph.
I'm concentrating so hard on the road that I don't hear my phone ring.
Did I mention the car was excruciatingly low in gasoline?
So, when I stop at the light, I see around 15 missed calls.
I try calling back my dad and my phone dies.
No biggie, I'm only three blocks away.
Right?
Wrong.
I go inside my house and quickly turn off the alarm, which seems to be a little weird.
Whatever, maybe it was because I took too long turning it off.
I run to the kitchen and look for the house phone.
I didn't mind that the lights were off.
I'm not scared of the dark.
So, I dial and as I wait for my dad to pick up, I turn on one light.
Suddenly, my dad picks up.
He starts screaming at me telling me "how dare you not answer?"
I'm thinking calm down and really not paying attention, when he says "the alarm company called, the alarm went off, there might be someone in the house".
At this moment, I'm already outside the front door.
I'm freaking out.
I start screaming to the phone.
My mom takes charge.
She tells me, "it might be nothing, stay in the car".
Don't they understand I've already gone into the house?
That the car is locked?
That I have nowhere to go?
What am I to do?
WHAT AM I TO DO?
I tell her "I'm outside, its raining, the car is locked, I'm talking thru the house phone".
She tells me to go to the neighbors.
But they're not there.
What am I to do?
She says "run to the car!"
So I do that.
I try a door.
Locked.
I try the second door.
YES!
Success.
I am still crying.
But now, I'm not wet.
And safe.
Yes.
She tells that they are far.
They will be right here.
I hang up but I'm still crying.
Who can I call?
My friends are gone.
I can't call anyone.
So, I wait.
I wait and I calm down.
By the time, they get to the house.
I'm OK.
It was just a false alarm.
Thank God.

west coast represent

I wrote the nicest three paragraphs on how much i love the food diversity san francisco, the landscape of oakland, and vineyards that literally sparkled in napa valley. but of course i still dont know how to use this phone and erased all of it instead of deleting one letter -___-

move

Imagine having a dance party with several people all in different locations over a computer video chat

recipe fo' success

this is my favorite dish that i can make (keep in mind, i can't cook very many things)!
i've always called it winter food...it just make sense.
you can use the Campbell's soup cans or substitute them with real cream of mushroom soup and noodles and mixed vegetables,,,,,but that takes too long when you're hungry
i don't have measurements or anything, use intuition ;]

ingredients:
-ground beef
-potatoes, preferably peeled
-1 can of Campbell's cream of mushroom soup (1 can per 7 potatoes)
-1 can of Campbell's vegetarian alphabet soup (1 can per pound, or something like that)

LITERALLY the meat and potatoes part of recipe:
1. boil the potatoes, peel them, cut them into horizontal slices so they look like big ovals--not fries.
2. put the slices of potatoes into a baking pan, making sure each slice does not cover another, but are not very spaced apart
3. in a separate pot, pour the cream of mushroom soup in. add two cups of h2o, rendering the "soup" thicker than a liquid texture. pour the cream of mushroom over the sliced potatoes in the baking pan
4. in another baking pan, mix the ground beef and vegetarian alphabet soup. the soup will act as a seasoning for the meat, plus it'll add tasty vegetables and crunchy noodles. spread evenly in the pan as this will bake.
5. you probly should've preheated the oven at some point, but its too late now. turn the oven to 350degrees, wait til it preheats, then stick errything in there. cooking time varies by oven by should be 15 to 25 minutes. so check up on it! the potatoes/cream of shroom should look golden-esque on some parts, but not all over and the meat should look a nice shade of cooked brown and it might even look a little dry, but its not, its just cooked.
5. enjoy! with sky juice (ahem, water)

Twenty-two

I love this website!
I'm going to make pancakes like that for my kids.
For sure.
http://www.jimspancakes.com/
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More scattered thoughts and a twentyone

Hm so im sick in bed its 254 AM and i cant go back to sleep. Guess what? I got a new phone. Ive never been very excited over new phones...and that sometimes makes me feel not very teenagelike so i pretend im excited for my friends' sake. Oh and you know what else my parents changed things up so now im leaving on the 13th im not very excited by this..i kinda wanted more time here..but on the brightside we are going to san francisco! Crap i still have to finish the odyssey and annotate it pshhh i am ignoring the 'recommended' reading of the iliad even though i feel like it will come back to haunt me..maybe not? ughsdjhdkdj. I feel sleepy now, i guess this was my sheep baaaaah gnight

Twenty-One

Strawberry Yogurt
Ingredients:
• 500 gm Yogurt
• 1/2 cup Strawberry (crushed)
• 1/4 cup Milk
• 2 tbsp Honey
• 1 tbsp Custard Powder
• 2 tbsp Sugar
• Fresh strawberries for garnishing

How to make Strawberry Yogurt:
•Mix milk, custard powder and sugar in a pan.
•Cook over medium flame while stirring continuously.
•When the mixture gets thickens and turns creamy, put off the flame.
•Cool it for some time.
•Combine the above mixture, honey, yogurt and strawberry crush into a blender.
•Blend it into a fine paste, chill.
•Garnish with fresh strawberries and serve.

Simple and fun.
Love it.
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just a thought

so i have beiber fever, minus the beiber.
i'm sick.
it's not very fun considering i had things i wanted to do.
i leave in 12 days, thats exciting !
i'm nervous.
i have to finish reading the odyssey, i have 70 pages left.
and i think i'm going to redo the last post i made just 'cause its messy looking.

ps. i hadn't written anything for a while because i had forgotten the password

my hobby is taking random pictures on my phone haha. witness the greatness:

Sigh

Sigh.
I missed writing things here that aren't about the days.
I guess I forgot I could write other things.
I like the days thing.
But still, I don't know.
I registered for my classes today.
It was nerve wrecking.
Not the process, but the fact that I will be taking those classes.
I hope I am prepared.
I don't know.
The names sound so scary, so hard.
Like the classes will overwhelm me.
I hope they don't.
I really hope they don't.
I like mathematics but I don't know if it likes me?
Sometimes, it doesn't like me.
I hope this semester we have a beautiful and loving relationship.
Sigh.
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Twenty (No teen!)

I don't really have hobbies, hobbies per say.
One hobby of mine would be to try to guess people ages.
I mean, random people.
Oh and especially actors.
I'm pretty good at it too.
I also like to collect random facts in my head.
Even if I do forget them after a little while.
Well, I also enjoy reading Archies.
Though, I had to throw away all of my Archies.
They were so broken and yucky.
I miss them though.
I also um, enjoy doodling.
It's a big hobby.
My notebooks are always super covered with junk.
:)
They make me happy.
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nineteen, take two

i think those are great talents. we call the burned rice "concon", at least my mom's family does.

hmm, untraditional talents:
i think i can pick up people's emotions really well..i guess i'm just sensitive.
i'm incredibly flexible; fingers included, and this freaks people(you) out
and i can make mean mushrooms!

Nineteen

I have many talents.
I think a good useful talent of mine is the ability to straighten the back of my hair.
I guess a lot of people can do it but well, um, I like how I do it.
My mom can't do it.
And um, yeah.
I guess another better talent is the ability to burn rice to perfection.
You know, get it to stick to the pot?
We call it "cucayo".
It's very good with ketchup.
Yum.
I guess I just don't want to state the obvious talents, you know?
But well, um yeah.
:)
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wighteen

i like thinking about the world, and how many people are leading different lives.

like, when i was little i would go watch airplanes take off from a nearby airport; it was exhilarating to see the flying machine take off and wonder about each of the passengers--where they were heading, what they were leaving behind.

it's exciting to think that people are being born, people are dying, people are celebrating, people are worshiping, people are living. it makes you feel small, and i don't mean literally like me.

Eighteen

Today, I wanted to share my favorite short story.
I'm sure I've shared it already but whatever.
This story made me cry.
It really did.
The story is by Julius Lester.
"Spear".

Oh and also, how awesome is Jason Mraz in Sesame Street?
Singing with Elmo a song made just for the show, "Let's Go Outdoors (to the tune of I'm Yours)".
My children are DEFINITELY watching Sesame Street.
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i couldn't resist

alright, so here's the story i have behind the bather:

i was at the MoMA one summer with my sister and a boy cousin and a girl cousin. my sister and the girl cousin ran off to go look at sculptures, and the boy cousin and i went to see the bather--which i was obsessed with at the time.

so on our way there, i see this cute and quirky looking ginger boy. he happens to be going the same way (we don't make eye contact or anything, we're just in the same area). eyah i'm admiring the beauty of the bather and my cousin points to this odd looking girl coming our way (at this point, the ginger is next to us).
this girl walks up to the guy and goes, "hey, i've been watching you since you were on the other floor, and i was wondering if you wanted to grab a cup of coffee or something after" and the quirky boy turns red, like his hair, and awkwardly says "uh yeah, i'd like that! b..but can i ask you a question" she nods, and he continues "what made you want to approach me" and she responds with "you just seemed interesting"

and they walked off.
i think it was one of the cutest random things i've seen. and the fact that i witnessed it all in front of the bather makes it so much better.
i'd like to think the ginger and the odd girl were meant to be together.

seventeen, again

so i had this post all planned out in my head.
art, i like art. i like french people too. and french artists=amazing!
i was going to pick Cezanne's The Bather, and i had a story to say about it too, that was until i decided to click the "Next Blog" button at the top of the page.
and BAM!
i ran across this:
http://mattiasa.blogspot.com/?expref=next-blog
very, very cool
wooh random blog art!

7teen

This is one of my favorite artist.
I adore how she paints glass.
It is so beautiful.
It is Janet Fish's "Green Tea Cup".
I love it!
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Sixteen

I don't really know which is the true title of the song.
I believe it is:
Tengo Hambre de Ti
or it could be:
Por Un Destello de Tu Gloria
not sure.
But it is sung by Jesus Adrian Romero.
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sixteen

Two Headed Boy by Neutral Milk Hotel



this is like one of my favorite songs, despite its sadness

the whole album is absolutely amazing, i think it was inspired by Anne Frank, which makes it so much more meaningful .

Fourteen?

So I didn't know what fanfic was either.
I googled it.
That I did.
Turns out to be a website.
Knowing this now, I think I saw it on a Degrassi episode.
They're not that good...the fanfics I saw I mean.
Whatever.
I picked one :)
http://m.fanfiction.net/s/5879142/1/
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iforgotwhatnumberthisis

i'm not exactly sure what fanfic means... and i don't really feel like looking it up.
so im gonna guess its fiction written by fans of fiction?
i don't really read anything like that....so can i say nothing.
yea, ok.

annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd, i'm in love with this song

Regrets

I am in the process of moving to a new house.
Day dos is complete.
(Thank the lord!)
Not country or state.
Still, I have many regrets.
Like not meeting the really cute guy down the street.
WHO (or is it whom?) I found out is a policeman.
How much cuter is that?
I also regret not going out to my backyard so much.
I regret not keeping my bedroom so clean.
I regret having put up a hammock.
(Just because I'm going to miss it; there is no good walls in my new room!)
Small and big regrets.
What I don't regret is wanting to move.
I kind of like my new house a lot.
I can't wait for you to meet it :)

(By the way, I agree about the Marie Antoinette movie. It sucked. I did enjoy the scenery and the visuals. I wish I could be the dauphine too. We should have a ball!!)
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today is bastille day

i just finished watching Marie Antoinette, the movie with Kirsten Dunst, and woah it was bad..BUT it made me think:
1. why don't people have balls anymore? i wanna go to onee
2. i want to be la dauphine of france, it would be fun

haha, that's all for today

oh and 14. nonfic book, i pick Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin. good stuff.

Fourteen

Marie Antoinette: The Journey
By Antonia Fraser

Lady Antonia Fraser is her proper title. It's because she is the daughter of an earl.
I think that's kind of cool.
I wish my dad was an earl.
Except not a broke earl but the kind with money.
I read that book.
FYI?
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thirteen

it says a fictional book, not necessarily your favorite, but just a fictional book

so i'm going to with Harry Potter- )the series as a whole(

i don't like it anymore, but it was the series that got me interested in reading, so i feel like i have to credit it for that.

i've gone back and tried to reread what i found so interesting just a few years ago, but i've found that the sentences are short. the plot is predictable. there's no underlying meaning in anything, every detail is just kinda thrown at you.

downtown

i'm going to my sister's art exhibition today!
and i'm super excited

back to eleven

my friend took this and when i complained about it being zoomed in and half my face being cut off, he said it was artistic...

AHHHHHHHHH YAHHHHHH!

I'm in a karate mood.
I saw Karate Kid.
It was really fun.
Better than the original.
Except not really.
I mean, the original was kidn of amazing.
With Mr. Miyagi and Daniel-san.
Still, Daniel-san was NEVER EVER as cute as Xiao-Dre.
Frreaking Will Smith and Jada Pinkett-Smith make one hell of a beautiful baby.
The movie was cute.
Predictable.
Jaden Smith is just adorable.
That was basically the highlight of the movie.

Trece

The Other Boleyn Girl
by Philippa Gregory

It's a totally fictional book.
Kind of bothers me.
This is a case of fact stranger than fiction.
But whatever-

baby

i forget my brother is a baby.

we have a guest in our house and my parents decided to give him my room. i knew nothing of this, i didn't even know he was coming; i came back from a sleepover to see my stuff in my brothers room.

they expected me to share a bed with him. his small, twin bed. so we did 'cause i felt bad making him sleep on the floor ahahaha.

and i couldn't sleep because his nightlight was on, so i turn it off and suddenly he starts talking. we talk for almost an hour before i tell him t go to sleep. and he says, "i can't, i'm scared. "

and it was so cute. so i told him he could grab my foot whenever he got scared (half joking) and he did, the WHOLE NIGHT.

i couldn't stop laughing, but it was so cute.
i forget he's a baby.

douze

you what i don't like? P's
sandfjsdnfmgdfgdrfgkm
pending. what the hell?
i've waited forever for those stupid ib scores and now history decides to make us all wait even more, of course.


i'll do eleven whenever my computer decides to stop being a cacface and let me upload a picture

Doce

Today, I made up a word.
It is not a word with a good connotation but it tickled my fancy.
The word of the day is:
pimpleada-adj. having a very big break out problem.
Laura esta pimpleada.
Yup, that's right.
I broke out.
It's to be expected after a whole week of sun, sunblock, sea and pool.
Still, I'm VERY grossed out by myself.
I wish I didn't have to look at myself.
TMI- I'm not pimpleada on the face but my shoulders.
Grossssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
(I hope I grossed you out!)

Once

My sister, myself and a friend :)

one of those

today is one of those days where i don't feel like seeing people, i hope you get this and don't think i'm being awfully weird.

but i made plans for today and if i don't follow through, the people i'm supposed to see will probably be very upset with me for a long time.

ughhhh i don't want to go.

the other nine and ten

one i took and one of a past me.

Dies

I'm just adorable.

I couldn't help myself!

I like this little thing so much!

It makes you do fun things.

Nueve

I took this picture in Medellin.

People LIVE there.

In very unstable houses.

So sad.

But pretty.

Siete

This is the view from my hotel room for this week.

I love this picture right now.

I brings so many good memories to my head.

So many good memories!

huit

this oil spill makes me so sad, any picture i see of it or the organisms effected by it breaks my heart. (ps. i donated my hair to help clean it up!)

parking lot narrative

this blog is good, its helping me write. and when i'm not writing, i'm thinking of ways i could write something.

example/ i wrote this on my phone, waiting for my sister because i was too lazy and unkept to leave the car

people come and go.
i stay, i watch.
they withstand the rittling and rattling of the shards of metal on wheels that is a shopping cart. they load up their bags and leave a trail of carbon emissions in their wake.

i, adjacent to a tree where black crows observe the same phenomena, watch.
they search for food.
i sit in the walmart parking lot and look out, watching the people coming and going.

7

this photo makes me happy. i swore i was going to marry paul when i was little, i still would

stolen

It was horrible. I had to make the transition from the musty air in my car to the even more humid and pervading air in the Publix parking lot to arrive at the refreshing albeit warm air circulating the enclosure of the Dollar Tree store all because my mom wanted me to get her stupid powder to clean the carpet. I was obviously in a bad mood and hating the hot weather.

I went aisle by aisle, not knowing where to find the product I sought. I started at the front of the store and by the time I had peaked my head into the 3rd row, I was convinced that the hippie cashier and I were the only ones in the store—that’s when I reached the 4th aisle. That’s where I saw a lady nervously fumbling to stick something in her purse. What the hell? This fortysomething year old is stealing something frm an aisle where theres aluminum foil and those plastic baggies you put your sandwiches in. Why would anyone do that? Especially if its only going to come out to a dollar and seven cent?!

Mind you, this is all going through my mind and I stood still watching her; I’m not very good at being discrete. She gave a contemptuous look and I stared right back at her with a “yeah, I just saw what you did, bitch” face and I kept walking, continuing my quest to find that carpet cleaner stuff.

Should I tell, should I not tell? Who do I tell, the hipster cashier? I thought about it and decided to let it be. Who knows mwhat financial situation she was in, maybe she seriously needed it…though I should mention that she did have a hand basket full of other stuff, so she probably could’ve afforded 1 more thing. Whatevrer, I was just hoping the situation would fix itself, karma.

I found what I ws looking for and I got in line. Of course, the thief lady is in front of me and suddenly the store seems to be buzzing with people. They get in line behind me, make noise, you know, buzz up the place lol.

When the thief goes to pay the cashier says her total is 4.24. reasonable? I think so. The thief pulls out a 5 dollar bill and the cashier who has super long white hair and bangs, orange tanned skin and rocks an argentinan accent says, hold on, I’ll go get change in the back. The thief says no, I have to go, I have exact change. She takes out 4 singles but she only has 10 cents. The cashier says don’t worry, I’ll cover the rest, you have a nice day. And the thief lady looks at her and insists on finding change in her purse.

By this point I’m just giving the thief a nasty look because, honestly, the cashier is being so nice to her and she’s STEALING from the store. In the end, the thief gives in the 4 singles and 10 cents and lets the cashier keep the five too. The cashier looks at me and says, how nice, I love surprises.

I think, I love twists.

Of course, this whole thing happened in Spanish, because this is Miami, jajaja.

seis (dos)

you know what tickles my fancy? that expression.
i just found out when it came from

and seeing you write stuff too is nice

*etymology, i think thats the word for word origins, yeahh, thats what tickles my fancy

Seis

Dune Messiah tickles my fancy.
It is kind of a good book.
I think I like Frank Herbert too much.
BUT I hate mosquitos!

I'm here!

See.
I care.
You aren't talking to yourself.
I'm listening.
I'm being like a good listener.
Letting you talk while I just listen.
I figure it is time to put my two cents in.
The end of June does need to come.
I miss you lots too!
Especially since you are leaving.
I think about that a lot.
And how I am going to cry when you leave.
But I try to shove it to the back of my mind.
I'm kind of good at that.
I think I will join you in the whole day thing.
It seems super fun.
Like super fun!
I think the picture of the moth is a little scary.
I would have probably freaked out and thrown it away.
I'm glad you didn't because even though it is a scary picture it is still a kind of awesome picture.
I want to totally see the video of your dad dancing.
I forgot the other posts because well, my memory is a little bad.
I miss you so much!

um,

i feel really awkward doing this by myself.
its like when you're talking to someone behind you and theyre not there so it looks like you're talking to no one, yea thats how i feel

fourfive

I don't have a favorite book. it doesn't feel right to single out one, i like many.

same with quotes. i don't a have very good memory when it comes to inspirational quotes or whatever but i just "stumbledupon" this one:

“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting ‘Holy shit…what a ride!’” ~Hunter S. Thompson

sport

I like people watching, it's so much fun to do

today i went to fairchild with a friend and people watched, we also watched plants and nature because that's what you do there, but people were very interesting

3.

Gilmore Girls

No question about it. I'm not very good at keeping up with tv shows. I usually will watch one season and then watch a few episodes here and there until I eventually lose interest. Not with Gilmore Girls for some weird reason; I've seen every episode multiple times and I love it. I think it's the really fast talking and all the references they make to pop culture that keeps me interested.

I'm currently really into watching Pretty Little Liars (yea, I know it sounds lame, but its like law&order + the secret life of the american teenager + desperate housewives. it's good-bad drama suspense murder scandal, thats the best way to describe it) and Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations (i'm developing a crush on him).

family line

texts between my (half) and me:
-Oh yeah and wish your dad a happy father's day for me lol
-Lol sure, I have the coolest dad
-I guess, but mine is funnier
-Mine can make the best Barney impressions
-Mine likes to embarrass me in front of my friends with the same Barney impressions followed by imitations of Indian accents. "In my country"
-Lol that's cool but I don't think your dad has ever danced with clowns in Santo Domingo

this reminded me of how funny my dad is; i'll show you the video of him dancing sometime, it's sooooo funny

2.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

I like movie plots that aren't in chronological order. This one is like that, plus it's a love story, a comedy, and has a little fantasy twist to it, woah!

father's day

i've always thought that it must suck to be a bad parent and know it and be reminded of it on father's day (or mother's day).

i hope i'm not a bad parent.

1.

Sam's Town by The Killers.

The first time I heard this song I liked it because of its message; now it has so many memories attached and I love it. I like that whole album a lot in general 'cause its like a long, unwinding story line.

hiphiphooray

Ok so I clicked on the NextBlog button and found this. I figured it's summer and I really don't have anything to do besides read The Odyssey (I applied for a few jobs, but doubt I'll get them). so if I'm going to be on the computer I should do something more interesting instead of wasting time facebook stalking people I don't really care about. So, here it goes:

* Day 01 — Your favorite song
*Day 02 — Your favorite movie
* Day 03 — Your favorite television program
* Day 04 — Your favorite book
* Day 05 — Your favorite quote
* Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy
* Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy
* Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad
* Day 09 — A photo you took
* Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago
* Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently
* Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy
* Day 13 — A fictional book
* Day 14 — A non-fictional book
* Day 15 — A fanfic
* Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
* Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
* Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy
* Day 19 — A talent of yours

* Day 20 — A hobby of yours

* Day 21 — A recipe

* Day 22 — A website
* Day 23 — A YouTube video
* Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy
* Day 25 — Your day, in great detail
* Day 26 — Your week, in great detail
* Day 27 — This month, in great detail
* Day 28 — This year, in great detail
* Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
* Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy

moth

I took this today; I thought it looked graceful.

aleuba|abuela

my grandma is staying with us, she leaves this week (:(), but i have some observations i need to note:

-she sleeps almost all day, which makes me a little sad because that's uncharacteristic of the grandmother in my memory, but she is ageing
-she's lost her ability to cook amazingly, which she admits
-she still talks to the tv when watching novellas, and will proceed to inform anyone in the room what's going on in the novella--even if you don't care/aren't paying attention
-the stuff she says is so much more ridiculous now than when i was little. or maybe i just appreciate it more now? examples:: she had a fifteen minute long conversation with herself (bc my sister and i were half listening) about how she liked gay people because they're 'especial'; she warned us to run if we ever saw someone throwing hot milk at us, 'cause that stuff burns you, she said; she made fun of an old lady (read: a lady her age) at the store, when the lady could hear what she was saying; every day as we're all watching a world cup game she complains about how she doesn't understand why "those people" like to throw themselves on the ground (she just doesn't get that they fall, etc)

she's hilarious, i love her.

on a side note: my aunt decided that she wanted to be called "abi" by her granddaugther when she found out she was gonna be a grandmother and i just thought that was odd. aren't the names little kids call their relatives kind of not under your control? at least, that's what i always thought.

the end of june needs to come

'cause i miss you


i feel kinda lame blogging about this. and maybe just blogging in general, lol.

me

I saw my reflection in the puddle, I was terrified.

effervescence

Happy we dance;
We slide, we glide, we float.

The night is infinite
Friendliness in abundance
Silence in moderation

It's a climatic buildup of energy--
The bass keeps going,
some keep playing, some keep dancing:
everyone maintains the atmosphere.

One by one each person reaches their limit, their peak.
A few develop penchants for others in these inebriated conditions
A few take advantage of these newly exposed weaknesses

Dancing, albeit it continues, loses its form
It becomes a waving of arms, a swaying of legs
A pulsating desire

Laughter becomes larger than life
Bottles are empty, hearts are heavy
Hugs are rampant, as is chattering

Attention: the speakers are done; they've burst

Everything is uninhibited, pure.

Escape until tomorrow.

tautology

i currently have 162 unopened emails; half of them are words of the day, half of them are those weekly things i get from stuff i signed up for forever ago, but never need anymore.

the word emails are my favorite. sometimes, actually most of the time, i "star" the emails and put them in a "favorite words" folder (gmail rocks hard!).

the one that is among my favorites is Promethean. It's an adjective, and according to Merriam-Webster it means- of, relating to, or resembling Prometheus, his experiences, or his art; especially : daringly original or creative.

I copy and pasted the brief background on Prometheus at the bottom of this post for anyone who comes across this and doesn't know/is curious.

I've always been into Greek mythology, but have never had a chance to formally study it. I suppose that's what makes this word so special--it's allusion.

I'm looking forward to using it one day and having people appreciate it's background.

Now on to deleting more emails, my goal is to be a normal person and have none unread!


*Prometheus (one of the Titan giants) modeled humans from clay and then taught them agriculture and all the arts of civilization. He also stole fire from the gods and gave it to humans. So inventive was he that anything that bears the stamp of creativity and originality can still be called "Promethean." Zeus, however, had wanted the human race to perish, so Prometheus' actions were also disobedient. Hence "Promethean" can also mean defiant of authority or limits. As punishment for his disobedience, Zeus chained Prometheus to a rock where an eagle daily tore at his liver. Thus, any suffering on a grand scale can also be called Promethean — though this sense is not as common as the others. (courtesy of Merriam-Webster)

dear read reda dera

by the time you return in late june i will have read the following books (putting them on here will make me accountable for reading them):
-Anna Karenina
-One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
-The Catcher in the Rye
-Slaughterhouse-Five or some other book by Vonnegut
-The Great Gatsby
-Brave New World
-On The Road
-A Doll's House (it's a play, but w/e)

other books i'm hoping to read over the summer, but will probably not be able to read in june:
-The House of Trees
-The Anthem
-The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
-Madame Bovary
-The Awakening
-One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
-Catch 22
-To Kill a Mocking Bird
-The Glass Menagerie
-The Plague
-Norwegian Wood

to re-read:
-Sophie's World
-Smashed
-The Picture of Dorian Gray
-The Master and Margarita

to force myself to finish:
-One Hundred Years of Solitude, I've been on page 74 for the past year D:
-some play by Oscar Wilde i;ve been trying to read since 9th grade

babybag

(224):
Just bought myself a coach diaper bag. I thought it would be perfect for school. the baby bottle holders are where i'm gonna put my booze
----

There's a girl in one of my classes who has spent the whole year looking at coach diaper bag because they're "cuter and have way more compartments than regular bags."

She seriously makes my days.

BSB FOREVER

THE BOYSSSS =D

BSB FOREVERRR

No kidding.
I think I will be in love with them even when I am 40 and they are 56.

It won't matter to me.

Really it won't.

It was such an epic night.

SUCH.

AN.

EPIC.

NIGHT.

They danced.

They were corny.

We screamed.

It was GREAT.

My throat is on fire but I do not care.

At all.

I would do it again.

FER SURE.

I think I became 7 again and they became 20.

Really, I think they did.

Even AJ who is missing hair.

It didn't matter.

He was great.

His voice still sounds amazing.

Nick and Brian.

The blondies.

The cuties.

My favorites.

They still looked the same.

Except manlier.

Which equals to more AWESOMENESS.

They seriously just made my summer.

It is going so well.

So so well.

My concert buddies could not have been better.

We screamed and laughed and screamed some more.

I think I blew Nicole's ear drum.

And the people's in front of me.

I think I did.

I hope I did.

They're so cute!

I wish I could have gotten their autograph.

I would have totally probably I think I don't know what would have happened had that happened.

Really I don't.

I think we caught them in their best time.

They're mature but not too old.

They're in a nice age.

30-something.

This was a really good start to summer.

It really was.

Sigh.

=)

the end has no end, it may just be the beginning

everything happens for a reason, i do believe that we all serve some purpose on this earth. i do believe that circumstances are not always under our control, they're planned by a higher, more potent being.

i've always wondered why i couldn't have been in the grade below mine, where my age would have fit in. where i wouldn't have been asked if i had skipped a grade every time i said my age, i would've just blended in.

this past week, however, with the presentations of our interests in class, i've come to see a different side of my peers. a side that makes me appreciate them each so much more. as human beings, as individuals. they are all such radiant people inside and out; i know they will go places.

they surprise me with their intellect in class, they confound me with their absurd endeavors out of class. more than that, conversations i've held with almost everyone linger in my memory and help me characterize them for the distinct personae they uphold.

through these projects, however, i've been re-inspired and reminded of why i like them as peers. it's like that week after camp when i know that humanity isn't totally lost, except this is on a wider scale.

as much as i bitch about them every now and then, i love them and will miss them more than i thought and i've only come to realize that this past week.

i'm lucky as hell to have gotten to know them; i am convinced that's why i'm in the grade i'm in. i wouldn't have been able to connect with any other age group or admire any other group of people as i do my current peeps.