Every Thursday I have my leadership class.
It is not a good class.
Last class, we talked about "Knowing Thyself".
We talked about strengths and weaknesses.
Well, our own.
It was kind of cool.
In a corny type of way.
I wrote down as one of my weaknesses:
bad memory.
I have a very bad memory.
I forget everything.
I think my memory is best described as selective.
Not bad.
Bad is not good.
Hence, bad.
I guess.
I can remember tests, homework, ages, random facts.
I can't remember birthdays, names, faces.
I don't know the names of some of the kids in my philosophy class.
They've been with me since August.
They know my name.
I feel so bad.
However, when I learn someones name.
I remember it for almost ever.
It's a little weird.
So memory isn't a weakness exactly.
That was the point of the whole class.
A weakness isn't a weakness.
Except it is.
So there.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Comment
I wanted to comment on your capitalization post.
I got lazy.
I wanted to say so many things.
I had many thoughts on it.
I then realized that I didn't care.
I like how it's different.
I don't care why it's like this.
I think it's because you and I are two different people.
I like the parallelism.
I got lazy.
I wanted to say so many things.
I had many thoughts on it.
I then realized that I didn't care.
I like how it's different.
I don't care why it's like this.
I think it's because you and I are two different people.
I like the parallelism.
thirty seconds
i haven't slept a single night in over a month.
i'm just kidding.
i sleep.
i eat.
i dream.
i wish i could remember my dreams.
i often have those dreams that recur over a couple of nights.
i'm hungry but lazy, who will win the battle?
i hope you realize why i'm doing this.
i'm just kidding.
i sleep.
i eat.
i dream.
i wish i could remember my dreams.
i often have those dreams that recur over a couple of nights.
i'm hungry but lazy, who will win the battle?
i hope you realize why i'm doing this.
reality: it hurts
satire is something i appreciate.
especially in news because it seems to say more than actual news,
besides the new has been so depressing lately, i've stopped watching it.
i read this article on Haiti
http://www.theonion.com/content/news/massive_earthquake_reveals_entire
and it was completely true, all of it.
obvs, not the part about Haiti literally being discovered, but in a figurative sense, it's true.
most people didn't care about it before when Haitians practically had nothing and now that the earthquake comes along and they're worse off than nothing everyone wants to help.
it's a good thing, but it's sad that it had to come so late.
i think it was a blessing in disguise, that earthquake.
it was the final call for help.
it got people globally to open their eyes to the atrocity that is poverty and act to end it, or at least lessen it.
but Haiti is only the beginning, and i hope people realize that.
it's everywhere and it should be addressed as the important issue it is.
especially in news because it seems to say more than actual news,
besides the new has been so depressing lately, i've stopped watching it.
i read this article on Haiti
http://www.theonion.com/content/news/massive_earthquake_reveals_entire
and it was completely true, all of it.
obvs, not the part about Haiti literally being discovered, but in a figurative sense, it's true.
most people didn't care about it before when Haitians practically had nothing and now that the earthquake comes along and they're worse off than nothing everyone wants to help.
it's a good thing, but it's sad that it had to come so late.
i think it was a blessing in disguise, that earthquake.
it was the final call for help.
it got people globally to open their eyes to the atrocity that is poverty and act to end it, or at least lessen it.
but Haiti is only the beginning, and i hope people realize that.
it's everywhere and it should be addressed as the important issue it is.
citizentube
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=123164827
have you heard about this?
i think it's pretty neat,
letting people ask the questions over this new, modern medium that is youtube.
kind of amazing.
kind of advanced.
kind of scary.
we're moving into the technological age,
and it's reflected in political forums.
it's interesting.
have you heard about this?
i think it's pretty neat,
letting people ask the questions over this new, modern medium that is youtube.
kind of amazing.
kind of advanced.
kind of scary.
we're moving into the technological age,
and it's reflected in political forums.
it's interesting.
teabagger
i like tea very much so.
it's become what i look forward to each morning.
i usually have earl grey in the morning because it's bitter but has a sweet after-taste to it, which makes it appropriate for mornings.
Americans don't drink enough tea. they prefer coffee. it's probably because they're still bitter about the boston tea party.
ridiculous!
chamomile tea makes me feel like a baby; it's soothing and calming. makes me carefree.
chai is my newest favorite. it's sweet because it's essentially black tea but it has ginger in it, so it's spicy and warm. it makes me feel strong and confident.
green tea i don't like with sugar. without sugar its strong flavor comes through and it awakens all my senses. it's the cliché tea, in my humble opinion.
English breakfast tea, which is pretty much a blend of black teas and some sweet flavoring, sounds cooler than it tastes. it makes me feel British, ahahah.
i've had a pomegranate tea in my biology class and it's really really good.
that is all.
it's become what i look forward to each morning.
i usually have earl grey in the morning because it's bitter but has a sweet after-taste to it, which makes it appropriate for mornings.
Americans don't drink enough tea. they prefer coffee. it's probably because they're still bitter about the boston tea party.
ridiculous!
chamomile tea makes me feel like a baby; it's soothing and calming. makes me carefree.
chai is my newest favorite. it's sweet because it's essentially black tea but it has ginger in it, so it's spicy and warm. it makes me feel strong and confident.
green tea i don't like with sugar. without sugar its strong flavor comes through and it awakens all my senses. it's the cliché tea, in my humble opinion.
English breakfast tea, which is pretty much a blend of black teas and some sweet flavoring, sounds cooler than it tastes. it makes me feel British, ahahah.
i've had a pomegranate tea in my biology class and it's really really good.
that is all.
transition
i've noticed many changes in myself these past few years.
yet it seems this past few months i've changed more than i ever believed i would.
it all started when my friend mitchelle casually said to me, "you're different now than you were last week. i just thought you should know."
i hadn't noticed until she said that.
i mean, i felt different, but didn't think it reflected.
i don't know exactly how this change came about, but it came.
maybe it was the book i finished reading?
it really spoke to me.
maybe it was the the people i started talking to?
they've made me realize that i don't like being around the same people all the time.
maybe it was just that i came to self-actualization?
whatever that means.
i'd like to think i've overcome my shyness
i recently did an presentation in front of the class without freaking out, it was just natural. i wouldn't have been able to do that 9 months ago. it was nice.
i've also recently began forming opinions on matters.
i trust you, so i wouldn't admit this to just anyone, but until a few months ago, i didn't have many opinions on many things.
i felt kind of lost in a way.
i think i cared too much of what other people thought and feared giving a wrong answer and engaging in an argument.
i now look forward to it.
except i still don't like arguing, or debating for that matter, but i have been resilient in getting my point across. (resilient wasn't the right word to use, still i feel like it belongs there.)
oh, and my writing has changed too. i attribute that to this blog, it's a good change though.
...i can't think of any more changes at the moment. believe me they're there.
everything is in flux.
my stages are unfolding seamlessly.
i am an ever-changing self-portrait.
yet it seems this past few months i've changed more than i ever believed i would.
it all started when my friend mitchelle casually said to me, "you're different now than you were last week. i just thought you should know."
i hadn't noticed until she said that.
i mean, i felt different, but didn't think it reflected.
i don't know exactly how this change came about, but it came.
maybe it was the book i finished reading?
it really spoke to me.
maybe it was the the people i started talking to?
they've made me realize that i don't like being around the same people all the time.
maybe it was just that i came to self-actualization?
whatever that means.
i'd like to think i've overcome my shyness
i recently did an presentation in front of the class without freaking out, it was just natural. i wouldn't have been able to do that 9 months ago. it was nice.
i've also recently began forming opinions on matters.
i trust you, so i wouldn't admit this to just anyone, but until a few months ago, i didn't have many opinions on many things.
i felt kind of lost in a way.
i think i cared too much of what other people thought and feared giving a wrong answer and engaging in an argument.
i now look forward to it.
except i still don't like arguing, or debating for that matter, but i have been resilient in getting my point across. (resilient wasn't the right word to use, still i feel like it belongs there.)
oh, and my writing has changed too. i attribute that to this blog, it's a good change though.
...i can't think of any more changes at the moment. believe me they're there.
everything is in flux.
my stages are unfolding seamlessly.
i am an ever-changing self-portrait.
cApItAliZaTiOn
you're right,
the difference between our posts is the capitalization of the first letter.
how did that come about?
does it reflect our personalities in some sort of tainted way?
is it a fundamental difference in our train of thoughts?
a mirror on how we look out to the world:
the capitalized letter signifying a perspective of authority, respect, and an honoring of positions; one that does not stop to think about things, but thinks about the initial action and then moves on.
and the minuscule ones indicating a lack of awareness on such issues and perhaps a tendency to focus on the little details that make up an event, action, thought, or word.
it reflects the importance we assign ideas, thoughts, and values.
the amount of time we spend replaying spoken conversations or something someone did over and over.
I'm not saying one (you) does more than the other (me).
Not at all.
I'm not saying you completely fit one description and i the other.
I'm not saying one is better than the other.
I'm not saying either one of these qualities makes for a better person.
i actually don't quite know just yet what I'm saying, but i am getting to it.
it's impossible for me to characterize either one of us, or people for that matter, as a lower or an upper case letter.
just as it is impossible for psychologists to group people into an A or B personality.
we're thinking, living beings and any type of label in that sense is just wrong and unfair.
but i do believe there are fundamental differences that separate us.
Apart from the given physical appearances, it's how we talk and think.
How we express our ideas to others, and how we react when others convey theirs.
It's how we conduct ourselves when nobody is watching and when they are looking on.
It's how we interact with the world.
i guess what I'm getting at is that, as cliche as it sounds, what's inside is what matters and, more importantly, how we show what's there.
the difference between our posts is the capitalization of the first letter.
how did that come about?
does it reflect our personalities in some sort of tainted way?
is it a fundamental difference in our train of thoughts?
a mirror on how we look out to the world:
the capitalized letter signifying a perspective of authority, respect, and an honoring of positions; one that does not stop to think about things, but thinks about the initial action and then moves on.
and the minuscule ones indicating a lack of awareness on such issues and perhaps a tendency to focus on the little details that make up an event, action, thought, or word.
it reflects the importance we assign ideas, thoughts, and values.
the amount of time we spend replaying spoken conversations or something someone did over and over.
I'm not saying one (you) does more than the other (me).
Not at all.
I'm not saying you completely fit one description and i the other.
I'm not saying one is better than the other.
I'm not saying either one of these qualities makes for a better person.
i actually don't quite know just yet what I'm saying, but i am getting to it.
it's impossible for me to characterize either one of us, or people for that matter, as a lower or an upper case letter.
just as it is impossible for psychologists to group people into an A or B personality.
we're thinking, living beings and any type of label in that sense is just wrong and unfair.
but i do believe there are fundamental differences that separate us.
Apart from the given physical appearances, it's how we talk and think.
How we express our ideas to others, and how we react when others convey theirs.
It's how we conduct ourselves when nobody is watching and when they are looking on.
It's how we interact with the world.
i guess what I'm getting at is that, as cliche as it sounds, what's inside is what matters and, more importantly, how we show what's there.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Double Digest
I have learned many things from Archie Comics.
I have learned:
vocabulary
history
laws
puns
and so much more.
It has even helped me understand the English language.
Even though the still say, "Golly!"
It doesn't matter.
I love them.
I have around 200 in my closet.
I used to buy them at Publix.
I don't anymore.
I am kind of old now.
Though I may not look my age, it is still a bit face blushing.
So I ordered some online.
That makes me very happy.
My favorite character is Veronica.
Even if she is the rich bitch.
I like that about her.
Betty is way too good.
It gets annoying.
I like Archie.
I like the fact that the artists made him a red head.
That was a smart decision.
I like the color red.
Everybody seems to.
Since Archie Comics are still alive after around 60-something years.
I hope it stay like that.
Forever.
I have learned:
vocabulary
history
laws
puns
and so much more.
It has even helped me understand the English language.
Even though the still say, "Golly!"
It doesn't matter.
I love them.
I have around 200 in my closet.
I used to buy them at Publix.
I don't anymore.
I am kind of old now.
Though I may not look my age, it is still a bit face blushing.
So I ordered some online.
That makes me very happy.
My favorite character is Veronica.
Even if she is the rich bitch.
I like that about her.
Betty is way too good.
It gets annoying.
I like Archie.
I like the fact that the artists made him a red head.
That was a smart decision.
I like the color red.
Everybody seems to.
Since Archie Comics are still alive after around 60-something years.
I hope it stay like that.
Forever.
funniest time of the day
i had decided to sleep when i got home from school and decided i would wake up early to do homework
hence, i was doing homework at 3 am.
my house was silent.
all i could hear were the scribbles of my pen on the paper
and the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard
i have to do something about this, I thought.
so i instinctively put on Pandora.
but then, it tells me i have reached my listening limit for the month.
Strange, but expected because it happens near the end of every month.
so i go on youtube instead, don't ask why, and instead of typing in Keane, for some odd reason i decide to type kenan and kel.
you know, like that 90s show.
and i see this video
it was hilarious
i hadn't laughed like that in a while.
i had tears and everything. the works.
i continued my homework, and each time i felt like i was falling asleep, i'd watch the video and begin bursting with laughter again.
i thought it was so funny that i emailed it my older sister; just so that she'd be able to laugh as much as i did--because we have a similar sense of humor.
i check my email today and i see a message from her, it reads "wow. lam3st video EVURR"
upset, i was about to write back "you ungrateful little..." when i paused and reflected. maybe i should watch it again.
and so i did.
and again.
and again.
and again.
and again.
and i couldn't comprehend why i had found it so funny in the first place.
then i remembered that i had seen it at 3 am.
HA!
oh and i forgot, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_6JjB3-XN0
hence, i was doing homework at 3 am.
my house was silent.
all i could hear were the scribbles of my pen on the paper
and the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard
i have to do something about this, I thought.
so i instinctively put on Pandora.
but then, it tells me i have reached my listening limit for the month.
Strange, but expected because it happens near the end of every month.
so i go on youtube instead, don't ask why, and instead of typing in Keane, for some odd reason i decide to type kenan and kel.
you know, like that 90s show.
and i see this video
it was hilarious
i hadn't laughed like that in a while.
i had tears and everything. the works.
i continued my homework, and each time i felt like i was falling asleep, i'd watch the video and begin bursting with laughter again.
i thought it was so funny that i emailed it my older sister; just so that she'd be able to laugh as much as i did--because we have a similar sense of humor.
i check my email today and i see a message from her, it reads "wow. lam3st video EVURR"
upset, i was about to write back "you ungrateful little..." when i paused and reflected. maybe i should watch it again.
and so i did.
and again.
and again.
and again.
and again.
and i couldn't comprehend why i had found it so funny in the first place.
then i remembered that i had seen it at 3 am.
HA!
oh and i forgot, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_6JjB3-XN0
taken out of context
in chronological order, i present my day in conversations overheard:
"You better save me coffee, and a donut too" -Substitute Bus Driver
"Yes Dad, it's finally here" -Weird Kid Who Sat Next to Me on Bus
"Nice of you to join us. Grab a paper and take a seat" -Dorta
"Trembling? Isn't that a sexual reference" -Scholz
"Do you like this song, it's very Irish" -Jackie
"Joves..Joves..Joves..Oh crap, that's a typo. I meant Loves" -David
"We have a deadline to meet, and Miami isn't a legit excuse" -Katharine
"Those shoes are hairy. Look! it's like they're growing hair" -Isel
"He's like the guy who invented lunchables" -Random Person in Hallway
"It's a raincoat bag. Only $320. Isn't it worth it" -Desiree
"I need my PS3 to play games, man, or else I get bored" -Mitch
"Anyone want some of this finger-licking, yummy, Chinese food" -Alina
"It's like letting sheep loose at school" -Orietta
"This might be to personal, but it's relevant, my husband cheated on me"
"We should indoctrinate children with lies, it's worked so far" -Michael
"I want my kids to be religious, even if I'm an atheist" -Eamonn
"If you're looking for some dazzling handsome young man, then yes, it's me" -Other Michael <3
"You better save me coffee, and a donut too" -Substitute Bus Driver
"Yes Dad, it's finally here" -Weird Kid Who Sat Next to Me on Bus
"Nice of you to join us. Grab a paper and take a seat" -Dorta
"Trembling? Isn't that a sexual reference" -Scholz
"Do you like this song, it's very Irish" -Jackie
"Joves..Joves..Joves..Oh crap, that's a typo. I meant Loves" -David
"We have a deadline to meet, and Miami isn't a legit excuse" -Katharine
"Those shoes are hairy. Look! it's like they're growing hair" -Isel
"He's like the guy who invented lunchables" -Random Person in Hallway
"It's a raincoat bag. Only $320. Isn't it worth it" -Desiree
"I need my PS3 to play games, man, or else I get bored" -Mitch
"Anyone want some of this finger-licking, yummy, Chinese food" -Alina
"It's like letting sheep loose at school" -Orietta
"This might be to personal, but it's relevant, my husband cheated on me"
"We should indoctrinate children with lies, it's worked so far" -Michael
"I want my kids to be religious, even if I'm an atheist" -Eamonn
"If you're looking for some dazzling handsome young man, then yes, it's me" -Other Michael <3
ebb and flow
I have a stye in my eye.
It's a small bump I tend to overlook until I blink, that is.
Upon blinking the minuscule detail that is the stye becomes a large, ugly fact.
It is an anchor that weighs down the movement of my eye.
It is certainly not floating this boat, nor rocking it for that matter.
Just holding it down,
Interfering with its natural path,
Preventing it from reaching it's full potential.
That poor eye.
It's a small bump I tend to overlook until I blink, that is.
Upon blinking the minuscule detail that is the stye becomes a large, ugly fact.
It is an anchor that weighs down the movement of my eye.
It is certainly not floating this boat, nor rocking it for that matter.
Just holding it down,
Interfering with its natural path,
Preventing it from reaching it's full potential.
That poor eye.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Shopping and The Evil Plan
My friends are special.
Very special.
Two posts are not enough.
I have another friend.
She loves to shop.
She loves to shop a lot.
She's a smart shopper.
I envy her shopping skills.
She and I have our song.
Actually, it more like our songS.
"Suga, Suga"
"The Way We Are"
"I'm a Beast"
Among the few.
She's such a fun girl.
We have so much in common.
She's shy but an extrovert at the same time.
She's beautiful.
Very taken.
This is an issue.
I miss her a lot.
We live int he same city but barely see each other.
She's busy with school, job and boyfriend.
I'm busy with school and laziness.
I think I need to fix that soon.
I have another friend.
She's very, very little.
I think she's very cute.
Very cute.
Everyone thinks she's cute.
One time, this guy goes up to her and says, "you're the cute girl!"
Or something like that.
She's an amazing writer.
Just see for yourself.
Check out the posts without capititalized titles.
That's her.
She's different from me.
This is a very good thing.
She's so sensitive and sweet.
She's not aggressive.
I mean, assertive.
But that's alright.
I'm not assertive either.
If I didn't like her, we wouldn't have started a blog together.
She's a senior.
I'm going to miss her when she leaves.
I might have to come up with an evil plan.
To stop her from going away.
I think that's what I will do.
My friends are special.
Very special.
One posts was most definitely not enough.
Very special.
Two posts are not enough.
I have another friend.
She loves to shop.
She loves to shop a lot.
She's a smart shopper.
I envy her shopping skills.
She and I have our song.
Actually, it more like our songS.
"Suga, Suga"
"The Way We Are"
"I'm a Beast"
Among the few.
She's such a fun girl.
We have so much in common.
She's shy but an extrovert at the same time.
She's beautiful.
Very taken.
This is an issue.
I miss her a lot.
We live int he same city but barely see each other.
She's busy with school, job and boyfriend.
I'm busy with school and laziness.
I think I need to fix that soon.
I have another friend.
She's very, very little.
I think she's very cute.
Very cute.
Everyone thinks she's cute.
One time, this guy goes up to her and says, "you're the cute girl!"
Or something like that.
She's an amazing writer.
Just see for yourself.
Check out the posts without capititalized titles.
That's her.
She's different from me.
This is a very good thing.
She's so sensitive and sweet.
She's not aggressive.
I mean, assertive.
But that's alright.
I'm not assertive either.
If I didn't like her, we wouldn't have started a blog together.
She's a senior.
I'm going to miss her when she leaves.
I might have to come up with an evil plan.
To stop her from going away.
I think that's what I will do.
My friends are special.
Very special.
One posts was most definitely not enough.
Long, long hair and a ball of fire
My friends are special.
Very special.
One post isn't sufficient.
I have other friends outside that group.
Other super special friends.
One of them has long, long hair.
She is so earthy, so organic in an inorganic way.
She loves animals.
All kinds.
One time we were at the park by the bay.
We passed by a salt water lake and she saw a fish.
A dying fish.
She picked up the fish with her hands.
Walked to the bay.
And then she delicately released the dying fish.
So it wouldn't die.
Another time, we were talking about our hairs.
This being normal since her hair is so long.
Up to her butt.
I should say down.
Down to her butt.
So, she looks at me and asks, "when is the next crescent of a full moon?"
How was I supposed to know?
No normal person knows this by heart.
She then explained that she was going to cut her hair when that happened.
You see, it helps hair grow healthy if you cut it that day.
And so she did.
It is healthy, I think.
I like it and her hands.
She has nice hands.
I have another friend.
She's very little.
Very little.
She's a ball of fire.
She's intense and fearless.
She tends to have a problem with authority.
I love that about her.
She is so impulsive.
Everything I am not.
I can tell her many things.
And she will never find them weird.
We share many interests.
And dislikes.
I like her.
I like them both.
Very special.
One post isn't sufficient.
I have other friends outside that group.
Other super special friends.
One of them has long, long hair.
She is so earthy, so organic in an inorganic way.
She loves animals.
All kinds.
One time we were at the park by the bay.
We passed by a salt water lake and she saw a fish.
A dying fish.
She picked up the fish with her hands.
Walked to the bay.
And then she delicately released the dying fish.
So it wouldn't die.
Another time, we were talking about our hairs.
This being normal since her hair is so long.
Up to her butt.
I should say down.
Down to her butt.
So, she looks at me and asks, "when is the next crescent of a full moon?"
How was I supposed to know?
No normal person knows this by heart.
She then explained that she was going to cut her hair when that happened.
You see, it helps hair grow healthy if you cut it that day.
And so she did.
It is healthy, I think.
I like it and her hands.
She has nice hands.
I have another friend.
She's very little.
Very little.
She's a ball of fire.
She's intense and fearless.
She tends to have a problem with authority.
I love that about her.
She is so impulsive.
Everything I am not.
I can tell her many things.
And she will never find them weird.
We share many interests.
And dislikes.
I like her.
I like them both.
1+1+1
My friends are special.
Very special.
I had a nice group of friends in high school.
We were four.
Four friends.
Then three.
I didn't mind.
She was not who we thought she was.
We didn't know her at all.
So we were three and all was good.
Very good.
One of them didn't like my poem.
The other is girly enough for the three of us.
She is a completely unconventional girl in a conventional package.
She looks like the four billion girls who love pink and thought that hell meant life without make-up.
She was so superficial; she made skin look like an internal organ.
Wow, what a bad simile but it works I think.
She is so "normal" on the outside.
But her ideas, personality and values made her one of the most interesting people I have ever met.
She is so different.
She is amazing.
She is special.
But she's so hard to keep in touch with.
She is always so busy.
So slippery.
I think I've lost her.
That makes me deeply sad.
She's still my friend.
The other third of our group.
The one that laughed.
She's also special but in a completely different way.
She's a very smart girl.
Her personality is strong and complex.
We can sit for hours without saying a word to each other.
We are completely comfortable in each other's company.
We've had our fights.
It's normal since we have almost 8 years of friendship.
8 years is a lot.
She's one of my dearest friends.
So we were three.
abcdefghijkLMNopqrstuvwxyz.
Very special.
I had a nice group of friends in high school.
We were four.
Four friends.
Then three.
I didn't mind.
She was not who we thought she was.
We didn't know her at all.
So we were three and all was good.
Very good.
One of them didn't like my poem.
The other is girly enough for the three of us.
She is a completely unconventional girl in a conventional package.
She looks like the four billion girls who love pink and thought that hell meant life without make-up.
She was so superficial; she made skin look like an internal organ.
Wow, what a bad simile but it works I think.
She is so "normal" on the outside.
But her ideas, personality and values made her one of the most interesting people I have ever met.
She is so different.
She is amazing.
She is special.
But she's so hard to keep in touch with.
She is always so busy.
So slippery.
I think I've lost her.
That makes me deeply sad.
She's still my friend.
The other third of our group.
The one that laughed.
She's also special but in a completely different way.
She's a very smart girl.
Her personality is strong and complex.
We can sit for hours without saying a word to each other.
We are completely comfortable in each other's company.
We've had our fights.
It's normal since we have almost 8 years of friendship.
8 years is a lot.
She's one of my dearest friends.
So we were three.
abcdefghijkLMNopqrstuvwxyz.
Heckuva Laughter
Act I
Scene 1
(A girl is quietly sitting in a classroom. All of a sudden, the girl reaches into her backpack. She takes out a cell phone. It reads: "You've got text". She opens her cell phone and reads the text. She replies. It vibratees again informing her that she has a new one.)
Girl: (as she reads the text) Hahahahahahahahaha.
(Her classmates all stare.)
Girl: Oh, crap! I laughed out loud! (Turns red.)
(Just as quietly as she was, she leans over and dies. Of embarrassment.)
The end.
So this has happened to me a lot.
I understand that I haven't died.
'Cause here I am writing this.
I thought a little exaggeration would do the play good.
I think it was a nice touch.
I have not died from laughing by myself.
But it has been embarrassing.
After a few times, people didn't think it weird.
But that was in high school.
Now, people don't seem to get that it is perfectly normal.
Like talking to yourself.
Out loud.
That's also happened to me.
A lot.
But that's another story.
Scene 1
(A girl is quietly sitting in a classroom. All of a sudden, the girl reaches into her backpack. She takes out a cell phone. It reads: "You've got text". She opens her cell phone and reads the text. She replies. It vibratees again informing her that she has a new one.)
Girl: (as she reads the text) Hahahahahahahahaha.
(Her classmates all stare.)
Girl: Oh, crap! I laughed out loud! (Turns red.)
(Just as quietly as she was, she leans over and dies. Of embarrassment.)
The end.
So this has happened to me a lot.
I understand that I haven't died.
'Cause here I am writing this.
I thought a little exaggeration would do the play good.
I think it was a nice touch.
I have not died from laughing by myself.
But it has been embarrassing.
After a few times, people didn't think it weird.
But that was in high school.
Now, people don't seem to get that it is perfectly normal.
Like talking to yourself.
Out loud.
That's also happened to me.
A lot.
But that's another story.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Exasperation
I'm watching House.
and I just can't stand it.
I can't stand the fact that the actors are so hot.
My doctors never look like that.
My doctors are ugly.
Ugly as pickles.
Or toes.
They are never 20-something year old men.
They go don't have beautiful blonde hair and Australian accents.
Well, O.K. so maybe only one actor is hot.
O.K. so maybe two.
But this is more than in real life.
My doctors usually smell of rubbing alcohol.
And old people.
Not that I have anything against old people.
I think they're cute.
Really.
Just once I would like a beautiful, young Australian doctor.
I don't think that would happen.
I can always wish.
It's like policemen.
The one's on T.V. are so handsome.
So amazingly body abled and witty.
All the policemen I see are ugly.
Except for a few.
Exasperation!
and I just can't stand it.
I can't stand the fact that the actors are so hot.
My doctors never look like that.
My doctors are ugly.
Ugly as pickles.
Or toes.
They are never 20-something year old men.
They go don't have beautiful blonde hair and Australian accents.
Well, O.K. so maybe only one actor is hot.
O.K. so maybe two.
But this is more than in real life.
My doctors usually smell of rubbing alcohol.
And old people.
Not that I have anything against old people.
I think they're cute.
Really.
Just once I would like a beautiful, young Australian doctor.
I don't think that would happen.
I can always wish.
It's like policemen.
The one's on T.V. are so handsome.
So amazingly body abled and witty.
All the policemen I see are ugly.
Except for a few.
Exasperation!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
because i care
i'm proud of you.
: )
this is the 24th post on the 24th of january;
i'm proud of us as well.
: )
this is the 24th post on the 24th of january;
i'm proud of us as well.
No handlebars
"I can ride my bike with no handlebars
no handlebars
no handlebars"
said Flobots.
No handlebars.
Doesn't it become a sort of unicycle then?.
Except with two wheels.
Which shouldn't be too hard.
I guess.
Yesterday, I wanted to make a CD.
I'm getting bored of the CDs in my car.
Except The Killers' Sam's Town.
But I'm thinking that it can't be healthy.
Like pork rinds.
Or lard.
I might start mumbling lyrics randomly.
Then people will think I'm crazy.
I'll try to convince them otherwise.
But it won't work.
And I'll be sent to a sanitarium.
To rot.
And mumble.
Alas, I failed at making this CD.
I failed hugely.
Monstrous-ly
Gigantic-ly
Ginormeous-ly
The songs didn't burn.
So I got burned.
I had to listen to Ice Cube.
Which left me hoping.
Hoping to have a good day.
Just like him.
Execept without the AKs and drunkenness.
I'm not gangsta.
I'll try that CD again today.
I hope it works.
no handlebars
no handlebars"
said Flobots.
No handlebars.
Doesn't it become a sort of unicycle then?.
Except with two wheels.
Which shouldn't be too hard.
I guess.
Yesterday, I wanted to make a CD.
I'm getting bored of the CDs in my car.
Except The Killers' Sam's Town.
But I'm thinking that it can't be healthy.
Like pork rinds.
Or lard.
I might start mumbling lyrics randomly.
Then people will think I'm crazy.
I'll try to convince them otherwise.
But it won't work.
And I'll be sent to a sanitarium.
To rot.
And mumble.
Alas, I failed at making this CD.
I failed hugely.
Monstrous-ly
Gigantic-ly
Ginormeous-ly
The songs didn't burn.
So I got burned.
I had to listen to Ice Cube.
Which left me hoping.
Hoping to have a good day.
Just like him.
Execept without the AKs and drunkenness.
I'm not gangsta.
I'll try that CD again today.
I hope it works.
sunday morning
the sunlight comes in through the windows and seeps in from underneath the door
it travels in resplendent, radiant waves that warmly greet me as I lie in bed
the silence is pervasive and in doing so it almost clashes with the tranquil atmosphere
there is a faint clicking in the fan as it turns and turns clockwise, it seems to preserve my sanity and makes the silence bearable
I begin to think of church and postsecret
of cereal and cartoons
I begin to count the things I have accomplished
and those I did not
Lou Reed, Nico, and Adam Levine are all in my thoughts
I am awake
I am a new day
I am hope
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZXZ2wWmARY&feature=related
thank you, Cody
it travels in resplendent, radiant waves that warmly greet me as I lie in bed
the silence is pervasive and in doing so it almost clashes with the tranquil atmosphere
there is a faint clicking in the fan as it turns and turns clockwise, it seems to preserve my sanity and makes the silence bearable
I begin to think of church and postsecret
of cereal and cartoons
I begin to count the things I have accomplished
and those I did not
Lou Reed, Nico, and Adam Levine are all in my thoughts
I am awake
I am a new day
I am hope
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZXZ2wWmARY&feature=related
thank you, Cody
Friday, January 22, 2010
You don't make the rules
You, my short friend, do not make the rules.
I do.
Fact: I am older.
Fact: I am wiser.
Fact: I am amazing.
Yes, Sylvie dear is right.
I am bragging, so what?
And by the way,
Mao is dead.
And so are your chances.
Period.
I do.
Fact: I am older.
Fact: I am wiser.
Fact: I am amazing.
Yes, Sylvie dear is right.
I am bragging, so what?
And by the way,
Mao is dead.
And so are your chances.
Period.
Diaries
Diaries.
I have around 10 of them.
I've only actually finished two.
My first diary and my main middle school one.
My first diary is special.
It was given to me by my aunt.
That is not the special part.
I don't like that aunt.
At all.
She gave it to me on my 8 birthday.
December 2, 1998.
I had to look that up.
It's been with me for so long.
I kind of forgot.
My first diary entry:
"Hoy la pase bien en mi cumpleaños. chao."
It's fun looking back when I was younger.
It feels so weird.
My first diary is the most special.
I love it.
It has a beautiful scent.
Even after 11 years.
It even has my first entry in english.
Junio 27, 2000.
Four days after I moved to the US.
"Dear God theykie for this house and of the car
Theykie from my father and my mother my brother.
Theykie for all the things that you give for me"
It also has my first entry in non cursive.
I didn't know how to write block letters.
They were all capitals.
I don't write in my diaries every day.
Sometimes months go by.
Sometimes years.
I enjoy it.
I've lost many diaries.
That's why I have around 10.
If I can't find it, I get another one.
It might be lame.
It might be dumb.
But I think it's nice.
My ramblings are always interesting.
To say the least.
I don't know if I'm going to keep them when I grow older.
I hope I do.
Its like my very own postsecret.
I have around 10 of them.
I've only actually finished two.
My first diary and my main middle school one.
My first diary is special.
It was given to me by my aunt.
That is not the special part.
I don't like that aunt.
At all.
She gave it to me on my 8 birthday.
December 2, 1998.
I had to look that up.
It's been with me for so long.
I kind of forgot.
My first diary entry:
"Hoy la pase bien en mi cumpleaños. chao."
It's fun looking back when I was younger.
It feels so weird.
My first diary is the most special.
I love it.
It has a beautiful scent.
Even after 11 years.
It even has my first entry in english.
Junio 27, 2000.
Four days after I moved to the US.
"Dear God theykie for this house and of the car
Theykie from my father and my mother my brother.
Theykie for all the things that you give for me"
It also has my first entry in non cursive.
I didn't know how to write block letters.
They were all capitals.
I don't write in my diaries every day.
Sometimes months go by.
Sometimes years.
I enjoy it.
I've lost many diaries.
That's why I have around 10.
If I can't find it, I get another one.
It might be lame.
It might be dumb.
But I think it's nice.
My ramblings are always interesting.
To say the least.
I don't know if I'm going to keep them when I grow older.
I hope I do.
Its like my very own postsecret.
and everyone recounted a different story of the past
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am" --Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
That's what you just reminded me of.
My maternal ancestry is like one out of a story; like some warped Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel mixed with Oliver Twist. It's crazy.
Once upon a time, my grandfather was born in the Dominican Republic. It is said that his father was of Cuban descent, and it has always been assumed that his mother was Dominican. They were a biggish family, we're not sure how many siblings exactly. But we do know of two sisters and two brothers, for sure. When my grandfather was young, his father passed away and his mother remarried to man that was not liked by the children. Soon after, the mother passed away and my grandfather and his siblings were basically orphans. So goes the story in our family, that the stepfather had children of his own who he naturally preferred over my grandfather and his siblings. They put with the stepfather as much as they could after the mother's death, but I guess my grandfather had had enough one day. They had to walk to school barefoot everyday and it was this circumstance precisely that allowed my grandfather to run away.
He left his home, friends, and siblings behind; he also left the pain and memories that day.
The story of how he met my grandmother is another, very distinct, and also very twisted one. I'll save that for another post. Anyhow, he distanced himself from the past and only kept contact with two of his sisters who were also of his age.
One day when my mother and her siblings were young, a lady came to the door asking if an "Anjito" lived there. They were home alone and didn't know of anyone by that name, so they closed the door on her. She said she came from Puerto Rico and was looking for her lost brother. My grandfather's name was Angel, but in retrospect my mother and her siblings say that "Anjito" is probably what they called him when he was younger.
He never got in contact with her. Neither did he with his other siblings, except for those two sisters (not counting the one that showed up at the door). My grandfather does know that the older brother inherited the family property and wealth, and he used to say it as if he was resentful. But he's moved past that now.
It's interesting and sad to see how the family was separated by the death of the parents, and deep inside it even scares me to think I have a bigger family than I have now.
"There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road" --Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
L||A
9||10
That's what you just reminded me of.
My maternal ancestry is like one out of a story; like some warped Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel mixed with Oliver Twist. It's crazy.
Once upon a time, my grandfather was born in the Dominican Republic. It is said that his father was of Cuban descent, and it has always been assumed that his mother was Dominican. They were a biggish family, we're not sure how many siblings exactly. But we do know of two sisters and two brothers, for sure. When my grandfather was young, his father passed away and his mother remarried to man that was not liked by the children. Soon after, the mother passed away and my grandfather and his siblings were basically orphans. So goes the story in our family, that the stepfather had children of his own who he naturally preferred over my grandfather and his siblings. They put with the stepfather as much as they could after the mother's death, but I guess my grandfather had had enough one day. They had to walk to school barefoot everyday and it was this circumstance precisely that allowed my grandfather to run away.
He left his home, friends, and siblings behind; he also left the pain and memories that day.
The story of how he met my grandmother is another, very distinct, and also very twisted one. I'll save that for another post. Anyhow, he distanced himself from the past and only kept contact with two of his sisters who were also of his age.
One day when my mother and her siblings were young, a lady came to the door asking if an "Anjito" lived there. They were home alone and didn't know of anyone by that name, so they closed the door on her. She said she came from Puerto Rico and was looking for her lost brother. My grandfather's name was Angel, but in retrospect my mother and her siblings say that "Anjito" is probably what they called him when he was younger.
He never got in contact with her. Neither did he with his other siblings, except for those two sisters (not counting the one that showed up at the door). My grandfather does know that the older brother inherited the family property and wealth, and he used to say it as if he was resentful. But he's moved past that now.
It's interesting and sad to see how the family was separated by the death of the parents, and deep inside it even scares me to think I have a bigger family than I have now.
"There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road" --Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
L||A
9||10
sixth post today? HELL YES
i'm going in for the kill.
i'm doing it for the thrill.
um, those were song lyrics, but they seem very appropriate right about now.
when I was in Portland, I read this student made pamphlet thing on hair.
it was absolutely hilarious.
it was made by the feminist student union (fsu, ironically)
and it basically featured a bunch of prose/poetry on hair, from a feminist perspective of course.
It was really interesting to see how people thought of hair.
There was this one poem, in particular, that was written from a stripper's perspective on hair. It was, um, intriguing.
well, yeah, you just made me think about that.
I never did tell you more about my experiences in Portland.
It was really cool. I didn't sleep much, because there was so much to do.
Downtown Portland has to be one of the hippest places I've ever visited.
There's a big music scene there, and tons of clothing stores, and restaurants and cafes, and much open eco-friendliness.
There this bookstore called Powell's is like the Barnes and Noble here on crack (that's a good thing).
And the girl whose room I stayed in was super sweet; she was kind of a big druggie, but not everyone there is like that, I just got lucky(?) I guess. Her mom was actually from El Salvador. Cool?
I visited a French class and Hum110, which is the only required class; it's like tok except better. The students' interactions in the classes is really what won my heart.
But enough about Portland, and more about war.
I've always wanted to read the Art of War by Sun Tzu, I think.
I think I have too many interests and not enough time.
I should really stop procrastinating, but I have to finish this post first.
L||A
9||9
i'm doing it for the thrill.
um, those were song lyrics, but they seem very appropriate right about now.
when I was in Portland, I read this student made pamphlet thing on hair.
it was absolutely hilarious.
it was made by the feminist student union (fsu, ironically)
and it basically featured a bunch of prose/poetry on hair, from a feminist perspective of course.
It was really interesting to see how people thought of hair.
There was this one poem, in particular, that was written from a stripper's perspective on hair. It was, um, intriguing.
well, yeah, you just made me think about that.
I never did tell you more about my experiences in Portland.
It was really cool. I didn't sleep much, because there was so much to do.
Downtown Portland has to be one of the hippest places I've ever visited.
There's a big music scene there, and tons of clothing stores, and restaurants and cafes, and much open eco-friendliness.
There this bookstore called Powell's is like the Barnes and Noble here on crack (that's a good thing).
And the girl whose room I stayed in was super sweet; she was kind of a big druggie, but not everyone there is like that, I just got lucky(?) I guess. Her mom was actually from El Salvador. Cool?
I visited a French class and Hum110, which is the only required class; it's like tok except better. The students' interactions in the classes is really what won my heart.
But enough about Portland, and more about war.
I've always wanted to read the Art of War by Sun Tzu, I think.
I think I have too many interests and not enough time.
I should really stop procrastinating, but I have to finish this post first.
L||A
9||9
Earrings, necklaces, rings, OH MY RIDE!
SABOTAGE.
This is bad.
I am.
I am.
This is not good.
Worse than an emo with curly hair.
You see, here's the thing, little girl.
You can't do that.
Because:
1) You broke the rules.
2) You are not nice.
3) This means seriousness.
I am talking hardcore serious.
HARD CORE.
You opened the field.
Opened it.
WIDE.
Like the dentist.
This is bad.
I am.
I am.
This is not good.
Worse than an emo with curly hair.
You see, here's the thing, little girl.
You can't do that.
Because:
1) You broke the rules.
2) You are not nice.
3) This means seriousness.
I am talking hardcore serious.
HARD CORE.
You opened the field.
Opened it.
WIDE.
Like the dentist.
holycrazycompetitivenessfirepanicenergydrinks
I'm not one for a contest, especially when it involves a friend.
In this case, one I like a lot too.
But, in the spirit of procrastination,
I say why not?
It won't be over 'til the skinny girl hits clicks "Publish Post."
Interpret that as you may.
L=183735464836735272527272562672527
(I'm not liking this!)
In this case, one I like a lot too.
But, in the spirit of procrastination,
I say why not?
It won't be over 'til the skinny girl hits clicks "Publish Post."
Interpret that as you may.
L=183735464836735272527272562672527
(I'm not liking this!)
The Blog War
Yes.
WAR.
The hated word.
The hated noun.
Or verb.
It could be a verb.
"I'm going to war you!"
Well, the blog war, I don't know.
It's like a poke war on facebook.
Absolutely unecessary.
Verily.
I don't know its making me nervous.
I'm always nervous.
I'm always shaking.
It's crazy.
Everyone asks, "are you OK?"
"Is everything FINE?"
"Do you NEED to lie down?"
No, I don't.
Thank you.
I just adore having to explain that I always shake.
Fun.
No.
Anyway, we'll see how it ends.
Dih-dah-dih-dah-dit.
WAR.
The hated word.
The hated noun.
Or verb.
It could be a verb.
"I'm going to war you!"
Well, the blog war, I don't know.
It's like a poke war on facebook.
Absolutely unecessary.
Verily.
I don't know its making me nervous.
I'm always nervous.
I'm always shaking.
It's crazy.
Everyone asks, "are you OK?"
"Is everything FINE?"
"Do you NEED to lie down?"
No, I don't.
Thank you.
I just adore having to explain that I always shake.
Fun.
No.
Anyway, we'll see how it ends.
Dih-dah-dih-dah-dit.
the days of party-lines, barbies, and nail polish
trying to arrange a day when your friends can all get together is a difficult thing to do.
A doesn't ever pick, but only texts you.
B doesn't have text, so you have to call her, and she sucks at picking up her phone.
C picks up her phone and will text you, still her answers are vague and dry.
D will text you, don't expect a response though; she responds in approximately three hour intervals.
and E, well, everyone thinks everyone else is calling/texting her, so no one does. consequently she is forgotten until we meet, and then we feel crappy about it.
i miss the days when our meetings would be arranged through parents.
not to say they aren't now.
but back then, they were directly through them.
Mom A would speak to Moms B, C, and D, and Dad E would join the convo. They were the ones who went around their work schedules to provide a play-date for their daughters, not us. [maybe my friends and i just suck at planning.]
i also dislike the fact that we're getting together to do homework, of all things. i miss the days when we'd go over to each others houses after school, care-free and bubbly, to go play with barbies and paint our nails.
i miss the days when we'd talk on the party-lines and have as many as four girls frantically telling the others the daily gossip on the phone.
those days were nice. i miss them in theory. in actuality, i don't. i kind of prefer things as they are. i just really dislike arranging get-togethers.
L||A
7||7
A doesn't ever pick, but only texts you.
B doesn't have text, so you have to call her, and she sucks at picking up her phone.
C picks up her phone and will text you, still her answers are vague and dry.
D will text you, don't expect a response though; she responds in approximately three hour intervals.
and E, well, everyone thinks everyone else is calling/texting her, so no one does. consequently she is forgotten until we meet, and then we feel crappy about it.
i miss the days when our meetings would be arranged through parents.
not to say they aren't now.
but back then, they were directly through them.
Mom A would speak to Moms B, C, and D, and Dad E would join the convo. They were the ones who went around their work schedules to provide a play-date for their daughters, not us. [maybe my friends and i just suck at planning.]
i also dislike the fact that we're getting together to do homework, of all things. i miss the days when we'd go over to each others houses after school, care-free and bubbly, to go play with barbies and paint our nails.
i miss the days when we'd talk on the party-lines and have as many as four girls frantically telling the others the daily gossip on the phone.
those days were nice. i miss them in theory. in actuality, i don't. i kind of prefer things as they are. i just really dislike arranging get-togethers.
L||A
7||7
Hair
Hair is like a picture frame.
The picture frame of the face.
Sometimes it isn't a nice picture frame.
Sometimes it is.
I always like to change my hair.
I've cut it short.
I've had it long.
Right now, I want to keep it long.
Right up to my bosom.
Boobing it I call it.
Ill probably get bored of it soon.
I've always wanted to cut it super short.
A pixie.
Like Tinkerbell.
Just like that.
I actually do think that cutting it all off is beautiful.
Most people don't.
I think it is.
I have wondered what I would look like bald.
I doesn't work.
My imagination doesn't go that far.
To far far away.
I guess it must be cool.
Guys at least have an idea of what their head is shaped like.
I don't.
I don't remember anymore.
You see when I was little I was bald.
As the eagle.
As the national bird.
The symbol.
My hair wouldn't grow.
So I was bald until I was around 5.
I forgot what it looks like.
I hope I'm no egg head.
That's gross.
I hate eggs.
a=7 L=7 [V]
The picture frame of the face.
Sometimes it isn't a nice picture frame.
Sometimes it is.
I always like to change my hair.
I've cut it short.
I've had it long.
Right now, I want to keep it long.
Right up to my bosom.
Boobing it I call it.
Ill probably get bored of it soon.
I've always wanted to cut it super short.
A pixie.
Like Tinkerbell.
Just like that.
I actually do think that cutting it all off is beautiful.
Most people don't.
I think it is.
I have wondered what I would look like bald.
I doesn't work.
My imagination doesn't go that far.
To far far away.
I guess it must be cool.
Guys at least have an idea of what their head is shaped like.
I don't.
I don't remember anymore.
You see when I was little I was bald.
As the eagle.
As the national bird.
The symbol.
My hair wouldn't grow.
So I was bald until I was around 5.
I forgot what it looks like.
I hope I'm no egg head.
That's gross.
I hate eggs.
a=7 L=7 [V]
pre-prepared tomato sauce
when i told her about the girl that caught my eye, she cried.
maybe it's better off this way?
it's too late now for me to call.
Did I just give this unexpected attention?
I did.
But if I had began this the way I intended to, you wouldn't have looked.
I've always wanted to cut all my hair off.
Go bald.
That way I'd be able to see if there are any birthmarks/lunares on my scalp.
Don't you wonder about this too?
I mean, underneath the hairs on our head there's like a world undiscovered.
Uncharted waters.
We could become like completely different people.
Take on new identities.
We could move to Montenegro,
Where you could become Bloom and I Stephen.
L||A
6||6
maybe it's better off this way?
it's too late now for me to call.
Did I just give this unexpected attention?
I did.
But if I had began this the way I intended to, you wouldn't have looked.
I've always wanted to cut all my hair off.
Go bald.
That way I'd be able to see if there are any birthmarks/lunares on my scalp.
Don't you wonder about this too?
I mean, underneath the hairs on our head there's like a world undiscovered.
Uncharted waters.
We could become like completely different people.
Take on new identities.
We could move to Montenegro,
Where you could become Bloom and I Stephen.
L||A
6||6
new call-edge, new friends
I made new friends.
Ones i really like.
The only problem is that i'm not sure i'll get to see them next year.
See, the problem is that some go to this school i want to go to,
Others are planning to go there.
But i'm not sure if i'm going there yet or not.
(^that last part sounded off.)
I wish March would come around and then i'd have an answer.
I wish i could meet them in person.
That way Jen would believe me when i say i'm shorter than her. and we'd Listen to cool music in her room.
And Rog, well, he'd probably make me go meditate with him or something.
(I've never met a person as dedicated and kind as him.)
Dan, he's a nice kid, but he misses Israel. A lot.
And Julia takes some of the best photographs i've seen yet.
See, the only other problem is that i wish i could take YOU with me.
L||A
6||5
Ones i really like.
The only problem is that i'm not sure i'll get to see them next year.
See, the problem is that some go to this school i want to go to,
Others are planning to go there.
But i'm not sure if i'm going there yet or not.
(^that last part sounded off.)
I wish March would come around and then i'd have an answer.
I wish i could meet them in person.
That way Jen would believe me when i say i'm shorter than her. and we'd Listen to cool music in her room.
And Rog, well, he'd probably make me go meditate with him or something.
(I've never met a person as dedicated and kind as him.)
Dan, he's a nice kid, but he misses Israel. A lot.
And Julia takes some of the best photographs i've seen yet.
See, the only other problem is that i wish i could take YOU with me.
L||A
6||5
Competition?! No Way!! (to the tune of The Magic School Bus)
Yeah.
It wasn't an invite.
But hey, if you want to dig your own grave.
I say, bring it on.
Like the movie and all its sequels.
The very successful straight to T.V. sequels.
Honey, you messed with the wrong chick.
And no.
Your attempts at ghettoness, ain't gonna scare me, yo!
I got disssss.
Because:
A) I own a smart phone (holla at your gurl, BB 9700!!)
B) The score is already a=4 L=5 (not counting this one)
Therefore,
A+B= -(a)^27
Meaning A fails and L wins.
And btw (yeah, I used I.M. lingo), posting a two sentence blog.
Low
Low
Low
Low
To the windowwwww!!! To the walll!!!!
And etc.
Thus,
I will not lose the title of:
Blog Pwnage
CASH MONEY [V]
It wasn't an invite.
But hey, if you want to dig your own grave.
I say, bring it on.
Like the movie and all its sequels.
The very successful straight to T.V. sequels.
Honey, you messed with the wrong chick.
And no.
Your attempts at ghettoness, ain't gonna scare me, yo!
I got disssss.
Because:
A) I own a smart phone (holla at your gurl, BB 9700!!)
B) The score is already a=4 L=5 (not counting this one)
Therefore,
A+B= -(a)^27
Meaning A fails and L wins.
And btw (yeah, I used I.M. lingo), posting a two sentence blog.
Low
Low
Low
Low
To the windowwwww!!! To the walll!!!!
And etc.
Thus,
I will not lose the title of:
Blog Pwnage
CASH MONEY [V]
blogosphericalbeautycontest \m/
"So I own this month"
Was that an invite...to a blog competition?
I think so.
Well, I'm taking it as one now.
I hate to rain on your parade, but posting something twice doesn't up your count.
Oh, this is serious businezz now.
I'm gonna be a competitive jerk about this.
Brouhaha, I'm already planning out how I'll win this.
And guess what, it'll be like Mao, where I'll be the only one to know the rules and you just have to catch on.
E x c i t i n g ~ !
L||A
5||4
"I [so] own this month"
Was that an invite...to a blog competition?
I think so.
Well, I'm taking it as one now.
I hate to rain on your parade, but posting something twice doesn't up your count.
Oh, this is serious businezz now.
I'm gonna be a competitive jerk about this.
Brouhaha, I'm already planning out how I'll win this.
And guess what, it'll be like Mao, where I'll be the only one to know the rules and you just have to catch on.
E x c i t i n g ~ !
L||A
5||4
"I [so] own this month"
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Sickness
So I own this month.
I have posted so many entries.
I guess the start of a new year is a good thing for me.
Probably.
Hopefully.
Anyway, I am sick-ish.
By this, I mean I was super sick but now I'm on the last stages of the sickness.
Down with the sickness.
I know I made some kind of allusion there.
Completely lost with me.
I guess that's bad.
I hope it was a good one.
The kind that makes me look smart.
'Cause you know, I don't want to look dumb.
Dumb is bad.
Very bad.
So this sickness, was completely unexpected.
UNEXPECTED.
I left school at 3:15 and was feeling fine.
By 4:30, I had a fever, sore throat and etc.
it has completely baffled me.
My mom too.
She's already freaked about me getting sick.
I was a sickly child.
Every month.
It was bad.
So this sickness sucks a lot.
Not as much as chemistry.
Never as much as chemistry.
Seriously.
I have posted so many entries.
I guess the start of a new year is a good thing for me.
Probably.
Hopefully.
Anyway, I am sick-ish.
By this, I mean I was super sick but now I'm on the last stages of the sickness.
Down with the sickness.
I know I made some kind of allusion there.
Completely lost with me.
I guess that's bad.
I hope it was a good one.
The kind that makes me look smart.
'Cause you know, I don't want to look dumb.
Dumb is bad.
Very bad.
So this sickness, was completely unexpected.
UNEXPECTED.
I left school at 3:15 and was feeling fine.
By 4:30, I had a fever, sore throat and etc.
it has completely baffled me.
My mom too.
She's already freaked about me getting sick.
I was a sickly child.
Every month.
It was bad.
So this sickness sucks a lot.
Not as much as chemistry.
Never as much as chemistry.
Seriously.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
+ just had to add
"Again and again we must rise to the majestic height of meeting physical force with soul force." Happy MLK Day!
Monday, January 18, 2010
a spell of unoriginality
I've been wanting to post something, but I honestly can't come up with anything to say much less the words to say it.
And I told myself I would post something by today, so here I am..babbling about nothing.
I heard this song I really liked; it's called "11th Dimension" by Julian Casablancas. It's a nice song--in terms of lyrics and the way its sung though I'm not too big on the repeating keyboard in the background(at least that's what I think it is). Then again, I've always loved Julian's voice; the content of the song is just different from the stuff he did with The Strokes.
I'll just nod, I've never been so good at shaking hands
I live on the frozen surface of a fireball
Where cities come together to hate each other in the name of sport
America, nothing is ever just anything
I looked up to you, but you thought I would look the other way
And you hear what you want to hear
And they take what they want to take
Don't be sad, won't ever happen like this anymore
So whens it coming, this last new great movement that I can join?
It won't end here, your faith has got to be greater than your fear
Forgive them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
You are looking for your own voice but in others
While it hears you, trapped in another dimension
Drop your guard, you don't have to be smart all of the time
I've got a mind full of blanks, I need to go somewhere new fast
And don't be shy, oh no, at least deliberately - cause no one really cares or wonders why anymore
Oh, I got music, coming out of my hands and feet and kisses
That is how it once was done
All the dreamers on the run
Forgive them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
We're so quick to point out our own flaws in others
Complicated mammals on the wings of robots
If you believe in this world then no one has died in vain
But don't you dare get to the top and not know what to do
---
I've been really into jazzy and more mellow things lately, so this song is a refreshing change.
It's 11:29 on a Monday and tomorrow is a school day, I really shouldn't be awake. I just wanted to write this. I'll probably regret this in the morning. No, I wont.
Goodnight.
And I told myself I would post something by today, so here I am..babbling about nothing.
I heard this song I really liked; it's called "11th Dimension" by Julian Casablancas. It's a nice song--in terms of lyrics and the way its sung though I'm not too big on the repeating keyboard in the background(at least that's what I think it is). Then again, I've always loved Julian's voice; the content of the song is just different from the stuff he did with The Strokes.
I'll just nod, I've never been so good at shaking hands
I live on the frozen surface of a fireball
Where cities come together to hate each other in the name of sport
America, nothing is ever just anything
I looked up to you, but you thought I would look the other way
And you hear what you want to hear
And they take what they want to take
Don't be sad, won't ever happen like this anymore
So whens it coming, this last new great movement that I can join?
It won't end here, your faith has got to be greater than your fear
Forgive them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
You are looking for your own voice but in others
While it hears you, trapped in another dimension
Drop your guard, you don't have to be smart all of the time
I've got a mind full of blanks, I need to go somewhere new fast
And don't be shy, oh no, at least deliberately - cause no one really cares or wonders why anymore
Oh, I got music, coming out of my hands and feet and kisses
That is how it once was done
All the dreamers on the run
Forgive them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
We're so quick to point out our own flaws in others
Complicated mammals on the wings of robots
If you believe in this world then no one has died in vain
But don't you dare get to the top and not know what to do
---
I've been really into jazzy and more mellow things lately, so this song is a refreshing change.
It's 11:29 on a Monday and tomorrow is a school day, I really shouldn't be awake. I just wanted to write this. I'll probably regret this in the morning. No, I wont.
Goodnight.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Ava Karerina
I like my full name.
They are nice names.
They are very Hispanic.
Very fitting.
Very flowy.
However.
(Yes, a period/dot/long pause not a coma/dot with a tail/short pause)
I wish I could change my name sometimes.
There are many beautiful names.
Names that fit me better sometimes.
Names that I wish I could call myself.
I actually have a mental list.
My two favorites names:
Ava
Thea
and combination of those and others.
Like
Ava Louise
Thea Marie
Ava Karerina
Thea Elena
I also like Christian and Noah or Zoe.
Except not pronouced "so" but "zo-eh".
I like that better.
It sounds better.
It's like the name David.
I hate the English pronunciation.
The Spanish pronunciation sounds prettier, poetic.
Better.
Like the name Laura.
The English pronunciation is ugly.
Very.
I like unisex names.
Like Christian, Noah, Chris.
It makes people confused.
Awkward moments can come out.
I use to hate nicknames.
Like Alex or Kathy or Sam.
I hated the fact that people shortened their names.
It bothered me deeply.
Alexandra or Alexander is better than Alex.
Katherine sounds royal, Kathy doesn't.
Samantha, well, OK so Sam is better than Samantha.
But not better than Samuel.
Either way, I used to hate them.
Now I don't.
I got over that.
It made me a little bit freer.
So I wish I could change my name.
Right now I want to be
Ava Karerina.
They are nice names.
They are very Hispanic.
Very fitting.
Very flowy.
However.
(Yes, a period/dot/long pause not a coma/dot with a tail/short pause)
I wish I could change my name sometimes.
There are many beautiful names.
Names that fit me better sometimes.
Names that I wish I could call myself.
I actually have a mental list.
My two favorites names:
Ava
Thea
and combination of those and others.
Like
Ava Louise
Thea Marie
Ava Karerina
Thea Elena
I also like Christian and Noah or Zoe.
Except not pronouced "so" but "zo-eh".
I like that better.
It sounds better.
It's like the name David.
I hate the English pronunciation.
The Spanish pronunciation sounds prettier, poetic.
Better.
Like the name Laura.
The English pronunciation is ugly.
Very.
I like unisex names.
Like Christian, Noah, Chris.
It makes people confused.
Awkward moments can come out.
I use to hate nicknames.
Like Alex or Kathy or Sam.
I hated the fact that people shortened their names.
It bothered me deeply.
Alexandra or Alexander is better than Alex.
Katherine sounds royal, Kathy doesn't.
Samantha, well, OK so Sam is better than Samantha.
But not better than Samuel.
Either way, I used to hate them.
Now I don't.
I got over that.
It made me a little bit freer.
So I wish I could change my name.
Right now I want to be
Ava Karerina.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Good Old T.V.
Television is good.
I like it a lot.
Except no one calls it television anymore.
They call it T.V.
Just not with capital letters or periods in between.
Just tv.
Like that.
Two uncapitalized letters together.
No separation at all.
Makes it friendlier I guess.
Like a best friend.
I call it T.V.
With the punctuation and capitalization.
Because I respect it.
Yes, I do.
Emphasis on the I.
Anyway, I watch T.V. every night.
I actually have a T.V. show for each night of the week.
Except Fridays and Saturdays.
I look forward to these shows every day.
I make sure to do my homework before 8 o'clock.
Primetime starts at 8 o'clock.
Yes, I will give a list of the shows.
I think it's necessary.
Long and maybe annoying to read but most definately necessary.
Monday: House, The Big Bang Theory
Tuesday: NCIS, NCIS: Los Angeles, The Good Wife
Wednesday: Criminal Minds and Glee (Conflict! They're on at the same time! Thank God for "Recall". Except Glee isn't on now until April because of American Idol, but that's another very depressing story).
Thursday: Bones, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (because it's in between Bones and The Mentalist), The Mentalist
Sunday: Cold Case
I watch a lot of police procedurals.
My mom says it's bad for me.
I beg to difer.
It's not like it's real people.
It's fake blood and fake dead.
They're all breathing underneath the caked on white powder.
Because YES! The extra bodies in the shows' morgues are actors and actresses.
I used to not watch American shows.
Only novelas.
Except once you've seen on Mexican novela, you've seen them all.
The blonde is the evil seductress and the brunette is the poor goody-two-shoes.
They fight, the blonde dies, the brunette ends up rich and alive.
Colombian novelas are different.
Yes they are.
Very.
That's why they're being imported.
Anyway, I'm starting to babble.
So I will stop.
(and I did!)
(except for that line and this one)
I like it a lot.
Except no one calls it television anymore.
They call it T.V.
Just not with capital letters or periods in between.
Just tv.
Like that.
Two uncapitalized letters together.
No separation at all.
Makes it friendlier I guess.
Like a best friend.
I call it T.V.
With the punctuation and capitalization.
Because I respect it.
Yes, I do.
Emphasis on the I.
Anyway, I watch T.V. every night.
I actually have a T.V. show for each night of the week.
Except Fridays and Saturdays.
I look forward to these shows every day.
I make sure to do my homework before 8 o'clock.
Primetime starts at 8 o'clock.
Yes, I will give a list of the shows.
I think it's necessary.
Long and maybe annoying to read but most definately necessary.
Monday: House, The Big Bang Theory
Tuesday: NCIS, NCIS: Los Angeles, The Good Wife
Wednesday: Criminal Minds and Glee (Conflict! They're on at the same time! Thank God for "Recall". Except Glee isn't on now until April because of American Idol, but that's another very depressing story).
Thursday: Bones, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (because it's in between Bones and The Mentalist), The Mentalist
Sunday: Cold Case
I watch a lot of police procedurals.
My mom says it's bad for me.
I beg to difer.
It's not like it's real people.
It's fake blood and fake dead.
They're all breathing underneath the caked on white powder.
Because YES! The extra bodies in the shows' morgues are actors and actresses.
I used to not watch American shows.
Only novelas.
Except once you've seen on Mexican novela, you've seen them all.
The blonde is the evil seductress and the brunette is the poor goody-two-shoes.
They fight, the blonde dies, the brunette ends up rich and alive.
Colombian novelas are different.
Yes they are.
Very.
That's why they're being imported.
Anyway, I'm starting to babble.
So I will stop.
(and I did!)
(except for that line and this one)
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
remeron shouldn't be a household name
I think meanness is inherited.
Not kidding, I seriously think about this...
and conducting studies on it one day.
I've come to the realization that food tastes so much better when you know where it comes from.
People should learn that complaining about shit doesn't get you anywhere, it just annoys people around you. A lot.
One of my friend's swears she's going to become an alcoholic one day, this worries me.
Have you seen Clueless?
You know how they give that girl a make-over?
Yeah, we're thinking of doing the same.
Positivity is a great thing to have around.
Just not when stinky French fries are involved.
Ha, I love that kid. Except not really.
Telling people you take anti-depressants doesn't make you cool.
It's kinda sad actually. Doctors aren't always right, you know.
Then again, people think coming to class smelling like pottery is cool.
It sucks.
On the bright side:
It's cold. I love the cold.
I'm not sure if meeting someone whose purpose in life is to "perfect themselves and help others" should scare me or excite me.
I shouldn't make judgements, that was the first rule.
Oh man, I just lost the game.
And I did it again.
Ew I just thought of something.
But really now, I am excited to meet these people.
You know, this is nice.
It gives me something to do.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gA4aBvnaTpo
Not kidding, I seriously think about this...
and conducting studies on it one day.
I've come to the realization that food tastes so much better when you know where it comes from.
People should learn that complaining about shit doesn't get you anywhere, it just annoys people around you. A lot.
One of my friend's swears she's going to become an alcoholic one day, this worries me.
Have you seen Clueless?
You know how they give that girl a make-over?
Yeah, we're thinking of doing the same.
Positivity is a great thing to have around.
Just not when stinky French fries are involved.
Ha, I love that kid. Except not really.
Telling people you take anti-depressants doesn't make you cool.
It's kinda sad actually. Doctors aren't always right, you know.
Then again, people think coming to class smelling like pottery is cool.
It sucks.
On the bright side:
It's cold. I love the cold.
I'm not sure if meeting someone whose purpose in life is to "perfect themselves and help others" should scare me or excite me.
I shouldn't make judgements, that was the first rule.
Oh man, I just lost the game.
And I did it again.
Ew I just thought of something.
But really now, I am excited to meet these people.
You know, this is nice.
It gives me something to do.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gA4aBvnaTpo
Saturday, January 9, 2010
From Bad to Good
I am depressed.
Not literally depressed.
Not medically depressed.
I don't need drugs, really.
It's the overly used hyperbole.
The kind that denotes deep sadness.
The kind that I'm feeling right now.
I am sad because:
A) I haven't made new friends.
B) I already wrote this blog once but I erased it by accident.
This is not good.
It makes me feel not good.
I guess that was redundant.
I guess it was dumb to say.
I just want to meet someone well.
Or is it good?
Personally, I'm starting to think its neither.
I meant 'to become close'.
Closer than cream cheese and bagels
Or grilled cheese and bread.
I don't like grilled cheese.
Kind of awkward.
Very.
I guess being as close as the things in the similes isn't good either.
But heck,
(Yes heck not hell. I'm reforming my language. Even though hell isn't a bad word.)
I was exaggerating.
Exaggerating is good.
It makes for good stories.
I'm good with exaggerating.
Whatever.
I'm still sad.
Well not so much anymore.
Blogging is good.
This is good.
Very good.
Not literally depressed.
Not medically depressed.
I don't need drugs, really.
It's the overly used hyperbole.
The kind that denotes deep sadness.
The kind that I'm feeling right now.
I am sad because:
A) I haven't made new friends.
B) I already wrote this blog once but I erased it by accident.
This is not good.
It makes me feel not good.
I guess that was redundant.
I guess it was dumb to say.
I just want to meet someone well.
Or is it good?
Personally, I'm starting to think its neither.
I meant 'to become close'.
Closer than cream cheese and bagels
Or grilled cheese and bread.
I don't like grilled cheese.
Kind of awkward.
Very.
I guess being as close as the things in the similes isn't good either.
But heck,
(Yes heck not hell. I'm reforming my language. Even though hell isn't a bad word.)
I was exaggerating.
Exaggerating is good.
It makes for good stories.
I'm good with exaggerating.
Whatever.
I'm still sad.
Well not so much anymore.
Blogging is good.
This is good.
Very good.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Random Thoughts
I really don't like the cold.
I was born in a hot city.
I live in another usually hot city.
It is not hot.
It is cold.
I dont like it.
It makes my usually cold feet even colder.
GROSS.
I started a new semester.
It is nice.
Better than last one.
Better than you.
I like that song.
The band isn't famous but it's good.
It's actually a local band.
From Virginia.
I don't live in Virginia.
I realized today that I am awkward.
It was very embarrassing.
I think I have accepted this.
I talked to this boy today.
It was awkward.
I like it.
A lot.
It's kind of fun to see other people try to overcome the awkwardness.
I enjoy it.
Now.
Not before.
But now.
I do.
I even have a pair of awkward boots.
A girl commented on their awkwardness.
It was ok though 'cause she liked them.
I like her for noticing that.
Anyway,
I have to end this post.
I'm going ice skating.
Ironic isn't it?
Since my first sentence was talking about my hatred of cold.
But it's a sacrifice I'm making to see my friend.
The one that laughed at my poem.
The one that I love.
I was born in a hot city.
I live in another usually hot city.
It is not hot.
It is cold.
I dont like it.
It makes my usually cold feet even colder.
GROSS.
I started a new semester.
It is nice.
Better than last one.
Better than you.
I like that song.
The band isn't famous but it's good.
It's actually a local band.
From Virginia.
I don't live in Virginia.
I realized today that I am awkward.
It was very embarrassing.
I think I have accepted this.
I talked to this boy today.
It was awkward.
I like it.
A lot.
It's kind of fun to see other people try to overcome the awkwardness.
I enjoy it.
Now.
Not before.
But now.
I do.
I even have a pair of awkward boots.
A girl commented on their awkwardness.
It was ok though 'cause she liked them.
I like her for noticing that.
Anyway,
I have to end this post.
I'm going ice skating.
Ironic isn't it?
Since my first sentence was talking about my hatred of cold.
But it's a sacrifice I'm making to see my friend.
The one that laughed at my poem.
The one that I love.
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