scandalous and exciting though technically true version:
I skipped plans with ADX sisters on Valentine's Day to go to a movie. with a BOY.
more realistic version:
I skipped dinner and movie ('definitely, maybe' so you can't blame me) with sisters to go to my friend's cinema class with him where they were watching the new jack black movie. and i love jack black.
but still. that has to count for something. like, i have friends. also, i love jack black and can't wait for 'kung fu panda' to come out
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
two weeks in hawaii
on Wednesdays I have class from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., with a break from 10-11. So there I was, sitting in Tutor Hall (swanky engineering building), in my usual spot (little side lobby with low benches), pretending to read my econ book (for my international trade class which I love), listening to some music. And I'm thinking about ADChi (I am the president, btw) and praying about it because we have decisions to make and all this stuff. So I'm praying and thinking about it and then I think, "wow. I really like this song... so calming... what am I listening to?" and look down and realize I'm listening to 'Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman' by Britney Spears (very calming? apparently) and I would like to tell you, from personal experience, that music takes you to places you never thought possible. I didn't even know I had that on my mp3 player*
*oh wait yes I did. I love pre-crazy Brit!!
*oh wait yes I did. I love pre-crazy Brit!!
Monday, January 21, 2008
"Death by Chocolate" (Sia)
um... I don't want to be emo or anything but I love this song so much. so much. video posted below isn't studio version, but you get the idea. oh and before I forget: buy the album.
Death by chocolate is myth
This I know because I lived
I've been around for broken hearts and how
Lay your head in my hands little girl
This is only right now
Death by crying doesn't exist, though
The headaches feel a bit like it
You might explode
But you reach the end of the road
And you, little tree
I'm certain you will grow
Tears on your pillow will dry and you will learn
Just how to love again
Oh my weeping willow
Let your leaves fall and return
Oh darling the seasons are your friend
Death by anger, this is true
Just let him go he can't hurt you
Oh little girl this is such a cruel cruel world
This is the first, of a million broken hearts
Tears on your pillow will dry and you will learn
Just how to love again
Oh my weeping willow
Let your leaves fall and return
Oh darling the seasons are your friend
Oh it wont be long you will grow strong
Up up and away
He's but a falling leaf, he's but a falling leaf, he's but a falling leaf
Death by chocolate is myth
This I know because I lived
I've been around for broken hearts and how
Lay your head in my hands little girl
This is only right now
Death by crying doesn't exist, though
The headaches feel a bit like it
You might explode
But you reach the end of the road
And you, little tree
I'm certain you will grow
Tears on your pillow will dry and you will learn
Just how to love again
Oh my weeping willow
Let your leaves fall and return
Oh darling the seasons are your friend
Death by anger, this is true
Just let him go he can't hurt you
Oh little girl this is such a cruel cruel world
This is the first, of a million broken hearts
Tears on your pillow will dry and you will learn
Just how to love again
Oh my weeping willow
Let your leaves fall and return
Oh darling the seasons are your friend
Oh it wont be long you will grow strong
Up up and away
He's but a falling leaf, he's but a falling leaf, he's but a falling leaf
Saturday, January 19, 2008
stranger things have happened i know
on friday, some shelves were pissing me off. So after class I went to the hardware store (a.k.a. ferreteria thank you l.a.) and got myself a 2'x4' piece of plywood and a pack of carpenters pencils. I proceeded to sharpen the pencils (with a KNIFE!), measure out the lengths I wanted with a measuring tape and mark them with my newly-sharpened pencil. I then went at them with a CIRCULAR SAW (plus gloves + old shirt to shield my clothes + oversized sunglasses as safety glasses). Then, I NAILED them to the back of the shelves that were pissing me off (stuff kept falling off the back).
I am the master of my domain.
I am the master of my domain.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
smitten for kittens
oh hai.
I'm back at school. unpacking, reading, buying pretty flowers for my room. the usual. I've also been writing a lot more recently (i.e. more than the none i did last semester), as in song writing. mostly lyrics. that people might hopefully want to hear? also that aren't all emo sad. also that aren't trite. it's rough. but i like them. they come in little snippets and patches. like a quilt you make out of scraps. non emo or trite scraps. but it's fun, I keep a little file on my desktop to type them in. unfortunately, my guitar's coming tomorrow, so no music to put them to. yet.
when I flew back (ATL - CLT - LAX), I got two semi-smutty magazines for the long plane trip (marie claire and self... safe choices so you don't get the '50 ways to blow his mind in bed' articles). And I opened them up on my short ATL-CLT (charlotte, nc) flight and realized, less than I care about sex confessions, I don't even care about getting perfect winter skin or how to part your hair in new and exciting ways. So I flipped through them, pausing to smell the fragrance adds, and scanning the horoscopes (so ambiguous... I might find my husband, or I might like die and go into bankruptcy). So I bought an Economist at charlotte and read it cover to cover on the way to LAX (also watched Rush Hour 3, a.k.a. Asian mobsters in Paris, a.k.a. Lindy loves Jackie Chan movies). in other news: I've been wearing the same pants for six days in a row (in my defense, the rest of my clothes are arriving tomorrow. not in my defense: i knew it in advance and didn't care). I'm not very good at being a girl.
I'm back at school. unpacking, reading, buying pretty flowers for my room. the usual. I've also been writing a lot more recently (i.e. more than the none i did last semester), as in song writing. mostly lyrics. that people might hopefully want to hear? also that aren't all emo sad. also that aren't trite. it's rough. but i like them. they come in little snippets and patches. like a quilt you make out of scraps. non emo or trite scraps. but it's fun, I keep a little file on my desktop to type them in. unfortunately, my guitar's coming tomorrow, so no music to put them to. yet.
when I flew back (ATL - CLT - LAX), I got two semi-smutty magazines for the long plane trip (marie claire and self... safe choices so you don't get the '50 ways to blow his mind in bed' articles). And I opened them up on my short ATL-CLT (charlotte, nc) flight and realized, less than I care about sex confessions, I don't even care about getting perfect winter skin or how to part your hair in new and exciting ways. So I flipped through them, pausing to smell the fragrance adds, and scanning the horoscopes (so ambiguous... I might find my husband, or I might like die and go into bankruptcy). So I bought an Economist at charlotte and read it cover to cover on the way to LAX (also watched Rush Hour 3, a.k.a. Asian mobsters in Paris, a.k.a. Lindy loves Jackie Chan movies). in other news: I've been wearing the same pants for six days in a row (in my defense, the rest of my clothes are arriving tomorrow. not in my defense: i knew it in advance and didn't care). I'm not very good at being a girl.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
action/adventure
break has been.... long. long enough now. i need to get back to school. ADX is going well. Not excited about my classes. I checked out of school about a month ago, don't know if I'll get back into the groove of things.
But brooke and I are planning to go to Little Tokyo to the Japanese stationery stores to get our binders and notebooks so... there is hope!
But brooke and I are planning to go to Little Tokyo to the Japanese stationery stores to get our binders and notebooks so... there is hope!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
p.s. pictures
I ain't got no baby pictures, this is the best I can do
from our disco invite:
me and danielle lookin hot
me and my date (we matched.... radical) and, of course, my little
thomas and i at home. photobooth on mac is the most pointless/awesome application in the land.
set out running
wow. lack of posting.
#1: my gma passed away, I don't like to talk about but am in a lot of pain. I thought about her every day (I lived with her this summer part of the time) and still do. If everybody experiences 'cramps' differently (some girls have back pain, e.g.) then i think mourning can be the same.
#2: a few days ago i was thinking i had some magical power over men. example 1: i'm watching a movie with a friend at his house and say, "I'm cold can I go get a blanket?" and then - he jumps up and gets me one! whoa. example 2: I'm at home making lunch for greg (i.e. heating up the goodies people bring over) and i say, "do you want sour cream on your tortilla soup?" and he offers to get it from the fridge (even though I am right next to the fridge). so either guys are growing more and more decent, or they fear me and my wrath? who knows.
#3: but #2 isn't true. at least, I have no further evidence.
#4: no good deed goes unpunished. I get in greg's audi today to visit kristin and do some christmas shopping. So before I get on the freeway I stop at a gas station to fill up. There's a guy at the pump in front of me (like when 2 are on the same island) so I don't freak him out by getting as close to him as I can, and have to pull the hose sort of awkwardly to get it to fit in the gas hole. And I fill up the gas tank - all the way. not the 'so it looks full' all the way - i mean until it clicks. Then I get back in the car, and it won't start. and i check the gas tank, still won't start. i call aaa and they come see me, say it's a battery problem. I'm cold and i say 'ok give me a new one'. They install a new one, but I take the car home just to be safe (I called kristin and cancelled). I get home. Try to start the car again - it won't start. I call aaa again, say, 'i called earlier someone needs to come check if they installed it correctly because it won't start again'. another guy comes, tells me it's a fuel pump problem and I need to take it in now while it's running (he made it start) so I call our mechanic, who doesn't work on audis, who recommends someone else. we take the car over (greg drove, too, so I could get home) and leave it there. So I wonder... a fuel pump problem... did I cause it by filling up the tank and not getting too close to the other car and end up stretching the hose awkwardly?
who can say... but we're one car down and the purple van doesn't go above 40 m.p.h. (transmission), and none of the bikes here have baskets. I'd install one but the boys insist that they're too 'gay'. not true. they're too AWESOME.
#1: my gma passed away, I don't like to talk about but am in a lot of pain. I thought about her every day (I lived with her this summer part of the time) and still do. If everybody experiences 'cramps' differently (some girls have back pain, e.g.) then i think mourning can be the same.
#2: a few days ago i was thinking i had some magical power over men. example 1: i'm watching a movie with a friend at his house and say, "I'm cold can I go get a blanket?" and then - he jumps up and gets me one! whoa. example 2: I'm at home making lunch for greg (i.e. heating up the goodies people bring over) and i say, "do you want sour cream on your tortilla soup?" and he offers to get it from the fridge (even though I am right next to the fridge). so either guys are growing more and more decent, or they fear me and my wrath? who knows.
#3: but #2 isn't true. at least, I have no further evidence.
#4: no good deed goes unpunished. I get in greg's audi today to visit kristin and do some christmas shopping. So before I get on the freeway I stop at a gas station to fill up. There's a guy at the pump in front of me (like when 2 are on the same island) so I don't freak him out by getting as close to him as I can, and have to pull the hose sort of awkwardly to get it to fit in the gas hole. And I fill up the gas tank - all the way. not the 'so it looks full' all the way - i mean until it clicks. Then I get back in the car, and it won't start. and i check the gas tank, still won't start. i call aaa and they come see me, say it's a battery problem. I'm cold and i say 'ok give me a new one'. They install a new one, but I take the car home just to be safe (I called kristin and cancelled). I get home. Try to start the car again - it won't start. I call aaa again, say, 'i called earlier someone needs to come check if they installed it correctly because it won't start again'. another guy comes, tells me it's a fuel pump problem and I need to take it in now while it's running (he made it start) so I call our mechanic, who doesn't work on audis, who recommends someone else. we take the car over (greg drove, too, so I could get home) and leave it there. So I wonder... a fuel pump problem... did I cause it by filling up the tank and not getting too close to the other car and end up stretching the hose awkwardly?
who can say... but we're one car down and the purple van doesn't go above 40 m.p.h. (transmission), and none of the bikes here have baskets. I'd install one but the boys insist that they're too 'gay'. not true. they're too AWESOME.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
conquest
remember that one time that I wanted to learn "St. Judy's Comet" by Paul Simon (if not you can find it here). Well, I'm playing it for my guitar jury in two weeks. SWEET VICTORY IS MINE.
and speaking of sweet victory, I also learned how to play "Nothing I Can Do" by Ben Taylor, the other song in the post - with the posted video. I'd like to take credit... and my fingers are calloused and everything so I have worked hard - but my guitar teacher is awesome. he enables me to my success and wonderful victoriously seductive guitar playing
lastly- our invite is tomorrow night. it's roller disco. must learn how to feather hair...
and speaking of sweet victory, I also learned how to play "Nothing I Can Do" by Ben Taylor, the other song in the post - with the posted video. I'd like to take credit... and my fingers are calloused and everything so I have worked hard - but my guitar teacher is awesome. he enables me to my success and wonderful victoriously seductive guitar playing
lastly- our invite is tomorrow night. it's roller disco. must learn how to feather hair...
Thursday, November 15, 2007
change the water
I'm sorry I can't embed this, but this video (http://youtube.com/watch?v=TSf5q3wrgnk) is hands down the funniest thing I have seen on youtube. watch pleez
Thursday, November 08, 2007
schmitt trigger
school's better. I love guitar again. this past week we played around for a while and i asked him what some chords I liked were (G6 aparently... who knew?). Then we talked about how cool it would be to learn how to play harmonica, then carry around a bag o' harmonicas to your gigs because you need different ones for different keys.
I'm going home this weekend for thr weekender- yay! not going to the game, mind you (though I have had several different people offer me tickets... am I crazy or just not a football fan? or both). I'm gonna hang out with the fam and wear sweaters and do the norcal things you know and love. hmmm... if i had time to sleep i would also have time to hang out with friends and hence have cool stories to tell you. oh well.
I'm going home this weekend for thr weekender- yay! not going to the game, mind you (though I have had several different people offer me tickets... am I crazy or just not a football fan? or both). I'm gonna hang out with the fam and wear sweaters and do the norcal things you know and love. hmmm... if i had time to sleep i would also have time to hang out with friends and hence have cool stories to tell you. oh well.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
some pictures
so... i went to pismo beach for a football tournament and we OWNED and they drew an enormous unibrow on me. i also have some savage bruises, but no pictures of them
we had a halloween party, i was robin boy wonder. note: they were the doctors from nip/tuck which is a pretty gratuitous show, to say the least (to quote myself/myself as robin: "holy gratuitous nudity, batman! I love our halloween party!")
and now i'm going to bed.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
peace beneath the city
school's better. I think. Sun-Wed nights I stay up until 2 or 3 usually, then everything's due on Thursday, then I can sleep on the weekends usually. It's not a great rhythm, but it's a rhythm none the less. this week: mechop midterm, econ quiz, design project report, programming midterm due, and our halloween party (somehow don't think I'll have time to get a costume... shucks)
Sunday, October 14, 2007
lookin through the window
school is suffocating me.
and my guitar class should be so much fun, except since I like learning songs I can sing, and subsequently singing them (but not for other peoples... except you. someday i'll record and post a few), my guitar teacher said I should write stuff. 5-7 songs stuff. um... w.t.f.?
I wrote a little song last week and I thought it was OK. and I brought it in and he picked it apart and I was so uncomfortable the entire time. I know he's a producer, so that's what he does. But like... if I were in any way talented with creating music, wouldn't I have written something by now? I don't like practicing when I have to come up with something new, plus it's a lot of work and time I don't have (this is my break. I should head over to the library but... don't want to bike this late.) so now not even guitar is fun (and we have a yoga midterm this week... barf). and he expects me to work on the old one (still no name) and write a new one (also no name... or song). ahhhhhhhhhh.............
luckily, I've been listening to Jackson 5 all week; and if I just deny the craziness that is michael jackson now, I can enjoy it and believe in the beauty of life again. thanksgiving truly cannot come quickly enough (or christmas break for that matter)
and my guitar class should be so much fun, except since I like learning songs I can sing, and subsequently singing them (but not for other peoples... except you. someday i'll record and post a few), my guitar teacher said I should write stuff. 5-7 songs stuff. um... w.t.f.?
I wrote a little song last week and I thought it was OK. and I brought it in and he picked it apart and I was so uncomfortable the entire time. I know he's a producer, so that's what he does. But like... if I were in any way talented with creating music, wouldn't I have written something by now? I don't like practicing when I have to come up with something new, plus it's a lot of work and time I don't have (this is my break. I should head over to the library but... don't want to bike this late.) so now not even guitar is fun (and we have a yoga midterm this week... barf). and he expects me to work on the old one (still no name) and write a new one (also no name... or song). ahhhhhhhhhh.............
luckily, I've been listening to Jackson 5 all week; and if I just deny the craziness that is michael jackson now, I can enjoy it and believe in the beauty of life again. thanksgiving truly cannot come quickly enough (or christmas break for that matter)
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
scientists seeking natural habitat
on monday night I decided "to heck with you homework!" and went to bed at 11. which is very early for me. And since I don't have class until 10 on Tuesdays, I slept until 9. Which is 10 hours of sleep. which is about twice my normal amount. it was crazy.
I went to yoga tuesday morning and while we were doing bends, etc. I was completely unabashedly and uncontrollably in love with my body. It was like 40 minutes of unmitigated bliss. I would bend over and think, "HOLY MOLY... TOES" and just wanted to snuggle up on my mat and enjoy the day and the sunshine and the love that surrounds me.
I told kristin about this later and she said I must be ovulating, because she read a study that strippers earn 30% more during ovulation. college truly is the convergence of minds.
p.s. sorry if that grosses you out.
p.p.s. stop being so prude.
I went to yoga tuesday morning and while we were doing bends, etc. I was completely unabashedly and uncontrollably in love with my body. It was like 40 minutes of unmitigated bliss. I would bend over and think, "HOLY MOLY... TOES" and just wanted to snuggle up on my mat and enjoy the day and the sunshine and the love that surrounds me.
I told kristin about this later and she said I must be ovulating, because she read a study that strippers earn 30% more during ovulation. college truly is the convergence of minds.
p.s. sorry if that grosses you out.
p.p.s. stop being so prude.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
casimir pulaski day II
I have a programming class. It is horrible. And part of me loves the professor who is super nice and keeps a tea stash in his office. and part of me thinks, "if you were actually a good lecturer, not the incomprehensible whatever you're doing now, I wouldn't have to email you or come to your office hours every day to understand this." what to do... oh yeah, spend every waking hour in the lab working on these programs. i guess it's worked out so far?
I'm going to Indiana this weekend- yay!
I'm going to Indiana this weekend- yay!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
one man show
ok so. about an hour after the last post I went to take a shower and get ready for the wedding. I was at a hotel and flipped through a bunch of sec football games I don't care about until I finally settled on 'what not to wear' on t.l.c. (people nominate their frumpy friends to be on this show so basic cable can tell them they need to improve how they dress. nevertheless, it would be awesome to get lots of new clothes. though... having your 'friends' nominate you has to be insulting).
anyhow, I had been pmsing all day (the sad kind not the mad kind) and I actually started to tear up at the end of the show when the inspirational music starts in low and the person is so happy about how they dress now. she was like, "I'm so happy about how I look... I'm a whole new person!" and I was like, "I'm... so.... happy..." then realized this was no good because I was going to a wedding, where people (at least women) have free range to cry and I had just set the bar really low.
but I kept it together and had a wonderful time. kelly looked beautiful and the reception was at a country club with an open bar and t.v.'s (but not sports bar esque. they were in the corner) so I could keep tabs on the usc and ucla games (mainly the ucla one because they were playing washington).
Lastly, new KT Tunstall (love!) album came out 2 weeks ago and I've been listening to it non stop because
1. she's a woman artist
2. she's scottish (watch out for her adorable british teeth in music video... precious!)
3. her songs have lots of instruments (i.e. more than a guitar), but the guitar part is usually easy to play so I feel way competent if/when I play her stuff
This is the video for "Hold On"- not my favorite song, but the only one with a music video on youtube (not an acoustic set, etc.)
anyhow, I had been pmsing all day (the sad kind not the mad kind) and I actually started to tear up at the end of the show when the inspirational music starts in low and the person is so happy about how they dress now. she was like, "I'm so happy about how I look... I'm a whole new person!" and I was like, "I'm... so.... happy..." then realized this was no good because I was going to a wedding, where people (at least women) have free range to cry and I had just set the bar really low.
but I kept it together and had a wonderful time. kelly looked beautiful and the reception was at a country club with an open bar and t.v.'s (but not sports bar esque. they were in the corner) so I could keep tabs on the usc and ucla games (mainly the ucla one because they were playing washington).
Lastly, new KT Tunstall (love!) album came out 2 weeks ago and I've been listening to it non stop because
1. she's a woman artist
2. she's scottish (watch out for her adorable british teeth in music video... precious!)
3. her songs have lots of instruments (i.e. more than a guitar), but the guitar part is usually easy to play so I feel way competent if/when I play her stuff
This is the video for "Hold On"- not my favorite song, but the only one with a music video on youtube (not an acoustic set, etc.)
Saturday, September 22, 2007
drastic fantastic
I'm in Spokane, Washington for a wedding this weekend. It's pretty, but chilly. To me, if it's sunny outside it should automatically be warm. apparently the bay area observations don't hold outside that system.
classes continue. i love guitar still, yoga makes me sore, econ is full of pompous boys, mechop is interesting but way too much work, my two design classes are bearable and not much work, computational methods (matlab) is evil and my directory on the usc server is down so I couldn't submit my homework. I wish I had a hugger, like a professional hugger I could summon by snapping my fingers or just inadvertently pouting. and he'd come over and be like, "it's ok" and i'd be like, "really? *pouts*" and he'd be like, "yes. i promise" gosh, he doesn't even need to physically hug me. verbal hugs count too.
such is the sad little lonely life i lead.
classes continue. i love guitar still, yoga makes me sore, econ is full of pompous boys, mechop is interesting but way too much work, my two design classes are bearable and not much work, computational methods (matlab) is evil and my directory on the usc server is down so I couldn't submit my homework. I wish I had a hugger, like a professional hugger I could summon by snapping my fingers or just inadvertently pouting. and he'd come over and be like, "it's ok" and i'd be like, "really? *pouts*" and he'd be like, "yes. i promise" gosh, he doesn't even need to physically hug me. verbal hugs count too.
such is the sad little lonely life i lead.
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