Blogger in Chinese

Wishing you all a happy new year, and remember that cup o' kindness when you get there.

(I'm going to hit 2005 16 hours before the San Diegans will. Here, I suppose, it's also going to be the year 94. I'll get back to you when I understand why.)

By the way, when you're in Taiwan, blogger is in Chinese. My hands are frozen blue because of the air conditioning in my dad's office that I can't turn off, but otherwise I'd tell you about my two weeks on this little island.

(If you liked Oliver & Company, you'd love it here. I don't know about the stray dogs in other parts of the U.S. or world, but here they go in gangs that walk , sashay, and sniff across the streets like nobody's business. Seven or eight dogs of every color, size and tail situation just staring down cars without a fear in the world. It's always great to see the littlest of the bunch go double-time but cool as you please to keep up with the rest. Those dogs are smart as hell. Wazow.)

My dad and I walked into the office: Suite 111, Oral and Maxillofacial Surgery. The walls were painted orange, Norah Jones was playing, and there was a red candle lit which made everything smell like apples. I sat, filled out some papers, sat some more, and my dad and I were finally ushered into an elegant little room where we watched a corny video about wisdom teeth and surgery.

"It's all bullshit." my dad said.

And it's true, isn't it? Nonetheless, I have a lovely little appointment card sitting in front of me for two and a half months from today.

I hit a tree. That's right folks. My poor beautiful silver civic is now dented... and missing a mirror. This stupid tree decided to just lie down for a bit across Del Mar Heights Road. My poor car was no match for the rain and the giant tree so I skidded right into it. I then had to reverse and drive over the very top of it. After that tree were three others also taking naps across the street. Someone needs to teach those trees some manners. Needless to say, I'm still a little shakey. Man that sucked!

All excitement planned for winter break has happened already. I'm long back from Oregon (and what a fantastic time I had) and my family and I have just returned from Christmas in Las Vegas (that was fun too). What now? I'm not overly eager to return to school, but I'm looking foward to it just the same. It will be a welcome break from my family and the monotony of having nothing to do. Only another week...

I hope everyone had a fabulous Christmas whether you celebrate or not. New Years is quickly approaching and no one seems to know what they're doing. I don't seem to have a purpose of posting... I just got a cute lil laptop for christmas so i'm sitting with it in bed enjoying my wireless internet. I don't have to go back to school til January 24th... I have a feeling I'm gonna get way bored.

i feel really bad for our little webpage... no one seems to write on it at this moment. it just sits here with old, out dated posts. and i feel like i need to bring it back to life, only i really can't because there's really nothing interesting to say about my life. so post people! please liven my mundane life.

anyways, i guess something of interest is that as of monday, i will not be able to take out my fake tooth anymore. instead of being part of a retainer, it will be screwed into place in my mouth. i'm excited because it's one less thing to worry about at night, but i'll miss my little retainer that i have been so dependent on these past few years. we've been through a lot together (i had my first kiss with that tooth). is it weird that i'm talking about my sentimental attachement to a fake tooth? wow, i need a life.

please help. i'm bored. and alone. and unloved. *sigh* no. a sigh doesn't quite cut it. *AHHHH!!!!!* there. that's better.

JULI!! I can't believe no one posted Happy Birthday to you on Thursday. Unfortunately, I didn't have internet/computer access in Oregon, but dear, i'm just here to wish you a...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

I apologize for the lack of posting. I've just been super busy. I had tons of studying to do, and then the second finals were over started birthday stuff and then right after that was christmas stuff (mostly shopping). Now I am off to my Grandma's cuz it's her bday and then I'm going home for our family christmas party. December is way too hectic! I still need to get two presents and my roomie is leaving tomorrow :(

i was talking to my neighbor who's in my chem lab class and he wrote this to me: "our chem lab professor has a tendency to just look at you and smile when you ask him a question, not really ever answering it completely. i can't figure out if it's a 'i don't know what to say' smile or a 'you're such a dumbass' smile" it's very true, and very weird, however, i'm not goign to deal with it again because i'm DONE!

progress report on my controlling my big mouth:
there is no progress report because there is no progress.

well, that might be a lie. i've been told i've been getting better. but really, if there's something on my mind, it's takes a lot of self control not to say it. how do you people do it? even if i don't say anything, my face, the traitor that it is, reveals that something is on my mind and then i get asked until i spill. to make things more confusing, the people who tell me that i need to control what i say are the same ones that bug me to tell them whatever's on my mind.
i also have trouble deciding where other people's boundaries are. is it really that bad to tell someone that you dated a convicted felon within 5 minutes of meeting them? i mean, she looked like she'd think it was funny, of course. where do you draw the line? at the story about the time when your aunt got drunk and peed in the punch bowl? or when you accidentally thought that augusto pinochet was a fancy cocktail? it's all very confusing...

I'm a wimp.

I'm going to Oregon tomorrow, and California girl me didn't realize it was going to be like New York and Boston cold. So i'm running around packing every warm thing I own; my sister and I packed my suitcase twice, as tight as we could but everything still wouldn't fit. So now i'm one of those girls, the ones with the huge suitcases.

hello, my name is jen... and i'm a nerd. and a science nerd at that. physics was my favorite class of the quarter (mostly due to a fucking amazing professor), i like organic chemistry. i get abnormally excited when i understand a completely new concept. i think the fact that a lot of the world's phenomena can be explained by four equations is incredible. i get made fun of for the amount of time i spend studying for my classes. please help, i need it.

on the note of my physics professor, he sent us all an email thanking us for taking his class, how we were one of the favorite classes, and how he was going to miss all of our smiles and our laughing at his bad jokes. what kind of professor does that, especially in a lower division lecture? a really good one.

So the girl who tried to pick a fight with Rachel, Raquel, and me a month or so ago by calling us "ugly bitches" and trying to get in our faces sat in the seat next to me in my Bio lecture this morning. That was the most uncomfortable class ever cuz none of my friends showed up for class... I was slightly scared.

Then I gave her an evil look in poli sci :)

Long awaited zoo pictures:

Happy Haunukkah.

I miss my family.

i have some pictures from this past quarter, and i decided i would try and upload them onto the blog. please forgive me if i fuck up the images in any way, i'm not really all that adept at computers, or taking pictures for that matter.

tori, zak, me, and milan (he looks funny in all the pictures i have of him)
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ryan, brian, zak, indian sohrab, stu, persian sohrab, shaeker (sp?)milan, and tim (i think that's his name, he's the one i don't really know)
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aneri and amrita: the indians
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and, just because i think they're fun and i have time to waste (not really), some pics from coachella that was way back in may.

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the killers.JPG
i have pictures of elefant, the flaming lips and the cure also, but most of them a blurry for some reason *tear*

last night was a little weird. i was partying it up in celebration of my buddy milan's 19th birthdayand people told me they thought i was cool (or "tight" or "sweet ass" or whatever weird slang you kids are saying these days). i'm really not used to being considered cool. nerdy, yes. asain, yes. capable of carrying 2 tons, yes. not cool, though... that's like the adjective that has always eluded me until last night. it was cool (there's that word again!). other stuff went down, but it involves more explanation than i bother to write to make you understand just truly how awkward (and funny) some of the moments last night were. but, people think i'm cool! and that's all you really need to know.

P.S. eric, i met someone here who owns the home movies DVDs

Who's going to the zoo tomorrow? *raises hand* That's right, I getta go freeze my butt off and look at the cute monkeys tomorrow morning instead of going to some dumb class and for free too! I'm excited, except for the freezy part. Maybe I'll find a cute monkey to post a picture of :)

It has been unseasonably cold in Santa Barbara. According to Accuweather, it's 40 right now, but the low tonight is supposed to be 31. We've just discovered the heat, and it's always on high. People are dressed in their warmest jackets and I broke out my scarves and hats and sweaters like i'm in Maryland.

I'm glad I didn't go somewhere where it gets really cold. This is enough for me.

Party!

These are the girls, aside from my roomies who I hang out with at the apartments. I thought it was a cute picture from the beginning of last Friday night.

Stephanie, Raquel, Rachel, me, and Carly

Aside from sleeping most of today I accomplished something. Look what I built!


I'm excited, I like some sort of organization.

There's nothing like savoring a giant milk chocolate Hershey's bar in the car with my family while we're crawling along in the traffic, pouring rain, coldness, fog, and wind that's been plaguing us for the past 100 miles. We're never sure what excitement the drive back from Las Vegas will hold, but it's always something.

I hope everyone had/is having a pleasant Thanksgiving weekend.

Now I have to write a paper.

Turkey Day!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope you're all as full as I am right now :)

i hate pizza... especially that last slice that no one ate, that just kinda beckons to you... "eat me... you know you want too" but no, i cry, i'm too full you'll make me explode. doesn't matter, the pizza wins and gets eaten... hmmm... maybe that means it doesn't really win then, then again i don't a pizza slice ever wins. poor pizza...

...this is what happens when i dont' want to study for a spanish oral exam (which i still maintain sounds dirty).

A Constitutional Amendment

I love San Diego because:

Just before commercial break, the news anchor looks earnestly into my eyes and says with concern, "When we return, winter is bringing cold temperatures; a look at the records broken today and tips on turning on your heater."

So I just got home from Atlanta, GA a good 27 hours ago, and I must say, it is far chillier in San Diego. I saw the world of Coca-Cola, CNN studios, and the Ebenezer Baptist Church. And for lack of a segue, the Falconer, for the first time in recent history, did not place in the Best of Show category of the NSPA/JEA Convention. Snap? Bummer? Damn? The words aren't quite fit to print.

More when Storytime, Atlanta returns.

I just bought my first plane ticket, researched, ordered, and paid for by me and my credit card. I'm feeling more and more like a real person everyday.

Technological advances

I just got a new cell phone Saturday cuz mine needed to be retired and then the display screen on the outside cracked on Tuesday. Well anyway, my old phone was never able to receive text messages, apparenlty now I can because I woke up to a lovely text message from Ross telling me that UCSB beat SDSU in basketball Friday night. That's what I get for talking shit...

at least i have text messaging now!

over the summer, i found myself always carrying a book with me because for some reason i would be in situations in which i could occupy myself with some pleasure reading. you know, waiting for a call, someone you're meeting, coffee at starbucks (i like to avoid the awkward 5 minutes where i'm just standing, pretending to be fascinated by the sugar packets... they're just so many different kinds!). it got to the point where i would feel lost without a book in my bag, hence, when school started, i haven't felt right becasue i dont' ahve any books to read. well, no longer, for now i am borrowing my neighbor's copy of fast food nation, and i am way excited to really get into it. besides that, i want to have a list of recommended books, so that i dont' get that lost feeling again. so recommend people! the comments are right there! i really like books with a sense of humor, if you need direction to go in.

I have a bad habit that's developed over the past few weeks of this dragging quarter. I fall asleep. In high school I used to be proud of the fact that I never fell asleep in class. In college, well, I can contend with the best of them. And it's not just in class. It's in meetings, during movies, and at work while i'm staring at the computer. It's not like I overtly fall asleep all the time, that's reserved only for my 3:30 to 4:45 class on Mondays and Wednesdays. The rest of the time my eyes blink closed, my head bobs, I get that sleepy feeling, and I can't for the life of me stay alert. I blame it on triathlon practice at 7 a.m. every morning. I blame it on my roommate and going to bed late. I blame it on the Nexus. I blame it on my social life. But it's not like I can stop doing any of these things.

Today, my longest day, I made a campaign of staying awake. I woke up for practice, after talking myself out of it at 6:30 and then thinking better of it at 6:35. I didn't fall asleep while riding my bike. I made it through Spanish by munching on carrots. This is a feat because usually when I wake up for practice, I can't make it through Spanish. Yay for carrots. I made it through English, as I usually do, simply because it's interesting and important. My professor talks in such a way as to sound like he's building to a point that never actually comes. He lectures slowly and deliberately, pausing often, and I hang on his words thinking that the ends of his sentances are going to be more exciting then they actually turn out to be. I fell asleep in Art Studio discussion this afternoon. We were talking about reality and fiction and I couldn't help but slip into the fictional space of my delirious half-asleep dreams. I'm still there taking unintelligeable notes, even listening to the discussion that's taking place, it all makes sense when I'm doing it but none of it makes sense afterwards. My notes are creepy and scrawling, I don't remember writing them or what the words refer to. I did make it through English honors discussion, maybe because the professor was sitting next to me, maybe because I was looking foward the whole time to these two-and-a-half free hours I have before I go run out again.

I'm going to sleep a lot over Winter Break (yeah, right), so maybe when I come back next quarter i'll be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed from 6:30 in the morning to 12:00 at night, and 3:00 on weekends when I have fun and Monday nights when I work. Or maybe i'll just munch on carrots all the time and turn orange.

look what I can do/goodafternoon/consider this the unvirginizing event.

attn: this is my first post. First post? yes. first post. Hello friends! I am now devirginized to all the halfwhat love my little body can withhold.

attn: I enjoy this quote. You should too.
"Happy," I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like Love, that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception-especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. I feel at home with these, because they're scrawny and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest or a fool to use them with any confidence.
-Hunter S. Thompson.

attn: I am off today. I have been thrown off, tampered with, pushed out of my little basket. I blame it on the seasons.



attn: I hope I enjoy it here.

This week has sucked. I thought it was gonna be great, but it's almost over. Instead of bitching, I'm just going to mention one bad part, which is slightly funny, to me at least: I have bio lab once a week at 9 am. Today I had a quiz, and if you miss more than one class you get points deducted, plus we have to turn in something everyday. Well I woke up at 10:00 today. It's never a good start to your day when the first words out of your mouth are "OH SHIT!!!" as you run to the closet to put anything on. So I show up to class a good hour and 15 minutes late, much too late for the quiz. My TA finally notices me in the back of the classroom and finally after lecturing quickly about a bird vs frog he says "Juliann come here" in his Columbian accent (my name sounds cool). So he asked what happened and I said my alarm didn't go off. I'm guessing I turned it off in my sleep, but I didn't tell him. Anyway, he said, "okay, you can take the quiz after class. Work on the lab for now." No penalty or anything, luckily I'm a good student in that class and he loves me cuz everyone else sucks. But it was still a terrible way to start my day.

On a side note: I'm making a resolution to take more pictures and try to post them more. I'll start by taking a picture of me and the roomies and posting that cuz I feel that they should be included in my posts :)

Like little kids in a blackberry patch, my roomie and I munched on pomegranate seeds tonight while writing our papers. It was messy, it was tart and sweet, it was juicy and fun.

Peachy Keen

Tomorrow I'm off to kick it in the ATL. Wish me luck.

I really have nothing to say. Except i've been waiting here at the Nexus IDLY for the past two hours when i'd really rather be asleep. Oh story...be finished so i can read you and go home and SLEEP!

Hotness

Ross + me = hotness

Anon.

For future reference, I think people who are not signed into blogger should sign their name on their comments because I find it rather annoying to have all those anonymous comments. I wanna know who you are!

songs about me

songs with my name in them:
Jen Doesn't Like Me Anymore - Less Than Jake
Jenny - Stellastar*
Jenny was a Friend of Mine - The Killers
Jennifer - The Blood Brothers

however, none of these songs put my name in an especially positive light. the first one kinda just chants my name over and over again. the second one i believe is about me being a stalker, and the third one is about me getting killed by the speaker of the song. i'm not even too sure what the fourth song is about, but there's a line that goes "you don't need no doctor honey, you need a mortician baby... Jennifer." but now, there's finally an upbeat song about me!

Jen - Jimmy Eat World

cheer, because i did.

READ ME AND RESPOND: In a bout of four-day weekend boredom I opened up my summer Half What html design and decided to get it up and running. Unfortunately, my previous idea doesn't strike me as very exciting anymore, so i'm back to quasi-nothingness. Rather, I have a working design, I just need some decorations. I need a theme. A random theme. I want to put pictures of halves of things. But WHAT things? I was putting halves of our faces, but I don't have pictures of everyone's face. Actually, if Jen, Ross, and Debbie sent me a picture or two of their faces, that might work. Or I could use Fruit? Food? Words that start with "ha..."? I need a theme, guys, so get your brains working NOW.

i have a friend who calls people's genitals their "wee-wees." we found this out one day last year when we were in an elevator and she suddenly said "i wonder what color michael jackson's wee-wee is." it got me to wondering. she's pre-med. when she talks to her patients, is she going to tell them "sir, it seems that there is something wrong with your... wee-wee (insert giggle here). we'll have to do some tests." she also has a boyfriend. does she use the word wee-wee with him? "ooo, i want your... wee-wee."

sorry, just my random thought for the day.

I could have lost myself
in rough blue waters in your eyes,
and I miss you still
~ Josh Radin "Winter"

It seems like death has been everywhere lately in my somber fall life. I'm sitting here typing with freezing fingers, wondering if the winter's going to be any warmer, wondering if the season could get any sadder. This week i'm picking up the pieces of my life...I dropped everything last week and sped home to be with my family. Now that i'm back it feels like none of it ever happened. But it has, there's a void and tears to prove it. Three years later and i'm down to one grandparent. This isn't getting any easier.

in loving memory of Robert Miller

the most beautiful poem about love

Sonnet XVII: Love

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

- Pablo Neruda

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Another bit of high school nostalgia: yesterday was the homecoming dance. The theme was "In the Jungle" and it was held at the World-Famous San Diego Zoo--as you might imagine, people showed up in leopard print, zebra print, army fatigues, or, well, nothing. Wiggling through a crowd meant sliding through sweat upon bodies upon sweat upon bodies--you know, considering the lights and the heat and the lack of clothing, you'd think it was a rather erotic affair. But alas, it is still very unappealing to feel someone else's armpit sweat rubbing off on your back.

Oh, who am I kidding? That's a great metaphor for the high school experience. High schoolers getting it on is great. Viva la revolucion. Or something.

So in summary, it was a hot, sweaty, tasty (there were chocolate fondue fountains. FOUNTAINS!) affair and as I left, I saw some freshmen girls standing outside the dancing tent (..yeah) in jeans and sweatshirts I realized...

this is my senior year. boo . ya .


(Oh, and that is the most beautiful poem about love.)

Bush became president (dont' even THINK about debating whether or not this is good in the comments or i will personally come and kick your ass, no one cares about your point of view, especially not me), my chem lab midterm sucked, and caused me to be 10 mintues late to my spanish midterm that i had right after, causing me to miss the entire audio section, my fucking inconsiderate horny roommate sexiled me at the very last minute so i couldn't get my stuff out (plus she hooked up with a friend of ours, this is going to get really messy), someone was really impatient and took my laundry out of the washer and dryer and put it on some coutner somewhere when i came down less than 5 minutes after it was done (i caught her doing it, and she just looked me and dropped my stuff on the floor...bitch), and i don't understand physics at all to the point that i need to go home tommorrow and look at some stuff from harvie's class.

i had a bad week, big deal.

oh yeah, and i know i'm being whiny, and i know my post was all one sentence... i don't care. you don't like it, go fuck yourself.

I think I'll go out and Embarass myself

Lindsey's post is much better than mine.

I get far too involved with the poetry we read in English. I sit in Mrs. Swovelin's room dissecting until the words are in a inky, ridiculous mess on the page--I dig and try to g. d. in the u. t.*. I'm convinced now that everything has some sort of universal truth underneath whatever devices it's wrapped in.

Anyhow, in the vein of having high school academia telling life stories, it's very disquieting to study American government in a year like this. I feel like government is too big an idea to wrap my little head around, but then, many of the campaigns I see/saw and the political sentiments I hear/heard seemed very petty indeed.

I don't really know anything about politics, but I'm working on it. It all just seems so much more fascinating in theory.

On a non-theoretical level--the first ever 28-page, 3-section, Friday edition of the Torrey Pines High School Falconer comes out tomorrow. Color A1 & A12, B1-B4, C1 & C12. Vol. 31, Issue 3: the biggest thing since broadsheet.

Oh, and I'm going to read Vanity Fair for my seminar novel. Should I regret the choice?



*Swovelinese for "go deeper in the universal truth"

The highlight of my Halloween weekend...

My friend was like, "I want to take a picture of KISS," and my boyfriend (the one behind me with the red lipstick and the star) was like, "C'mon Lindsey, get in it too." So four guys wearing really tight pants, whigs, tall boots, and scary makeup gathered around me for the picture. I was standing there in the middle feeling short and vulnerable, thinking, "How the hell did I get here?"

it is currently october 29th, 2004. physics can suck it. that's right... SUCK IT!!!!

really, why can't i get it? i end up just jumping around my room doing a weird type of "frustration bounce" (the next "lean back"?), convicted to the fact that electricity does not make sense. really, it's just magic, let's just leave it at that.

i'm also convicted to the fact that i was not meant to drink caffeine. it fucks me up in ways i can't even imagine. i'll just-be-going-on-and-on-about-that-one-spot-on-my-head-that-just-wont-stop-itching-speaking-of-itching-didnt-i-tell-you-that-i-dont-like-vanilla-ice-cream-anymore... and then i'll pass out. no work gets done, i can't concentrate, and i just spew random stuff at an faster pace than i normally do. at that rate, in no time, i would run out of random stuff to say. like this whole paragraph.

Blur - Coffee and TV

it is currently october 28th, 2004. i am halfway through first quarter of my second year. and after a year and an eighth, i have finally found a decent sized group of friends of both sexes (that's right, i found a group of guys who aren't jsut about getting laid... well they probably are, but they aren't looking at me for it). it makes me very happy, and i have a group of people lined up to share an apartment with next year. the downside is that i'm seriously lacking in the studying and sleeping department due to said expanded group of friends. that, and i think i'm starting to talk like a valley girl... like, totally. right, it disgusts me too.

i am currently reading my favorite sections from "naked" by david sedaris, and it's making me laugh even harder than it did the first time i read it. really, read a book by this man. you'll damage your kidneys from peeing in your pants so much from laughing so hard.

Interpol-Leif Erickson

Two words: Red Sox

That is all :)

yeah.

Lindsey, our blog is still pink.

Do you know what day it is?

Happy 10/27 to anyone who knows what that means!!!

It was a rainy, cloudy day in College-ville.

All these Tuesdays are beginning to look the same. I spend the morning tired, soaking wet, and grumpy. Lunch perks me up enough so I can go interview someone for a story. I spend the afternoon curled up in bed, reading, and trying to be warm. Then, just when i'm about to go to class at 7 it starts to unmercifully pour and I am stuck, again, completely soaking wet from head to toe and late to wherever i'm going. Tonight I made the executive decision to ditch class and triathlon and see a 1960s artsy Italian film instead. But all that is behind me, because now i'm warm and I have a Spanish midterm tomorrow. I find it weird that i'm so utterly unconcerned about all these things that should be stressing me out.

un petit miserable

It was a cloudy day in High School-ville.

Not to exploit my pathetic state further for the sake of a post, but this ridiculous world of secondary schooling is getting a bit out of hand.

I've never seen an entire class of students (meaning the entire graduating class, including my English class) seem so completely worn down. It's funny because all the girls and the metro boys have started layering and whipping out their scarves, but it's not so funny because many of those little bundles of 85% acrylic, 15% wool are physically ill and mentally stressed--it's sad to witness and rather frightening when they come in droves through the hall.

There's a lot to do and I can't wait until November, when I will have 11 actual days of school to attend, a 28-page 2-section newspaper to publish, 4 days in Atlanta to party up, and a week of Thansgiving break during which I will decide the content of 85% of my applications!

(LES MIS OCT. 31 HUZZAH!)

So I almost got into a fight again last night... I'm starting to see a trend with my Saturday nights! This one definitely was not my fault, I was sticking up for a friend. Girls are so lame! (except for the cool ones who post on this site and the ones i live with :) )

Goooo Red Sox!

and more importantly DIE CARDS!

Well I hate Blogger....

Bob Dylan sounds like so much fun! I wish I had known it was tonight cuz I can hear the concerts from Cox Arena in my room if I open the window. I figured it out when we saw the large amounts of old people leaving the concert at 10:30 tonight. I went shopping with my mom today and bought a pair of desperately needed jeans! (all of mine have holes in them) Then when I came home around 8:45 I was met by my drunk roommates watching Sex in the City. I was paiting my nails and someone mentioned the Hustler Store so we left immediately (I drove, of course). Well we ended up going to the Adult Superstore instead. It was really fun! We looked at all the dildos, vibrators, and "feels like a real mouth!"s. We saw edible underwear, furry handcuffs, counless varieties of condoms, lubes, and body oils, and these really fun stripper shoes! I enjoyed our adventure. :) I did feel kinda dirty after we left though. There were a lot of middle-aged men giving us these weird looks, kinda like "what are these beautiful teenage girls doing at a sex shop on friday night?" But we got home and played our game and it was a very... educational night.

It just occurred to me, friends, that I didn't actually say anything about the legend himself. Well, hey, go see him yourself if you want to know. Twas unlike any other concert i've been to, old and young alike mixing on the floor, people smoking in plain view, and this classic, unique sound pounding through the night. There was no opening band, there was no talking, just pure Bob Dylan and his band.

I remembered just now that a very special party was going on tonight and I was going to try to go after Dylan. One famous Freebirds' Horchata later, and I definately forgot.

Tonight I had the pleasure of watching Bobby D with Philly Cheese.

What?! I just thought i'd enlighten you all with the witty phrase on the door that I just came home to. I did see the legend Bob Dylan himself in concert, and I did go with my boyfriend (affectionately called "Philly Cheese" or "Motz" by my friends). Twas a very interesting night I must say, and an interesting day for that matter. Come to think of it, the morning was interesting as well. I'm all about straying from my routine and/or comfort zone these days. Today, come to think of it, was a perfect example.

Sorry i'm being ambiguous. I hate that. Mmmm, especially since I just had the conversation with my RA that i've been wanting to have. The one about my conservative roommates that I talked about, coincidentally, last week at this very time. Anyway. I feel enlightened. Maybe that'll make me feel warmer in my bed.

wow, i really haven't been to this website in a long time, and i apologize profusely. i've just been really busy. yes, my birthday was dry one,and consisted of 3 hrs of class, 2 hrs of bus riding, 3 hrs of volunteering, then finishing up a lab with my partner, and then studying for a spanish quiz. oh yeah, and then passing out. OMG! where'd my life go? i didn't even get to go mudsliding yesterday because i was studying. how lame am i? very.

okay onto other news... um, wait, there is no other news because SCHOOL HAS TAKEN OVER EVERYTHING!!! Run before it gets to you too!!!!

... Just kidding. it's getting pretty bad, but it's not THAT bad. my roommate had bronchitis and was home all weekend, as was my friend aneri, and my other friend amrita wasn't in a social mood. So i ended spending my weekend with boys, playing the "who'd you do?" game (edward norton or brad pitt? definately edward norton!) and poker.

okay, so really, that's it. again, sorry that none of it is very interesting, i promise i'll have stories of adventure and intrigue later. keep in mind that i'm really bad at keeping promises.

Esrever

Reverse the Curse baby! Do you guys think the Red Sox can pull this off? I sure hope they can. I also hope you guys at least know what I'm talking about...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEN! (a day late) I hope your birthday was DRY (weather-wise). Hahaha.

Happy Birthday Jen!!! I'd write more if i didn't have to study for 2 quizzes. Sorry, I hope you had a great bday!!!!

This flounder has found a sea.

I found my way to the English Department advisor on Friday and I declared myself an English Major once and for all. Then, in the same breath, I strode over to the education abroad office and tried to make some decisions about Spain next year. I think I have decided to go to el Universidad de Alcala which is just outside of Madrid, Spain. Now it's just a matter of finding a program I like. Things feel like they're shaping up, strangely enough. I have a direction to go in.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEEANN! (a day late...) You are definitely the coolest, dorky senior EVER!

Totally lost the Race

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on they skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power,
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life;
Thus though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

-The Marvellous Andrew Marvell
(um, can you guess what unit we just finished in English?)

Lindsey, wonderful girl, keeping running (or swimming); you are timeless!
And you've definitely let your mark on the world. Your sister SARA who is FABULOUS spells it DEFINETELY!

I bet you're out partying it up like you're 19 years old.

Ross beat me to it. But I'll say it anyway! Happy Birthday to one of the best friends a girl could ask for! I love ya Lindsey and I hope you had an excellent day and an even better night! You'll get your present in 2 weeks :)

My Friends Birthday

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINDSEY!! This is your last year as an immature teenager! Make sure you make the most of it!

I think it's fair to say that it's abnormal at a college in Southern California to feel uncomfortable for being liberal. I was hanging out with four of my roommates just now and the conversation turned to my RA, who happens to be gay. They were all spouting their Bible-derived, ultra conservative viewpoints on the matter and I was just sitting there feeling totally isolated and angry. Now I wasn't about to get in a debate with four conservative roommates, so I just sat there quietly thinking, "Man. I really don't agree with any of this. How is it possible that people think like this?"

I guess it's funny that I ended up here. Me with my Kerry/Edwards sticker. All them with their Bush paraphanalia. It's weird, crazy, enlightening how people think so differently.

In case your head has been in the mud, UCSB has had two Nobel Prize winners in the past week. Party school? What?

Exciting Weekend

Well I don't have any excuse for not posting anymore. Midterms are over and my life is really calm right now. I guess I'll tell you about my exciting night last Friday. It started with a couple games of Kings and then continued from there...

Daniel wanted to go visit a friend at ZBT and I was excited to leave the apartment so we got ready to leave with EJ, Jenna, David, and Bobby Brown. As we were shutting the door a group of four black girls asked EJ if they could use our bathroom and she said "I'm sorry we were just leaving." The night manager was walking around telling everyone if they didn't live here they had to get out and Bobby said "Yeah, I live here" and the girls asked him if they could use his bathroom and I said "Sorry, we're leaving" and started walking down the stairs to which one girl responded "Why you gotta say it like that?!?" to which I responded "Why you gotta act like a bitch!?!" and got in the elevator with my group. Needless to say, she wanted to kick my ass, but I was standing behind three guys so I felt pretty safe. Then we walked by then once we got outside and she started following me down the street yelling things about "Why you walkin about you skinny ass white girl? pretendin like you leavin..." I just kept walking and Bobby told her I was drunk and didn't know what I was talking about so I escaped without getting into a fight, but EJ and Jenna were mad at me for almost getting our asses kicked.

So THAT was my exciting weekend last weekend. This weekend was much less eventful, but fun nonetheless.

To make your Friday a little bit better

I'm taking the SAT II's tomorrow. Perhaps three of them.


This post courtesy of the High Schoolers Reminding College Students Why Their Weekends Will Be Better (HSRCSWTWWBB) Foundation.

(...or at least I figure some of you could have a laugh if you've had a hard week?)

let's party!

i finished reading fierce people the other day. that book became really twisted really quickly, but i liked it nonetheless, most likely because the writing was incredibly funny (oh, that i could write like that). now, i'm borrowing the incredible lightness of being from my roommate. and after that i want to read some more david sedaris. perhaps me talk pretty one day. i really like the funny books. but you know, i have buttloads of hw to do, so maybe i'll just read my life science textbook. YES!!!!!

(7 hrs later)

wow, i totally worked my ass off today. i finished my pre lab, read for the life science lecture and my physics lecture, finished my hw for physics due monday, and i'm about to study for my spanish quiz tommorrow. damn, i feel accomplished.

Bjork - Alarm Call

My Lack of Courage

It has come to my attention over the last few months that what is really holding me back in this life is my inability to say exactly what I need to say when I need to say it. I think it comes from all of those years working in the customer service industry and having to deal with all the a**holes out there who just say whatever they feel because they think since they are not behind the counter they can treat you like crap. I have always said I never wanted to be one of those people who does that, but I think it carried into my personal life a little farther than I wanted it to. I can be at a nice restaurant and not get at all what I ordered, but I do not want to seem like the jerky complaining customer, so I just let it go and overpay for something I did not really want to eat in the first place. I let teachers give me crappy grades on things I do not deserve because I do not want to be that whinny student who complains until they get their grades changed. I am that guy who can never confront any of his friends about things that need to be said, even if it is truly a vital part of the friendship, because I do not want to be that uptight guy who just needs to let things go . I am also that guy who can never ever tell a girl exactly how he feels about her, because I do not want to be mister desperado. So in light of all these things I have decided that I am going to start asserting myself more often, I mean if that is okay with everyone else.

dammit, i was tottally going to be good about posting, but with classes taking over my life and me volunteering starting next week, i am strapped for time. right now i'm on a 2 hr break before a 3 hr lab after 3 hrs of lecture. if you find me dead from exhaustion later this quarter, you shouldn't be surprised, i sure won't be.

last thursday, i went to a club to attend a party. don't worry, there's more. so when we got there, me and tori find out that we didn't bring out driver's licenses and the only id we have on us is our UCLA Bruin Card. She uses it with the guard, and he lets her in with minimal hassle (like he asked her for her state id and she said she forgot it). i'm like oh cool, i can get in with my school id, right? but no, he starts telling me that he can't let me in with my ID. i point out that it's the exact same id that tori gave him, and he tells me that it's because i look younger than her. i get in eventually, but the moral of the story is that it sucks being almost 19 and looking like i'm 14. okay that's not true... actually, yeah it is. hey, at least i tried being optimistic.

anyways, things are becoming pretty routine around here. class, nap, study/class, work out, eat, study, sleep. and then procrastination fits in there somehow. other than that... nothing too interesting. i guess that would be another reason that i haven't been posting. im boring. sorry.

The Nightmare Before Christmas - What's This

Oh half whats...post MORE!

Going going going going going going going...man I feel like the freaking energizer bunny. I've been feeling like i'm doing too much, but I sure as hell don't want to give anything up. Perhaps things'll simmer down soon? Well, hey, speaking of political activism and...erm...doing too much, i'm off to see Fahrenheit 9/11!

I love Friday afternoons. Officially, I like them better than Friday nights or even Saturday afternoons. They're so sunny and so lazy. Swimming feels so nice when I don't have to run around places afterwards. It's lovely hanging around the suite doing nothing, looking foward to tonight's excitement. I love not feeling like I have to do something. And when pretty Friday afternoon music is playing, it's so perfect to drop quietly off to nap.

This Friday afternoon, I think, would've been better if I wasn't in such a poopy mood around lunchtime. It also might've been better if it wasn't almost over. I think i'll stick some more Friday afternoon music in my player and savor the last couple hours til the sun goes down.

definitely definitely definitely definitely definitely definitely definitely

So far I have failed miserably in my attempts at being politically active this year. Or, if not politically active, at least knowing what i'm talking about and being able to say it. I did not watch the debate tonight because I was working (I am however planning on reading the transcript quite soon). I did not go to see The Corporation because I was working. (Or, if not working, recovering from class and preparing to work). I did not go to the Campus Democrats meeting because I went to the Triathlon Club meeting instead. I have a Kerry Edwards sticker on my wall that I got for signing up for the Democrats' mailing list. I'm signed up to help register voters next week. I want to finally see Fareinheit 9/11 when it plays here in a couple weeks. I want Newsweek.

Basically, by the time I get my shit together, November 2 will have already passed.

Presidential Pansies

I think I may be the only member of this blog who will be unable to vote in the 2004 election.

The Presidential Debate was... not interesting, enlightening, or useful. Last Tuesday, I interviewed Michael Badnarik, Libertarian candidate for president and David Cobb, the Green Party candidate. I don't understand how anyone can vote without having at least a 15 minute conversation with each candidate. How they can respond to an audience of one is a very interesting, enlightening, and useful bit of information.

I was given 30 minutes with Mr. Badnarik. He was riding in the rain to get to a press conference. He has a penchant for answering questions with rapid-fire rhetorical questions: "Would you want... Do you know... What if... And now what... Do you think...?" It's a habit that's irritating in practice, endearing in retrospect and just ridiculous in theory. He also talks in slogans. DAMN! I wish I'd been able to record the conversation. I need to learn shorthand.

I was scheduled for 30 minutes with Mr. Cobb but apparently his secretary double-booked him and the interview was cut down to 15 minutes. He was like your eighth grade history teacher (or my 12th grade government teacher). They only seem to know so much, so in answering my questions they must pick out a key word, work the little search engine in their brain, pick out a stock answer that might loosely fit, and tweak it just so that the answer is just convoluted enough to seem like it was sensible. I wish I'd had 30 mintes--maybe I would have gotten him to say something interesting. Or at least unrehearsed.

To wrap up this terribly long and disjointed post, I'd just like to ask what presidential criteria are important to you. I'd also like to say that Kerry and Bush are both unprepared pansies when it comes to public debate. Beating the public over the head with your main message, in the same words, again and again and again, is BAD FORM!

Et fin.

Alright I know it's still a month away but I was wondering if anyone knows what they're gonna do for halloween and what they're gonna be? I like to procrastinate by fantasizing about the weekend and upcoming events. I might be going to UCLA this weekend, but I'm not sure yet so I know Halloween is going to happen so that's my current fantasy. I may be going up to SB. After all it is the place to be, right? And someone invited me up to stay with them and it sounds like fun and maybe I'll actually see a certain girl if I go up this time. Anyway I think I'm going costume shopping this Friday and I'm really really excited (cuz I have nothing better to be excited about... Bio midterm? no). Lemme know what you're doing and what you're wearing! I think I wanna be a sexy pirate =D

In a complete contrast to the so very recent summertime, I am now consumed. Consumed by activity, by obligation, by interactions. My life is now defined by the people I interact with, the places I go, the things I do, and the information I learn. It's a good life, it's an exciting life, and I can't wait to see what new challenges and fun tomorrow will hold. Nevertheless, what I secretly long for as I rush from obligation to obligation during the day is that 15 minutes at night, right before I fall sleep, when i'm snuggled up alone in my bed and it's dark, quiet, and calm.

i miss your smile when i'm sleeping all alone

Hey guys, this is cool. We've got a little community going on and it's oh so much fun.

Midterms suck. I'm almost back to wishing it was summer again. These next two weeks are gonna be HARD! Tomorrow's my first one: Geography- this should be ever so fun. The class is supposed to be really easy though, so I'll hope that whoever said that is right. Thursday is my Bio midterm. I hate science. Luckily after this semester I'll finally be done with GE's and be able to do more of the stuff that I'm actually interested in. This week already seems long. I can't believe you guys just started school.


Happy birthday Annie and David!

first day

i moved in last night, and i've tried posting about it like for three times and finally got it right on the third time... and then the school made me register my computer which took an hour. so the fourth time HAS to work.

okay, so my first night started out shitty and then ended up really good. shitty because i had to play mom for a couple of really drunk girls, one of whom i had never met before. how is it that i can be mistaken for a freshman (in high school, mind you) and yet still be expected to be that mature and responsible one? however, later we hung out with some other not quite so wasted aquaintences, although the bottles of beers they were drinking were huge (read: HUGE; eric, you would have been impressed) and i think i've made a couple more really good friends. i'm really not sure how this year's gonna be, but i think i'll be optimistic for once and look forward to it.

Happy Birthday Megan!!!

Mr. Harvie, please don't lie

The laws of physics seem to be a bit out of whack today.

Mr. Harvie, the darling, with his crow's feet tanned into the corner of his eyes and those very hip little shorts of his, told me that in most places, the normal force will equal the force of gravity, so that I don't get sucked into the ground. He said in mud, in water, in air--it would be different, but today I've gone no place exotic, muddy, watery, or completely airy. In fact, I've only been walking up and down the stairs, pacing around my room, sitting in this computer chair for the ungodli-enth hour in a row, but I swear to you, I can feel the Earth slowly pulling me under.

Maybe it's the fact that I've decided that the physics SATII would be a bad idea. I never thought that the College Board could start controlling karma, too...

expensive restaurants

today, because it was last day working at the lab, my intern supervisor lady treated me and another intern, who btw goes to school with debbie, to lunch at the... *pause for thinking* indigo grill. now this place is high class. really now, the menu was one page long (hahaha, enough joking, where's the rest of the menu?), i wasn't quite sure exactly what i was eating because the food had names i didn't know how to pronounce (frisee? pignin? dhlaksjdlkh?), and the service guy was so polite and nice (cute too, not that i was looking... hee hee hee) that he gave us free dessert. perhaps it was my prize winning smile that won him over? or my ability to write run-on sentences like no other?

sorry about this, but my mind has a tendency to jump from one place to another, so on a completely unrelated note. i've been packing for school, and i find that i'm taking a lot less stuff this time around, and i can't help but feel like i'm forgetting something. and i really don't wanna be caught in a just-realized-there's-no-toilet-paper-in-the-house-too-late type of situation. hey! i can write run-on words too!

Edith Piaf - L'accordeoniste... she's french. *sigh*, i'm such an intellectual.

Teeny tiny teen

It's amazing how some people really cannot resist interrupting me mid-sentence with:

"You're so small!"

Many of them think it's okay because they are nice girls who say it in an "aww" voice, as if I'm a puppy who's been waiting all day just to get the pat on the head. This statement sounds very bitter, but really, it's not, I just am amazed because people don't seem to bring up other physical attributes like that. If I brought up, in the middle of a conversation with you that "You're so fat!" or "Your nose is so Roman!" or "Damn, you've got great hips for childbearing!" or, if you don't think those statements are equitable, "You're so big!" wouldn't you be rather bewildered, as well?

Take Three

All right, I've tried to post on three separate occassions and each time I've been unsuccessful. SO, let's try this ONE MORE TIME.

Today is Friday but it feels like a high school Tuesday. What I mean is that this year I have no class on Tuesday so I've got no beef with the day. But, oh boy, in HS there was nothing positive about a Tuesday.
I should be excited though, because tomorrow is my birthday. I'll have to give up the "But I'm a TEENAGER" excuse once and for all. I'm really not sure I'm ready for that. Twenty is OLD. I'll have to start doing real people things. I think my mom understands this: My crazy mom sent me a birthday present but she put it in a box that says "wine.com" all over it. I was overwhelmed by the size of the box and didn't even notice the company name until someone stopped me on the street and said, "What'd ya got there?". Oh, my!

It's funny to read the "I just got to school" emails and blogs. I've definitely been in school for almost a month and a half. Needless to say, the glow of the return has been tarnished by 3 papers, 2 quizzes days.

But that's all right. Tonight, I have a retreat with my NEW sisters (ADPi!!!) and I'm going to wake up tomorrow in a FANTASTIC mood.

Everyone have a great MEG DAY 2004!!

I felt like a freshman today. A greasy, grumpy, discombobulated freshman. I still don't have a major, I still live on campus, and I still don't know what the hell i'm doing. My classes were fine, i'm excited about my Spanish TA, and my English class was interesting even though the professor lectured painfully slow. This is the first quarter that i'm not exactly sure of my fourth class, so i'm trying some different ones out, but this hole in my schedule is stressing me out. I really wanted to swim this afternoon but the pool is closed til next week. I'm not going to get to eat dinner tonight, most likely, because it's time for me to return to the joys of copy reading at the Nexus for 4 hours. I'm excited to return, i'm excited to really show them what i've got this year, but at the same time I don't feel like dealing with it all.

Where's that awesome, unbendable sophomore confidence i'm supposed to have? I've been here a year, I know what's going on, i'm established, i'm secure...so where's the confidence that's supposed to tell me to calm down, take it easy, and enjoy this quarter?

My First Day

Lots of firsts are going on in my life right now. Just a few days ago I got my first apartment ever. It is kindof a peice, and it is probably going to collapse in on itself but I love it anyway. I am not even mad about the gross overcharging in which they rip off college students on rent, because I feel the price in which I pay doesn't really cover the cost of the roof over my head, but more the cost of the freedom and independence with which I now live. Today is also my first day of classes this year. I kinda miss waiting outside for that big yellow bus to come pick me up and take me away. Now all I can do is hop on my rusty bike and slowly peddel my way to the rest of my life. Another big first for me today, this is my first blog I have ever posted. So if it sucks, get off my back, they will get better!

It seems like I'm dying. I've been sick for almost two weeks now. Last night I couldn't sleep so today after I finished classes I took a nap from 6-9:30. When I woke up I couldn't talk. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm really tired of being sick though. I'm getting kind of bored. Every week seems exactly the same to me. My roomies go to bed really early (11-12) and then I'm awake for like 3 more hours... all by myself *tear.* I dunno why I'm just so bored. Actually last night was a good night. We all ate dinner together and then EJ had to go to class and Jenna and I watched Jeopardy (and actually got some questions right this time!) and then Gilmore Girls (excellent as always), then we tried to watch One Tree Hill, but we couldn't follow it because we've never watched it before, then EJ came home and Valerie came over and we all watched Real World. I dunno why, but it was just a really fun, laid back evening. I'm bored again though. Bored bored bored.... I need something exciting or at least something to look forward to. Tomorrow's the start of my weekend! I guess that'll have to do for now.

the dangerous world of cliques...

*warning! venting post ahead!*

i find cliques fascinating, in the way that i'm kinda (read: really, but i've never been one to be able to make strong opinions) disgusted by them and what they do. i'm not talking about the cliques from the high school in the breakfast club (you know, the jocks, the brains, etc.), i mean a group of very few people (typically three, perhaps four, according to my observations), who are caught in their own little world, their own reality, and cut everyone else out of it. not only have they isolated themselves from the rest of the world, but somehow they've gotten it into their heads that they're better than the people they've decided to "reject." i dunno, maybe it's the cabin fever from all those hours spent with JUST EACH OTHER, thinking thoughts they believe no one else has even begun to fathom. whatever it is, i'm incredibly sick of it, like to the point of where i might physically hurl (large objects at the offending people... wait no, i'm not violent). i've shed too many tears (that's right, in addition to not making strong opinions, i'm so wimpy i cry over people... am i beyond help?), and been ignored or forgetten about too many times (really now, i'm not that small) in my life over the multiple times this clique phenomenon has made me wonder what the hell is really wrong with me. after many hours of speculation, i've decided that there's nothing fucking wrong with me. if you don't like me, your loss.

*end venting post*

ah... i've missed you blogger.

...and lindsey, you're awesome (tee hee hee).

Cat Power - Shaking Paper

I've been told that I should post and that i'm awesome by two half whats and i'm wondering whether i'm awesome because I don't post or those two statements are independent of each other. I'm posting. HAPPY?

I was just rudely awakened by my roommate's cell phone, and I promptly returned to the world of my new dorm room and having nothing to do. My rattling heater, which I just submitted a work request for, and my noisy refigerator containing only milk and cheese fill the early morning with pleasant noises. Actually, today it appears that I do have something to do.

Last night, I felt like a tourist at my own school. Me and some friends ventured over to the other side of campus (where I lived last year) for late night at the newly renovated dining commons, DLG (that's right, Jack Johnson). We marvled for an hour over the splendor of the place and the quality of the food. We then proceeded to tour through our old hallway and interact with the new residents of our rooms. We swore there was something different about the place, were surprised by the locked bathroom door, and we were friendly with the residents. We were told by an RA with a big head to be quiet in the hallway because it was quiet hours, even though class hasn't even started yet.

The year is starting off well. That is, socially, I guess. Classes and majors are a different story...

Yo biz.

It is a wonderful world.

2-4-6 days (do you remember, my dear graduates, the days when you classified your days by numbers odd and even? now, I suppose you have odd days even without classes.) are the worst. My mornings are dominated by short men preaching without really knowing (or so it seems) and my afternoons inundated with ... I don't know how else to put it, really bad big band jazz. And Mrs. Willcox (the music director) reminds me of the beast in "Beauty and the Beast." But only because of her very distinct nose. That's really the only reason. I'll post a picture sometime.

I'm reading about how Americans will more readily support rules, regulations and impersonality than will the Japanese. The Japanese, this book asserts, invest more in sensitivity towards others' needs, reaching decision through discussion rather than through a rude and rigid set of rules. This idea contradicted with one that had already been sitting in my head. The ideas fought awhile up there in the cavernous cavity (that's redundant, isn't it?) of my cabeza and then sat down to look at each other a good long while. Americans encourage distrust (damn the judeo-christian faith) and impersonality, but aren't the Japanese the ones going around killing each other with baseball bats because of all their pent up feelings?

I never want to be a native again; I think I want to study abroad all my life.

I'm so overwhelmed with having a blog right now that I don't even know what to say. This week the WB has all it's season premieres and you know what that means. That's right! Gilmore Girls is new tomorrow! I've been waiting this for so long. Rory had sex with Dean who's married. We finally get to see what happens. I'm very exctied. I think you got that though.

This morning I got woken up at 9:00 to the sound of jack hammering. It's probably one of the worst things to wake up to. It was non-stop and one of the loudest noises I've ever heard. They jack-hammered a whole parking lot. Today was my day to sleep in cuz I don't have class until 4:00 on Mondays. Why couldn't they have done it tomorrow when I get up before 9? Oh well, they're done now.

I feel kind of accomplished today. I've finished almost all of my poly sci reading and Jenna and I went to the gym and I watched David's dodgeball game and I watched 7th Heaven (it's gotten so bad...). Tomorrow should be fairly easy, I don't have any quizzes for once. Maybe I'll even go to bed early! Haha... yeah right

new beginnings...

ah, the first post on a new website. what kind of fun stories (and pointless arguments) will we get involved with here?

well, i guess to get started, i leave in a week for UCLA. i have more classes than ever (7 hrs on fridays!) and i'm planning to add volunteering to my schedule; however, (eh? like the use of a semicolon? yeah you do!) i am way excited to go back and see friends i've only been talking to online and on the phone. apparently my roommate is anticipating this year to be the best ever, so i should have some (maybe) interesting things for you kids to read.

to end, i'm going to write the song that is playing on my winamp player:
The Magentic Fields - I wish I had an Evil Twin

...and my first post is done!

Welcome

Alright! I apologize for the pinkness, but I thought this was the cutest template since Lindsey's being a slacker (haha, j/k babe, but I wanna blog!) and I love pink. I also thing this will motivate her to put the design that she made up. I'm really excited about this site and to be blogging again. I don't even remember if I know how! I'll work on getting blogger invites out to everyone who is supposed to be on this site.

Well for those of you who haven't kept up with me, I'm all settled into my new apartment and I started school 3 weeks ago (I hate you UCers) . It's been soooo hot here and my fan died about a week ago, but luckily it cooled down a bit. Also my wonderful boyfriend fixed it for me yesterday and today it got REALLY COLD! C'est la vie. Saturday began IM softball. We lost, but we actually put up a good fight! We were winning up until the last inning and we only had 9 players (actually 8, but we recruited EJ). I ended up pitching and I think I did a pretty good job except for the 3 run HR some guy slammed. Oh well. "We Tried!" (haha, that's our team name, I think it's so clever)

That's all the excitement I have to share for now. I'm sure I'll be writing lots for a week or so though. And I promise this site will look good shortly cuz Lindsey's awesome. Hooray!