You know what. I have been alive for seventeen years. That's a long time. And yet, I don't think I've ever had a birthday this good. Elementary school? Maybe. Pirros, the Jungle, and Qzar were awesome. Middle school? Chillin' with 2 homies at Great America or BBQ at my house. Pretty cool. High school. Not so great. Girls always breaking up with me, people being kinda flakey, I've had better. But this year was different.
This year was one of the best birthdays that I have ever had. It's true, not everybody could be here on my birthday, but goddamn, every remembered! The only people who remember my birthday even exists are my parents. This year, people called me, emailed me, texted me, IMed me, everything. I went to Connie Chungs house accidentally and she gave me one of the best birthday presents ever. COMIC BOOKS (friggin Zits, Foxtrot, Farside, and Pearls Before Swine). Then I got a call at midnight from Yoongi and Jeena and Judie wishing me a happy birthday and asking me if I wanted to go to IHOP. I couldn't sneak out, but it's the thought that counts... I also got texts from from Christina, Gus, Alex, Chelsea, and Anna. Cynthia and Connie Li called too! And to top it off, Tommy, Levi, Morgan, and Johanna all met me at Pier 39 to hand out and have fun.
We met at Pier 39 and just chilled. We made the farm animals have sex with the army man, and the horse have sex with the god. I loved how it gallopped on top of Rover. We watched the lame performer for 45 minutes and he was ok. We waited for the F to go downtown but the tourists outnumbered us. So we walked down to North Beach and ate pizza. I opened my presents from Morgan and Jo and then we visited the CHURCH OF SCIENTOLOGY!
As Tommy bluntly puts it, 'The Church of Scientology is genius in the fact that is the most successful religion who's sole purpose is to sell a book'. We went inside and, unfortunately, the aliens who normally do your taxes were all on vacation. So we pretended to be interested and did the tour. They even showed us a video. We had a choice between the 40 minute Scientology video or the 25 minute Dianetics video. Guess which one we chose? It was a really cheesy movie about this guy who was paralyzed from the waist down. The evil psychologists (Scientologists think that psychology is a Nazi Science) are trying to disect his brain to test their cockamamie theories (which are totally ass backward. If you try to make something look bad, and you truly think it is bad, you shouldn't have to make it horribly inaccurate to stress your point). But guess what, Jerry (the paralyzed guy) gets a book called 'Dianetics' by L. Ron Hubbard (the L stands for 'Loony') and learns how to 'relive the pain and cure his condition'. It was a really bad movie in that it was a) cheesy b) inconsistent and c) wrongwrongWRONG! But yea. Then i went home and to dinner.
Dinner was aite. It was after dinner that was cool. I went to Dayu's house and watched some porn, Chapelle's Show, and Fight Club with Dayu, Anna, and Steph. Great movie. Then calls and WOOHOO i love my birthday.
I think there's a little more left, later. Hopefully... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
At What Price?
Oh god. I feel horrible. I traded in my sole for a pair of shoes. Why couldn't I hold out? Just a bit longer untill they put my old supercourts back on the line. WHY did they have to discontinue my shoes!? Oh god, why did I settle for black and white? I just want my old shoes. But I guess I must move on. I'll bronze my retired shoes. That should make me feel better.
Monday, June 13, 2005
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Goodnight, Goodnight
A break from your original programming, if indeed that is how you spell 'programming':
What did you do on the last day of school? Did you go and say goodbye to your favorite teachers? Or did you just kinda drop by and get a few more autographs for your yearbook? Did you, perhaps, cut all day and stay at home sleeping and watching TV? Did you go to a movie, or to a friends house? Whatever you did, I bet you had fun. Yet again, whatever you did, I bet you didn't have as much fun as I did.
Let me just say this now: BFD was so friggerty awesome. Plain and simple. Let me give you the rundown. I picked Gus and Christina up at about 10:30ish and we drove down to Mountain View. We got there in time to start of the festival stages, where its festival seating (no lawn/seats). The bands, as cool as they are, weren't really important. What was important was that I had selected a crack team of two individuals who worked well separately and together. What I mean is, Gus and Christina kicked ass. I'm proud of Gus for letting out the blonde beast inside of him and taking a liking to moshing and crowdsurfing. Christina held her own, too. She's not one of those weak willed individuals at concerts who quickly realize that they have bitten off more than they could chew. But soon the festival was over and it was time for the sponsored part of the show.
We got our lawn seats and listened to the Lovemakers and Kasabian, the latter being very half rate. I myself snuck into the VIP section and got myself a free dinner. I brought some back for the gang, much to their disliking. Then the better bands started playing and we got up the the rail of the lawn, the divider between the haves (seats) and the havenots (lawn). Jimmy Eat World came and went, and so did Christina, her parents wanting her to leave early, so it was only me and Gus for Social Distortion. It was too much fun. When Foo Fighters came on, I wasn't as enthused because of my blaring headache, but that was soon to change. During a solo, David Grohl walked into the audience, taking much much much of the Rock and Roll glory that he totally deserves. But he also took away the patroling security guards who made sure nobody hopped the fence into the seats. Seeing our chance, Gus and I hopped it. Little did we know, they had a little guard out of sight who was watching, just in case. She caught us and we left, no question about it. It was too late to try to get a good seat again, so I picked up some Advil at the medical tent and we left BFD, but bringing along the memories.
There are some things that I would like to take away from BFD, aside from my stretched out, stinky tshirt. First of all, never trust your life with poserpatches while crowdsurfing; it only ends with cuts, bruises, and somebody's mom yelling at you. Second of all, ALWAYS steal food if you have to; condiments do not make filling meals. Thirdly, if you must go with more than one friend, make sure they work. It doesn't matter where they come from, as long as they can talk to eachother and have a good time together (with you too, of course). With this, I am proud to say that I picked the perfect companions. I am proud of them too, as they really know how to kick ass at a concert, and not being killed or boring.
Goodnight, Goodnight.
PS. I am happy to say that this years import bands from Europe didn't suck like they usually do. Europe is going through a whole different music phase than the US and I hate it when Live 105 tries to pretend like it doesn't matter. I hate England. More on that later, though.
What did you do on the last day of school? Did you go and say goodbye to your favorite teachers? Or did you just kinda drop by and get a few more autographs for your yearbook? Did you, perhaps, cut all day and stay at home sleeping and watching TV? Did you go to a movie, or to a friends house? Whatever you did, I bet you had fun. Yet again, whatever you did, I bet you didn't have as much fun as I did.
Let me just say this now: BFD was so friggerty awesome. Plain and simple. Let me give you the rundown. I picked Gus and Christina up at about 10:30ish and we drove down to Mountain View. We got there in time to start of the festival stages, where its festival seating (no lawn/seats). The bands, as cool as they are, weren't really important. What was important was that I had selected a crack team of two individuals who worked well separately and together. What I mean is, Gus and Christina kicked ass. I'm proud of Gus for letting out the blonde beast inside of him and taking a liking to moshing and crowdsurfing. Christina held her own, too. She's not one of those weak willed individuals at concerts who quickly realize that they have bitten off more than they could chew. But soon the festival was over and it was time for the sponsored part of the show.
We got our lawn seats and listened to the Lovemakers and Kasabian, the latter being very half rate. I myself snuck into the VIP section and got myself a free dinner. I brought some back for the gang, much to their disliking. Then the better bands started playing and we got up the the rail of the lawn, the divider between the haves (seats) and the havenots (lawn). Jimmy Eat World came and went, and so did Christina, her parents wanting her to leave early, so it was only me and Gus for Social Distortion. It was too much fun. When Foo Fighters came on, I wasn't as enthused because of my blaring headache, but that was soon to change. During a solo, David Grohl walked into the audience, taking much much much of the Rock and Roll glory that he totally deserves. But he also took away the patroling security guards who made sure nobody hopped the fence into the seats. Seeing our chance, Gus and I hopped it. Little did we know, they had a little guard out of sight who was watching, just in case. She caught us and we left, no question about it. It was too late to try to get a good seat again, so I picked up some Advil at the medical tent and we left BFD, but bringing along the memories.
There are some things that I would like to take away from BFD, aside from my stretched out, stinky tshirt. First of all, never trust your life with poserpatches while crowdsurfing; it only ends with cuts, bruises, and somebody's mom yelling at you. Second of all, ALWAYS steal food if you have to; condiments do not make filling meals. Thirdly, if you must go with more than one friend, make sure they work. It doesn't matter where they come from, as long as they can talk to eachother and have a good time together (with you too, of course). With this, I am proud to say that I picked the perfect companions. I am proud of them too, as they really know how to kick ass at a concert, and not being killed or boring.
Goodnight, Goodnight.
PS. I am happy to say that this years import bands from Europe didn't suck like they usually do. Europe is going through a whole different music phase than the US and I hate it when Live 105 tries to pretend like it doesn't matter. I hate England. More on that later, though.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
"It's Not As If I'll Stop Existing"
I guess it's time for my seniors post. Here's my list of my best buds:
Ben Li: I met you because I saw your GIANTS v ANGELS hat and envied you. We talked on the way to Center Meet Three that day and we had an interesting conversation. I can't remember what it was, but I'm sure glad it happened. Thanks for being so easy to talk to and for being a really cool person.
Mike Siu: What can I NOT say about Cum Shirt? Perhaps one of my favorite seniors, you always had a good comeback to whatever shit I had to say. It's too bad you couldn't stay on XC, but your heart lied elsewhere, especially with Soe. You guys are perfect for eachother. I really want to say thank you for being the best role model, yes I said 'role model', I could ever ask for. And thanks for letting me stay at yours and Alex's place next year.
Johnny Yu: Speaking of role models, Johnny, you were my biggest influence when it came to running. I was like a silent Yulong in my worshipping of your 'Just Run' motto. And boy are those words to live by. I have since applied it to all my work and play. I guess I just want to say thank you for that, and for being good conversation on the long runs. 1600m showdown next year, buddy.
Jimmy Yu: Can't say anything about Johnny without saying anything about Jimmy. Twins man, that's awesome. I still remember when I first met you in Ms. Chins class. I turned around to you and told you "You know, you look a lot like a friend of mine, do you know him?' and you said 'I'm his TWIN!' HAHAHA. She always called Johnny by your name. Since then it's been nothing but fun with you Jimmy. Thanks for being my Chinese, Track, and all around buddy. Oh and you're Burmese that's awesome.
Hilary Yip: My second girlfriend, you helped hone my boyfriend techniques. You are definately one cool gal. Nobody could take on as much as you do, and whats more, you do it with wit and grace. Always there for a hug or a hi, you cannot be replaced by anybody. Find yourself a nice big white boy in college and wrestle him down to the ground.
Peter Pan: I still love the name. I wish I had taken your picture like we planned, but that might have been a bit hard on us. You were always there to be funny. When I tell people that, they're like 'What? Peter? Funny? I thought he was just quiet...'. But I had the opportunity to get to know you and your endless soundeffects. TIEUTIEU! KAPSHHH! Don't ever grow up, Peter Pan, cos you can fly.
Justin Chin: Justin, buddy old pal. Great times. Like you and Michelle, kinda. Thanks for confiding in me; it made me feel special. Always there to run with me, especially this year. LA trips and state. Fun fun fun, buddy. Stay the way you are.
Chris Spencer: The only other white guy on XC. Such a good buddy. Definately the coolest senior this year. You were always doing your own thing with your fuzzy pants (which you still need to get me a pair of) and your third place finish in nationals for xc mountain biking. I still remember the time where we got caught sneaking out with the Lincoln girls at State Meet. YOU RAN AWAY FROM ANDY! You're eyes were lit with mischief. Do me a favor and invite me to a party or two when you're in college.
Dana Wu: SECRET HANDSHAKE
Jonas Chin: Just...so...COOL. Thanks for treating me like an adult. I really needed it.
Alex Ching: One of my best friends. You always knew what to say or not to say. You've been through some tough times but hopefully those times are over. Especially with Daisy and Mike and myself by your side. Always fun getting taptap with you, and hanging out at your house with the guys. What can I say man? I love you.
I'm going to miss you guys, whether you care or not. I've had the honor of knowing you guys for 3 years, and man I wish you didn't have to go yet. I realize, though, that everything must change eventually, and that you guys cannot always stay with me. So I say, to the class of oh five, my favorite class besides my own, good luck.
Ben Li: I met you because I saw your GIANTS v ANGELS hat and envied you. We talked on the way to Center Meet Three that day and we had an interesting conversation. I can't remember what it was, but I'm sure glad it happened. Thanks for being so easy to talk to and for being a really cool person.
Mike Siu: What can I NOT say about Cum Shirt? Perhaps one of my favorite seniors, you always had a good comeback to whatever shit I had to say. It's too bad you couldn't stay on XC, but your heart lied elsewhere, especially with Soe. You guys are perfect for eachother. I really want to say thank you for being the best role model, yes I said 'role model', I could ever ask for. And thanks for letting me stay at yours and Alex's place next year.
Johnny Yu: Speaking of role models, Johnny, you were my biggest influence when it came to running. I was like a silent Yulong in my worshipping of your 'Just Run' motto. And boy are those words to live by. I have since applied it to all my work and play. I guess I just want to say thank you for that, and for being good conversation on the long runs. 1600m showdown next year, buddy.
Jimmy Yu: Can't say anything about Johnny without saying anything about Jimmy. Twins man, that's awesome. I still remember when I first met you in Ms. Chins class. I turned around to you and told you "You know, you look a lot like a friend of mine, do you know him?' and you said 'I'm his TWIN!' HAHAHA. She always called Johnny by your name. Since then it's been nothing but fun with you Jimmy. Thanks for being my Chinese, Track, and all around buddy. Oh and you're Burmese that's awesome.
Hilary Yip: My second girlfriend, you helped hone my boyfriend techniques. You are definately one cool gal. Nobody could take on as much as you do, and whats more, you do it with wit and grace. Always there for a hug or a hi, you cannot be replaced by anybody. Find yourself a nice big white boy in college and wrestle him down to the ground.
Peter Pan: I still love the name. I wish I had taken your picture like we planned, but that might have been a bit hard on us. You were always there to be funny. When I tell people that, they're like 'What? Peter? Funny? I thought he was just quiet...'. But I had the opportunity to get to know you and your endless soundeffects. TIEUTIEU! KAPSHHH! Don't ever grow up, Peter Pan, cos you can fly.
Justin Chin: Justin, buddy old pal. Great times. Like you and Michelle, kinda. Thanks for confiding in me; it made me feel special. Always there to run with me, especially this year. LA trips and state. Fun fun fun, buddy. Stay the way you are.
Chris Spencer: The only other white guy on XC. Such a good buddy. Definately the coolest senior this year. You were always doing your own thing with your fuzzy pants (which you still need to get me a pair of) and your third place finish in nationals for xc mountain biking. I still remember the time where we got caught sneaking out with the Lincoln girls at State Meet. YOU RAN AWAY FROM ANDY! You're eyes were lit with mischief. Do me a favor and invite me to a party or two when you're in college.
Dana Wu: SECRET HANDSHAKE
Jonas Chin: Just...so...COOL. Thanks for treating me like an adult. I really needed it.
Alex Ching: One of my best friends. You always knew what to say or not to say. You've been through some tough times but hopefully those times are over. Especially with Daisy and Mike and myself by your side. Always fun getting taptap with you, and hanging out at your house with the guys. What can I say man? I love you.
I'm going to miss you guys, whether you care or not. I've had the honor of knowing you guys for 3 years, and man I wish you didn't have to go yet. I realize, though, that everything must change eventually, and that you guys cannot always stay with me. So I say, to the class of oh five, my favorite class besides my own, good luck.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Purple Stain
I'm getting fat and lazy. Emphasis on... well, both. But today showed me more of my lazy side. It's not so much as that I'm lazy, it's just that I don't like doing work. But it's not so much as that I don't like doing work, it's just that I'll do anything I can to get out of it, including more work.
Today for instance, I had to clean the downstairs bathroom before my Aunt Carol came over. After procrastinating for days, I finally got caught and was sent below. I shook out the rugs and hung them somewhere. That being done, I had to sweep and mop the floors. But that was where my morale started wavering.
The broom and the mop were all the way upstairs, and I had no clue where the ammonia was. I had to think: What did I have to do to get the job done using the resources I had then? First I did an inventory check. Toothpaste, floss, aftershave, hair gel, water, toilet paper, paper towels, baby wipes, and lysol wipes. The mopping part might be solved, but I was broomless.
It was coming down to the line, either I get it together now or run upstairs for my supplies. Lo and behold, revelation struck! The clothes on my back could easily be made into a makeshift broom. I took off my shirts and started brushing dust and debris out the door (dirt doesn't matter on the cold hard cement floor). That didn't take so long. But mopping would.
My bathroom is a rectangle about 5'x5'. I had decided to 'mop' with the lysol wipes, but without a mop, this was going to be a hard task. I wasn't about to go up a whole flight of stairs when all i needed to do my job was right in my hands. I set to work, scrubbing with every possible part of each wipe. Floor, sink, and shower. With two wipes to spare! It took me twenty minutes to complete a four minute job, but at least I didn't have to run upstairs to get the mop.
Running upstairs would have been a horrible waste of energy and simply put, not a mental challenge. I had to survive by my wits, using what I had to complete a difficult task, with a minimal amount of energy. Gee... It's amazing what I do to 'get out of doing work'.
Today for instance, I had to clean the downstairs bathroom before my Aunt Carol came over. After procrastinating for days, I finally got caught and was sent below. I shook out the rugs and hung them somewhere. That being done, I had to sweep and mop the floors. But that was where my morale started wavering.
The broom and the mop were all the way upstairs, and I had no clue where the ammonia was. I had to think: What did I have to do to get the job done using the resources I had then? First I did an inventory check. Toothpaste, floss, aftershave, hair gel, water, toilet paper, paper towels, baby wipes, and lysol wipes. The mopping part might be solved, but I was broomless.
It was coming down to the line, either I get it together now or run upstairs for my supplies. Lo and behold, revelation struck! The clothes on my back could easily be made into a makeshift broom. I took off my shirts and started brushing dust and debris out the door (dirt doesn't matter on the cold hard cement floor). That didn't take so long. But mopping would.
My bathroom is a rectangle about 5'x5'. I had decided to 'mop' with the lysol wipes, but without a mop, this was going to be a hard task. I wasn't about to go up a whole flight of stairs when all i needed to do my job was right in my hands. I set to work, scrubbing with every possible part of each wipe. Floor, sink, and shower. With two wipes to spare! It took me twenty minutes to complete a four minute job, but at least I didn't have to run upstairs to get the mop.
Running upstairs would have been a horrible waste of energy and simply put, not a mental challenge. I had to survive by my wits, using what I had to complete a difficult task, with a minimal amount of energy. Gee... It's amazing what I do to 'get out of doing work'.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Baal
You know how when a situation just gets too deep, people just cut their losses? Or if people realize they can't win the grand prize, they redirect their efforts to ensure the second prize? Today I entertained the notion of applying this to my faith.
Don't get me wrong. Heaven sounds like an awesome place. Theoretically it's even better than where I am now... in front of the TV. But do you know how few people are worthy enough to get into heaven? VERY FEW. Why shouldn't I just cut my losses now? You know, aim for a higher circle of hell.
I know I've made it past the last circle of hell, Round 3, Judecca. It's reserved for traitors to the Lord and those who set out to destroy the rightful god; you know, like Judah and Lucifer. Apparently, the punishment is to reside at the center of the Earth, completely submerged in ice forever. There Lucifer's three wings send forth freezing blasts of impotence, ignorance and hatred toward you. The three ultimate traitors are held in Lucifer's three mouths. I guess wanting to destroy the Lord gets you into some baaaaad shit, but I don't think I've done anything that evil recently. Maybe I should aim higher...
I am kind of worried about the Eighth Circle, Bolgia 6. This circle is reserved for hypocrites. It's not that I'm too worried about me being overly hypocritical, it's just the fact that EVERYBODY is hypocritical eventually. It's just different situations, you know. Hypocrites have a very tiring fate as they are 'clad in leaden mantles'... I'm tired just looking at it, but with luck, I'm moving up.
For most people, Circle 7, Round 3, would be a bitch, but if I died right now, I think I could live with A LIFETIME OF RUNNING! But hey, look what you have to do to get stuck there. Sodomy. I don't know. That might be a bit hard to sneak around, and not because I'm a Catholic... I think I'd be alright with this hell.
Then theres the second circle of hell, right before the first, of course (but the first is impossible to get to now because it's reserved for unbaptized infants and virtuous pagans, of which I am neither). It's reserved for the lustful. -Guilty- Sorry Jesus, but that's pretty hard on me. Especially with my little friend called The Internet. That's alright. The only punishment for being lustful is to be 'blown forever by stormy winds'. Hell, I've been to Chicago AND Boston. It's not so tough.
Tough? Tough is getting into heaven. I should just give up now. Like I said, I should just cut my losses. But I don't think I can do that to Jesus. Can't just give up hope. I gotta keep trying, keep trying to do good and all that stuff. Who knows, maybe heaven isn't just reserved for Jesus and Mother Teresa. Maybe there's a set of wings with my name on it... And maybe not. I don't mind running for all eternity.
Don't get me wrong. Heaven sounds like an awesome place. Theoretically it's even better than where I am now... in front of the TV. But do you know how few people are worthy enough to get into heaven? VERY FEW. Why shouldn't I just cut my losses now? You know, aim for a higher circle of hell.
I know I've made it past the last circle of hell, Round 3, Judecca. It's reserved for traitors to the Lord and those who set out to destroy the rightful god; you know, like Judah and Lucifer. Apparently, the punishment is to reside at the center of the Earth, completely submerged in ice forever. There Lucifer's three wings send forth freezing blasts of impotence, ignorance and hatred toward you. The three ultimate traitors are held in Lucifer's three mouths. I guess wanting to destroy the Lord gets you into some baaaaad shit, but I don't think I've done anything that evil recently. Maybe I should aim higher...
I am kind of worried about the Eighth Circle, Bolgia 6. This circle is reserved for hypocrites. It's not that I'm too worried about me being overly hypocritical, it's just the fact that EVERYBODY is hypocritical eventually. It's just different situations, you know. Hypocrites have a very tiring fate as they are 'clad in leaden mantles'... I'm tired just looking at it, but with luck, I'm moving up.
For most people, Circle 7, Round 3, would be a bitch, but if I died right now, I think I could live with A LIFETIME OF RUNNING! But hey, look what you have to do to get stuck there. Sodomy. I don't know. That might be a bit hard to sneak around, and not because I'm a Catholic... I think I'd be alright with this hell.
Then theres the second circle of hell, right before the first, of course (but the first is impossible to get to now because it's reserved for unbaptized infants and virtuous pagans, of which I am neither). It's reserved for the lustful. -Guilty- Sorry Jesus, but that's pretty hard on me. Especially with my little friend called The Internet. That's alright. The only punishment for being lustful is to be 'blown forever by stormy winds'. Hell, I've been to Chicago AND Boston. It's not so tough.
Tough? Tough is getting into heaven. I should just give up now. Like I said, I should just cut my losses. But I don't think I can do that to Jesus. Can't just give up hope. I gotta keep trying, keep trying to do good and all that stuff. Who knows, maybe heaven isn't just reserved for Jesus and Mother Teresa. Maybe there's a set of wings with my name on it... And maybe not. I don't mind running for all eternity.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
I Forgot What Commandment It Was
Maybe I keep too much from my parents. There are the small things, like a bad test grade or two. You know, just to keep appearances. But it's becoming bigger and bigger.
My parents still don't think that I've had any girlfriends. Not like they care, it's just that it would be awkward. It would also be a hassle. They bug me enough with stuff they think I might do. It would just be too much if they knew.
Then there's the car. They don't know that I give anybody rides except Mari and Dayu. I've been giving rides almost since I had my license. It's been 8 months now and they still won't let me give rides to people, even across the Sunset. So I did something about it. They don't know abou it, but that's okay, I guess.
I feel really bad for lying, but I can keep it up for another year. Then I promise, no more lying. I know they're doing this to protect me, but it's smothering. At Prom my dad told me to call in every hour (he was a bit drunk, though), and I always have to call in for EVERYTHING. And since they're doing it to protect me, I promise not to do anything stupid until later. But right now I'm calling it quits for this post.
My parents still don't think that I've had any girlfriends. Not like they care, it's just that it would be awkward. It would also be a hassle. They bug me enough with stuff they think I might do. It would just be too much if they knew.
Then there's the car. They don't know that I give anybody rides except Mari and Dayu. I've been giving rides almost since I had my license. It's been 8 months now and they still won't let me give rides to people, even across the Sunset. So I did something about it. They don't know abou it, but that's okay, I guess.
I feel really bad for lying, but I can keep it up for another year. Then I promise, no more lying. I know they're doing this to protect me, but it's smothering. At Prom my dad told me to call in every hour (he was a bit drunk, though), and I always have to call in for EVERYTHING. And since they're doing it to protect me, I promise not to do anything stupid until later. But right now I'm calling it quits for this post.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
That's What It's All About
I don't claim to know what love is, because it's different for everybody. When you say "I love you". It means something. For me, it's anything more than a friend, close friends, best friends, girlfriends, whatever. Lots of people say a lot of things about love. Things they can't take back. I hope I won't have to do that.
Many highschool couples use the word love, and sometimes I think it hurts them. Of course I love Yoongi. But it's not really that kind of love yet. I love my friends. I love Yoongi, Alex Ching, Stina, Levi, Tommy, Connie, Johanna, Morgan, Rayna, Alex, Chelsea, Bea, Phil... the list goes on. I'd go out of my way to make these guys happy, or to rip on them whenever possible. I'd protect them from all any harm, if I could. Isn't that what love is?
But then there's that other love. Love with a capital 'L'. When you marry people, Love. I don't think I could ever do that. Just too weird. Living every day with the same person. No friends anymore, you get ugly together, same sex, if any, fucking kids, man. That's why I don't like freshmen being too weird with that word. They don't know what they mean. Even the juniors and seniors are weird.
Goddamn I hate freshmen. But I love you guys.
Many highschool couples use the word love, and sometimes I think it hurts them. Of course I love Yoongi. But it's not really that kind of love yet. I love my friends. I love Yoongi, Alex Ching, Stina, Levi, Tommy, Connie, Johanna, Morgan, Rayna, Alex, Chelsea, Bea, Phil... the list goes on. I'd go out of my way to make these guys happy, or to rip on them whenever possible. I'd protect them from all any harm, if I could. Isn't that what love is?
But then there's that other love. Love with a capital 'L'. When you marry people, Love. I don't think I could ever do that. Just too weird. Living every day with the same person. No friends anymore, you get ugly together, same sex, if any, fucking kids, man. That's why I don't like freshmen being too weird with that word. They don't know what they mean. Even the juniors and seniors are weird.
Goddamn I hate freshmen. But I love you guys.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
IHOP
I have so many posts that I have to get to, cos studying for finals bites.
So I'm in psycho class the other day and Garrett brings his spring pen. One of the favorites in Garrett's aresnal of weird pens, it has the capacity to bend in many different directions and even in half. Garrett's always telling me "HA! Bitch, bet your pen can't do that!". Not one to be showed up, I proceed to bend my PaperMate pen in half as well, making a nice crease in the middle of my almost destroyed pen. I have answered the challenge, but at what cost?
My own pen, my only pen, was now mutilated. It was a lost cause already, what left was there to salvage? Nothing. So I bent and I twisted and I played until *SNAP!*, right across the midsection. I shook with the ink on my hands thinking, "My G------d... What have I done? What have I DONE?".
I worked it out of its pain and was soon left with two, equal sized, pieces of pen. What to do, what to do? BLOW INK OUT OF THE END! My necroenjoyment was soon over as there is only so much ink in half a pen. But I realized then, could the tip still work? Almost reluctantly I put my pen to the test. AHA! Like a worm chopped in deuce by a football cleat, my pen was alive again!
But it wasn't only that, my pen was different. Of course it looked different, but it wrote with the same heart and yet, something strange enticed me to study it longer. Like a stack of pancakes it hit me: blueberries. My pen smelled like blueberries. But a whole blueberry can't fit down a pen, so there had to be something else.
"SYRUP!" I yelled. "The blue ink is really blueberry syrup!" Of course, it had been there all along. My nightly salivation on my homework, the whipped cream in my Wite-Out container - it all made sense. After a little bit of research I found that PaperMate is actually an extention of the popular breakfast place, infamously named 'IHOP'. But why?
Something's up between the two. I can smell it like a hashbrown on a mushroom omellete. Look for more info later, after finals.
So I'm in psycho class the other day and Garrett brings his spring pen. One of the favorites in Garrett's aresnal of weird pens, it has the capacity to bend in many different directions and even in half. Garrett's always telling me "HA! Bitch, bet your pen can't do that!". Not one to be showed up, I proceed to bend my PaperMate pen in half as well, making a nice crease in the middle of my almost destroyed pen. I have answered the challenge, but at what cost?
My own pen, my only pen, was now mutilated. It was a lost cause already, what left was there to salvage? Nothing. So I bent and I twisted and I played until *SNAP!*, right across the midsection. I shook with the ink on my hands thinking, "My G------d... What have I done? What have I DONE?".
I worked it out of its pain and was soon left with two, equal sized, pieces of pen. What to do, what to do? BLOW INK OUT OF THE END! My necroenjoyment was soon over as there is only so much ink in half a pen. But I realized then, could the tip still work? Almost reluctantly I put my pen to the test. AHA! Like a worm chopped in deuce by a football cleat, my pen was alive again!
But it wasn't only that, my pen was different. Of course it looked different, but it wrote with the same heart and yet, something strange enticed me to study it longer. Like a stack of pancakes it hit me: blueberries. My pen smelled like blueberries. But a whole blueberry can't fit down a pen, so there had to be something else.
"SYRUP!" I yelled. "The blue ink is really blueberry syrup!" Of course, it had been there all along. My nightly salivation on my homework, the whipped cream in my Wite-Out container - it all made sense. After a little bit of research I found that PaperMate is actually an extention of the popular breakfast place, infamously named 'IHOP'. But why?
Something's up between the two. I can smell it like a hashbrown on a mushroom omellete. Look for more info later, after finals.
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