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Thursday, July 15, 2004
Mood: Sleepy
Music: Rufus Wainwright - Across the Universe

Woohoo! After a week of searching and dealing with a realtor from hell, I've finally found an apartment to live in for the next school year! W00t!

Anywho...still more to answer from Dram:
And I'm still waiting for you to tell everyone how cool California is!
Hmm...well, I'm not a Californian, so I don't know how much "coolness" I can express for Cali, but I'll try. Sooo....what separates California from the north (telling from my 12-year stint in Buffalo, NY) and the south (telling from my current home in Houston, TX)? Well, I've only been to the LA area of California, and one thing I noticed is that they've got some NICE CARS there. Good lord, I coulda sworn that there were more Mercedes-Benzs and BMWs than Hondas. As my friend Alvin put it, it's not hard to find a nice car in LA...what's hard is finding the piece 'o shit car. Lessee....what else was great about Cali? Oh yeah, the weather. Not burning hot like the south, not completely frigid like the north either. But you know what's the greatest part of Cali? It's a small concrete square at Mann's Chinese theater with Frank Sinatra's handprints and footprints in it. :) As for one thing that ISN'T so awesome in Cali, it's the food. I'm not saying that the food in Cali is bad or anything, but it's not as great as the food in the south. If there's one thing Southerners know how to do, it's EAT. 5 of the top ten fattest cities are in Texas, and it's that way for a reason. While other cities are shaking their fingers at us for being so irresponsibly obese, we shake our chubby fingers back at them and continue to eat the richest and tastiest food around. Hmph. So anywho, other than the food factor, yeah, California's pretty cool. :P

cowboybone: um, is it too late to request that you profess your love for me?
Of course not! It's never too late for me to profess my love for anyone! Not with the handy-dandy "one message fits all" love profession method. Just write a love poem and put the person's name in it! This can be done in 3 easy steps:
1) Write the person's name, then think of a random noun to tack on to the end. Something cheezy like "Ben is the sun" or "Ben is the monkey". We'll stick with monkey for now.
2) Next, write a line that describes the above mentioned noun. If we had used "sun", we would say something like "he shines with a comforting warmth". But since we're sticking with "monkey", I'm gonna write "he swings from my heartstrings like the branches of a tree in the Amazon".
3) Repeat for a couple more stanzas, and presto! You've got yourself a beautiful and poetic love profession! Oh, and throwing in the words "love" and "heart" now and then couldn't hurt. :P
So anyway, here's what I've got:

Ben is the monkey,
He swings from my heartstrings like the branches of a tree in the Amazon.
Ben is a tree,
He stands uh...tall. :P
Ben is like a good caramel macchiato,
Because I love those things!

Ok, so obviously I suck at writing poetry. But there's my love profession for you, buddy. Geez...first a plug, now a love proession....are you sure you're not a greedy American? :P

Anywho, nap time for me. 'nitey nite, people.

Cindy blabbed at 05:16 p.m. |

Friday, July 9, 2004
Mood: Gahhh....
Music: Coldplay - The Scientist

You know what's a surefire way to scare the shit outta me? Make my passenger seat window randomly shatter while I'm driving on the highway. Yeeeah. It was pretty freakin' scary.

Cindy blabbed at 08:03 p.m. |

Monday, July 5, 2004
Mood: Bored
Music: Ben Folds - Carrying Cathy

Heh, you guys thought I forgot about those blogging suggestions, huh? Still working on them, step by step. So here goes another installment!

Another one from Dram:
Or, blog about how the reason why people knock the 80's is cuz they don't understand what a cool decade it was.
Well well....I can't write about how people don't understand the 80's, but I can definitely write reasons why people knock the 80's. *grin* I've got a feeling that people are going to kill me for this post, but then again, I didn't have anyone throw bricks at me for the LV post, so maybe I'll luck out again. :P Soooo....reasons why people knock the 80's:

The clothes: Neon-colored clothing. Leg warmers. HUGE shoulder pads for women. Bright pink lipstick. Hair big enough to be mistaken for a haystack. Does anyone else think that this is one huge formula for HIDEOUS?!?! For women, the 80's basically made you look like a broad-shouldered and blindingly-colored haystack with cold legs. Yuck.
The music: Ok, maybe I'm a music snob, but for me, I'd like my instruments to be REAL instruments. No synthesizers. I'll blame my 10 years of piano lessons and 6 years of violin lessons for this, but it really, REALLY bothers me when synthesizers are used in place of actual symphonies or musical instruments. I know that hiring an entire orchestra is expensive and all, but it sounds SO MUCH BETTER. So anywho, I can't stand the sound of synthesizers, and therefore I can't stand 90% of 80's music. Sorry guys.
Paula Abdul seducing a cartoon cat in her video for "Opposites Attract": No explanation needed.

So yeah...obviously, I'm not a big fan of the 80's, even though I was an 80's child myself. But I guess we can stick with the explanation that the 80's were just misunderstood, hmm? :)

Or, blog about why you started this whole blogging thing and why you closed your previous blogs and started anew and why Xanga is so much cooler than Pitas... or I suppose the other way around will be acceptable.
Haha, well, just like most people, I started blogging because I was just plain BORED. I started off with a livejournal, (and yes, that link takes you to my ancient/dead livejournal) then I moved to pitas.com for a short stint, and then I hauled my entire pitas blog to just a regular webspace where I had to do everything by hand. I forgot why I did it....I think it was for comments or image hosting and I couldn't find any other way to get them. ANYWHO....after doing all that high school blogging on that crappy piece of webspace, I finally migrated back here to pitas.com. :) As for why I shut down all those older blogs, well...I just got bored with them. It's as simple as that. :) Oh, and xanga still sucks. Hmph. Xanga's got a great community setup and all, but other than that, it's got nothin'. So nyah.

Cindy blabbed at 04:22 p.m. |

Sunday, July 4, 2004
Mood: Confused
Music: Gorillaz - Latin Simone

I think I'm going to have a million girls throwing bricks at me for asking this, but here goes. What is so special about these?

Maybe it's just me, but does anyone else think these things are um...well....ugly? *cowers in fear* I dunno, if I didn't see so many young girls carrying these things, I would've thought that it was more like a grandma bag. Those weird flowers, and the brown + tan color combo...I dunno, it doesn't do it for me. I would picture something like this on the arm of a little old lady who owns 12 cats or something. And why are they so goddamned expensive?!?! Are they fireproof? Could they fend you from an anthrax attack? Do they have built-in parachutes in case you're on a plane that's tumbling down from the air? Bleh...I dunno, I guess I feel that if something like this is going to be such a status symbol, it should at least LOOK nice, ya know? And yes, I realize that Louis bags don't ALL come in just brown and tan. I've seen those white and pastel-colored Louis bags....I thought those were pretty freakin' ugly too. But anywho....seriously, I'm a little embarrassed that as a girl, I don't get what the deal is with Louis Vuitton bags. Someone please explain. :(

P.S. Ben Folds and Rufus Wainwright are touring together!!! *faints* And they're coming NOWHERE NEAR Texas. DEAR GOD, WHY?!?!?! *bawls*

P.P.S. Oh yeah, and have a happy 4th everyone! :)

Cindy blabbed at 11:51 a.m. |

Friday, July 2, 2004
Mood: Hungry
Music: The Bloodhound Gang - The Roof is On Fire

NEWSFLASH: Cindy Wang actually LIKES kids!!

Ok, so not really. I'm sure everyone who's read my blog for a while knows by now that I HATE kids. However, I've been volunteering at the Texas Children's Hospital (as for HOW I ended up volunteering there in the first place is a different story for another time), and I've been volunteering in the PCU. PCU meaning the Progressive Care Unit. One of the main differences between the ICU and the PCU is that when people are admitted to the ICU, they usually stay for a few weeks, get better, and then they either move into normal hospital units or sometimes they go straight home. The PCU on the other hand, is a bit more severe. Most of these kids have trach tubes, almost all of them have EKG leads hooked up to them, and the sad part is that most of them aren't going to get off of the machines any time soon. Some are even marked as DNR, meaning Do No Resuscitate, so you can see that this is some pretty intense stuff here. So anywho....what was my point? Oh yeah, I actually like the kids in the PCU. :) And that's saying a LOT when it comes from me. They're the sweetest kids you'll ever meet, and they really appreciate the fact that you're there to keep them company, because they don't have much contact with people other than their nurses, their doctors, and their parents if they come in to visit. As cheesy as it sounds, it's nice to see them smile when you come in to play with them. Ironically, working with the kids in the PCU actually kinda makes me hate kids even more, though. I was eating at Sweet Tomato with my dad today, and some kid was screaming and crying about various things.

Kid: "I DON'T WANNA EAT THAT!! I WANT ICE CREAM!! ICE CREEEAM!!"
Me: SHUT THE HELL UP...try being tube-fed and maybe you'll actually eat what's on your plate next time...sheesh.
Kid: "I DON'T WANNA GO HOME! I DON'T WANNA GOOOO!!!"
Me: Kids in the PCU would do anything to be home with their families again, you spoiled little sh*t.

Bleh. So yeah....as terrible as it sounds, I think the only kids I've liked so far are terminally ill ones. *nervous laugh* Am I a bad person for thinking that?

Cindy blabbed at 04:42 p.m. |

Saturday, June 26, 2004
Mood: Full...burritos from Chipotle will do that to ya. :P
Music: Jason Mraz - Unfold (live)

Bleh...sorry about the break in bloggage. I was in Austin for a few days visiting friends and having fun. Now I'm back in Houston with nothin' to do. :P

So, on to Dram's suggestions:
Yeah, blog about that coffee thing... I mean, how did you get so hooked on coffee? Did your parents feed you coffee instead of milk when you were young?
Well...I was a boring little kid. I just sat around, didn't cry, didn't talk. So my parents decided to inject caffeine into my bloodstream to see what would happen. And now I'm hooked. Bastards. Haha, just kidding....my parents are wonderful, and they obviously wouldn't inject caffeine into my bloodstream. :P Honestly, I really have no idea how I got hooked on coffee. My mom's a heavy coffee drinker, but it's not like I dove straight into her mug every time she made a cup of joe. Anywho, I guess the addiction started somewhere in high school. I loved the smell of coffee, the taste (even though I usually put in lotsa cream, sugar, and other nifty flavorings), and the kick it gave me. Coffee doesn't give me much of a "kick" anymore, but I love it anyway. As weird as it sounds, coffee to me is like cigarettes to a smoker. I get a good cup of coffee if I'm super-stressed, or if I just need a break from studying and whatnot. *Shrug*....it's an addiction, and it's kind of a comfort drink to me too. :) *sips from mug*

Or, blog about why you moved to Texas from the east coast and why California is way cooler than both places.
For those of you who don't know, I wasn't always a Texan. I was born and raised in Buffalo, NY for a good 12 years before I moved down here to the south. :P Anywho....as much as I'd like to tell some great story about why I moved from NY to TX, the plain fact is that my dad got transferred from one location to another. The funny part about it all is that when I first moved to Texas, I had this crazy preconception that there were cacti and cows all over the place in Texas, and that everyone owned horses and stuff. Of course, I was wrong. On the other hand, when I told people that I was from NY, some people asked me "WHOA....have you ever been mugged?" Isn't it fun when stereotypes run wild? :P

Cindy blabbed at 09:46 p.m. |

Monday, June 21, 2004
Mood: Mellow
Music: Better Than Ezra - Good

*Cracks knuckles*...alrighty, thanks for the suggestions, people! :) I'll try to get to them all! (even though I think Darren's might need their own entry!)

Cakalusa: Blog about your first and latest loves :P
So I guess that means you want me to discuss my dating history, huh? Well, honestly, I don't have much of a dating history, and I don't really have any interesting stories about my first so-called "love" (aka idiot). But I guess I could go ahead and tell this pointless story. So I was a freshman in high school, and one day I heard that this guy named umm...well, we'll call him "Bob"...guy named Bob liked me. My reaction was "OH MY GOD, A MEMBER OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER ACTUALLY HAS SOME INTEREST IN ME", so without even getting to know the guy before he asked me out, I said yes. Little did I know that Bob turned out to be a decent-looking idiot. So I dumped him after 2 weeks of discovering that he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. One time I was on the phone with him and I had the suspicion that he didn't really know what he was talking about, so I decided to ask him what he thought about the theory of evolution. He paused, cleared his throat, and replied in a very serious tone:

Bob: One day...we will all be one.
Me: ....

When I asked him to elaborate, he said "Well, you know....we'll all be one...like...ONE. You know?" That's when I pointed out to him that turtle, human, and rabbit embryos have striking similarities, and therefore may be evidence that these three species had a common ancestor. I told him that if THAT's what he meant by "we will be one", then it's already happened. I don't remember much else about that conversation other than the fact that he sounded kinda pissed off after the whole evolution shpiel. *grin* So yeah, I dumped him after 2 weeks. End of story. As for current loves, well, I'm a single woman, so that doesn't really apply. Well, not unless you count this guy. :)

cowboybone: hey, that love story thing is MY shtick! find your own gimmick! oh! blog about how little you know about sports (which should be a capital crime for you, being from Texas and all).
Haha, ok ok, so I'll admit that even though I could talk about video games, computer parts, and a few other "guy-oriented" subjects, sports is definitely NOT one of them. I got to the University of Texas in Austin, one of the biggest football schools in the nation. When there's a game, the streets are completely filled with our school colors and parties are thrown left and right. I on the other hand, will walk out at night, notice that our bell tower is lit orange, and I'll ask my friends "uhh...did we win a game or something?"

When it comes to basketball, my friends will be cheering for the Rockets/Spurs/Mavericks, even though I had no clue where each of the teams were from (well, except for the Rockets, because I'm from Houston). NOW I know that Rockets=Houston, Mavs=Dallas, Spurs=San Antonio, and that apparently the Spurs suck or something. I dunno, that's just based on what my friends try telling me. Oh, and I had no idea that the Jets weren't a basketball team, but a baseball team. Ben would message me after watching that recent NBA tournament and happily tell me that Detroit won. Ben, this is where I confess that while I knew you were cheering for Detroit, I had NO IDEA that Detroit = Pistons. *hangs head* In other words, if people said "Hey, so Detroit's doing really well," I'd smile and nod, while if someone said "Man, those Pistons are totally kicking ass right now!", I kinda gave them a dumb look. So yes, I don't know JACK about sports, even though I live in one of the most sports-driven states in the country. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bolt my doors so that the cops don't come and put me on death row for failing Sports 101.

Next entry: I'll answer all of YOUR suggestions, Dram, since you seemed to have a lot to suggest! :)

Cindy blabbed at 01:28 p.m. |

Saturday, June 19, 2004
Mood: Braindead
Music: Sigur Ros - Untitled #8

WANTED: Blogging ideas. Bleh.

Well, I guess I do have SOMETHING to write about. I swear my pantry is a ravenous beast that attempts to eat everything that is important to me. Just a few items that I have lost (and later found) in my pantry:

  • The TV remote control (on more than one occasion)
  • A pair of socks
  • My keys
Kinda reminds me of that one chapter in one of the Wayside Stories books where that kid finds his sock in the fridge.

Ok, so that was a sad attempt at blogging. Seriously, folks. If there's anything you want me to blog about, put it in the comments and I just might do it.

Cindy blabbed at 10:30 p.m. |