I just had the most intense, exciting, fun, and overall enjoyable evening of my whole summer.... even though I am already in school... heh. Every summer/fall when school starts, there is always a superb show to kick off the school year. Last year, it was Vent (I think)..... haha, and it was when they were VENT and not Audiovent... sheesh... Anyway, yesterday night was extremely entertaining. I'll write more about it tomorrow.... cause I'm going to San Francisco! Yee ha.... my weekends are the best... =D
02:02 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[This entry is about school... and how it sucks. So routine. | Thursday, August 29, 2002]
Well, today was the second day of my junior year. It wasn't as bad as the first. Actually, school in general isn't that bad. The academics are okay, the people I can deal with, but this year just seems to be so... dry. It's missing that certain pizzazz and spark. It's just simply boring to get up at 7 AM, go and get "educated", and then come back home for more homework, and then get up the next morning to do it all over again. Heh. It's like a periodic function. Go me. I learned something in trig.... haha....
My teachers are all pretty cool, and generally I like most of them. My classes are extremely huge, which pisses me off the most. I guess there really is a difference with smaller classes, because the environment is much more intimate. And maybe you're thinking, who cares if learning is intimate? Well I do. You get much more out of it, rather than being stuck in a class with a guy who thinks he's the class clown, who really just takes up more of your learning time. *sigh*... I hate being in a class with all the smart-aleck people. They think they're so clever, and that they can win teachers over with their sly comments and comical wit. Oh, please humour me. They're just suck-ups. I may be smart, and I may seem like a suck-up, but trust me, it's really not worth it to comment on "how lovely a person is looking today" or "how clever he/she is".... Damn kids don't even fucking earn their A's anymore....
Oh well. After stalking my old bio teacher for two days, because I just wanted to say hi, the right opportunity finally came through today. I was sitting outside my house, reading in my AP History book, when good old Fern-dog comes home and does the usual "teacher-in-car-waves-to-student-in-his-neighborhood" thing. So I just kept on reading, and then he got outside and walked over by my house to say hello and chat. That made me feel nice for some reason. Not nice in a molestious sort of way or anything like that (ew, what are you thinking), but just because I have good relations with teachers, and it is not because I am constantly there to tell them the time of day or how good their hair looks. I give and in return, get respect... that is something that I would like to maintain this year. No matter how much bullshit I may go through. Really.
[this is how my cycle goes. | Tuesday, August 27, 2002]
Damn it... I'm in one of my moods again. It's one of those stupid, indescribeable feelings where you're angry, but sort of at nothing in particular... it's either nothing or a slight accumulation of all things. Parents, friends, responsibilities... even though they're all perfectly fine. But there's something underneath all that and it makes me want to rip my hair out. If I am so pleasant about the way I am and about the way my life is going, then why I am still slightly irritated/aggravated.... I wish I could pinpoint the thing that is bothering me, but I can't. Maybe it's just everything. ...it's one of those feelings again that really makes me want to get away. I must be really odd, because I don't think most people sincerely think or wanting to get away from their lives.... of course, everyone fantasizes about it, but a select few would actually do it. I am at that breaking point where I am so tired of all the bullshit that goes on, and I wish I could just end it and start anew. But I probably won't.... and then in a couple of minutes, I'll just go back to my routine lifestyle and start it all over again...
04:22 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
[Today isn't so bad after all. | Monday, August 26, 2002]
I went to Mandy's house today, and actually got work done. We did our AP Bio pillbug lab, which was actually pretty fun. Although neither of us would touch them, we still managed to carry on a semi-successful experiment. It's not that I don't like bugs... but having like 2 or 3 pillbugs crawl on you is sort of gross... not to mention tickly. And I am extremely sensitive to tickling. Anyway, we crippled like, 5 bugs in the process. They kept sticking to the tape, and their damn legs kept coming off. I'm not one for animal abuse, but insect abuse.... uh.... it acidentally happens more than it really should... heh.... I guess my homework load isn't so bad after all, since I spent most of my day doing it. It's not that bad, I suppose... I just suppose that when the school year starts, I'll really be overwhelmed. But I got a B in chemistry... yay for me... things aren't looking so bad after all. I'm also starting off the school year hating none of my friends... haha... no hard feelings though, really. It's just that it's been a while where I'm not sincerely angry at anyone... and let's hope it stays that way. Until then, I'm off to finish work... ah, the gratification of completeness.
07:13 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[i bet you my stomach hurts more than yours | Monday, August 26, 2002]
My tummy hurts. This is not cool at all. As my summer draws to its close, I get sick, get stung by a bee, and have bad stomach pains. On top of this, I have all my summer homework to get through. Luckily, I am done with most of my reading and now only have about 70 more pages to go through in my AP Bio book. But nonetheless, everything still sucks. These two days before school starts are going to be a pure living hell for me. At least I had a good weekend. :) I went to a really fun show yesterday, and chilled at multiple friends' houses, mesmerized by Noggin, while becoming stupider by watching Degrassi and its middle school woes. Never have I seen a more idiotic show than that... I don't blame it because it's Canadian... but the acting is horrible, the stories are even more ridiculous... all in all, it's just plain silly.
Oh well, at least I get my mega-cool Glassjaw package in the mail today with Glassjaw logoed rolls of tape. Woo hoo! I hope Ozzfest was fun for everyone who went... fortunately, I decided to save my $60 instead of spending it on 20 minute setlists.... (= ...gah... my stomach attacks.... grrr... maybe food will solve the problem. Let's hope.
12:06 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[summer homework to be completed | Saturday, August 24, 2002]
This is my retarded to do list of summer homework that is due in FOUR days..... ahhhh... *sigh* At least I did read The Grapes of Wrath.....
*Read 90 more pages of the Age of Innocence...
*Find pill bugs to do AP Bio lab...
*Notes in AP Bio book for like, 20-30 pages of reading...
*Read Hot Zone (approx. 323 pages) and write a 2 page report...
[to cough up sorrow and sadness... nah, i'm just sick. =D | Friday, August 23, 2002]
This week has been a real dud for me. For the majority of it, all I have been doing is sitting on my lazy bum either watching TV or reading books. Registration on Wed. was okay, but really made me realize how much I am not eager to get back to school, which starts next Wed. For the most part, I do not like my high school at all, and I wish that I could just transfer, or better yet, even do the whole Middle College circuit. ...but then again, I don't want to skip out on my high school experience... I just want to go to a better school.
Mostly it has to do with the people I have to put up with, I suppose. I guess this week hasn't been my very social week, even though I did happen to meet two very cool new people. ...but alas, I assume that maybe my illness has something to do with me not wanting to go anywhere or do anything. I'm feeling a lot better... but yesterday, I wanted to crush myself with a rock. Oh, the coughing! Oh, the chest pains! The chest pains, dammit!! >.<
[...i think i am ill... | Tuesday, August 20, 2002]
My nose is runny, my eyes are watery, and my throat hurts. Why oh why... it's still summer... people don't get sick in the summer. At least not people like me... goodness, it's so boring being alone at 4 in the morning, especially when I am not the least bit tired. I wonder if I could swim my way into the thoughts and fantasies of sleeping dreamers... or maybe not. Some people have pretty funky dreams...
GAH!! Curses to the person who decided that mucus should be allowed to run out of nostrils!! Damn you! ...it causes much pain and suffering... well.... sort of... >.<
04:16 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[the best weekend ever... | Monday, August 19, 2002]
I haven't posted for a couple of days, but I have a completely liable excuse. I just had the most incredible weekend of my life. It starts like this: Friday, Jenny and I go to see the Juliana Theory with Coheed & Cambria. That show was AMAZING. Probably my fave show of the weekend.... I don't know what the first band was called, but they sucked pretty badly, and they had really gross fans jumping up and down simultaneously in skinny little halter tops where they REALLY needed the support of bras. I loved the bands though... and am now in love with Coheed & Cambria completely. I don't care if Claudio sounds like Michael Jackson. Fuck you. >.< Besides that, the Catalyst in Santa Cruz is such a rockin' place... I want to make it my new home.... that show was so fantastic, and it totally made me weekend complete, even though it just kept getting better and better... oh, and I met a girl from the Internet there too... Amy... why is it I always get found by short little Asian girls? Heh... it was all good...
Saturday. I went to San Francisco for half the day and chilled at Golden Gate Park, where I walked for like, 5 hours straight... and my feet still hurt really badly from standing up so much the other night. =/ Oh well. I went to the beach with my dad where I saw a beached sea lion with its head eaten off by flies and maggots and whatnot. It felt like a truth* commercial... everyone kept going up to it to observe it and such... at least it didn't smell bad. Either way, it was still an eerie thing to see.... gross and disgusting, but eerily beautiful at the same time. Don't ask me why I have a fascination with rotting carcasses... I just do.
We also walked in on a Pakistani Independence Day festival... it was pretty cool... except I felt totally outnumbered... it was the largest gathering of Muslims that I had ever seen in one place.. even more than all the Asians you will find at the Asian shopping centers... it was pretty rad though. I just felt a little awkward... I think I had put my hood on to make myself feel better, since all the women had their robes and whatnot... it made me feel more comfortable. (= God, this is taking me a long time to spill everything.... >.<
I went to the Amoeba record store in San Francisco, which ranks #2 on my most wanted places to live list. I got home from SF sort of late, and my mom was sort of pissed, but even more pissed when I told her I was going to Santa Cruz with Jenny again (plus Jared), to see Slow Gherkin and the Velvet Teen!!! Rawr... well, when we got there, things didn't really turn out as expected... we went to the Catalyst, hoping for some more good times, but I recognized the people in Rocky Horror Picture Show-new wave-hooker garb, and I thought to myself... "Hmm... these don't look like Slow Gherkin fans..." And it turns out fucking SUPERBOOTY is playing at the Catalyst.... what the hell... so in disappointment, we go to Streetlight to console ourselves, but that doesn't really work, until Jenny sees the Slow Gherkin poster... and find out they are REALLY playing at the Vets Hall down the street...... YES... so we go, we have a rocking time, even though we missed the first three bands, but nonetheless.... that show was so much fun... as well as Slow Gherkin's last... :( ...but it was a good one. And I am glad I went, even though I got bitched out for it later on.
So I get a call this morning... from Chris, who I haven't spoken to since school ended... so it was good hearing his voice, even though he sort of sounds like Mikey... heh heh. Anyway, then I got another call... from Jenny, who is taking me to go see the Juliana Theory with Coheed & Cambria!! Woo hoo... Oh man, this life is beautiful... I am ecstatic... literally bouncing off the walls... ahh fuck. I need sleep first. >.< Hee hee.... this is terrible. I am giddy like a little school girl. A Japanese one at that... ^_^ I think it's time for some sushi right about now...
01:16 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[i am really a crazy mofo. | Friday, August 16, 2002]
Oh wow.... I just had an amazing day... I feel like recapping, so bear with me, no matter how long this may seem... It first started off with me going to bed at 4 AM and waking up at 7 in the morning to drive to SF. So basically, I got 3 hours of sleep. And that's what kept me through the whole day.... as it's obviously keeping me up now. I slept for the car ride to and back, so I guess I could cheat and add 2 hours of rest... but still, 5 hours isn't that much... Anyway, I was in San Francisco for legal business concerning my custody case, where I got to tour the McAllister court house, going into courtrooms, meeting judges and whatnot. And I even got to bang the gavel, which was totally rad.... I got to sit in the judge's seat and bang the judge's gavel. Wow. That is pretty nifty in itself. (=
After a lengthy discussion with my court mediator, we drove back to San Jose, where I helped my mom out and didn't get paid... =( Therefore, she owes me... heh. >D Work felt good because it actually kept me pumping, even though I was so tired from the lack of sleep. After that, I saw my friends and we chilled at a diner... then I had to go home and break up fights between little children arguing about who the "real" boss was... and then back to my friend Jessie's house, where we chilled like idiots in her Mustang (a.k.a. Johnny Mu Tang.) We made fun of emo kids in Seventeen magazine and discussed pick up lines concerning 12-inch albums.... specifically the Promise Ring... =D We also contemplated the meaning of love and religion, which caused us to get very hungry.... thus, we concocted a pot of macaroni, flavored by the essence of Laura, but more strongly flavored by the essence of me.... >.<
I went home a little after 11 PM, only to find myself immensely bored, so what better things could I do, other than to annoy and have fun with my good neighbor Samantha... what this consisted mainly of was listening to/watching Moby and David Bowie on MTV, while looking at pictures of half naked Glassjaw.... oh yeah, and also critiquing the cute boys on lipstickparty.com. We thugged ourselves out to Busta Rhymes, while occasionally checking on a certain gray vehicle that sometimes parks in our street... heh.... And to top this all off, I watched a cat throw up for the first time. It was weird... poor Thomas (Sam's cat)... he was really convulsing and spazzing out, and it was probably wrong to watch, but I did anyway.... and he puked out a big lump of cat food. It was exciting. I made Sam tired, so I got kicked out of her house around 3 AM, and here I am, awake and ready to go. I just realized that I forgot to wash my hair yesterday, which makes it 3 days that my hair has gone without a washing... oh man.... now I feel dirty. >.<
Maybe that is the first thing I should do when I wake up. ...but that's only if I ever get to sleep first.... heh heh. I love the night life. And apparently, so do some certain neighbors of mine.... (= But for now.... *yawn*.... Godspeed.
03:10 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[i just don't know how i deal with it. >.< | Thursday, August 15, 2002]
Foomp. Tomorrow is a big day... I have to wake up at 7 in the morning, remember to watch for Jake Gyllenhaal on E!, and then head off for San Francisco... after that, I'm going to chill with my friends at the park and possibly go to a car show...? And later in the evening, I am going to watch Birthday Girl with my older sister, who is a Nicole Kidman fanatic. And then sometime this weekend I have to fit in watching Hedwig and the Angry Inch, while going to San Franciso yet again this Saturday, while also attending at least two Stop, Drop and Rock shows this weekend too... phew.... it seems like my weeks always get busier toward the end.... =P Next week is orientation. That will be exciting. I get to see a lot of dumb people who I don't really appreciate seeing in the first place. I mean, there's my friends.... and I see them all the time, so it's cool. And then there are the yucky people. The people you could give a crap about, because they give a crap about you. Popular snobby bitches that you could do without. My high school is a real hell hole alright.... I'm not even into it yet, and already, I wish I could get out of it...
*sigh*... Well, time to get in that three hours of sleep now if I want to wake up bright and early for SF in the morning... =D ...I sense a lot of car dozing... *zZzZzZzZz...
04:08 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[pitas tribute | Wednesday, August 14, 2002]
Man, why does everyone have a LiveJournal? I feel out of the loop! Heh heh... maybe I should sell out too and get a lj, since it's the *cool* thing, isn't it.... nah.... I love my snuggly little Pitas much better... and besides, the day will come when I will have my own domain to waste space on, and not have to rely on a petty little server such as this.... *sigh*... I can only dream.
I ate a lot of food this evening. I am just now starting to feel the aggravating side effects of stomach pain... I think it was those donut holes that did it... oh well... guess it's hard to keep me away from those breakfast goods. =D
08:17 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[the things i would like to do most... | Wednesday, August 14, 2002]
It is my interesting observation that Mathieu Kassovitz (Nino Quincampoix in Amelie) looks somewhat similar to JC Chasez of N*SYNC... and the fact that banana slugs sometimes look like banana pudding... just thought I'd like to share. :)
I'm really excited about this weekend's Stop, Drop and Rock shows. I'm especially looking forward to seeing Slow Gherkin, the Phenomenauts, and all other bands of that type of goodness. The Good Girl also comes out this Friday... Jake.... hee hee... someone also needs to hit me up cause I really want to go to Ozzfest, but have no one to go with... =/ I really want to see Glassjaw again (BADLY).... and even Andrew W.K.!! Haha.... for the second time in a day people, PARTY HARD!! Moo haha....
11:40 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[pook-ah. | Wednesday, August 14, 2002]
My throat is dry. I love water. It is the best liquid substance on this planet.... well, maybe next to juice. Nothing beats a good glass of juice. I don't care what kind. Just juice. Any juice except for cripple juice... hee hee.... it's an inside joke... I'm not really making fun of the disabled. I'm not that inhumane. Sheesh.
I also have a blister on the bottom of my foot. It makes my foot tingle with slight pain everytime I walk. Because of this, I can not wear my flip-flops. At least my bug bites don't itch anymore. I guess I'm not in pain all that much...
I also have a new obsession. His name is Jake Gyllenhaal. What can I say? He sort of grew on me. It was fun... yesterday night I stayed up talking to Laura online, sending pictures of him... which evolved into sending pictures of Usher... which evolved into sending pictures of Andrew W.K...... heh heh. Please, don't ask.
[i am the *goldfish* killer... | Tuesday, August 13, 2002]
Yesterday our goldfish died. It was just sort of half floating, half sinking, and it just looked so pale and... dead. I wonder how it died. It was funny how my mom discovered it though. She asked Jenny about it, and Jenny's response was, "I didn't do it!" Heh heh... she said the same thing when one of the turtles died too... It's funny cause when our pets die, she always seems to think that it's her fault... oh well... rest in peace you little pooping piece of goldfish you.
[things that erupt and itch us all | Monday, August 12, 2002]
Today seems like a good day. I just wish I didn't have itchy bug bites to keep me from enjoying today's events. I tell you, my arms are burning from the bitten madness.... damn you all mosquitoes!! They are the scum of this planet. Especially the one on my face, under my eye. Those are the worst.... it looks like a pimple but it's not. It's bad. At least pimples don't itch. Or at least mine don't. Heh.
I think I am getting the feeling that I have divulged too much... no one needs to know of my facial woes... although I have a decent complexion, mind you. And now I don't know why I'm writing this at all. I was here to complain about my bug bites, and now I am discussing zits. *sigh* I hope your day is filled with madly red erupting volcanoes as well...
02:36 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[Weekend recap. | Monday, August 12, 2002]
Okay... well, you may be wondering what I am doing up so early in the morning.... heh... it's not a matter of me being up so early, but more so a fact of me staying up so late and not going to sleep yet. I'm pretty impressed with myself... I just might be able to hold out for another two hours too and watch the sunrise before drifting away in the land of Nod...
Anyway, the weekend was fun. The Weezer concert was great. They played a good set, even though it seemed sort of short at only about an hour and a half long. They played mostly blue album stuff, but my only bummers were that they didn't play "The Sweater Song" or "My Name is Jonas". They did, however, play more Pinkerton stuff, including "El Scorcho" and "The Good Life", which almost made me piss my pants since "The Good Life" is my most favorite Pinkerton song. And "Say It Ain't So" was beautiful. Nothing beat it - it was the highlight of my evening.
I talked to my neighbors about the concert, and after conferring with them, I do agree that it is pretty funny how Weezer is decidedly playing more Pinkerton songs, as of late. I mean, you read the interviews and Rivers is always saying how he doesn't like Pinkerton, and how he dislikes playing those songs live. Now that they've sort of made a comeback with the green album and Maladroit, it seems like more fans are digging up their older stuff, including Pinkerton. Because Pinkerton is also appealing to the new mass of fans, it seems liable that they would play some Pinkerton songs at shows, even if Rivers doesn't like to or whatnot. I don't know if this is right or wrong - I mean, it's great for all fans old and new, but I don't know if Rivers has changed his attitude or if this is just his way of selling out. I don't know. I just think it is pretty funny how there is this Pinkerton surge all of a sudden. Just thought I'd share some music marketing enlightenment... heh.
Dashboard Confessional was okay, too. They are overrated, but at least they gave a good performance. Besides, Chris Carraba was much better in old Further Seems Forever anyway. Sparta was wonderful. I missed a couple of songs of theirs because we arrived a little late, but I was totally mesmorized by them. I think that they are just beautiful. It really sucked that we had lawn seats though, cause I couldn't really feel their vibe from that far away. It's cool though - they're the type of band I would much rather see in an intimate club-type surrounding. They have wonderful energy... I'm even more excited to see the Mars Volta now. At the Drive-in and their projects just bring about good feelings in general. :)
For the second time this summer, I also went to the zoo. Nothing was too fascinating, but at least the animals were more entertaining to watch this time. It was good fun watching the lionesses trying to seduce the male lion... when all he wanted to do was finish gnawing on his meat... hee hee... I also had a spaz attack when I found the llamas and the alpacas. I took a lot of pictures.... I know. I'm obsessed. What can I say? Llamas to me, are holier than Jesus.
[summer bliss and summer blues... (but more of the bliss) | Saturday, August 10, 2002]
This weekend isn't turning out to be so bad after all. I remembered that today I am going to see Weezer, Dashboard Confessional, and Sparta at the Concord Pavilion. And I'm also going with a lot of cool people, so I'm pretty excited now. My room is 70% done, and it is still hot like a mofo. In Concord, it's supposed to reach a high of 96 degrees.... I will have to bring like, 235235 bottles of water. I dehydrate so easily.
Life is pretty good, after all. I sat outside with my neighbor (Sam, not the other one >.<) and we stayed out past 2 AM just talking and looking at the stars. We haven't done that for practically a year, and it felt pretty nice. I felt like I got to know her once again... it was cool... besides the fact that we were watching the *other* neighbors across the street, who were supposedly "tokin' it up".... heh.
I can't wait for the meteor shower this weekend. It should be quite exquisite. Shooting stars in the midsummer night sky are always the bestest. =D And Jenny got a cell phone... I get to harrass her now..... 867-5309 what?.... hee hee....
[i would like to slaughter the system that created heat... | Friday, August 9, 2002]
I am sort of pissed right now. God knows how hot it is, and I am stuck at home for the whole evening. And it is a Friday night. Woe is me... I am missing this amazing dredg show tonight, and the only way I making myself feel better is by thinking that it will probably be 10x hotter inside the venue..... but hey... it would do me some good to sweat off a couple of pounds anyway.... =/
On top of that, my friends are going to play laser tag, and I am forbidden to exit the house. Ahhhhhh...... and this is the hottest day of the year, and we have no A/C. (If I've said that a previous day was the hottest day of the year, then ignore that statement, because today, for sure, is the hottest day...) Oh fuck it all.... two of my friends just informed me that they were going to watch movies instead. It's still cool... cause I'm still stuck in the house... I want some company, dammit...
*sigh* Well, I guess I better get to that room cleaning if I want my life back... hot weather and cleaning/organizing shit do not go hand in hand... this is definitely my prison... at least I have my cozy CD's to keep me company.... (=
Wow... this seriously feels like the beginning of summer again, even though it's almost over... school (DeAnza) just ended for me, and it is hot like a mofo over here... so hot that our TV is spazzing out... we think that it may have overheating problems. >.< But yeah, now it really feels like summer since I have no class to worry about... I pray to God that I did okay with both of my finals.... although I think I get more leeway with film because the teacher is uslly impressed with my odd forms of logic. Every English teacher I've ever had has always been impressed by my work... and that makes me feel good. I'm not trying to brag, but it's good to know that someone else out there appreciates your form of expression. I love English type classes... debate classes... places where you are allowed to talk and speak your mind. That's one of my hobbies. Being outspoken. =)
I cleaned my room for like, 7 hours today. And my parents just had to make me do it on the hottest day of the summer... Bleh... it's looking pretty good though... I should be done with it in two more days. It's sort of scary thinking how much I've accomplished this summer already... two classes, cleaning my room, lots of babysitting, and on top of all that, finishing a 600 page book in one month.... (Yes, when that book is The Grapes of Wrath, it will take you forever to finish... seriously...) It's odd, cause last summer I just sat on my lazy bum doing nothing at all. I still need a jobby job though.... now that would be hectic. Maggie in a work environment = mass pandemonium.... heh...
[let's see how long these eyes stay wide open... | Wednesday, August 7, 2002]
Well.... you can tell the little procrastinator in me is out and about today. I should be studying for my chemistry final tomorrow.... and I mean, I really should, cause this grade is crucial... it is worth approximately 20% of my final grade.... and I really can't fuck up now. So I didn't do anything social today so I could have time to study, and what did I end up doing? Talking on the phone about old memories and catching up with my sister on her life and work. So, as of now.... I have not studied a single bit. I have 11 chapters to cover, which spans more than 300 pages in the textbook... oh man, I am so screwed. But you know what? Fuck all. I guess I don't care that much, huh? If I really was that concerned, I'd be a bookworm, buried in chemistry absorbance since 6 or 7 PM. Maybe I will just study some tomorrow morning, and hopefully that will do it. Hopefully.
[...ghosts from the past... | Tuesday, August 6, 2002]
What happens if a person you've been fascinated with for years (okay, well maybe one), suddenly decides to make his mark on your life again? ...like a stranger popping up out of nowhere just to say hello... and then going back into his burrow again... What if this happened? Wouldn't it be strange? Let's say that I could be getting a new neighbor... this, my friends, should be interesting...
I hate that I have to worry/fear about the possibility of new neighbors coming in this week. I have two finals to take, one which I know I will do poorly on. I got an 81% on my chem midterm and a 95% on my film critique. Go figure. Anyway, the week has barely started, and already, there seems like too much is going on. Today Jessie comes back, tomorrow is Valerie's birthday, Thursday is the last day of summer classes, Friday is the dredg show in Palo Alto, and Saturday is Weezer in Concord. Pretty crazy, eh? On top of that, we got the Lord of the Rings DVD in our mail yesterday. Beat that, mothafuckas!! We got it a day before it came out.... =D ...and the video stores are still closed I bet... so we have it before all of you do!!!! Mwa ha ha!! (Mailorder is fun.)
I was just kidding folks, I don't care too much for getting stuff early/on exact release dates. My neighbors do. (The snotty ones... er... only 1/2 of them are snotty... whatever...) I ousted them this time... yes.... score!
[Sweet dreams are made of these... | Monday, August 5, 2002]
This morning was very weird for me, because I had a very freaky dream. Now this is strange in itself, since I normally don't remember 99% of my dreams anyway. It was very simple; just a tad bit scary. You know, the kind that makes you wake up with a startled start, wondering if you have a killer breathing down your back. It went like this: I was walking to Jenny's house, but her house was this weird haunted castle, all dark and gloomy-like. To get to her door, I had to cross this really long bridge. The bridge itself was over a bottomless pit, and I would fall to my doom if I happened to trip or lose my grip on the railing. When I got to her door, there was this big fatty knocker, in the shape of some odd gargoyle, but I couldn't bring myself to knock it, since I was already intensely freaked out. So, in a mad panic, I rush down the steps, making really loud and obnoxious footsteps in my fright. At this sound, Jenny's mom opens the door and starts chasing after me! And suddenly, the scene changes, and we're in a metropolitan area. I run into this tall building, and instead of going up, I go down to the 7th floor, but somehow, I know that she's still close behind, like on the 5th or 6th floor. So I go down to the 800th floor, and shoot down like a missile. Then I come back up, still sweating in the pursuit of the chase, on the empty sidewalks, and then.... I wake up.
Strange, huh? I don't know why Jenny's mom would be chasing me, but she was, and she was out to get me. It was all just very odd. Well, I'm off to school now, on a happy and disturbing note... have a good day folks. Sweet dreams.
08:20 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[...i reek of bliss... | Sunday, August 4, 2002]
Although it doesn't feel like a good time for writing, I'm doing it anyway, because it's nice to let it all out, so I can reminisce some thirty minutes later. On Friday, I saw Signs, which was actually a lot better than I expected. I think that all of its hype doesn't reflect the actual plot of the movie... based on all the media promotion, I thought it was going to suck, and that it was a lame movie about aliens trying to take over the world. In a sense, that is what it's about, but it focuses more on the human society aspect of things. What I like about it is that it has that whole H.G. Wells War of the Worlds type twist, which basically revolves around the "How would you spend your last few waking moments on Earth if you knew the world was going to end?" theory. That, and there are way too many Ray Bradbury themes going on. All this stuff about faith and human bonding led me to believe that I was taking a trip back into The Illustrated Man times again... but all in all, it turned out to be a lot better than I had anticipated. However, I do have to admit that the opening credits are the worst you will ever see...
On Saturday, I went to the planet-arium in Oakland, which was oodles of fun, just cause, I normally don't go to planetariums and observatories and such on a daily basis. I like museums... I think I prefer science museums, even though I'm more arty-farty, but when it comes down to the personality type-cast in me, I'm more likely to be an artist than a scientist. (My extremely bad grades in chemistry prove this.) Anyway, after the planet-arium madness, I went walking on the Golden Gate Bridge, which is just exquisite. In all my years of San Francisco obsession, I have only driven over the Golden Gate bridge, but never actually walked on it. It is amazing... especially when the wind factor is high and the weather outside is about 60 degrees.... it was beautiful... you know how people claim to like long walks on the beach? I like long walks on the Golden Gate Bridge... for real. If a guy wants to take me out walking on the bridge as a date, then I'm his.... hmmm... well, we'll see. (=
I am in this constant habitual loss of things to say. On many occasions, I have come to this journal, but with a blank face and a blank mind. Maybe there isn't anything thrilling going on in my life that I can really talk about. Yesterday was pretty boring, and so was the day before that. Wait, I take that back. On Wednesday, Laura came over, which was lots of fun. We *listened* to the live Glassjaw CBGB's webcast, which was neat, as we indulged in our girlish fantasies of being at the show. Life at this moment is sort of at its standstill; everything moves by so slowly.
My dad suggested that I should go to LA for about a week this August. He said that it'd be good for me to get out there again, but I don't know if I really want to or not. The sad thing is this.... shhhh... I want to go, but I don't think I could stand leaving my computer behind. My heart aches if I go more than 3 days without Internet access... it's quite sad, really. But LA is so much fun, and the vibe down there is the greatest... it's just too bad that I don't have any money to spend.... heh... =/
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