Friday, September 14, 2007
Listening || The Last Samurai soundtrack by Hans Zimmer
Random || IT'S FRIDAY!! It's time to do a crazy dance!
Reading || Stanford summer reading -__-
It feels really weird to be sitting around on summer vacation during September. It looks cloudy and rainy outside but I'm actually milling away the last few days of my summer.
The weirdest thing happened last night. I pulled something in my neck after swimming yesterday, so I was lying around moaning and groaning and unable to move. Then I fell asleep around 7 and woke up around 9 when my mom dragged me up for a late dinner. After dinner I was sleepy again, so I went back to bed, but for the longest time I couldn't fall asleep. So I finished the book I was reading. Then I picked up the next in the series. And finished it. And picked up the next in the series. And finished that too. And after all that I still couldn't fall asleep, but eventually I drifted off while I rambled to myself in French to practice my conversational skills. THEN I dreamt about camping with Obi-wan Kenobi and then with Angelina Jolie, who accidentally crashed our train car into a sulfurous lake. Then as my brother and I were climbing out of the bright orange lake, we needed a ride back to the campsite, and who should show up but Ethan. Yes, Ethan. OF ALL THE RANDOM PEOPLE. And he said sure he could give us a lift because he was with his news reporter buddies in their news reporter van.
I honestly don't know what misfires in this sad little brain of mine. Earlier this summer I had a dream that Chen got married. Yeah. Oddness.
I'll go convince Anya to post.
Sam | {} | filed under: random recollections
Friday, August 24, 2007
Being || emo
Drinking || Tropicana orange juice
Listening || Je Deviens Moi (Olympia 06 live) - Grégory Lemarchal
As I've been telling Kameko, I am very much in love with a dead boy. Well, I'm head over heels in love with his voice. Folks, meet Grégory Lemarchal, the winner of France's Star Academy 4, who overcame cystic fibrosis to become a national favorite singer. He died of CF complications in April. Unfortunately I didn't discover him until AFTER he died, and AFTER I got back from France. So then. Now what. But I'm serious--his voice is to DIE for. Have some YouTube links: Corps Perdu, Je Suis En Vie, De Temps En Temps (postmortem single), Même Si (bilingual duet with British singer Lucie Silvas), Je Deviens Moi (live in concert).
Now that I've expressed my girlish crush, I can move on to more serious things. Mostly the fact that I'm EMO that all you Berkeley kids have moved out and so have the East Coast sophisticates. I've spent all my lonely time at home talking to underclassmen about high school (which starts again on Monday), accidentally promising to make jello for unfortunate acquaintances of mine that don't move out yet, and contemplating the disaster zone commonly referred to as my room. (And listening to Grégory Lemarchal, but that's a given.) I've also been much harassed by my parents, so I've been sporadically rearranging piles of junk on my bedroom floor in the hopes that they'll think I've been cleaning.
Anya's been WORKING this summer (imagine that!) but she hasn't hung out with me much. I miss that thing sprouting from my hip all the time. Also, every time I bring her something from wherever I've been, she forgets it. And I am mortally offended each time. It's a wonder I haven't keeled over and died from all these offences. Y'HEAR THAT ANYA? TAKE YOUR BREAD STICK, FOR THE LOVE OF CRAP!!!
Nothing else to say. Hope you've had a good summer. Or MAYBE YOURS IS OVER ALREADY whereas I still have a month. That's right. Chew on that.
Sam | {} | filed under: random recollections
Friday, June 22, 2007
Eating || chocolate truffles pilfered from my aunt's fridge
Listening || miscellaneous soundtrack music
Reading || Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (annual reread of the HP series, this time in preparation for Deathly Hallows)
Hey look what I found:
[---------begin snippet---------]
Sunday, May 28, 2007
Yay for the launch of Kethadros.net!
Okay, so it happened a while back and I'm behind on the times. Sue me. There's some interesting stuff up there, but seriously, the party's all here.
So today was not only an amazing day of no school, but also an amazing day for French project-ing! Our group met up at Wildwood Park to film our tragic love story. It stars Anya as "Sylvie," a beautiful young woman who visits the acorn farm of her aunt and falls in love with "Guillaume," a young man who works for the farm but cannot meet his acorn quota of 2400. Unfortunately, their love is foiled by Sylvie's engagement to "Etienne" (played by Chen, who, by the way, doesn't speak French XD), a snobby rich guy. But the "Prince de Review" and the "Barron de Kaplan" help out Sylvie and Guillaume, but what will happen if Etienne discovers the plot? Watch La Ferme des Glands du Chêne to find out. (We might put on subtitles and shove it on Youtube. Maybe.)
[---------end snippet---------]
Hahaha so apparently I started an entry before school ended but then that very French project came and kicked me in the butt and I never finished it. The movie is NOT on YouTube, mostly because I am too lazy to put in subtitles, and also because the project is so insanely massive that it floods all the space on my hard drive. And the whole thing slowed down my computer like no other.
Kethadros did indeed launch waaaayyy back on May 10th, 2007. Applause all around. It's been going on a pretty steady update schedule, considering how sporadic and hiatus-prone Smos is. Not that it's really a schedule by any means. It just never quite dies perse.
I'm currently in Canada on vacation. Anya's holding down the fort at home, watering the plants and taking in the trash bins. I think Henry might've asked her to break in to get his yearbook. Anya's working at some sort of programming job this summer, which is more than I can say for myself. I've been thinking of applying for a job at Gaia Online with Joey, but I don't know the site well enough to apply yet. I'm thinking I might just get a job at Border's or something. If I can, I want to try finding a small business or something and code their website for them. I guess I should learn Javascript and stuff. I can't really think of anywhere else that I'd be willing to work. Maybe I'm just too picky.
I really hope I can get my writing on track this summer. It would be really cool to get that writer's agent thing up and running. The problem is mostly finding a printer who would be willing to print unknown online writers. But it'd be SO MUCH FUN. Is that weird of me?
In case anyone was wondering, Chen is now in a relationship! Summer fling? Who knows. I guess he'll have to stop woman-eating for now then, eh? (I'm hoping to goad him into posting =p)
I'm about to go shopping *gasp* with my sister. I need to get some stuff before Hawaii, plus I owe Joey a postcard.
Sam | {} | filed under: musings recollections relationships
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Being || Procrastinatory
Writing || Soundings 2007 entries
Random || Anyone want me to sew their prom/grad dress?
Once again, I've resurrected the Fallen Finch page, now located at Smos's new domain, Kethadros.net! Applause all around! The site is back to SHTML again, and all the tags work again. I hope.
Lately I've been working on some writings for Soundings, the school literary magazine. Chloe and I are thinking of collaborating on a few--meaning I write a short story or poem about the pictures she's submitting. She has one particularly AWESOME seagull picture that just screams POEM, but I haven't come up with anything interesting yet.
Let's compile the list of things I've written...
Shorts
- Venture
- Fiction Boy (incomplete)
- A Guide to Personalities for the Science Lab Oriented (incomplete)
- The Lone Wolf Complex
- Gathering Shorts (all incomplete)
- Tristan (poem & short)
Long Stories
- The Jade League (Mira)
- Erica-Derek, year 2 arc
- The Gathering
Not much interesting stuff going on. I'll get back to this...
Oh, and Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone =)
Sam | {} | filed under: notes
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Listening || elvis presley - hunk of burning love
Feeling || somewhat spaztic (note: Sam did not edit SPELLING on this entry)
Being || incredibly delirious
so it is the end of january. almost. in an hour or so, it will be february! ahh the month of valentine's day and romance and other mushy sentiments. how did february become the month of romance anyways? or is that something that chen just made up?
anyways, with the beginning of february comes the fact that spring formal will only be 1 MONTH AWAY which means you should be thinking about who you're gonna take/who you're gonna have take you. you know why? um chen isn't sure why, but something along the lines of...OMG CHEN IS TELLING ME TO DO IT! HIS WISH IS MY COMMAND! *kneels down in praise*
yeah like that.
wow i'm a spaz right now...what else is new?
at any rate, chen has decided that he has an insane life and must try to limit the amount of drama/emotional stress/girls in general lol that enter in a significant fashion. which might be kind of difficult. considering all the dances coming up.
meanwhile, chen is engaged in lip sync as well as debating whether or not he should try out for saratoga idol again this year.
and why does he speak in the third person? how strange.
au revoir.
Chen | {} | filed under: musings random relationships
Sunday, January 7, 2007
Drinking || much honey + hot water
Being || slackertype
Lyrics || "Times are strange. We got a free upgrade for, SNAKES ON A PLANE"
Much love towards Sam for finally bringing her subdomain back up to speed!! I love her face to death. Except apparantly she is now a beast intern, so I might have to break up with her. I just can't accept her for who she is anymore. It's tough, yes, but... *sniffle* I'll get through these coming dark and depressing days. When I found out, it was as if LIGHTNING had struck down from the heavens! O! An arrow through my still-beating heart! *pain* When she told me, my thoughts of love toward Sam shattered into a hundred-million-bajillion-trillion-ten pieces and the rain pattered on my leaking roof. WHY OH WHY IS IT NEVER MY DAY?!? WHEN WILL I FIND THE ONE FOR MEEEEE?! I refuse to marry a beast. Each day of pure pwnage our children and our grandchildren would suffer is a cause for pain. *Slits wrists with conveniently-placed razor blade*
*cough* *choke* *HACKKKKK* - *dies* *floats off to the pearly gates of heaven*
ACCESS DENIED. *flushed down a toilet to hell* *oh hello Sam, what are you doing here?*
Now there shall be less pwnage in the world.
This will most definately be the post with the least amount of large, profound-sounding words because Sam, Anya, and Chen = SMART BEYOND COMPREHENSION whereas me = 1337 BEYOND COMPREHENSION. Booyah.
This is the part where I attempt some high-level mathematical geometric proofs.
2+2 = FISH!!! (given)
...
Nevermind I give up.
I ate some parmesan goldfish today. I can't spell that and I had to go to the kitchen to get the bag to look up the proper spelling of "par-me-san" so now I am staring at a half-empty bag of goldfish crackers and mmmmm now I'm eating them. *munch*
CONVERSATION WITH A BEAST!!!!!
Beast: plz dont let dota ruin your life
Me: too late *ruined*
DotA = Defense of the Ancients, a Warcraft III: The Frozen Throne mod. It's like when you get a hero (beastly person) and you run around pwning other people and destroying bases. It's ridiculously addictive, and I've only been playing against the computer so I can figure out the heroes. Oh and apps due next Monday, and finals next week. I should study. /cry
I am also sad because I want to go on a after-finals ski/snowboard trip but it doesn't look like it's going to happen because nobody is willing to commit. SIGHHHHH
*ACHOOOOOOO* Sorry about that. I'm allergic to n00bs.
I massacred the fingers off my gloves and tried to sew some pimp skulls onto them today. They look funny and the cloth unraveled so now I am left with deformed skulls that eat through the thread that keeps them to the gloves.
I want to go shopping at Union Square after finals. With Anya and James-sama fo sho. At H&M because that store is for hip, young people who wear the coolest clothes ever - like us. HEH HEH HEHHHHHHHHHH
Can we please GAME IT UP?! *pokes coords Sam and Chen*
Joey | {} | filed under: random relationships
Saturday, January 6, 2007
Hello hello from 2007. What a year this shall be, what with turning points left front and center.
Fallen finch is back up and running, which involved some recoding and whole lot of copy-pasting. Someone remind me to write some sort of program that can undo this html to shtml nonsense. Or at least go from html to shtml. Something to that effect.
While the site was down, I wrote a few entries nevertheless and kept them in a nice little notepad document, so the following entries (dates followed by **) are part of "Fallen Finch || the missing weeks" which I ended up just posting like regular posts. Somewhat nightmarish, but less so than undoing all the shtml. (Note: the links should all work, but the tagging system was shot to hell when tengun did not agree with shtml.)
And now I'll go back to homework.
Sam | {} | filed under: notes
Tuesday, December 26, 2006**
Wahaha, Les Jumelles triumph with their Ultimate Guide to Feast Provide. What better Christmas present is there? Too bad I SUCK at getting presents in general. Nothing for Chen yet *Q_Qing to the max*
Beast lingo is taking over my brain. I say qq a lot now.
Sam | {} | filed under: recollections
Friday, December 22, 2006**
I just realized I've never heard my brother angry before. Strange how music is what's been keeping me going for the past few days. Right now it's a mix of Panic! At the Disco and Mae and who knows what else, just to try and drown out the sounds of argument filtering from the bathroom.
Maybe I should just put some pants on and take a walk.
What is the socially correct thing to do at this point?
Too bad Chen isn't picking up the phone...
Oh, and I really need to pee.
Sam | {} | filed under: musings
Thursday, December 21, 2006**
There's something vaguely satisfying about listening to the Forrest Gump Suite while staring out the window on a rainy day.
Kudos to Henry.
Sam | {} | filed under: musings
Sunday, December 17, 2006**
AUGH! FOILED!
Anya: wait a min...did you get my email about stanford?..
Clearly Gmail decided to FAIL us at the MOST IMPORTANT TIME OF OUR LIVES.
But Les Jumelles FTW.
Sam | {} | filed under: recollections
Friday, December 15, 2006**
Into Stanford. Oh baby.
And Anya's mom won't let her check her email while there are guests at her house. See me? I'm laughing.
Other news... Chen's in SF, so no news from him. Henry got rejected, which means major MAJOR sadness. Joey called and told a bunch of people I got in, and apparently one of our friends was singing SEXYBACK in the shower. Don't ask. I have no idea what was going on. The brown of ASB is in, along with his jumeau, so perhaps Anya and I will get lucky. On ne sait jamais avec les jumeaux.
This afternoon is pretty much OMG FACEBOOK STALK and super gossip time. And now, I must go to dress rehearsal.
Sam | {} | filed under: recollections
Monday, December 11, 2006**
Wow. Anya's brain undoubtedly short-circuits sometimes.
Anya: ok bye
Anya: dont eat ne creampuffs
Anya: i might be one.
Sam | {} | filed under: quotes random
Monday, Decemeber 4, 2006**
AHAHAH OMG SONNET AHAHAHAH
Sam | {} | filed under: random
Wednesday, November 15, 2006**
Apparently Chen's life is exploding.
Sam | {} | filed under: relationships
Sunday, November 12, 2006**
Looks like the site decided to die. Again. I should really get my own domain. I can't think of a good name though. Hm...
I spent all weekend working on a new story. Of course, it has no plot whatsoever, but I'm sure I'll get around that major flaw sometime in the near future. In the meantime, my brain is really confused trying to juggle school, the Gathering, being sick, and Mira's story.
I pretty much ended up doing no homework. Way to spend my break. Excellent usage of time.
Sam | {} | filed under: recollections
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Being || entertained
Drinking || PMT
Writing || "Venture," a retrospective (an exercise in description and tone)
I find it strangely amusing that the football hot-shots come to Tapioca Express before a game while, at the same time, I'm sitting all by myself at a four person table being the epitome of nerdiness with my laptop set up, gov textbook and binder inhabiting one chair, poetry commentaries splayed across the table, and physics book on the side for good measure.
Yes, I definitely find it strangely amusing. Plus there's the fact I've been here for over an hour, but all I've accomplished is this entry and nearly a page of "Venture" (once known as "HC elections").
Why is it that I find them funny as they sit there sipping their strawberry snow bubbles with big black pearls? And one of them bent over, trying to find the best way to suck pearls up his bright pink straw? I think every time I think of today, I'm going to laugh.
Sam | {} | filed under: random recollections
wednesday, october 25, 2006
(status courtesy of Sam)
Being || Sam as of junior year
Random || "In fair Verona, where we lay our scene..."
on the imposèd rei(g)n of lady capulet, an entity having not been seen for many a moon:
I CAN'T GO TO THE MIDORI CONCERT?!?!?!?!
what?! because of the stanford app?!?!?
but..but..but but--- there's a frick-in mountain there!!!!!!!
CURSES UPON YOUR ANCESTORS
CURSES!!!!
Anya | {} | filed under: vent
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
(status courtesy of Sam)
Being || Insecure about public image
Feeling || Out-app-essay-ed
Listening || the lovely tunes he plays upon the "pianer"
so i've gotten a bunch of comments lately about my pink shorts in my fb picture
so i might as well explain the situation
now they're not my pink shorts. they're my friends. actually i think they're his ex-gf's, but that's besides the point. anyways. they're not mine. i do, however, own a pair of bright red sparkly short shorts.
so basically, i was at cys camp two years ago, and our cabin was doing this skit making fun of somebody. long story short, she had basically grabbed this guy at a dance we had earlier that week and like started freaking him (well more like molesting him). so for our skit, somebody had to be the girl right? nobody else wanted to do it, so i was like... wth, why not? then i wore the bright pink short shorts cause it was the only clothing we had that looked like something a girl might wear.
yeah. so i danced with him. it was odd, to say the least
and no i'm not gay
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oh. and just so everybody knows, i don't cross dress on a regular basis. just sometimes
but that's a story for another day
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Chen | {} | filed under: random recollections
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Feeling || thoughtful
Being || somewhat counterproductive
Particularly quoteworthy quote about death that I came across today:
"But we'll all keep on going and it will be alright, it just hurts for now."
-Caroline Curtis (9th Elsewhere)
Gets me thinking...
Sam | {} | filed under: quotes
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Feeling || hungry
Listening || Catching My Breath - This Providence (again)
Writing || a short about being tired (writing this while writing my college essays)
Random || CONGRATS to Henry for honorable mention in CSPS!
There are days when I look at my desk and wonder what ever happened to that thing called "organization." I suppose that almost-weekly thing I do might be called "cleaning up" in some other language, but really I prefer to call it "rearranging piles of nonsense."
I suppose when the need is great enough, I can pull it all together. Like my college app binder. And the Gathering binder. Not that the Gathering requires great need. That organization spree surfaced out of boredom and frustration from lack of organization.
Speaking of the Gathering, I haven't written anything new for ages and ages. I think I've completely lost the groove. Shucks.
Nothing else new for now. I'm going to see Cloud Gate Dance Theater of Taiwan! Heh, last time I saw them, it was at their studio near Taipei. Sometimes I really wish I'd gone to a dance academy like that. Just hearing my teacher talk about Tai-chi every morning makes me regret not taking dance seriously earlier in my life. (By the way, my arches are fine again. Nothing a 3 hour dance rehearsal can't fix...)
I wish I had time to just sit down and write the Gathering without having anything else to do. Next summer maybe, if I'm not in France? On ne sait jamais...
Sam | {} | filed under: musings recollections
Friday, October 20, 2006
Writing || poem #1 & #3
Feeling || frustrated
Why the hell do I work so hard in Poetry, if things are only going to be messed up in the end anyway? It isn't even my fault this time, and I don't really blame Henry for missing the leadership meeting since he's just about as overloaded as I am. So what am I supposed to do? Who can I yell at?
Feels rather Grapes of Wrath-ish to be sitting here wondering who I can shoot to make things better. I wonder if the Joads ever contemplated suicide. Just a thought.
And no, I'm not thinking about physical suicide. More like academic suicide. Or just go on strike. That sounds pretty good. Too bad it's still first semester and we haven't even reached the 12 week grading period. Friggin--
It just seems so incredibly unfair that even though it wasn't my fault that Henry missed leadership, I get docked a bajillion points, plus Henry's probably beating himself over the head with a mass of 9.3 kg times the acceleration due to gravity (g = 9.80 meters per second per second) and will most likely lose all those excellent brain cells. Why is it that the mistake of one person gets translated to the idiocy of our entire class, and therefore every last one of us gets blamed and punished for it?
I'm tired and I really just don't want to have to deal with this right now. Looks like I'll either skip the rally or take up semi-permanent residence in the poetry room and library.
Damnit. You have to give me credit for having a much calmer rant than I intended. I rather skillfully crafted out the swearing.
Sam | {} | filed under: musings vent
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Feeling || accomplished
Listening || Catching My Breath - This Providence
Random || Arches collapsed one (1) week ago today.
Everyone applaud! I learned SHTML in about 10 minutes, and spent 45 minutes recoding the entire FallenFinch site. All the links work now!
A thanks to Anya for those... enlightening entries. Anyone that sees her on a regular basis, please applaud her brilliance and request that she write entries with capitalization.
Now that I gave in and installed FTP on my computer, I can upload entries more often now. And they're way easier to file with shtml. Heh. *feeling very accomplished*
Lots of homework to do... Maybe a short story later if I finish it...
Sam | {} | filed under: random
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Feeling || fried. deep-fried. like muffins.
Random || "hot pocket?" "midnight snack, ya know?"
sparknotes
i.e.
anya's day in clips and phrases
(thinking sick like ginger ale):
feast with the beasts
more adventures with mr. bill drennan
henry sleeps
critical analysis of chen in one efficient sentence
stats by diffusion
mol!
twang makes everything better in the end
travis
henry sleeps more
the return of stats by immersion
total brain fry
twang makes everything better in the end
quality time with queen mrs. fong
it's hot..................................................................im going inside.
new hobby (eating)
new hobby (sun)
fbook stalking
being emo
5 hours later: .....hw. maybe.
Anya | {} | filed under: recollections
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Being || strange
nothing interesting affected my existential state today. on a related note, some people remember that breakfast is going down at an ungodly hour tomorrow morning. most doctors would recommend for one's health the doing of my mathematics hw at right about before that time. sadly i have hemati syndrome, also i found out the other day that hemati dropped ap phys. and i QQd--
i cried a couple of rivers, and then the fish in the rivers got sauteed.
but for those of you who live in la, stop kidding yoself, it's not fog ok.
so im outta here but i promise, sam, to write up something actively interesting later.
seniorita, i feel for you....
Anya | {} | filed under: recollections
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Eating || dried Michigan cherries
Feeling || in a writer-y mood
Random ||
}} Sarah: "Life is stressful."
}} Me: "No, poetry is stressful. But poetry is my life, so by the transitive property of equality... Life is stressful."
}} Sarah: "Exactly."
I think I might just fall asleep very soon. Still have lots of homework to finish, but I'm in one of those writer-y moods where I just have to write something like a short story to get it out of my system. I remember way back when, I wrote a blog entry about writing a lot in one day. It seems like nothing to what I do nowadays.
Nope. Still not out of my system. Resorting to reading gov. Who can spell "majorly boring"?
Sam | {} | filed under: random
Friday, October 6, 2006
Reading || sample college application essays
Writing || A Guide to Personalities for the Science Lab-Oriented
Random || "Type 6: Temperamental Bunsen Burners"
Only a friend like Anya would understand what I meant when my status message was "Da di di do..." and only she would change it to "Camus." Man, how'd I get so lucky? Our friendship is so complicated, so convoluted that sometimes I wonder how I remember every little detail of our many-faceted relationship. Is it normal to have a friend with whom you're in so deep that no one else can quite match that level of understanding? Is it a bad thing that most people don't understand us? And why can't I have more friends like that? Do I consider myself too busy to cultivate relationships?
On another note, I started writing a short essay-ish kind of thing. Hopefully it'll be good enough to submit to Soundings. So far it makes me hilariously amused, with not a lot of reason. It's a fun exercise in metaphors though. If only I could use it for a college application essay. According to AP Lang, it would be a risky but potentially high payoff essay. The interesting thing about it is that it shows my nerdy/scientific side, while also reflecting my creative/writer side. Oh well. It'd be too long anyway.
I'm becoming really paranoid about all these "to be" verbs in my writing. Thank goodness narratives don't need them as much.
Sam | {} | filed under: musings relationships quotes
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Listening || Undeveloped Story - Anberlin
Feeling || overwhelmed
Random || I'm someone's poetry band-aid.
I'm seriously aching in places. I need to read some Plato now, but my GOSH my joints feel like creaking hinges on an old lady's door. My mouth is thick with the remnants of a cookie, and apple-juice-y water isn't about to help.
I realized I'm lacking in a romantic interest at this point. No one is particularly prominent, and my life seems to be on overdrive right now. Is a love interest the last thing I need or would it be a welcome relief?
"Comment draguez-vous?" Most ridiculous french discussion question EVER asked.
I really have no idea why I'm writing tonight. This morning. Whatever. Damnit I ache.
Sam | {} | filed under: musings random recollections relationships quotes
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Eating || skilly 'n' duff
Drinking || grog
Feeling || SCALLYWAGISH
OMG INTERNATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY IS ABOUT TO END. I'M GOING TO MAKE FULL USE OF IT. YARR.
15 MEN ON A DEAD MAN'S CHEST! YO HO HO AND A BOTTLE OF RUM! You know, I did a drunk Capt. Sparrow version of that once. It was entertaining. I MEAN-- YARR MATEY. TWAS a shipful of fun to act like a scallywag!
OMG I'm still depressed I missed an ENTIRE DAY of talking like a pirate. Why don't people tell me these things. I've crashed Sam's blog in honor of the occasion. YE HAVE BEEN BOARDED! Okay that sounds wrong so I'll go now...
Chen DREAD PIRATE CRYSANTHEMUM IN THE TIGER'S MAW | {} | filed under: random
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Feeling || overloaded
Drinking || moonlight
Lyric || "Like you in the rain as you're twisting your hair 'round your finger..." (Teddy Geiger - For You I Will)
I was in a surprisingly good mood yesterday, considering the levels of insanity rampant through my inner vicinities. I did get the blasted braces off at last and got a goody bag with all that stuff I wasn't supposed to eat (but ate anyway -- who knew I wasn't supposed to eat tootsie rolls?) and probably won't eat. (Note to self: write about eating habits later.) My teeth have felt all slimy and I have plaster on my favorite sweatshirt.
Spent the whole weekend under the weather and under the poetry. I had a meningitis vaccination on Friday, which gave me a fever on Saturday morning (during dance class... great timing). I slept through most of the day, then exploded all over my homework (figuratively). Poetry hit on Sunday, so I pretty much didn't get anything done all weekend. Woke up early on Monday morning and succesfully bombed the day (primarily the french video quiz).
Stopping by the play rehearsal made me realize I haven't been around a group with really nasty dynamics in a while. There hasn't really been drama in my life for ages. I suppose that's a good thing, since last year polo season just pissed me off most of the time. I think I've finally reached the point where I cultivate the relationships that don't generate insane amounts of drama. (Noteworthy: I disproved another one of Ethan's clever quotes. Anberlin all the way.)
ASB group dynamics are the best. Our trademark caucasian kid has become the favorite of the group while I sit around making tape cubes. I'm getting sadly good at it. Anyway, Micah is strangely smile inspiring, even when I'm having the worst of days. Everything sucks and I just think of Micah eating everything at the ASB meeting.
Well enough about yesterday. Yesterday was strangely good. Today was pretty much as bad as promised from the moment I woke up at 6 AM and accidentally hit the off button instead of snooze. Insanely exhausted and mad at myself, I stormed out of the house without eating breakfast and ended up leaving my lunch on the counter. No big deal, I just self-proclaimed today as "let's not eat" day. Almost worked but Anya shoved some Pop-Tart down my throat. She also advocated eating (HYPOCRITE!) during lunch so I ended up spending the last $3 in my wallet (how did that happen?!) on overpiced pizza. Also forgot to print my lang essay. The lang essay that I'm so proud of that I refuse to butcher it until it is no longer a narrative. I swear it's supposed to be a character description. Also managed to finish my french homework during lunch today, during which I accidentally volunteered myself to be a homecoming subtheme/channel head. Miiight have to tell the class officers I can't...
Nearly dropped dead today before poetry, but I pulled it together quite magnificently, if I do say so myself. I've just had the realization that I have two major tests tomorrow, so maybe I should go study. The parentals are beginning to think I've overcommitted myself, and I'm thinking they might be right, since I'm getting really bored with tutoring. Though I do like being paid. Shucks. Everything comes at a price, I suppose.
I'm thinking at this point, it would be a good idea to either sleep and hope for the best on both tests, or actually make an effort to study and do Poem #2 commentaries.
Maybe I shouldn't fail Gov. Uhhhh I'll go study now, then...
Sam | {} | filed under: notes random recollections relationships
Thursday, September 7, 2006 (early morning)
Listening || Mae - Summertime
Feeling || pensive
Random || "I want to be the pepper in your salad."
Today has been one of those days that for some inexplicable reason, I'm unhappy. The day itself was all right; classes were fine; people were fine. Yet somehow I'm capable of being up at 1:29 AM writing in a blog that contains 2 half-written entries.
I guess part of it was talking to Chen for the first time in a while. Despite ASB and class meetings and everything, I feel like I'm drifting from him. It's surprising how much I mind that I don't get to see him for at least 4 hours a week (as in choir last year). I feel like I've dropped out of his life, though he hasn't quite dropped out of mine. But that's not what I meant to write this entry about anyway.
Somehow the drama of the rest of the world belittles all the things I worry about and think about. I think I have three levels of thinking. First is the surface, day-to-day, casual thinking. Second is the deeper, philosophical thinking I do in AP Lang. Third is the "Big Picture" thinking I do every once in a while that suddenly makes everything else seem petty.
Death is one of the things that belittles everything. My mind was slightly more rational when I wrote it, but I vaguely remember writing a passage about how a single death -- screw that I'm looking it up; I don't care how late it is.
Hmm... It's a little different than how I remember it, but at the same time it still works. I don't quite understand how a life can be so important yet so trivial at the same time.
"Everything felt a little more mundane as he gazed up at the sky; it made one person's death seem trivial in something as vast as the night."
I don't really know what I'm saying anymore. I guess I'm just feeling helpless. Nothing I do seems to matter, and I can't quite muster up enough compassion to make myself fix it. I feel trivial. I can't think of any other sentence that describes what I'm feeling inside right now. I feel a great deal of confusion and turmoil and chaos, yet at the same time I'm calm. I'm at peace. It doesn't worry me that I can gather the excitement for a descriptive essay due in a week, while there's an unjustified war and wasteful loss of death raging beyond my front door.
Why am I so calm about this? I feel like I should be roused with anger and indignation, but half my brain is also thinking, "Focus on what you already have to do." Then another part of my brain is thinking, "What difference would you make anyway?" while whatever's left is thinking, "It's not worth it."
To boost my spirits back up:
Life wouldn't be so precious if there was no death.
Sam | {} | filed under: musings
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Listening || Lifehouse - Spin =)
Feeling || VERY VERY HAPPY
Random || When the world keeps spinning around, my world's upside down and I wouldn't change a thing. I've got nothing else to lose; I lost it all when I found you, and I wouldn't change a thing. No, you and I wouldn't change a thing
OMG. LIFEHOUSE CONCERT WAS THE BEST THING EVER. AGAIN. Excuse me while I go calm myself down a bit.
Okay, I just read Chloe's review on the concert and THAT DID NOT HELP. Listening to Lifehouse doesn't help either. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH CAN YOU TELL SAMANTHA IS REALLY EXCITED?!?! Okay. I can do this. I can detail this. Must. Not. Forget.
So to start off the Lifehouse portion of the day, I went to Chloe's house a little before 2, even though we weren't supposed to get there until 3:20 (hehehe... just didn't feel like sitting around at home...) Then as everyone else arrived, they were promptly scared out of their wits by the little caucasian kid watching TV. I decline from proffering an explanation. It's more interesting this way.
Then we had a debate on whether or not to wear something under our spiffin tshirts, since they were a little see-through, but we weren't sure if we'd be cold or not. All our tshirts had a cool LIFEHOUSE logo on the back and a song name on the front. Like mine was "Spin" with a washing machine. And Chloe was "Take Me Away" with a UFO. Anyway, we piled into [Indran]'s tank when [Grace] arrived. Then we met Jane. Jane is a talking GPS system who told us when to turn so we wouldn't get lost.
After minimal getting-lost-ness (hampered by a short detour in which we nearly parked with a bunch of cops and also nearly drove straight off the curb while a fair worker was undoubtedly laughing at us), we went into the fair (no thanks to an anal security lady who wouldn't let us bring food in) and promptly, though accidentally, found Lifehouse's tour bus. Since we couldn't figure out where the hell to go, we walked up to the one entrance we saw (from which there issued the unmistakeable dulcet tones of one Jason Wade, rather sexy). Of course, the security guy there told us that we couldn't see them, but we just asked where the entrance was. He was a nice guy and said around the building, and after our rather pointed queries, informed us that "maaayyybeee..." that bus was theirs. A shoutout to the cool security guy: Thanks!
We waited in line for a decent amount of time. Luckily we filled the hours (shush, yes it did take hours) with rearranging benches, debating what songs would be played based on what we could hear of the sound check, and sporadic trips away from the line. We took turns in threes, so Chloe, [Indran], and I waited while the others went to ride "The Zipper" (which involved a flying cellphone). Then the three of us headed out to find something to eat, and find a bathroom. Poor [Indran] had her mouth burned off by fish taco kind of thing that the cashier said wouldn't be "too hot." Meanwhile I ate a rather unsatisfying fishaco that could not compare to good old Rubio's in SoCal. And Chloe found the bathroom.
Our tickets came with these cool souvenir lanyard things that said "VIP Gold Circle" with a picture of the Lifehouse boys (minus Ben, since he's not actually part of the band). Also in the department of souvenirs, Chloe and I both bought massive tshirts (since it was the only good design and they only had XL). Their merchandise is somewhat disappointing. They need someone to do their designs. *cough* I mean, Jack's Mannequin has awesome designs, Mae has some pretty cool designs, but LIFEHOUSE, my heroic band, has rather... dare I say it? CRAPPY designs. Oh well...
We finally got into the Expo Hall (which was MASSIVE) and claimed third row seats (actually we were split between second and third row)
[TO BE COMPLETED LATER]
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Listening || Vienna Teng - Boy at the Piano
Eating || a plate of fruit
Random || I'm eating the cherries, my dog gets the apples.
Today has been quite interesting so far. I went to sleep around 1AM after much debating over colors of penguins and letters with Chloe. Actually, I take that back. I signed off the computer at 12:15ish after said debate, then read Pride and Prejudice for a good amount of time before finally turning off the lights and convincing my brain that it was ready to sleep.
Then I woke up at around 6AM and brushed my teeth (notable, I know), then went out the door. Indeed, I was amazed to find SO MANY PEOPLE up and about at 6 in the morning! Crazy drivers on the streets were speeding along, mercifully with their headlights on so I had plenty of time to scream and swerve out of the way. There were strangely cheerful people at Safeway, too. I'm used to being around surly people at 6AM, but either these people had consumed a large amount of caffiene or they had far more sleep than I. I must say, Starbucks people were very awake, too, but that can be attributed to breathing coffee fumes for 87% of their waking hours.
Miraculously, after ALL these adventures, I was still the first to arrive at Joey's house for... DUN DUN DUNNN: THE PENGUIN TAKEOVER. Since when am I EVER the first to arrive??? Does. Not. Happen. Oh and Chloe was last. Again, does. not. happen. And [Indran] was second. Does. Not. Happen.
But enough of that. Indran and I started taping bamboo skewers to our penguins and when Chloe showed up we taped skewers together. It was a great bonding experience. They liked the hot cocoa I brought, too. *feels loved*
Can I please mention that there was a MAJOR miscommunication? [Indran] did penguins in letters. Chloe did penguins and colorful letters. I did penguins and boring letters. But my penguins were awesome. I am pouting. Noooo particular reason.
[TO BE COMPLETED LATER]
Friday, August 4, 2006 (early morning)
Listening || lostprophets - last train home
Feeling || excited
Random || Finches are so cute. Too bad this one is dead...
OMG I'm so in love with this layout. Too bad no one will see it.
Sam | {} | filed under: random