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
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
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
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 || 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
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
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
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
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