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:
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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.)
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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
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
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
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 || 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
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
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
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
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