i like to write in code sometimes so people won't know what i'm talking about. but then later i think, whats the point? if i don't want people to know what i'm talking about, why blog at all? i don't know.

silly mongoose.

(i like to use mongoose, instead of just goose. i get this image of a mongoose with big buck teeth in my head. and its just funnier than a goose. not to say that geese aren't funny....but well...they're not.)

i have nothing to blog.

other than:
that i want to be in a band.
and that other people don't update their blogs as much as they should (yes, i'm talking about YOU!), leaving me with nothing to read!
and that there are two major events going on on friday, one of them being a free concert with queens of the stone age (how the heck did we manage to get them? AS must've shoved alot of money in their faces...), the other being a performance by the Tritones. Both of which i really really wanted to go to, but alas, cannot because of stupid rehearsal.
other than that,
I really have nothing to blog about

I went to yet another concert tonight. It was pretty cool. I now have a new found appreciation for the stand up bass. I've always thought it was ok. You know, some low notes here and there, but not as cool as the violin, and definitely not as cool as the cello. But it is actually quite a beautiful instrument, and the guy that was playing it was incredible. I've never seen anyone play the bass like that. It looked like he was dancing with the bass, and this is gonna sound wierd...but, it was as if he was making the bass sing. Doesn't that sound cheesy? Yea, i guess it does. Performing is a wierd thing, its almost like acting really. And i am no actor. My teacher wants me to smile with my eyes while i play (whatever that means), so that at least i look like i'm enjoying the piece. But how can i when the piece is so boring?? So boring....

Anyways...

I've realized that i've gotta start practicing hardcore in order to become a rockstar like gwen. She's years ahead of me. Better start dying my hair now too, so that it'll have some time to look naturally blonde by the time I become a rock star. Oh wait...gwen doesn't play the guitar...or does she? Thats ok, she's good at the singing thing, i'll be good at the guitar thing...(eventually)...and then we'll get together and collaborate....i'll be the next moby and eve. That'll make me mobeve. or, eeby, what have you.

So i watched no doubt last night....gwen stefani is sooooo hot. She has the total package. she always has so much energy, and always looks soooo good. she makes me want to be a rocker chic: guitar in my hands, platinum hair, cool outfits, people singing along to my songs.....the whole shabang. I LOVE GWEN. one of these days, i'm gonna be a rock star just like her. and then i'll invite her to cover my songs. until then, i'll just have to cover hers.

so this weekend over dim sum, i was trying to tell my parents about getting to see kevin spacey...
me: so i saw kevin spacey on monday.
mom: who's kevin spacey?
shuan and i: yknow, the guy from american beauty? usual suspects? you know?
mom: no.....
me: you know, he has this movie out called life of david gale, have you read about it?
mom: no.....
dad: which one is he?
me: what do you mean which one? he's the one that played the dad
shuan: you know, the movie that came out about the death penalty?
shuan and i begin to try to explain the movie.
mom: no...haven't heard about it
dad: which one of the three is he?
my mom and i look at each other
mom: what do you mean three, there's only 1 guy
me: wha??
and here comes my cuz to the rescue
yang: uh...i think he's thinking of american IDOL.
dad: yea, there's three judges, which one is he?
shuan and i: noooooooo, not american idol, american BEAUTY!
dad: oh. no, don't know him.

it went something like that.

In other news, i have 4 weeks left. :-(

sometimes i can't believe my stupidity...

oy

It's nice helping out people. Especially when certain people are cute. Then the situation is made even nicer. For both parties.
The End.

Chee-po-ta-blay?

Ok, it didn't work. Why didn't it work dammit?

I think sometimes i can be really obnoxious. let me know if (or when) i am, i'll try to stop it.

One of these days, i'm going to do something really crazy. And then people will say, i can't believe you did that, you're crazy! What's a list of crazy things i can do?

This blog business is really a great idea. The people that came up with it should pat themselves on the back. Blogging is so distracting in so many ways. As is reading the blogs. I wish i had a guest book on my blogger so that i know who's all reading my blogs. I think i can count the number of people on one hand. Maybe 2. So if you're not on my hand, who are you?

And also, i think my blogs have been lacking lately. They used to be good. So, in order to satiate your thirst for my blogs, i'm going to redirect you to my archives. I think my earlier blogs were better. Just like my spelling. I used to be such a great speller. Now i can't distinguish left from right. How sad. (And yes, i know those two don't have anything to do with each other, i'm just trying to make a point here.)

Just go.

testing testing...i'm trying something new.

So on the way home today, we saw three pileups involving three cars each. Thats 9 cars, all smashed up, within like 2 blocks of each other. Crazy.

Why can't articles be written like a good book? Why do they always have to be filled with this crazy language of words like complexities of blah blah and distinct multi cultural blah blah blah ism enabling blah blah fundamentals and blah blah blah. Why? Don't they want us to understand what they're trying to argue? Why can't they write it in a way that is interesting? I mean, it can be more complex than something like: and the dood was like "whoa" and the chic went "yea huh" and he's all "whatever" and she's all "whatever." (although that would be kinda funny to read) But really....why can't people write in a way thats understandable? Just yknow, turn it down a notch.

Anyways, so i went and saw Kevin Spacey today in person, and it was just about the coolest thing ever. The movie was good, it didn't disappoint me, and Kevin (yes, we go by first names now) was so cool! He's so laid back and casual and smart and funny. And he actually looks like how he does in the movies. So, he's real. It was over all the coolest thing i've done in a long time. I think i've said that already. But, i haven't done many cool things lately. Jamie mentioned that i got to interview tiffany. But that was nowhere near as cool as this was, especially since i didn't even know who she was at the time. Hm...i think i'll blog about cool things i've done:
1. Going to the screening today and seeing kevin spacey.
2. Climbing Half Dome. All the way to the top and back down.
3. uhhh.......
yea....i can't think of anything else. You don't even know how long it took me to think up #2. There's gotta be more but i can't think of any...
ok
3. Actually finding the street where people streetrace and then parking and getting out only to run back to the car 5 min. later cause the cops were coming. hehe....that was cool.
4. hm....yes...back to the thinking thing again.......
oh right! i got one, but i can't actually list it cause not everyone knows about it. but several people do, and since no one reads my blogs except you, you might even be one of those people that know about it, so no use in saying it again right? but yea, that was pretty cool. hehe.
and yes, its a real thing, i'm not just making it up. i'm serious about my lists, alright?
and uh....since i can't think of anymore, i guess i will have to come back to this list. how sad...i can only think of 4 cool things i've done. there's gotta be more....

i love making lists. i like making a list of things i have to do and then checking it off. i also have one started for 100 things to do before i die that sara got me started on. and then theres my top 5's, list of movies i have to see, list of movies i liked, list of things i would get if i had the money, list of cd's i've still yet to get, list of things to do when i have leisure time, list of books to read, oh yea, and also a shitlist.
yea...lists are cool.

It's funny how my body knows that its Monday. Saturday and Sunday morning, I slept in, surprised at how late it was when i woke up, and practically had to drag myself out of bed. But this morning i woke up naturally, and early too. (well, early for a sleep in day anyway). I laid in bed and read my book for a while (my leisure book mind you, not my school reading, which, is so much more difficult to concentrate on than my leisure books...), and then got up to make some french toast with Sarah McLachlan (who, is really dangerous to listen to btw, which is why people should be careful when listening to her) and continued to read some more. However, now that i'm done with breakfast, i'm reminded of ALL the things i still have yet to do, the real reading i haven't read, the work i haven't worked on, the music i haven't practiced, and other headache stuff i cringe at when i think about them, which is leaving my body in panic mode. Maybe thats why i naturally woke up early this morning. It's as if my body knows. Well, of course my body would know, cause its my body. We share the same brain. Or sometimes, lack of it. sigh...
So now, i should stop blogging and get on with all the things i have to do.

Oh bullocks.

I think i'm a lot like charlie brown. without getting into details, i'll just say that i'm like him in so many ways.

Blog blog blog. What to write about. My minds a blank.

So, in observance of single awareness day, i have decided to do absolutely nothing. Thats right. Well, other than work. Buggah.

Sometimes in life, you just meet people that are completely interesting to you, and you don't know why. The person's usually mysterious in some way, and the less you know about them, the more you want to know about them. Although, i'm sure, once you do actually get to know them, the mystery is gone, and they might not be so interesting anymore. Or, they can still be totally interesting. I don't know. It's probably best not to build someone up in your head, I've learned. Or you just end up setting yourself up for disappointment. So, they'll forever remain a mystery...but maybe its better that way? Maybe everyone just needs to have someone mysterious in their lives whom they'll never really get to know. Yknow, just to keep things exciting. You think?

Over and out.

i had so many things i was going to blog about...but after reading the non existent conversation i had with ephraim, in which for a couple minutes i really started to believe i had this conversation with him and just couldn't remember (damn you e!), i've forgotten all that i was going to blog....sigh....

it'll come to me though, don't you worry!

La Jolla is a very interesting place to live. There's so many people here from other countries. At least more than OC, or so it seems. Whenever i hear someone speak in french or italian (usually someone at the supermarket), i try to get closer so i can hear them. Today it was an old Italian couple at albertsons. I was in the soup and dry goods isle, when i heard the lady saying, "cinque, cinque." Thats when i made my move to get closer to them. I threw them off by pretending like i was interested in the contents of a can of old fashioned chicken noodle. off they went, in italian, and even though i could only pick out a few words here and there, i was interested in this couple enough to follow them to the next isle...hehe.
but then i didn't want to be too obvious so i stopped following them....until! i was checking out. i was about to get in line right behind them, except these two guys got there before me. but! then they got redirected to another checker, so SCORE! i was behind the old italian couple once again. the lady was in line while her husband went to get something else, and when he came back, he told her excitedly, "...ottantanove!" i think it was a can of beans. they were $1.89. hehe. so funny. and then, when the checker asked her if she had found everything ok today, she replied, everything is so much cheaper here! hehe. i'm laughing now as i replay the moment in my head. it was just too cute.

in other news:
I got an email today sent only to media majors about a free movie preview only for "serious film students." (whatever that means) So i go pick up the pass, already excited that theres a free movie. But, not only do i get to go see a free showing of The Life of David Gale, starring Kevin Spacey, Kevin Spacey is acutally going to be there!!! Its times like these when i love being a media major.
And i also saw someone today that i haven't seen in a while, who actually said hi, which really made my day. People just don't say hi enough anymore. I think i'll start doing it more.

Walking in the rain is serious business.

One might not think theres much to it, but, there really has to be some awareness going on when there are puddles around. Otherwise, you make a wrong move, and bam! you're stuck in a place where your next step is a huge puddle. And then your shoes get wet, your socks get wet, yaddy yadda...and after that its all over. You're stranded for the whole day wearing wet socks and shoes. And maybe wet pants cuffs too.

In other news: damn paper never decided to write itself. I mean, its done, but it was like pulling teeth! Like the comic book guy would say, I believe this could be the "worst paper ever."

monty has molted. i missed him eating himself, although kristin has video documentation. he is quite the crayfish. one of these days, i'll just leisurely glance in the tank, and he'll be lounging on his rock with a fat pipe in his claws, and other scantily clad female crayfish around, out of nowhere. haha. wouldn't that be great. i'm convinced that kinda stuff goes on when we're not around.
yessssss....

Are they kidding me?!?!

Ok, so while procrastinating some more, i came upon this list of things NOT to do on Valentine's day. I couldn't believe some of the things on this list.

#2: Don't be cheap. Valentine's Day should be the day that you celebrate your love for another person. "It's the thought that counts" is fine for Christmas, but it's the gift that counts for Valentine's Day. Some people try to say that they don't believe in commercialized holidays... and those people are usually cheap.

Now, is it just me or does that sound ridiculous to anyone else? If its the gift that counts, and not the thought, then how are you showing your loved ones your appreciation? By how much money you spend on them? Damn capitalist society! I've always believed its the thought that counts. As long as you try your best, shouldn't that count for something? Just like in IM sports. If i'm trying my best, does it matter how much i suck? Oy...but thats another blog altogether. And, according to this list, i must be cheap, cause i sure don't believe in commercialized holidays! Except for halloween...that ones ok in my book.

#9: Don't buy practical gifts. This is always a temptation for us married types. But blenders and vacuum cleaners (even with that pretty red bow) just won't cut it.
Who wrote this?!?! Practical gifts are the greatest! Anyone who knows me would know that I love practical gifts, and I'd love to get a blender or vacuum anyday! But then again, i guess this list is catering to the general public who looks down upon practical gifts, and not me, the cheap and practical Vday hater.

sigh...10:17pm. Paper still has not decided to write itself, instead, paper has made me its bitch, looking up tidbits of info in books, readers, and putting commas here and there. The great Bruce Lee once said, "The possession of anything begins with the mind." If i think about paper enough, will paper finally decide to write itself?

But first, i should probably stop blogging.

7:24 pm.
Paper has not written itself yet.

damn.

I just received 2 emails from 2 different flower companies telling me how i can be the first to buy roses for my honey.
as if my honey would want roses.

in other news, i have a paper that does not want to write itself. hours have gone by, and i'm still stuck on the first paragraph. and it doesn't help that kristin bought new fish for me to stare at. her crayfish monty, doesn't seem so happy about his new roommates. i have been watching their negotiations in dividing up the territory. although i didn't hear exactly what went on, monty didn't look too happy about the way the negotiations were going, and retreated back to his rock. i think mike and ike were offended by his abrupt decision to end negotiations, and so began taunting monty by invading his territory. mike even went as far as to touch monty. it might have been a challenge to fight, who knows.

this is what a conversation between the two sides might have been like:
mike and ike: what are you, chicken?!?!?
monty: no, crustacean! you stupid fish.

it also doesn't help when guitars magically jump into your hands. those sneaky bastards. its as if they know you have a paper to write.

so this blog will now come to a full circle with me emphasizing once again,
damn.

sigh.....i hate changes. they suck. i don't deal well with changes. they suck. changes are no good. all in all, they suck.

aaaaaaaaarg.....

whats all this with valentine's day crap??? gifts to get for him and her? flowers? chocolates?? jewelry? whats IS all that about? who says you have to get each other gifts? seriously. who thought of that. now you might be thinking, sh is just a bitter single person. but no. if i were a guy, i'd be pissed off. geez, i'm bombarded with vday stuff everywhere. HELP ME!!!!!!!!!

Note to self: No coffee before playing for Janos!!! In fact...no more coffee. At least, no more than 3 a week. Yes.

Right now i have lots of reading to do but i don't want to do any of it.
It's 5th week, and i can't remember what i did with my 3rd or 4th week.
I believe this is what they call......SENIORITIS.

The dreaded Vday is coming upon us. Everyone will be gone, off doing their couple stuff. Who knows what i'll be doing. Lots of vegging and movies probably. Mmm.....moovies and vegging....what a good combo....and some good take out food. And a 3 day weekend. Woohoo! It might not be so bad after all.

SHAZAM!
I spent part of my morning today trying to convince my dad, who was informed by my mom, who was informed by my sister, that Austin Powers and Dr. Evil are indeed played by the same person. That took a while. And then it took some more time to convince him that Fat Bastard and Goldmember are also played by Mike Myers.
Dad: why don't they tell people these things?
Me: because its common knowledge dad.
Dad: did you know? or did someone tell you too?
Me: no dad, everybody knows. they all look like mike myers!
Dad: but (looking at dr. evil) his head is bald.

I think after watching the movie a bit longer, he started to believe it. Me thinks he was quite amused!
And as my sister keeps mentioning... I love GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD

Other weekend news:
I almost bought a pair of turtles in chinatown on saturday. I was this <-> close! But then i was informed of all the diseases that they carry with them, therefore, i wouldn't be able to pick them up and play with them. I would've only been able to watch them through glass. Thats no fun. So, i didn't get the turtles.
Turtle turtle.

My sister also got me Le Petite Prince book in French. That'll help me brush up on my french. I hope i can understand it. I've never read it in english. Speaking of books....i think my library books are due...yikes.

On Fox today, there were 2 back to back episodes of the Simpsons, both of which highlighted Marge. People have said I'm like Marge. I think cause i laugh like her, i can't remember. But today, marge had a six pack, well defined musles, and huge knockers, all within the hour! Crazy.

It's wierd when you talk to someone you haven't talked to in a long time. Sometimes, you're sitting there thinking, everythings changed. And other times, you're sitting there thinking, nothing's changed. I'm not sure which one i like better. I guess it depends on the circumstances. In any case, i know i've changed. But i guess everyone does. Or, sometimes not.

Blah blah blah.
Sometimes you should really just tell me to shut up. Capite?