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?

Geez, everyone and their mother knows Bernie...whats up with that?

Regrets

I know one mustn't live life full of regrets, which is why i try not to have any, but there is one in particular that has come up as of late. That is, why can't i be good on my violin. Why do i (for lack of a better word) SUCK as a musician? I always hate telling people how long i've been playing the violin when they ask. (which translates to: don't ask me how long i've played) I think its just other musicians' way of sizing you up. Cause thats what i do. But for me in particular, you can't really judge how good i am based on how many years i've been playing. It would not be an accurate measurement.

I met this guy mike on the shuttle today. He had his violin with him, which is how i started my conversation with him. From what he was telling me, he must be a great violinist. And then i got to thinking, why am i not better than i am? And the only answer i can come up with is, I'm not passionate about it. I like playing it, but there is no passion there. But does that make a difference? Does that matter? It must. I think, if i was passionate about my violin, i would practice more, i would care more, or maybe even care less about how good i am, or should be. Non lo so.

My prof. says i have to play the piece with more feeling. "It's suppose to be happy and lively!" says he. But how can i when i find the piece utterly boring. Fake my enthusiasm? I guess i will have to. But i've never been really good at faking things.

Realization #538: I don't take criticism very well. Some people do, some people don't. Sometimes i wonder how i can possibly be a vis arts major, because you're being critized all the time, constructively or otherwise. I would love to be someone else watching me when i'm being criticized by someone. I would laugh at me. I think (and i can only speculate having not actually seen myself in action) that i make this face (which i don't mean to, but my face just contorts on its own) that spells D-E-F-E-A-T. Whether i'm really hurt by the comment or not, i can always feel myself making this face uncontrollably. Anyways, i can get into this but i won't, cause you're bored. You must be, cause i am.

Ok kids, what did we learn today?

Give sh a whole day, and she'll get nothing done. Give sh 3 hours, and she'll get everything done.

Cappish?

In other news, my film is now up at www.stripedhat.com. Go there, watch it, be merry. I think I shall be updating my webpage soon, so look out for that.

And now its time for.....
Realization #259: There are people who actually read my banters, at least more than i realize.
If that is really the case, then i should use this ability to reach the masses only for good, and evil sometimes.

I wonder what it takes to get your blog up on the Blogs of Note list. Maybe just by writing about it, I will get on. And then it'd be cool to actually read this blog...
Maybe all those people have interesting things to say. Maybe i should make my blogs more interesting. But then again, this IS called Daily Banterings, and i should just adhere to my own title by bantering.

I'm starting a list called "Phrases I've heard people use which i'm going to steal because i like them so much."

1. Middle brow cretin. Ex. You fuckers, you're just a bunch of middle brow cretins. As used by JP in every class in a variety of ways.
2. Obligatory woo. Ex. Now the audience is just giving me obligatory woo's because they pity me. As used by Jimmy Kimmel after a failed joke attempt?
I think i will put this on my website, so go there for more phrases. How do you get there you say? Just click on HOME! It's right there, to your left. A little higher up. Yup. There.

As the weeks quickly pass by, I'm reminded of how quickly this quarter, my last quarter, is coming to an end. It's quite sad to know that i won't be around next quarter with all my friends. What will muirwoods do without me? Who will make drinks for the people (that is, other than cady, jen, cynthia, kate, rachel, and adry)? I know i have to move on, but whenever i have fun with my friends, i sometimes can't help but think about how much i'll miss them when i'm gone.
I'll miss the nightly parties in THE single room with Cady.
How will Kristin and I have our weekly hot saturday night dates?
Who will i go to for an answer to everything if Missy's not around?
I won't get to pretend like we're going to do school work when Stacia's around.
I won't get to be amazed by Sehan's ability to speak italian better than me even though we had the same class....damn him.
I won't be able to try to absorb Jen's intelligence by standing close to her (she still doesn't know i do this, shh.....)
I won't be able to have jam sessions with Chris.
I won't be able to hear Rudi's philosophical answers to life.
I won't be able to play a game of grass with Ephraim.
I won't be able to be amazed by Christine's ability to play violin so much better than i ever will and balancing that with her ability to make me laugh with her funny sarcasm, which I'm still working on...
I won't be able to hang out with angel, who's been gone for so long.
And of the 11 roommates i've had, Dina will always be my first.
And ken, who seems to know just about everything, and who will probably be my boss someday, where's he gonna find another partner as cool as me?
What will memory guy do if he can't quiz me on his daily orders?

Sigh.
I will miss them all. And so many others who i've come in contact with who I'll probably never see them again. Its so sad.
Sometimes i wonder if i should stay the extra quarter, and stay with my friends and what is familiar.
Like Mr. Elliot says,
"Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse."

It would be so easy to change my mind. But then i'm reminded that life must go on.

It's wierd when you run into your professors on campus when theres no one else around. Somehow eye contact is made, and everything becomes really awkward. This has happened to me twice, today being one of them.

The first time this happened was early morning, before an 8am class. I was coming from one direction and my professor the other. I quickly realized we were about to converge on the same path towards class, and thus, slowed down my pace. But that didn't work, cause soon i was walking behind him and he probably sensed me there. So we said hellos and ended up walking together to class. Boy that was awkward professor moment #1. First of all, i knew things about his private life that he didn't even know i knew. And because of this knowledge, i didn't particularly look up to this professor even though he seemed like a nice guy. (This knowledge also kept me from paying attention in the class because i just couldn't respect him knowing the things that i knew, therefore i didn't do that well in the class where others may have excelled. Now, you maybe be saying that maybe SH just slacked off or didn't work that hard in the class. That may be the case, but i still think the first reason had something to do with my inattentiveness.)

Anyway.

So today i had awkward professor moment #2, but this time i actually really like this professor. He's this awesome musician who is just so incredibly into what he's teaching and is one of those professors who really wants you to learn what he's trying to teach you. So, again, we were about to converge on the same path, made eye contact, and then said our hellos.

"Are you in my class?" he asks. Yes. He recognizes me!

So, i tend to blurt out stupid irrelevant things when i'm nervous around people, and seeing how i was in this wierd situation, I stupidly blurted out,
"Yea, so i tried going to your office hours yesterday but i couldn't find the room."
Now, after replaying the situation over in my head, i've come to realize that that was a piece of information he really didn't need to know. He had mentioned about 25 people went to his office hours last week. Apparently, they're smart enough to find it. (But i swear, i circled the building so many times and couldn't find it.) So then he's like, "well, where are you going? I can show you right now." And since we were going in the same direction anyways, i followed him to his office. He actually asked for my name, which I wouldn't be surprised if he asks for again, but I thought it was cool he did. And then, you know, walking to his office is more awkward time with him, so i again stupidly blurted out this book I read that I wanted to tell him about because it slightly related to what we are learning in class. Man, can we say nerd? So we get to his office and he's like, ok thanks for the book recommendation. And as i'm leaving, i was thinking what a stupid thing that just was cause i really doubt he remembers the author's name or the title. Not that he's incapable of remembering, just that i didn't make it sound interesting enough for him to care (cause the book is about aliens and the future, and even as i was describing the book to him, i realized i sounded so childish, talking about aliens and whatnot, but it's suuuch a good book!)
So goes the end of awkward professor moment #2. But i can happily say that #2 went better than #1 because I genuinely love this guy and his excitement and energy he has in class.

Maybe i can think of more intelligent things to say to him in the future.

Over and out.

j'ai eu un idee interressant: si je parle comme ceci, il n'y a pas un personne qui comprends! Mais, pas parce que j'ecrive en une langue different, mais parce que ma grammaire est trop horrible que ne personne peut comprends!

anche, ho fame, devo andare a letto....ora!

It's cool that Superbowl is in SD this year, but man....i feel so confined. I'm afraid to go anywhere this weekend in fear of huge crowds and traffic wherever i go. What if i have a sushi deli craving this weekend? I won't be able to just casually drive downtown. (mmmm..sushi deli....dammit!) I've been seeing lots of limos around lately, and i always wonder who's in it. The two teams come to san diego but stay in la jolla, where both hotels are only minutes away from our apt. And it's kinda exciting to know that somewhere in town, gwen stefani, sting, and the "greatest zinger in zee wurld" is lurking about. This weekend should be interesting.

Ok, theres been talk that i don't post enough anymore (or at all rather), so here i am, once again.

You know that scene in A Christmas Story where Ralphie's teacher assigns the class a theme? And then Ralphie goes into this fantasy where his teacher is grading all their themes and is just mortified with everyone's boring themes and is just about to give up when, whats this? she gets to Ralphie's theme, and she's reading about his Red Ryder bebe gun, and its the greatest thing she's ever read, and she stands up and announces to the whole class what a great theme little Ralphie has written, and writes "A+++++++++" on the board, while everyone in the class is cheering Ralphie on.

Sometimes i think i'm a little like Ralphie. I let my imagination get too carried away, to the point where i start believing that my fantasies would actually come true, that I would write the greatest theme in the world, and that my classmates would actually carry me on their shoulders and parade me about the classroom.

It's funny cause it's true.

And man.....i love when they play that movie for 24 hours straight on TNT or whatever channel it is the week before xmas.

I'm not boring, I just look like it.

So today was my last day with the third graders. They were all so cool, they all wrote me a card saying what they learned, etc. So one of my students, Brienna, wrote: "...when I first saw you I thought you were going to be boring but no you weren't."
No joke.
It's good to know that I only look like I'm boring. Boy, i can't wait to have kids of my own. Then i can bore them to death with my looks.
And yes, that was my crack at sarcasm. I'm still working on it...

And on an even more depressing note: Chipwiches are no longer sold at my local Savons store. I vant...I vant....I vant tu cry......

I saw Lord of the Rings last night. I think it was the first time that i've actually gone to catch the early early 12am showing of anything. not even star wars. but really, who cares about star wars anymore....they've ruined it with the prequels.
It was quite a stressful movie. I think a year has been taken off my life because that movie stressed me out so much. it was good, don't get me wrong. but...war is not a very settling idea. especially when theres 10,000 against a couple hundred. and the whole movie itself is just very dark and grim.

Today was the first day in a really long time that I slept in past 10am. It felt great. I'm looking forward to more of these days to come.

I saw the perfect ad today.

It said: DJ Turn table for sale.

It was all pretty new equipment, he was going to sell the stuff for $150! I couldn't believe it. But then i had to think rationally. I have neither the space, nor the money right now to spend on such extravagence. Would be nice though. I also had the idea of going parasailing lined up since summer, so that should probably happen before this dj business.

I can't wait til I have my own place. The things i can do! It'd be like my own studio. In one corner would be my music corner. I'd have my violin and guitar there, and a keyboard. Next to that will be a big table with my 2 computers: a Mac and my PC. Mac for my media stuff, PC for everything else. I'd have 2 monitors, a tv, vcr....and Final Cut Pro. Then I'd be able to do some serious editing with all that stuff. Somewhere between my music corner and my computer will be my large boombox. I'd have surround sound, speakers all around the room. Then, on the other side of my computer, will be a shelf for all my tapes, vhs, mini, dv, and whatnot. I'd have a special place for my special camera. In the third corner, I'd have my art supplies: a large easel, canvases, clay, etc. And the last corner would be my turntable.
And a pinball machine. My initials will be on the Highest Score.
Right by the window, i'd have one of those nooks. Those things with the little seat by the window. Then I can sit by the window (facing the ocean and sunrise of course) and read while listening to my music on my surround sound speakers. Ah...........that would be nice. If i had the money to get and do all that. But space...space is very useful. Lately I've been finding that i have no space. I can't wait til i can lay everything out and just leave it out. I can put my guitar on my guitar stand and not have to put it back in the bag. I'd have a place for a big keyboard.
Oh, and i can't forget about the bed. I'd get a queen size bed. Ok...that might be too much...maybe just full. Right now the twin just ain't cutting it for me...my feet keeps hitting the boards.
And a closet where i can actually see my clothes. That would be great.

Wishful thinking sucks. I can't wait til I can do all this. I'd invite you all over.

I think i'm going to start a dvd collection. I have started already actually, and i love my small yet wonderful collection. It's got some good ones. My goal will be to have a collection of GREAT movies. And some adam sandler here, some chick flick there.

And it will be good.

Dear Friends.

I return from my long absence. I could catch everyone up on what i've been doing, and go off about the last couple weeks and go on this big cathartic rant and cleanse myself of all that was crazy this quarter...but i think i shall save that for another day.

Today, i'm going to talk about something dear to my heart: action movies, and how they piss me off.

Yes, today we are talking about pet peeves and how they curdle my blood and make me rather irritated. Like most girls, I'm a softie for chick flicks and love stories. Action flicks though, not so much. And all this time i thought it was just a girl thing, girls just don't like action movies, right? Wrong. I don't like action movies for a reason that is all my own.

Over thanksgiving, my family and i went to see Die Another Day. It was my first James Bond movie. And well, without getting into too much about what i thought of the movie itself, i will just tell you why i don't like action movies in general: BIG UNNECESSARY EXPLOSIONS.

There were nice cars everywhere. Nice buildings. Nice everything (as is typical in a Bond movie, i would imagine). But why do they always have to blow everything up? Or crash into everything? All thats running through my head when i see these scenes is, "who is going to clean all that up?" In the movie's story/plot itself, and in real life. Don't people know that blowing things up makes 1 car into many many tiny little pieces? A perfectly good car, gone. And then after the movie's over, after hours of cleaning up (they probably don't even get paid that well, whoever cleans it), the tiny pieces get thrown into the trash, adding to our already overflowing landfills. Don't blow up the car, just give it to meeeeeeeeee!!!!! People in Africa are starving, and here we are, blowing up cars for no reason. All for what, 2 hours of entertainment? We're polluting our earth with unnecessary trash with money that could be used elsewhere. Money that could be used to make a better movie! Le sigh.
Damn you Hollywood!!!! Damn you!!!!!!

My other pet peeve are those old Disney cartoons with Goofy in them. But i've already ranted on about that. If you really want to know, refer to archive: Tuesday, July 03, 2001.

I just had an incredible dinner.
Korean food rules!

I found the motherload of all jackpots today.

I was sitting in MW when suddenly i look up on the Book Exchange Shelf, and someone had left a big fatty White Oleander book there!!! After trying to look inconspicuosly to my left and right to find nobody even paying attention to me, I slowly got up from my seat, and quickly grabbed the book off the shelf. I coulnd't believe it. White Oleander! Big fatty! And someone had just left it there!! I tried to contain my excitement in case someone heard me and wanted a piece of my great find. Mind you, I wasn't stealing. It's a "book exchange." And even though i technically didn't exchange it for another book, I will put it back.
As soon as I finish it.
So there.

So i just got home from yet another late night shoot. It didn't go so well today, we were kicked out of our location early. Hopefully we have what we need. But, its funny, Ken and I have been getting up so early and going home so late these days, and sometimes it's just kinda cool to see the early morning sun rise, and a usually busy freeway with no cars except for the one we sit in. Everything is so still and quiet, especially the early mornings where you can just tell its going to be a beautiful day. And then I wish the rest of the world can witness this with us, but if they could, then it wouldn't be so still and quiet now, would it?

Jen and Ephraim

These two crazy goons make me laugh.

Jen's this beautiful light hearted girl who spreads her infectious and very distinct laugh everywhere she goes. Whenever I see her she's always smiling. Just think Sunshine, and that is jen. One of these days, jen and i will make scrambled egg nog for all, and spread nog cheer throughout the kingdom. Huzzah!!
Ephraim, the actual "crazy goon" of the duo, tries to buy my love (successfully!!) with mint chocolates, and games of Grass, which I am most grateful for. And although he tries to steal my blog titles, his blog will always be ever more poetic than mine, for that boy has a way of writing words that are as beautiful as he. I accept your challenge!! Bring it on, I say. LET'S BRAWL!

If these two get any cuter, I may have to take serious action. Although they do fight over me from time to time, there is only so much SH to go around, which I'm sharing with the guy that will help me top Jen and Ephraim's cuteness. Oh, its on alright.

I've finally finished THE book.

It took me forever, but its done. And now i need someone out there to read it too so we can have a heated and passionate discussion about the beauties of this book. Of course, i guess i'd have to return it to the library first so that you can read it. I feel this need to discuss it with someone.

Anyway, so now i'm on to Pablo's suggested book, Ravelstein, which hasn't gotten me hooked yet. I don't know if its my type of book. But, i'll still give it another couple more pages. Hopefully it'll hook me soon.

There are not enough hours in a day.

My friends, i will be out of commission for a while. Between 2 jobs, 4 classes, artsbridge, homework, and trying to do this movie, I have not had time to do anything. Also add in a couple hours for sleep and eating (muy importante), my hours go by before I know it. I haven't even had time to watch tv. I don't know whats going on in the world. I'm behind on my Gilmore Girls, which, I hear, is pretty intense. No time no time. So, here i am, with 10 min to spare before my next class, I blog you one last blog for a long long time. I hope everyone is well. Drop me an email if possible.

Still trying to finish my book. I know i know, it's been so long. But, i can only squeeze in a couple pages here and there, now and then. Hopefully next time i blog, it will be finished. I have another book waiting in line.

I hear this blog thing is spreading. It's nice to see people blogging.

Gotta go, time for class.

I bid thee all a nice day/week/month.

Did you know SHAT is that past tense of SHIT?

As in, that bird shat on that dood's hat. Or, William Shatner. (Shitner, if you will) Ain't that a funny word? Shat, that is, not shitner.

Anyways, that seems kinda random, but i just read the word in the book i'm reading. Yes, still the same book about the musician guy. Which, btw, is taking me forever to finish. Although its still pretty good. He's going crazy now cause he can't have the girl, so now everything's in this wierd trippy poetry writing mode. Kinda cool.

I always get things by default.
In HS, when we had elections for class positions, I always won cause nobody ran against me. And then when they did, I lost (damn that Lonnie Miller. But then again, he did have a handicap. Not in the physical sense, in the "he was blonde and goodlooking and lots of girls like him" sense, thus already allowing him more votes than me before we even started! But its all a popularity contest anyways right?) Winning by default has its goods and bads. On one hand, you get what you want. On the other hand, there's no competition, so you're not winning based on your merits, which you can potentially have. Anyways, i had more examples, as well as a point when i brought this up. But now i can think of neither.
Shat.

All of a sudden there is this jumping on of the blogger band wagon.

My brain and my fingers don't connect fast enough. Either that or my fingers are just too slow. Theres all these fast notes i have to play, but my fingers just won't go fast enough. But, i can type fast. Why can't i play fast?

I've come to realize that music people are so......ostentatious. Well, not all, but let's just say alot. They're all so, "i'm such a great musician that i have to answer all the questions in class even when they're not asked for." They're like 5th graders sometimes, trying to be the teacher's pet. It's so annoying. If you're one of those people, STOP IT! Stop it i say. Especially violin people, it seems like. They all just want to show off about how great they are. Yawn. BORING! ANNOYING!!

Wahahahaha........

I've recruited 2 more people to blog! I am the blogger whore!!!! Ok, not really.

Geez, i've been so busy trying to plan this movie with ken lately that i haven't had time to blog. But it'll be good, just you guys wait.
And dang, why is it that whenever i want to blog nothing good comes to mind, yet when i'm suppose to be paying attention in class, i think of good things to blog, only to forget them during crucial times such as now??!?!? Why!??!


Honk if you loooove Rod Stewart.

I came home to find my two crazy roommates with so called "juice" in their wine glasses. And now I can hear them outside the room giggling. Must be some good juice. ;-)


Ah.....so much i want to write....but no time......will be back later.

Sigh....

Halloween is just a day for girls to have an excuse to dress up as skanks and hos, and for guys to live out their fantasies of having boobs by dressing up as women.

We take our hearing for granted. We really do.

This guy always comes in and orders a small coffee. He's deaf, so he always gestures everything. One of these days I will sign something to him. It's funny, cause right now i'm reading Vikram Seth's: An Equal Music. Angel had recommended another book by the same author to me, but i couldn't find it in the library, but this one was, so i got it instead. I've never heard of this guy or this book, but I really enjoyed it once i started reading it, and thought what a great coincidence it is that the main character plays the violin and is in a quartet. It's about this violininst Michael and his past and present, etc. Michael is in a quartet, so in this book they refer to so many musical things that I would never have understood if i hadn't played violin before. The way he describes things, I totally know what he's talking about. For instance, he described one of his performances, how he doesn't know or even realize that he's started playing, and when he does, he's not really paying attention or thinking, his fingers are just like on autopilot, and before he knows it, he's finished playing. That is how I felt when i used to perform in front of people (and driving, among other things...but that is a whole other topic, hehe). I can totally relate. And it was kinda comforting to be reading this and to know that other people go through what i go through. This book is so detailed with musical references that Vikram MUST have been (or still is?) a musician himself.

Anyway, to get to my point. (BTW:if you do plan on reading this book you might not want to read anymore of this.) In the book, Michael ends up having an affair with his now married ex girlfriend. Julia is also a musician. A couple chapters ago, he found out she is going deaf, which is pretty devastating for a musician. But she is able to still play with a group from remembering what certain pieces sound like, and because she can feel the low bass notes and whatnot. But where I am now in the book, she is deciding she will no longer play with groups, because her hearing is almost completely gone, and its getting more difficult for her. So i'm reading about this woman whose whole career depends on her hearing that she is almost completely losing, and then this deaf guy comes in and orders a small coffee, and I think, I'm so lucky I can still hear my precious cds and mp3s, and everything else in the world.

This inability to communicate with him frustrates me too, because he tips me pretty well, and he seems like such a nice guy, and I just have so many questions to ask him. If only I had taken some sign language...

CRAZY

Ok, so today, i go to my 4:00 class, where my professor Minda, starts talking about this movie she saw over the weekend. Then, she starts listing the 5 movies she wants to see, one of them being Heaven. So, she's talking about it, and in mid sentence she says, "it's starting at 4:30 at La Jolla Village if you guys want to see it. if we leave now we can make it." Everyone looks around, not sure whether she's serious or not. But she's serious alright. She says, "yea, we'll walk there, i know a shortcut." It's the way i walk everyday to and from school, and I never considerrf it a shortcut! Anyway, so a group of people start walking, others head for their cars. I hitch a ride with Juan and Ken, and by 4:25, we are in my hood, AKA La Jolla Village Center- woot! I even had time to run upstairs to pee and get some cookies (in that order too, not at the same time)! So, within a couple minutes, most of the class and Minda arrive, and we all go in and watch Heaven, which btw, is a pretty good movie. Afterwards, we all meet outside, and Hilary asks me, "so...are you walking back?" Meaning: to school.
I reply, no...i live right here. :-) I love that.

So let me sum up: I didn't have class, the class went to the movies instead. I got a ride to the theatre, which meant I didn't have to walk home. And the movie was half in Italiano, so i practiced my italian. What a great way to end the school day!!!!

And btw, for those of you who aren't clear, watching this movie is class related. We have to write a film journal about it. We're discussing it on Wednesday. So its not like we just picked up and left for the movies.

Actually.....that's exactly what it was like...

The Ozma concert last night was pretty good, although not their best. I dunno, something was wrong the whole night, something with scheduling, and i think it effected everyone's performance. Not that they weren't great still though. So i was in the mosh area this time, and boy does it get hot in there. Somehow though, i slowly got pushed out. Not that i minded. My few minutes in the pit was enough for me. It was alot of fun, but i don't know if i can go for a whole performance in there. And plus, being pushed out of the pit allowed me to get closer to Jose's side of the stage. That boy can rock. He does it very well. I went up and said hi to him and told him I was Cady's roommate (they went to HS together). I met him last time when Cady introduced us, but he didn't remember...what's a girl to do? It got kinda awkward, i didn't know what else to say to him. What do you say to someone who's probably heard every compliment from fans already? And just as i left him, two girly girls came up to him and said "hhhhiiii....you remember us?!?" And i just thought, i'm not cut out to be a groupie, and proceeded to smile to myself.

Anyway, their penultimate song was Baseball, dedicated to the angels who won last night and THE WORLD SERIES TODAY!! YAY! It was great, everyone was soo into it. It is also one of the few songs i know all the words to, which makes it even better. I really love their music, but just don't know as many songs as i should for being the fan that i am. It was a good concert over all, but they played too many new songs. :-(

This guy Ryan came into work today and said, "You should work here everyday!" It was in reference to the music I was playing. I love when people love my music. For me, its such a big compliment when someone tells me I play great music. That kind of stuff is very important to me. This other girl said once, I love coming to study here cause you always play such good music. Things like that just makes my day. It's nice to know my musical tastes are being appreciated.

On a related topic, I figured out today that the Smashing Pumpkins make people happy. I played my Rotten Apples cd, and people just seemed to be enjoying themselves. Or maybe they were just feeding off of my vibes because SP makes ME happy...? Hm...i dunno....but that is a damn good cd, you guys should go out and get it.

I miss the SP. Although I wouldn't say I'm a diehard fan like some people are (meaning, I don't know all of their songs or all the lyrics to them, nor the names of the albums they have out or how many they have out). However, I really enjoyed their music. I still enjoy it. I have this poster of them from their Tonight Tonight video (which I LOVED! There was just something about that video....) that I got for my birthday a while back. Theres a big rip in it now and its kinda getting old....but I still don't have the heart to take it down. This band was such a big part of my highschool years. Anyways...i can go on and on....but....thats enough bantering for today.

Bloody Blogger! SH, did you do what you promised? Or am I going to have to kick your ass back to Taiwan?

Wow, i just received an email that said i can get viagra delievered to my door for $6 a dose. My life is now complete.

I felt like a coffee factory today. I was cranking out beverages constantly like crazy! Worked for 5 hours straight, and people just kept coming in! Usually there is some sort of break where there's no one for at least 10-15min. But they just kept coming in, one right after the other! It must be the cold weather.

However, the coffee spirit did come in today, I was so excited! Today was the first time since the Grove days that I served her "ice coffee please" since I haven't seen her in forever! As long as the coffee spirit shows up, you know that the world is still in order and everything is a-ok.

We don't discriminate against tofu, so why should we discriminate against ourselves?

Tofu is very much like people. Theres white tofu, yellow tofu, brown tofu, and they all come in different shapes and sizes, not to mention firmness! And just like people, there's also smelly tofu (but it still tastes good). There are soooo many possibilities when cooking with tofu, the potential for good food is endless! So my point is, we're all just like tofu! We have different color skin on the outside, but inside, we're all just made of a mushy tofuey goodness.

So there is a reason for another one of my endless analogies. I was just watching the world news just now while eating my rice and tofu, and it just seems like our world is so depressing lately. The way people treat each other....it's just so sad. I mean, what's up with all these shootings in DC. If only the sniper would see that there's so much good in people, just like how theres so much good in tofu (for your taste buds and dietary needs), maybe he wouldn't shoot people anymore. And then this bombing in Bali. My friend Kristin was just there over the summer! Good thing she's back in Socal. Why would anyone bomb a place crowded with people? From what I heard, its connected somehow to the al queda, and then osama, and on and on but it all has to do with this hate. People are so angry with each other. Yes, I know there are so many factors and reasons for this hate that I dont' know about, or too naive and ignorant to think about, but...I guess I just wish people can be nicer to each other.

So, dear internet void, ponder on the intricacies of the world, be nicer to people, and eat some tofu.

That is all.

A conversation I overheard while at the gym last night:

Guy A: dude, there was this chick here yesterday that was on the treadmill for like an hour! She looked like a porn star man!
Guy B: oh yea?
muffle muffle noise noise couldn't hear them for a while, then:
Guy A: they were at least C cups.

Sigh...so these are the conversations that go on between guys at the gym. First of all, guy A obviously has not been watching enough porn if he thinks a girl with C cups looks like a pornstar. Unless he was talking about her facial features, and not her physical features, but then again, aren't pornstars are all about the big boobage? Anyway, i found their conversation mildly amusing yet a bit degrading towards women at the same time. I dunno, what do you think?

GEEZ, WHAT A BUNCH OF COCK

Whats up with the male species' need to be cocky? I've encountered so many guys that just think they know everything, and have this need to share their knowledge with the world, even when the world doesn't ask for it to be shared. And they're not always right about the information they share! I mean, if you're gonna share knowledge with the world, at least share some correct information! If you're a cocky guy reading this...just stop it! Stop it I say! There's being confident, which is great, and then there's being OVER confident to the point of cockiness, and let me tell ya, its not attractive! Girls don't dig it! So just stop it!

Thank you.

"Contacts are the tampons of eyewear" -Me

I think that was the most intelligent thing i've said all day. This was brought up while in the car with kristin discussing the pros and cons of contacts. If you think about it, it really makes alot of sense! The two have many similarities which... i won't get into. I consciously made a "note to self" to write that down so i won't forget it, so here it is.

so my AN is in my class. Not the one from hs, but the one here in college. Yes yes, i have a college AN. And like the other AN, he doesn't know it. He could be the nicest person ever, but i don't really know him. I first had him in a class freshman year. And then i would see him from time to time. And then he went to france for a year so i forgot all about him. And now he's in one of my classes. Ok ok, maybe AN is the wrong name, cause i barely talk to him. But...he's just soooo cocky. And he totally dissed me when i had that class with him back then, although he probably doesn't know it. So anyways.

i feel like a traitor to french. all this italian infused in me everyday.......as much as i love it, its kicking the french out of my brain!! like amelie's mother said, "ARRET!!!!!"

See, i don't even know if that was spelled right.

Je commencerais a ecriver en francais. Mais......c'est difficile parce que j'ai oublie deja tous. Je veut dire "je ne sais pas" dans ma classe italian, parce que je ne sais pas comment le dit en italian. Je sais que ces phrases sont tres......qu'est ce que le mot qui est l'oppose de "correct"? eh...no se... Aujourd'hui, il y a un garcon qui m'a demande un question en francais. J'ai comprendu(?), mais je ne peut pas parler...pauvre sh....
alors, c'est tout. toot toot!

Finally!
I got my hotdog(s) after a week of a series of events where hotdogs everywhere were just calling my name and taunting me because i couldn't get any. But i finally had 2 hotdogs last night, AND! a bratwurst today at the Adams Street Fair. So now i'm happy.
Yea, doesn't take much

So a group of us went down to the fair today and just walked around. Had my bratwurst with kristin and son and the rest in the beer garden, which turned out not to be a garden at all. Kristin and i imagined lush green fields and cans of beer growing out of them. Kinda like that scene in willy wonka and the chocolate factory, but with beer instead of chocolate. Boy, were we disappointed. It was just an area with tables. :-( Not that I had any beer anyway, so i guess it didn't matter. But its just the whole principle of calling something a beer garden and not encountering anything resembling a garden at all! Meh.

myrt1530: trees with beer on it
lefroggy42: yea....
myrt1530: and fountains that flow with beer
lefroggy42: flowers with beer in it that you can pick up like a teacup
myrt1530: hehe
myrt1530: yea
myrt1530: then you can bite into the cup
lefroggy42: yea!.....it would be....made of pizza......so then it'd be pizza and beer!
myrt1530: yum

School has started. Its going ok so far. Thats as much as i'll say about that.

SH, you are such a nerd. Just read what you posted on my blog. Yes, I'm fine..thanks for asking! Hot wangs!....na na na na na na na na na na...HOT WANGS! The trouble with typing that is that you can't tell what tune I'm singing that to. Dammit. Have a great 1st day of school tomorrow. The sheer horror of my 1st day last week is coming back to me...hope yours is so much better.

Went to see Duncan Sheik tonight at Tower Records. They were having a free concert there, and they're actually really good live. Sounded clean and everything. Some of their stuff is a little too slow for me.....i think you have to be in the mood for it. But, most of it is pretty good. I guess thats all i have to say about that.

Man, socializing is tiring. Spent a good part of the day pretending i was an international student with anne, doing all kinds of move in activities. And this is only the first day!

I want a piano to practice with.

i got my haircut today, and i enjoy it alot more than the last one i got. its suppose to be a mandy moore cut....but it doesn't look so mandy moore. oh well. there can only be ONE mandy right? i took the advice of jamie, and went to lynnse #11 at the paul mitchell salon school. man..they are hard core over there. all these hip trendy people dressed in black with all different kinds of hairstyles and clothes. i felt so out of place. but it was an interesting environment, i suggest you all go check it out someday.

oh my gosh.

i just caught the last half of Newsies. The first time i saw the movie was during my pre-pubescent years. ARISE AND SEIZE THE DAY! I don't know how Disney was able to pull off getting Christian Slater and Bill Pullman to sing and dance in this movie, but i guess they have their ways. This time around, the movie wasn't as cool as i remembered. It was kinda cheesy infact, but i guess i didn't think so back then. Well actually...i did think it was cheesy back then, but i just didn't care. I mean, a bunch of teenage boys singing and dancing while delivering newspapers in new york...what could be better than that? le sigh.

SH, i accidentally erased the link you made on my page! Sorry. Put it back up, will ya? Thanks. I'm pathetic. I bow my head in shame.

blog blog blog. the whole freakin world is blogging.

so, upon going through my old quotes on my webpage(shameless plug, haha), i rediscovered the most recent one i published. i found the quote so enlightening that i shall repost it here for my blogging pleasure:

"After a time, you may find that "having" is not so pleasing a thing, after all, as "wanting." It is not logical, but it is often true.”
- Spock, "Amok Time"
stardate 3372.7

I have no idea where i found that quote from, not to mention the exact stardate. Geez i'm a nerd. Either that or i'm a nerd wannabe and just made it up myself because it seemed so appropriate at the time. but would i do such a thing? i really can't remember. however, i think i can assure you with 96% certainty that i did not make it up, it is indeed an exact stardate.
once again, spock tells us how it is. this quote is so true. we humans do illogical things. things like wanting what we don't have and having what we don't want (or need for that matter, but that is a whole other issue). so can someone tell me why this quote is so true? i know it to be true but i can't explain why. why is it that after all the trouble we go through to HAVE something we want, we still go back to the days when we were WANTing whatever we now have? someone please give me a logical explanation, i know there is one out there.

sandy ass

went surfing today down in san onofre with jamie. it was quite fun, and not to mention beautiful. maybe i'll get a board next summer so i can go more often. but then again, who knows where i'll be by then.

on to more pointless things, movies i want to see: sweet home alabama, and tuck everlasting. the former for reese witherspoon's cute smile and hair, and the latter for alexis beidel. what happened to the movies this summer? they all suck. although, i've yet to see Signs. but even that got mixed reviews. eh.

testing

here i sit, eyes partially open, home early on a saturday night.....fade to sh......
sh probably having a blast up north. im not bitter at all, really!

whoo hoo! szu-hua, are you sure you trust me having access to your blogger? i dunno....its going to be hard to behave myself. muhahahahahaha!

and ends just as quick

and so it begins.......

went to a bbq tonight with my international posse, held by one of anne's friends. it was quite interesting. i felt so left out, being not so recently international. i guess i would've been one back in the first grade, but eh, doesn't count. international students are so interesting. most of them have been to several countries, even states...and here i am, still in oc and sd. thus, i am beginning another foundation, "Send SH to a land far far away." The paragliding foundation still exists, but any contributions to this foundation will also be gladly accepted. Sorry, contributions will probably not be tax deductable, but i'll make you some lemon bars to make up for it. :-)mmmmm.....lemon bars.....

SH wants to go paragliding but does not have $150. However, she is starting a "Send SH Paragliding" foundation. Please send all donations this way. Thank you.

hm......so somehow i got access to jamie's blog.....how did that happen?

just got home from son's place after playing a wicked game of scrabble. my first word? virulent. and since i used all my tiles, i got 50 extra pts. i am the scrabble whore!!!! speaking of which, whore was the second word i played....gooooooo me!

trip to sushi deli was big success, found parking in spite of street scene, and didn't have to wait long! yay!

sh to jme, sh to jme. are you in the blogger world yet? let me know when you are. i'll tell all my readers (which, including you would be.......1) to go to yours.


went to Belly Up tonight. Interesting mix of bands, but favorite was #2...think they were called Big Feet. These cute boys had me smitten. And they looked like they were having fun too. Sang well, played well, looked hot(!)
Man...i wanna rock too.
Too bad I only know how to play jewel and other non-rockable songs. Stupid stupid.

right now jamie is on my bed wondering how to make a blogger of her own. so i am testing it out and showing her how easy it is. she wonders if i write everyday. obviously she does not read my blogs. blah on her.

So I saw my AN at Target this weekend. She always pretends not to see me or notice me, I hate when people do that. Especially since I was the one that went up and talked to her during freshman year. So much for being nice. I call her my AN and even though there's a negative connotation to it, I dont hate her or anything...i hardly even know the girl. I guess it was just the circumstances back then. And the fact that she intimidates me. But like i said, i don't even know her that well. She can be a really nice person for all I know.
If you don't know what the AN stands for, ask me.

Mmm......sushi deli......

Still working on scrabble pictures...

Went to blacks beach today. Its so pretty there. We were lucky, got there right when the sun was out and left right as the sun did. Water was very warm, after i finally decided to go in. Everytime i go, i go a little deeper into the ocean. I'm making progress, yay! Anyway, it was beeeeautiful down there as it always is when the sun is out. And no sting rays or jelly fish, just this huge...root....looking thing with a long tail that son found.

So amongst all the beach day fun, I did not realize the westerfield verdict was out today until a couple hours ago. So now this guy is found guilty. I don't know about the whole thing, i just don't know. I didn't keep up with the trial enough to say he was innocent, but if he is, then...how sad.

Going back to Scrabble tomorrow, pictures hopefully coming soon!

Ok, just another thing about the scrabble championships:

Here's more proof (for you kristin!) that guys have sex on their minds ALL THE TIME.
This little boy, who looked about 8 to 10ish, played the word "sex."
A man, in his late 40's to 50's, played the word "labia." The first word of the game, and he played "labia." Call it chance, coincidence, "the only good letters he had to make a high scoring word," call it whatever you want.

I am not surprised, merely amused.

Dooooood...
Today I went to the National Scrabble Championships that is being held here in San Diego. I know what you're thinking, and yes, Scrabble IS that big. It's bigger than you can imagine! These people actually study words, dictionaries, probabilities, etc for hours and hours. It's incredible. The competition is hard, but, the winner does get $25,000, and there are a bunch of other cash prizes for different categories. I went as a production assistant helping this guy who is doing a documentary on this scrabble culture. (I was gonna say "phenomenon" but it really isn't since its been around for so long.) It was all very interesting. It's this huge room with tons of tables with scrabble boards on them. During the games it's pretty quiet except for the clattering of tiles being pulled out in a variety of bags, and the occasional "Challenge!" shouted out for words that seem dubious to the opponent. Then a proctor with a gray word list/dictionary sort of thing comes over to the table to check on the word that's being challenged. They play around 30 rounds! It's one of those things you have to see. I'm hoping to go back on Thursday (that is the award ceremony day) and take some more pictures and hopefully put them up on the site soon.
This was as cool as the oscar meyer weiner hot dog car coming to our parking lot downstairs!

yay yippee hoorray!!!!!!!!! my blogger is working again. whew.
i had so many things i wanted to blog when it wasn't working....but now that it is working, i have nothing to blog! arrg.

testing testing....my blogger is broken...... :-(

Imagine meeting a pretty girl, all angelic-like cause she's dressed in white.
imagine falling in love with her and then finding out that your only competition is a buddy of yours.
imagine luke's horror when he found out leia was his sister.

obviously the force wasn't strong enough in him.
and if yoda knows all, why didn't he inform Luke of his incestuous ways?
WHY!?!?

imagine being Chewie...
....what a wookie.

So here we are, already at the end of spring break. Oh how time flies. School starts tomorrow again. Last quarter went ok, as hectic as it was, it had alot of good moments. This quarter will hopefully be good also. The weather will start getting warmer. The sun will stay out longer. And all will be good.
And on a final note: Mandy rocks!

so rather than doing things i really need to do for finals, i am here updating my blogger. it's funny how the least trivial things suddenly get my attention and become the most important when finals roll around. i seem to update my blogger in waves. some weeks i'll update everyday, others never. but not like it matters i guess, cause no one out there is reading these banterings, except for you, anyways.
someone please email me and tell me what good songs are out there that i should download. my morpheus has been acting up lately. poop.
i am also hoping to update my webpage soon. it is getting kind of boring, eh? i don't know what to add though, probably more movie reviews.
eh.

Tenessee so far has the best state quarter yet! It has a guitar, a violin, and a trumpet on it! In the words of Rivers: How cool is that?!?

The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return

sign read at the Church of Christ: Forbidden fruit will get you in bad jam.

It's all coming together!!!! Things are working out!!! It's not a complete failure!
Not yet at least.

You MUST go and see Moulin Rouge. Especially the dvd extras, if available. This movie is incredible. 5 years in the making of a great piece of art. There are no words to describe how much i love the visuals. Think SP's Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, and their video Tonight Tonight. I love that kind of stuff, and this movie is all about THAT KIND OF STUFF!!! Go see it!

school will be the end of me.
shoop shoop bee woop.

Je pense que la langue Francais est tres belle. Il y a une qualite etrange, mais a la meme temps, tres romantique au sujet du langue qui me fait le souhaite que j'etais des Francais. Je souhaite que j'aie su parler français meilleur, mais non.
Oh well.
C'est la vie, non?

Lately i've been having trouble trying to update my site, due to me webhost, Brinkster.com. Le sigh...they have let me down.

I watched the opening ceremonies of the olympics tonight, only to fall asleep right before the good part, the torch lighting ceremony. This always happens to me.

Case #1: Princess Diana's funeral. I stayed up til i think 3am watching the whole thing from the beginning, the boring car procession and all, only to fall asleep right before the important part, the part where they were inside the church, elton john and whatnot. I woke up around 5am to find the church thing over, and the car taking the body away- boring part once again.

Case #2: Superbowl 2001. I watch the beginning of the superbowl, fell asleep right before the halftime show (BRITNEY!!) and woke up right afterwards.

Case #3: Summer 2001 Olympics opening ceremony. Again, I fell asleep right before the good part, the torch lighting and what not. Of course i had to be awake for the boring parts, like when each country is walking out. And then I awake only to have my mom tell me that "the performance was really good, especially the torch lighting, I really liked the way they did it this year, you should've seen it!" (Then why didn't you wake me up!?!)

Yeah.

You'd think after case #3, I would've learned, and would've been prepared for tonights olympics. But oh, no. Szu-Hua does not work that way. Szu-Hua likes to make things difficult. Szu-Hua thinks that she can close her eyes for 10 minutes before the good part comes. But little does Szu-Hua know, that it just doesn't work that way.

Szu-Hua also likes to talk in third person.

Sav-ons has candy for a quarter. Bad news.
Sav-ons has become a second home for us. We go there almost everyday. Jack B is always there, he's always on the night shift. Lately Lakesha has been working late nights also. Once, while Lakesha was ringing me up, a voice from her phone said "don't let her take my army men." I was buying those little green army men, and for some reason, this ominous voice knew. It was quite humorous, but a little scary. I wonder what the workers there are thinking everytime we go in. Sometimes, we'll go as much as 3 times a day! Sad, but true.

Andrew was kind enough this weekend to point out that I can't PLAN on becoming more spontaneous.
Andrew sucks.

FUCK FUCK FUCK.
FUCK!!!!
I was sent the scariest email last night. I couldn't just have gone to bed without checking my mail-nooooo, I had to check it.
Big mistake.
Big. HUGE.
I literally jumped out of my seat and screamed (well, not really, but if i knew how to scream, it would've been a scream.)
Even cady sitting next to me thought something was wrong with me.
If any of you get an email that says "Stare at the door" don't do it.
I have to say though, it was clever.
But shit.
I've never been that scared in my life. It was one of those experiences you get only once in a blue moon. I think the fact that it was late at night, and i was already a little paranoid made it that much scarier. Those of you who have seen it, maybe its not that scary to you.
But shit.
It was for me. It makes me want to look at it again to see if maybe its not that scary afterall. Maybe it just caught me off-guard. But i think i know better than to venture back there.
SHIT.

Hello...everyone.
My name is Szu-Hua...
...and i'm addicted to wafers.
I would be what the specialists call, a "waferholic," a term given to those like me with a special predisposition to any wafer, or wafer-like substance. If you want to save yourself from this sick disease, do not attempt to come near me, for i will offer you this magical wafer, and soon, you too, will be under the powers of the wafer.
BEWARE OF THE WAFER. It will only cause you more harm than good.
Take my advice, and let me help you, help me help you.
That is all.
:-)

Are you there world?
It's me, SH.
hehe.

So, here i am again. i just want to take this opportunity to thank all of those who come and visit my website, whoever you are.
What news do i have for thee? Well, not much. I have finished yet another CD, this one is called, SH's Therapy. Why such a name you ask? Well, its simple. Sometimes i get these bouts of fury and rage, and this newest compilation helps me release my anger, sort of like anger management-SH style, if you will. It starts with a slow but intense warmup with Queen, and then gets into the hard core (and some not so hard core) songs with strong lyrics, or songs that i know the all lyrics to. This allows me to belt out whatever frustrations i have through song. And finally, it ends with a cool down with Christina Aguilera. Yes, that is correct. Christina Aguilera. It is quite a nice compilation, although definitely not meant for everyone, unlike my previous compilations of coffee music. Although, i do have to say, java jams vol. 3 bombed quite awfully. Sara has the only copy in circulation- a "bootleg" if you will- and you can ask her about it. For those of you who are just joining my daily banterings for the first time, you will see that i am quite serious about my cd compilations. They are SERIOUS business. Seriously.
That is all. :-)

Hellllllloooooooooo Missy!
Hahaha.

it is late.
i am not asleep.
a deep voice from within in urges me to surrender and go to bed.
i must not.

goodnight.

argh....i hate when you hold the door open for people, and they just walk through and say nothing, not even holding the door for themselves, as if you were the doorman that was meant to be there to open the door for them. the noive.

i'm currently finishing up java jams vol. 3. (yes, i went from vol. 1 straight to vol. 3. i'm still collecting and gathering material for vol. 2) also in the middle of working on rage and fury. this one will be good. i always try to make them the best ever, but it is always difficult. putting a cd together is harder than it sounds. very few people understand that putting a good cd together is a craft that requires patience and skill. first you have to find a unifying theme for the cd. this theme is the general mood of the cd. and you have to stick to this mood...no detering from it. thats hard. then you have to find the songs that go along with the theme. you have to think about when, where and under what circumstances the cd will perform at its best. sometimes there will be times when you'll want to put a song you really like on the cd, but that doesn't quite fit in with the theme. thats the hard part. thats when you have to relinquish the urge and just move on. i try to find unique songs, or different versions of a song. sometimes the original is better, sometimes the remake or acoustic version is better. thats when its easy. but then there are times when both versions are good, and you have to choose between the two. thats when its hard. last you have to think of a title. the title has to be able to sum up all the amazing songs on the cd in a few words (which is difficult) so that if a stranger were to pick it up, she'd know exactly what she was getting. putting together these compilations are tough.

so the new year begins...
how is it 2002 already? a couple years ago i thought to myself, golly, by the time the olympics roll around, i'll be 20...i'm going to be so old!! and here i am, 20 years old. good god, i'm going to be 30 soon! where does the time fly?

i found out a couple days ago that daniel malloy passed away. i've known this guy since 3rd grade. first day of third grade- we had just moved to california, and i didn't know ANYONE- i sit down in an empty seat towards the back of the room, only to have jason abner say to me, "that seat's been saved." I was devastated. i didn't know anyone, and to top it off, i get booted out of the first seat i sit down in. turns out he had saved it for daniel malloy. i can't say that we were good friends. in fact, i don't even think i can label us as friends. not that we were enemies, just that we never talked to each other much. i mean, in elementary school, everyone in your little class of 30 was a friend. so i guess in a sense, we were friends in elementary school, just cause we were in the same class together. come to think of it, i think he was in my same class from 3rd to 6th grade.

but then came jr high. o that dreaded jr high. i hated it. jr. high was when everyone broke off into little groups. dan went into his group, and i in mine. and high school came, and we never had any classes together so i never saw him. him and his group of friends were in the "cool" group, so i was always intimidated. its funny how this guy that you've had a class with all throughout elementary school suddenly became too daunting to talk to by the time high school rolled around. funny how that happens.

i knew a guy that used to live around the corner from my house, isaac garza. we were friends up to high school. for some reason, once high school rolled around, we just stopped talking. he had his group, i had mine. it was always wierd seeing him around school. its was always, do i say hi? or not? what if i say hi and he doesn't? or, what do i do? i think i usually went with the half smile or the rude nothing at all. i don't remember having a conversation with him in high school, even though i've known him since 3rd grade. even though he lived around the corner. we just didn't talk. but at the first homecoming game after high school, i saw isaac, and he saw me. we said hi and made small talk as if that whole ignoring each other during high school thing didn't happen. it was wierd. i asked about him, he asked about me. it was as if we were dear friends that had not seen each other in ages, when in reality, it had only been months. isaac has since moved from his house i believe. i don't see him around anymore. funny how high school does that to people.

anyway, my whole point behind this isaac story is that he is similar to dan. we weren't enemies, but we simply didn't talk enough to have any kind of a friendship. but i have fond memories of dan. he was always very funny. and i believe a genuinely kind hearted person. i don't know a single person that can come right out and say, i don't like daniel malloy, he was liked by everyone. pablo tells me there were uncontrollable emotions at his funeral. i wouldn't doubt it. i wish i can sit here and say that we were good friends, but i can't. all i can say is that he will be greatly missed by all who knew him.