I'm in one of those moods.
I'm young.
I have friends.
I have people who are there for me when I can't stand myself.
I don't have to really pay for housing.
I can make some side money.
I go to school.
I'm majoring in something that I want to pursue.
I live in a family that's not in poverty.
I really need to have these moods more often. It seems to make everything worth more while.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Me = Back to Monday
It's Monday again! But it's not really the stereotypical hateful Monday. I'm actually in a good mood for once....I just find that amusing enough to blog about it. Yeah...no life. Well, Mom's in Canada, so I'm having to arrange some rides around. Hopefully, by the end of this summer, I won't have to do that anymore. Bothering people for rides isn't very preferred. Frown. Hm.
I've realized that sometimes...things just suck overall and there's nothing you can do about it. It's a very depressing way to go about it, but still. Note to self: Need to be more confident. Still working on that. You'd think that by now, I'd at least have a little more self worth. Le sigh.
I've realized that sometimes...things just suck overall and there's nothing you can do about it. It's a very depressing way to go about it, but still. Note to self: Need to be more confident. Still working on that. You'd think that by now, I'd at least have a little more self worth. Le sigh.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Me = P.S. I Love You Style
So...Auntie went to my cousin's room for the first time in years, and was just cleaning out his desk, when she stumbled upon a closed envelope. Wasn't labeled anything, but there was something in it with a letter, so she looked through it against the light and saw my name so gave it to me when she came to visit today for dinner. To be just straight out honest, I didn't want to open it at first. Instead of Mt. Sac homework, Mt. Sac projects and art stuff for school, I just stared at it, while organizing clothes in the guest room for this fundraiser me and my friend are having on Facebook where we're selling our stuff to help the relief in Japan. Unfortunately...organizing clothes is like laundry, it gives your hands something to do, but it's just such mindless work that your brain just wanders everywhere, only this time, it wasn't wandering...even if I wish it did....damn.
There was a ring in the envelope along with a letter, congratulating me that I had graduated from college, and that he knew that I could do it. The ring was something that I had seen when I was in elementary school one time when I was hanging out with him and his older sister, and I said that I thought it was cool. Obviously, it didn't fit on my finger at the time. (Weird that it still doesn't..well it kind of? fits on my thumb?) He had jokingly said that if I was desperate that I could put it on a chain and wear it. Wow....son of a bitch.
There was a ring in the envelope along with a letter, congratulating me that I had graduated from college, and that he knew that I could do it. The ring was something that I had seen when I was in elementary school one time when I was hanging out with him and his older sister, and I said that I thought it was cool. Obviously, it didn't fit on my finger at the time. (Weird that it still doesn't..well it kind of? fits on my thumb?) He had jokingly said that if I was desperate that I could put it on a chain and wear it. Wow....son of a bitch.
Chickenscratch #14
You know...these weird dreams? With little girls? It's eerie, and sometimes? It's just natural. It's weird.
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There was a little girl walking with someone just ahead of her. She couldn't have been older than 6, but she spoke like a college student. When a little rabbit darted in front of them, she squealed in excitement and went running after it.
"Don't run too fast! You'll fall!" The little girl didn't slow down, but instead stumbled over her own feet and went tumbling to a nearby bush. She fell so far into the bush that by the time the person went to go get her out, she was covered in tiny cuts and scrapes. "What did I say, you rebellious child?" the person teasingly scolded and lightly tapped her little nose. She winced.
"I'm sorry! I'll be careful next time!"
"Good." They kept on walking and the person grew taller and taller. From the back, it seemed as though the person was growing older. 17..18...19...20...21....25....27...30....34.....38....
Soon, the person dropped the little girl's hand and started to walk away towards another girl, taller, amazingly pretty, beautiful smile and such a kind face. They held hands and started to walk away. The little girl was distracted when he had dropped her hand and had been playing tag with a little black butterfly that was fluttering around her. When she realized that they were walking farther and farther ahead, she called to him and started to run. She wasn't careful and tripped and went stumbling, scraping her knees and palms. Not even completely standing up, she went charging after them and called his name again. It was as if time was playing an all too cruel trick on her, making her seem like she was getting slower like she was running in water. Again and again she would fall and scrape her knees and palms more and more. They were red with spots of blood by the time they were about to cross the street and she happily ran faster, excited that she was able to catch up even though at a certain point they had been just a dot to her squinting eyes. As she caught up to them, the pretty girl wasn't so pretty anymore. She was wearing a horrible scowl on her face and her equally horrible hand struck his face, knocking him off his feet and making him land backwards onto the grass. At this point, time was cruel again and made her freeze and watch the pretty girl walk away from him so carelessly and so indifferently. When he looked to the side, he cupped his swollen cheek. The little girl's eyes widened. He looked 40 and so upset at himself. When time let her move again, she quickly ran to him. As he was in a sitting position, she wasn't much taller than him when she ran up to him. She took his head into her arms and cried.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I won't do that again," she kept on apologizing. He seemed to understand and kissed her fondly upon her forehead.
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There was a little girl walking with someone just ahead of her. She couldn't have been older than 6, but she spoke like a college student. When a little rabbit darted in front of them, she squealed in excitement and went running after it.
"Don't run too fast! You'll fall!" The little girl didn't slow down, but instead stumbled over her own feet and went tumbling to a nearby bush. She fell so far into the bush that by the time the person went to go get her out, she was covered in tiny cuts and scrapes. "What did I say, you rebellious child?" the person teasingly scolded and lightly tapped her little nose. She winced.
"I'm sorry! I'll be careful next time!"
"Good." They kept on walking and the person grew taller and taller. From the back, it seemed as though the person was growing older. 17..18...19...20...21....25....27...30....34.....38....
Soon, the person dropped the little girl's hand and started to walk away towards another girl, taller, amazingly pretty, beautiful smile and such a kind face. They held hands and started to walk away. The little girl was distracted when he had dropped her hand and had been playing tag with a little black butterfly that was fluttering around her. When she realized that they were walking farther and farther ahead, she called to him and started to run. She wasn't careful and tripped and went stumbling, scraping her knees and palms. Not even completely standing up, she went charging after them and called his name again. It was as if time was playing an all too cruel trick on her, making her seem like she was getting slower like she was running in water. Again and again she would fall and scrape her knees and palms more and more. They were red with spots of blood by the time they were about to cross the street and she happily ran faster, excited that she was able to catch up even though at a certain point they had been just a dot to her squinting eyes. As she caught up to them, the pretty girl wasn't so pretty anymore. She was wearing a horrible scowl on her face and her equally horrible hand struck his face, knocking him off his feet and making him land backwards onto the grass. At this point, time was cruel again and made her freeze and watch the pretty girl walk away from him so carelessly and so indifferently. When he looked to the side, he cupped his swollen cheek. The little girl's eyes widened. He looked 40 and so upset at himself. When time let her move again, she quickly ran to him. As he was in a sitting position, she wasn't much taller than him when she ran up to him. She took his head into her arms and cried.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I won't do that again," she kept on apologizing. He seemed to understand and kissed her fondly upon her forehead.
Chickenscratch #13
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter." It was like a chant. A string of constant desperate murmuring. A low mumbling of irony.
But it does matter.
"Shut up! It doesn't matter!" A few people were passing by when she screamed, but they didn't exist to her. She was alone in front of a mirror with a little girl stuck in the mirror.
Don't lie. I thought you promised you wouldn't do that anymore.
"It SHOULDN'T matter."
Don't be foolish. Even if it shouldn't, it still does matter to you, how they died.
"It's not my fault."
Oh, but it is. Deep down you know it is.
"No...no..noo...NO!" And with that her eyes widened and her cheeks were sickly pale. The little girl was smiling wickedly with tears streaming down her face. That smile.
But it does matter.
"Shut up! It doesn't matter!" A few people were passing by when she screamed, but they didn't exist to her. She was alone in front of a mirror with a little girl stuck in the mirror.
Don't lie. I thought you promised you wouldn't do that anymore.
"It SHOULDN'T matter."
Don't be foolish. Even if it shouldn't, it still does matter to you, how they died.
"It's not my fault."
Oh, but it is. Deep down you know it is.
"No...no..noo...NO!" And with that her eyes widened and her cheeks were sickly pale. The little girl was smiling wickedly with tears streaming down her face. That smile.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Me = Eye Oogling at Sushi
Not the actual sushi...although I so wish.
http://allthingspaper-annmartin.blogspot.com/2009/08/clare-wongoilan.html
Isn't it cool? :) I rather thought it was enjoyable to see. ^^
SuckerPunch tomorrow with Fae Mao and Nikki. Don't really care about how people say it's just a live anime video game. Yeah..um..that's the point? >.>'' And I don't understand how critics explain how the movie doesn't make sense...the girl is locked away in a mental asylum, how much logic..do you expect her to have compared to a supposedly normal human being? Just sit and enjoy the visuals. Thanks.
Grandparents are coming next Thursday. I foresee a very blatant wavering mindset in the near future. Although soon afterwards shall be Wicked and a Ski Trip. I currently have money to rent a snowboard. Yep!
The idea of dispersing away in different directions reminds me of a panicked population in a city when there is an alien invasion taking place, which is currently what I am experiencing. Just thought throw up and panic, but I suppose that is what happens when you become attached to someone. The idea of leaving is fairly an ugly reality that just is very unappealing in every aspect. I guess this is a chance to be truly independent if I have to play the optimistic role.
I have to be saving for prom...which is..hm....I don't know. The idea of prom is pretty fun, but the idea of spending that horrid amount is not. Groans. Hopefully, I won't have to pay everything I guess....
I'm hungry. -goes off to find food-
http://allthingspaper-annmartin.blogspot.com/2009/08/clare-wongoilan.html
Isn't it cool? :) I rather thought it was enjoyable to see. ^^
SuckerPunch tomorrow with Fae Mao and Nikki. Don't really care about how people say it's just a live anime video game. Yeah..um..that's the point? >.>'' And I don't understand how critics explain how the movie doesn't make sense...the girl is locked away in a mental asylum, how much logic..do you expect her to have compared to a supposedly normal human being? Just sit and enjoy the visuals. Thanks.
Grandparents are coming next Thursday. I foresee a very blatant wavering mindset in the near future. Although soon afterwards shall be Wicked and a Ski Trip. I currently have money to rent a snowboard. Yep!
The idea of dispersing away in different directions reminds me of a panicked population in a city when there is an alien invasion taking place, which is currently what I am experiencing. Just thought throw up and panic, but I suppose that is what happens when you become attached to someone. The idea of leaving is fairly an ugly reality that just is very unappealing in every aspect. I guess this is a chance to be truly independent if I have to play the optimistic role.
I have to be saving for prom...which is..hm....I don't know. The idea of prom is pretty fun, but the idea of spending that horrid amount is not. Groans. Hopefully, I won't have to pay everything I guess....
I'm hungry. -goes off to find food-
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Me = COLLEGE YIPS
How I Met Your Mother has taught me some things. TV shows overall have taught me quite a few things. Fae Mao....taught me many things. Life....don't get me cliche-ly started. ANYWAYS.....
(since I'm at work, but technically I feel the need to rant..here it goes...)
TO UCSD: You are TOTALLY MISSING OUT by not accepting my best friend. YEAH, I said it.
TO CSUF: PLEASE TELL ME IF I'M ACCEPTED OR NOT SOON! ;^;
TO WORK: This is NOT what I wanted when I mean that I wanted a little extra money on the side.
TO HIM: SHADDUP AND JUST LOOK AT ME FOR WHO I AM, NOT FOR WHO I WAS.
TO....UGH: STOP CALLING ME. I'M NOT YOUR THERAPIST. I'M NOT ANYBODY. I'M NOBODY.
TO STRESS: You will be the end of me someday.
TO MUSIC: Thanks for helping out so much.
TO BFF: SUCKS TO BE THAT COLLEGE BECAUSE THEY ARE MISSING OUT! D=
TO SCHOOL: END ALREADY! =.=
(since I'm at work, but technically I feel the need to rant..here it goes...)
TO UCSD: You are TOTALLY MISSING OUT by not accepting my best friend. YEAH, I said it.
TO CSUF: PLEASE TELL ME IF I'M ACCEPTED OR NOT SOON! ;^;
TO WORK: This is NOT what I wanted when I mean that I wanted a little extra money on the side.
TO HIM: SHADDUP AND JUST LOOK AT ME FOR WHO I AM, NOT FOR WHO I WAS.
TO....UGH: STOP CALLING ME. I'M NOT YOUR THERAPIST. I'M NOT ANYBODY. I'M NOBODY.
TO STRESS: You will be the end of me someday.
TO MUSIC: Thanks for helping out so much.
TO BFF: SUCKS TO BE THAT COLLEGE BECAUSE THEY ARE MISSING OUT! D=
TO SCHOOL: END ALREADY! =.=
Chickenscratch #12
You know what's weird....ACTUALLY BELIEVING THIS KIND OF STUFF. It's weird. It's just burned into my mind now and the fact that this character in my dream is experiencing this is just...huh? It's confusing......
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The first time that she realized that she had feelings for him socked her right in the stomach. It was like a freight train of panicking horror and courageous shock. She had always just assumed that she admired him and was thankful to him for being there for her when she felt like she was going to just snap from thinking too much. A stampede of conflictions rammed into her head like those final battles in action movies. She was barely starting a life on her own. She always wanted to see him when she wished for someone to be there for her. He would never see her that way. His personality matched up with hers in so many ways. She would only hinder him from his dream girl, from improving himself and meeting new people. She wanted to be that dream girl. He would only be tied down. She wanted to be the one who anchored him when he needed it.
Excusing herself to the bathroom, she quickly left and she could only hear her heels clack against the tiled floor of the restaurant. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. It was a constant siren, blaring the realization and burning into her consciousness. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my……freaking…GOD! Why…Why did it have to be him…..it just made things so much more complicated. It just blazed against the frazzled ends of her nerves. She didn't love him, but she felt just complicated things. It felt beautiful and graceful, but careless and selfish. It was gently bittersweet, but sinfully smoldering. She braced herself against the side of the sink and splashed cold water on her face. Her cheeks had been too cherry-colored for her liking. She slowly closed her eyes, breathed, and then counted backwards from ten, telling herself that once she was at zero that she would be fine and go back completely normal. 10…(This felt…so far-fetched.) 9…(This just had to be absolutely impossible.) 8…(She just had a crazy, abnormal thought.) 7…(It didn't matter even if it was true.) 6…(Nothing would happen even if she did go for it.) 5…(It would only end in heartbreak.) 4…(How could she think so inappropriately?) 3…(Nothing would matter.) 2…(She would stand her ground.) 1…(She was thinking too much again. Hahaha.) 0.
She opened her eyes, fixed her hair, and went back outside to the table where he was with their friend who they haven't seen in a really long time.
"It's my turn to go to the bathroom now," he got up and left the table.
"So, I'm curious…" she started and their friend looked up at her, "What kind of guy do you think I want?"
"One who leaves you alone because you're independent and one who's able to show that he cares, even though on the outside he may not look it. One who knows how to have fun and knows what you like, but is willing to try new things. One who will let be depressed."
Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Hm…nope. Last one was off, but her interested look didn't betray her. She had to play her cards right. This theory their friend had was interesting. It kind of sucked though that the two of them were in his "database" now and that everything was going to get a lot harder. It was….it was simply just annoying. She immediately rejected the thought as soon as it tried to crawl back.
"You're partly wrong," she said simply just when he came back from the bathroom.
"About?"
"This is interesting. Figure it out," she challenged and smirked. She was pretty sure that it didn't occur to him that all she wanted was right there, but it was too late. She already knew that he was picky and she already knew that she didn't fit the criteria. In the end, she just wasn't what he was looking for. She had far too long of a time to wait. She spent the rest of the night that day laughing and listening to theories. Lots and lots of theories. Interesting ones. Ones she understood. Ones she challenged. All of them, in the end accepted, completely.
"Why so serious? That's my favorite line, and it's true. Life is just a game…." Their friend kept going, but by the time she got home she wouldn't be able to recall the words quite so accurately, but the message had come across just fine, nice and loud and perfectly cookie-cutter simple.
A game. She had heard the saying before many a time, but the way their friend had explained it, made perfect sense. Fully aware that she was a sore loser, she smirked. She loved a challenge. (The backward countdown she had with her reflection in the bathroom was long forgotten.) If life was a game, then she was going to comply and play. Let this fantastic learning experience start. Let this wonderfully simple game begin.
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The first time that she realized that she had feelings for him socked her right in the stomach. It was like a freight train of panicking horror and courageous shock. She had always just assumed that she admired him and was thankful to him for being there for her when she felt like she was going to just snap from thinking too much. A stampede of conflictions rammed into her head like those final battles in action movies. She was barely starting a life on her own. She always wanted to see him when she wished for someone to be there for her. He would never see her that way. His personality matched up with hers in so many ways. She would only hinder him from his dream girl, from improving himself and meeting new people. She wanted to be that dream girl. He would only be tied down. She wanted to be the one who anchored him when he needed it.
Excusing herself to the bathroom, she quickly left and she could only hear her heels clack against the tiled floor of the restaurant. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. It was a constant siren, blaring the realization and burning into her consciousness. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my……freaking…GOD! Why…Why did it have to be him…..it just made things so much more complicated. It just blazed against the frazzled ends of her nerves. She didn't love him, but she felt just complicated things. It felt beautiful and graceful, but careless and selfish. It was gently bittersweet, but sinfully smoldering. She braced herself against the side of the sink and splashed cold water on her face. Her cheeks had been too cherry-colored for her liking. She slowly closed her eyes, breathed, and then counted backwards from ten, telling herself that once she was at zero that she would be fine and go back completely normal. 10…(This felt…so far-fetched.) 9…(This just had to be absolutely impossible.) 8…(She just had a crazy, abnormal thought.) 7…(It didn't matter even if it was true.) 6…(Nothing would happen even if she did go for it.) 5…(It would only end in heartbreak.) 4…(How could she think so inappropriately?) 3…(Nothing would matter.) 2…(She would stand her ground.) 1…(She was thinking too much again. Hahaha.) 0.
She opened her eyes, fixed her hair, and went back outside to the table where he was with their friend who they haven't seen in a really long time.
"It's my turn to go to the bathroom now," he got up and left the table.
"So, I'm curious…" she started and their friend looked up at her, "What kind of guy do you think I want?"
"One who leaves you alone because you're independent and one who's able to show that he cares, even though on the outside he may not look it. One who knows how to have fun and knows what you like, but is willing to try new things. One who will let be depressed."
Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Hm…nope. Last one was off, but her interested look didn't betray her. She had to play her cards right. This theory their friend had was interesting. It kind of sucked though that the two of them were in his "database" now and that everything was going to get a lot harder. It was….it was simply just annoying. She immediately rejected the thought as soon as it tried to crawl back.
"You're partly wrong," she said simply just when he came back from the bathroom.
"About?"
"This is interesting. Figure it out," she challenged and smirked. She was pretty sure that it didn't occur to him that all she wanted was right there, but it was too late. She already knew that he was picky and she already knew that she didn't fit the criteria. In the end, she just wasn't what he was looking for. She had far too long of a time to wait. She spent the rest of the night that day laughing and listening to theories. Lots and lots of theories. Interesting ones. Ones she understood. Ones she challenged. All of them, in the end accepted, completely.
"Why so serious? That's my favorite line, and it's true. Life is just a game…." Their friend kept going, but by the time she got home she wouldn't be able to recall the words quite so accurately, but the message had come across just fine, nice and loud and perfectly cookie-cutter simple.
A game. She had heard the saying before many a time, but the way their friend had explained it, made perfect sense. Fully aware that she was a sore loser, she smirked. She loved a challenge. (The backward countdown she had with her reflection in the bathroom was long forgotten.) If life was a game, then she was going to comply and play. Let this fantastic learning experience start. Let this wonderfully simple game begin.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Me = Self-Proclaimed-Population-Agreed Klutz
So....today was the day that I returned to play basketball on Work out Tuesdays. (Also known as Vegan Tuesdays, which is successful still so far.) Yeah....I don't crash into someone really is the problem. I don't trip over someone's foot. I trip on myself and go tumbling onto the blacktop. Sometimes I just want to smash myself in the face until I have a Voldemort nose. (Did you get it?)
Anyways, knee is scrapped, but no stranger to the right knee having a scar..so that's nothing to really rant about. Right elbow is a little scratched, but it's already scabbing, so no blood. What is injured is also the fact that the ball seemed to bounce off the top of my head and smartly onto the spot where I just so happened to crash into the bathtub a couple days ago with the defense major moment number infinity. Anyways...I don't know if it's swollen or bruised...and neither am I curious enough to paw my head to really find out.
MORE IMPORTANTLY. I really want to do something major for the victims in Japan. I don't care if there are racial or religious videos going around mentioning the disaster. I just hope that those people learn to open their hearts and help. I'm not scared of them, but rather I'm scared for them. They're going to get a lot of crap for thinking like that, even if this country promises freedom of speech. There is a lot of stuff that society can just beat your butt cheeks and leave you out in the cold for. I just really want to help. Set up something major...Please. I'm not really a person of praying, but my thoughts really go out to these people. Sigh.
Anyways, knee is scrapped, but no stranger to the right knee having a scar..so that's nothing to really rant about. Right elbow is a little scratched, but it's already scabbing, so no blood. What is injured is also the fact that the ball seemed to bounce off the top of my head and smartly onto the spot where I just so happened to crash into the bathtub a couple days ago with the defense major moment number infinity. Anyways...I don't know if it's swollen or bruised...and neither am I curious enough to paw my head to really find out.
MORE IMPORTANTLY. I really want to do something major for the victims in Japan. I don't care if there are racial or religious videos going around mentioning the disaster. I just hope that those people learn to open their hearts and help. I'm not scared of them, but rather I'm scared for them. They're going to get a lot of crap for thinking like that, even if this country promises freedom of speech. There is a lot of stuff that society can just beat your butt cheeks and leave you out in the cold for. I just really want to help. Set up something major...Please. I'm not really a person of praying, but my thoughts really go out to these people. Sigh.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Me = First Expo and First Macaroon
So today was the day that I experienced another first. I went to an expo and this one was the Natural Products West Expo over at the Anaheim Convention Center. Pretty interesting. Vegan recipes, vegetarian selections and all natural food. I ate so many sweet things that I'm...just good for awhile, but it wasn't that it was bad. I wouldn't mind eating them again..it was just that the sugar intake was just all condensed within the time span of about 4 hours that my taste buds would be hissing if they had the capability of morphing into the appearance of a cat.
I tried my first macaroon today as well and it was coffee flavored, so I was a bit hyper for awhile, but I toned it down a lot..so quite proud of that. ^^'' ANYWAYS...gelato is apparently pretty good, but then again I think...I've had it before, I'm not quite sure. Vegan whole turkey was pretty darn good, as well as the vegan chicken alfredo. So at these expos, you get freebies. I got lip balm some chip bags, water in the outer appearance of a caprisun pack, a green sticker from the Yumnuts booth that says "nuts about green," and a pin that says "give peas a chance." My other friends who went with me got some kitchen supplies, water, this rather strange tasting pomegranate dragonfruit drink that I'm not quite fond of, but still grateful for them thinking about me, canola oil, guacamole starter, enzyme kitchen spray cleaner, which apparently is biodegradable, which I find pretty interesting. There were also displays of organic diapers (which were heck-darn expensive), this vegan pizza with substitute cheese made from tapioca that tasted EXACTLY like cheese (sidenote: thank goodness, there's hope after all to become a vegan..), this interesting honey covered candy at a chocolate booth, grilled cheese at the Rodi's booth, very cute natural bars of soap, and this mysterious booth that sold brightly colored squid hats that I grew rather fond of every time I saw a passing person wearing one.
So I took enough pictures to make two camera batteries hate me and I'm uploading them online. Free things...uhhh yeah. I'm definitely going next year. Instead of one day, three days thank you very much.
Some of the booths there had absolutely incredible designs. Hanging globes covered in flowers. A tree house that seemed to have the color scheme inspired from the house in the movie Up. A charming little tropical stand. Towering vivid flowers about as tall as a doorway. Another little booth seemingly inspired by the traditional Apple white interior and smooth, but simple design. There was one booth that I really liked where the brand was just called Kind. (http://www.kindsnacks.com/) Their business cards were very sleekly glossed with the header: You have been KINDED. Pass it on. I found it again rather(seemingly repeating word today) charming.
Anyways..I'm home now, trapped within the same perimeter as my slowly becoming more tolerable bit by bit father and his friend who are drinking, which makes me crinkle my nose because they're just......jerks when they do that.
I tried my first macaroon today as well and it was coffee flavored, so I was a bit hyper for awhile, but I toned it down a lot..so quite proud of that. ^^'' ANYWAYS...gelato is apparently pretty good, but then again I think...I've had it before, I'm not quite sure. Vegan whole turkey was pretty darn good, as well as the vegan chicken alfredo. So at these expos, you get freebies. I got lip balm some chip bags, water in the outer appearance of a caprisun pack, a green sticker from the Yumnuts booth that says "nuts about green," and a pin that says "give peas a chance." My other friends who went with me got some kitchen supplies, water, this rather strange tasting pomegranate dragonfruit drink that I'm not quite fond of, but still grateful for them thinking about me, canola oil, guacamole starter, enzyme kitchen spray cleaner, which apparently is biodegradable, which I find pretty interesting. There were also displays of organic diapers (which were heck-darn expensive), this vegan pizza with substitute cheese made from tapioca that tasted EXACTLY like cheese (sidenote: thank goodness, there's hope after all to become a vegan..), this interesting honey covered candy at a chocolate booth, grilled cheese at the Rodi's booth, very cute natural bars of soap, and this mysterious booth that sold brightly colored squid hats that I grew rather fond of every time I saw a passing person wearing one.
So I took enough pictures to make two camera batteries hate me and I'm uploading them online. Free things...uhhh yeah. I'm definitely going next year. Instead of one day, three days thank you very much.
Some of the booths there had absolutely incredible designs. Hanging globes covered in flowers. A tree house that seemed to have the color scheme inspired from the house in the movie Up. A charming little tropical stand. Towering vivid flowers about as tall as a doorway. Another little booth seemingly inspired by the traditional Apple white interior and smooth, but simple design. There was one booth that I really liked where the brand was just called Kind. (http://www.kindsnacks.com/) Their business cards were very sleekly glossed with the header: You have been KINDED. Pass it on. I found it again rather(seemingly repeating word today) charming.
Anyways..I'm home now, trapped within the same perimeter as my slowly becoming more tolerable bit by bit father and his friend who are drinking, which makes me crinkle my nose because they're just......jerks when they do that.
Me = Planning 2011 Summer
It has come to my attention that I must travel and enjoy many places this upcoming summer and I have decided to make a list of said fantastical many places.
Disneyland
Downtown Disney
California Adventures
Descanso Gardens
Sakura Ichi
Los Angeles County Museum of Art
Cerritos Library
Huntington Beach (or just any...beach...)
Irvine Spectrum
Santa Monica Pier
Raging Waters
Disney Expo (end of August)
Taiwan
Papyrus
South Coast Plaza
Ontario Mills (kind of want to go to Rainforest Cafe again for their roast beef.....drool-worthy..)
Updated (2011.03.14)
The Grove
Korean Town
Anime Expo (beginning of July)
E3 Expo (weekend right after anime expo) - heard of it and it seems interesting..hm.
Reminder to self:
https://register.rcsreg.com/r2/anime2011/ga/top.html (anime expo)
http://disneyland.disney.go.com/tickets/ (disneyland)
http://www.e3expo.com/ (E3 expo)
Disneyland
Downtown Disney
California Adventures
Descanso Gardens
Sakura Ichi
Los Angeles County Museum of Art
Cerritos Library
Huntington Beach (or just any...beach...)
Irvine Spectrum
Santa Monica Pier
Raging Waters
Disney Expo (end of August)
Taiwan
Papyrus
South Coast Plaza
Ontario Mills (kind of want to go to Rainforest Cafe again for their roast beef.....drool-worthy..)
Updated (2011.03.14)
The Grove
Korean Town
Anime Expo (beginning of July)
E3 Expo (weekend right after anime expo) - heard of it and it seems interesting..hm.
Reminder to self:
https://register.rcsreg.com/r2/anime2011/ga/top.html (anime expo)
http://disneyland.disney.go.com/tickets/ (disneyland)
http://www.e3expo.com/ (E3 expo)
Friday, March 11, 2011
Me = Embracing the Title
Gluttony. Empress Fatty. Empress Fatass. Fatty Mentality. Pretty much to sum up 94 pounds of skin and bones. Yep...and today I embraced these....titles.
So for dinner I had:
- Chipotle bowl with extra cheese
- a vat of homemade ramen
- a few Thin Mints
- some curry on top of rice
- hummus and whole wheat pita bread
- an organic apple
- 2 mini bagels with cream cheese
AND not full..........
I need to rethink this...erm...weight...gaining thing. >____________________________>
So for dinner I had:
- Chipotle bowl with extra cheese
- a vat of homemade ramen
- a few Thin Mints
- some curry on top of rice
- hummus and whole wheat pita bread
- an organic apple
- 2 mini bagels with cream cheese
AND not full..........
I need to rethink this...erm...weight...gaining thing. >____________________________>
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Me = Busting Mah Butt Cheeks
School school! Technically, I have 7 classes now. Okay......time to do this! and 3 whole school years stuffed into 2 months. Holy crap..let's do this! x.x
So I've snuck home my packet of assignments and I shall be buddies with le copier machine. :) Hehe...french makes a lot of things sound more wannabe sophisticated. :3.....Kinda..x3
Okay...going back to work now. :)
So I've snuck home my packet of assignments and I shall be buddies with le copier machine. :) Hehe...french makes a lot of things sound more wannabe sophisticated. :3.....Kinda..x3
Okay...going back to work now. :)
Monday, March 7, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Chickenscratch #11
What I think went down.....anyways...it's corny...but...whatever...I'm not really in the mood to really be creative or care all that much to be quite honest.
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“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“I’m looken fer Vanny~”
“What the hell…ARE YOU DRUNK?!”
“Shhhhh, don’t tell Vanny.”
“You dummy face. Get up,” she said as she tried to get him on his feet. Problem with being 50 lbs lighter than him wasn’t really helping. Thank god the building had a
working elevator.
“Doyah know if Vanny’s home?”
“I’m not speaking to you,” she snapped.
“Wowzers, what er angry, pretty girly.”
“Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere, dummy.”
“Whu?”
“Oh dear god…how drunk are you? Where did you go?”
“I wen daaaancen. Vanny wasn’t there tho.”
“You don’t dance. What does that matter? Weren’t you with your friends?”
“Howdya know? Yer muz beh psychic or sumtin…”
“Yeah yeah.”
“Where we goin? Are you taken meh to Vanny?”
“Yeah sure.”
“Oh! Yay! Thanks! I needer tell her sumtin.”
“Tell her what? That you’re drank yourself stupid?”
“Hahaha, pretty girly is funny.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever.”
“Wanna kner a seeeeeecret?”
“That you’re secretly a high school girl at heart? Because you talk like one.”
“So angry….haha, but nooooooo, I needer tell Vanny that I love her.”
“You were going to tell her at 3 in the morning that you love her?”
“It’s not brother looove. She doesn’t kner. I looooooove her.”
This whole time…she was helping him in the elevator and dragging her to her apartment, but after that she stopped and stared at him. ……what?
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“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“I’m looken fer Vanny~”
“What the hell…ARE YOU DRUNK?!”
“Shhhhh, don’t tell Vanny.”
“You dummy face. Get up,” she said as she tried to get him on his feet. Problem with being 50 lbs lighter than him wasn’t really helping. Thank god the building had a
working elevator.
“Doyah know if Vanny’s home?”
“I’m not speaking to you,” she snapped.
“Wowzers, what er angry, pretty girly.”
“Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere, dummy.”
“Whu?”
“Oh dear god…how drunk are you? Where did you go?”
“I wen daaaancen. Vanny wasn’t there tho.”
“You don’t dance. What does that matter? Weren’t you with your friends?”
“Howdya know? Yer muz beh psychic or sumtin…”
“Yeah yeah.”
“Where we goin? Are you taken meh to Vanny?”
“Yeah sure.”
“Oh! Yay! Thanks! I needer tell her sumtin.”
“Tell her what? That you’re drank yourself stupid?”
“Hahaha, pretty girly is funny.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever.”
“Wanna kner a seeeeeecret?”
“That you’re secretly a high school girl at heart? Because you talk like one.”
“So angry….haha, but nooooooo, I needer tell Vanny that I love her.”
“You were going to tell her at 3 in the morning that you love her?”
“It’s not brother looove. She doesn’t kner. I looooooove her.”
This whole time…she was helping him in the elevator and dragging her to her apartment, but after that she stopped and stared at him. ……what?
Chickenscratch #10
So.....darn...corny. Ew.....what a dumb dream.
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He woke up groggy and with a horrible headache. Groaning with muffled strings of incomprehensible profanity, he rolled over onto a rather large lump that gave off a surprised squeal. He quickly retreated by jolting up to a sitting position and instantly regretted it. What a bitch of a headache. But besides that…
“What..time is it..” an equally groggy voice asked innocently. He froze recognizing the voice. No.
“Vanessa?”
“Ugh….Steven, you jerk…it’s 8 in the morning on a Sunday,” she spun around annoyed and her long hair twirled around her face and covered one of her accusing eyes. His heart stopped. Did they? Her hard glare immediately disappeared when she saw that the look that he gave her was one of incredible panic and distraught. “Hey, hey, I was joking,” she recovered quickly, “You okay?” When he was just speechless, she gently patted his messy chestnut hair. “I’ll be right back with water and eggs. Jesus Christ, you look like hell.” She disappeared and he noted that she was wearing her old high school shorts and a light blue tank. So…maybe they didn’t.
What happened anyway…..he tried to think back, but all he could think of was going to a club..and getting ridiculously drunk with his pals and then leaving totally wasted headed straight for Vanessa’s apartment. Did he even make it? Wait….he remembered muttering something and she had to throw him off of her, which wasn’t a problem. Her figure may have been what many of their friends said was just a stick, but she definitely wasn’t weak. Muttering….muttering what? What did he say? Steven tried to head to the bathroom, but ended up tripping over something and slamming head first into the door. There were hurried footsteps heard as he rubbing his head.
“Jesus!” he heard Vanessa cry out and came to help him get up and help him to the toilet. She politely sat him down upon the seat and left, waiting outside. When she heard the flushing sound and the sink go on and off, she opened the door again and was about to help him to the bed, but he smacked her hand away.
“I can do it,” he snapped.
“Suck it up, Mr. Faceplant,” she demanded and he didn’t argue anymore. After she got him back to the bed, she ran back to the kitchen and returned about five minutes later. The eggs were slightly burnt. After eating his makeshift breakfast, she diligently took the tray and started to head back out.
“Hey,” she turned to him, “What happened yesterday?” She frowned slightly.
“You came here and apparently someone reported you to the building manager that some dumbass was passed out in front of the building and I got curious so I looked outside and saw that it was you, so I dragged you in. It was 3 in the goddamn morning, so I had to strip you down to your boxers and go put the rest of your stupid clothes in the dryer. Fucking idiot…why were you sprawled across the damn sidewalk in 30 degree weather? Anyway, you just slept.”
“Did I say anything?”
“No, why?”
“I was wondering if I said anything stupid.”
“No, but you looked pretty damn stupid.” He cringed and her look softened, “Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up later.” He shrugged as she left the room. He didn’t notice that she had held the tray a little tighter when he had asked if he had say anything. When she was washing the plate and cup, the frown crawled back onto her face as she remembered very clearly that he had told her that he loved her.
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He woke up groggy and with a horrible headache. Groaning with muffled strings of incomprehensible profanity, he rolled over onto a rather large lump that gave off a surprised squeal. He quickly retreated by jolting up to a sitting position and instantly regretted it. What a bitch of a headache. But besides that…
“What..time is it..” an equally groggy voice asked innocently. He froze recognizing the voice. No.
“Vanessa?”
“Ugh….Steven, you jerk…it’s 8 in the morning on a Sunday,” she spun around annoyed and her long hair twirled around her face and covered one of her accusing eyes. His heart stopped. Did they? Her hard glare immediately disappeared when she saw that the look that he gave her was one of incredible panic and distraught. “Hey, hey, I was joking,” she recovered quickly, “You okay?” When he was just speechless, she gently patted his messy chestnut hair. “I’ll be right back with water and eggs. Jesus Christ, you look like hell.” She disappeared and he noted that she was wearing her old high school shorts and a light blue tank. So…maybe they didn’t.
What happened anyway…..he tried to think back, but all he could think of was going to a club..and getting ridiculously drunk with his pals and then leaving totally wasted headed straight for Vanessa’s apartment. Did he even make it? Wait….he remembered muttering something and she had to throw him off of her, which wasn’t a problem. Her figure may have been what many of their friends said was just a stick, but she definitely wasn’t weak. Muttering….muttering what? What did he say? Steven tried to head to the bathroom, but ended up tripping over something and slamming head first into the door. There were hurried footsteps heard as he rubbing his head.
“Jesus!” he heard Vanessa cry out and came to help him get up and help him to the toilet. She politely sat him down upon the seat and left, waiting outside. When she heard the flushing sound and the sink go on and off, she opened the door again and was about to help him to the bed, but he smacked her hand away.
“I can do it,” he snapped.
“Suck it up, Mr. Faceplant,” she demanded and he didn’t argue anymore. After she got him back to the bed, she ran back to the kitchen and returned about five minutes later. The eggs were slightly burnt. After eating his makeshift breakfast, she diligently took the tray and started to head back out.
“Hey,” she turned to him, “What happened yesterday?” She frowned slightly.
“You came here and apparently someone reported you to the building manager that some dumbass was passed out in front of the building and I got curious so I looked outside and saw that it was you, so I dragged you in. It was 3 in the goddamn morning, so I had to strip you down to your boxers and go put the rest of your stupid clothes in the dryer. Fucking idiot…why were you sprawled across the damn sidewalk in 30 degree weather? Anyway, you just slept.”
“Did I say anything?”
“No, why?”
“I was wondering if I said anything stupid.”
“No, but you looked pretty damn stupid.” He cringed and her look softened, “Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up later.” He shrugged as she left the room. He didn’t notice that she had held the tray a little tighter when he had asked if he had say anything. When she was washing the plate and cup, the frown crawled back onto her face as she remembered very clearly that he had told her that he loved her.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Chickenscratch #9
He was going to have to suck it up and figure out how to apologize to her. It wasn’t that she was such an unforgiving person. It was just that he knew she was one of those “optional” friends. She could live without him quite easily and he knew it. Maybe she’d think about him from time to time if something reminded her of him, but besides that, she rarely did anything about it besides the little messages wishing him a good day in the morning from time to time.
Sighing deeply in defeat, he played the staring game with his cell phone that was lying mockingly upon the coffee table. Sighing again, he snatched the phone off the table and dialed. There wasn’t really a need to look it up in his contacts because they had so frequently called each other to hang out. Neither was it really a need to make her his speed dial because that would’ve made her seem way too important. At least….it would seem like that.
“Hey!"
“Hey, it’s m-”
“I’m not here right now. Leave a message after the beepity!”
Beepity?.....Really? It was just like her…but…really?
“Hey it’s me! Just wondering if you’re free on Wednesday. Call me back,” satisfied, he turned on ESPN to watch the remainder of the Laker game.
Ding dong!
What..the.. did she get the message and rush over? Heh, maybe be wasn’t so optional after all. Smirking, he strode over to the door and someone barreled into him.
“Oof! What the f-”
“Thiss..is torolly all your faull you asshole.”
“What..the..fuck, Stephanie?”
Stephanie was the ex-girlfriend. The needy one, adding on top of that was a very curved body with C sized breasts, so obviously any guy who was straight would consider it and attempt to zone out her chatty personality.
“Iz yore faull that I’m like diss.”
“Go home, Stephanie. Get off.”
“You mezzed me up.”
“Stephanie, GO HOME!” He was trying to pry her off of him, but she was latched on so tightly to his waist that they fell over.
“I like it like diss,” she slurred and gave him a half-lidded smile. He crinkled his nose in disgust.
“WHAT THE HELL!” They both turned. The door was still gapingly open and so was the mouth of Vanessa as she stood there. Her bag slung over her shoulder and a box of Thin Mints sticking out of her bag, his favorite. Her lips then formed a thin angry line as his eyes widened in surprise.
“Wha are you doing here?” Stephanie angrily slurred. He took advantage of her distraction and successfully shoved her off. Vanessa tossed her bag to the side and he watched as the box fell out as she strode over to grab the drunk girl by the hair to drag her face to level with hers.
“If you ever come near him again, I will kill you,” she angrily sneered. Her trapped victim, withered and squirmed as she gave out a stream of pained yelps. Promptly, Vanessa threw her out of the apartment, head first into the hallway, not really caring how she would land. She slammed the door as Stephanie collapsed onto the carpeted ground, and then stalked over to her flabbergasted audience’s phone. Quickly, she dialed and he listened as she coldly spoke to the building manager, reporting a drunk nuisance on the 7th floor.
Afterwards, she turned up the TV and swiftly sat down upon the white leather couch. Confused, Vanessa looked over to Steven who was still on the floor. “Aren’t you going to watch the game?”
“Why…why are you here?”
“It’s Tuesday. You asked me if I wanted to watch the Laker game with you, since my TV broke. I brought over Thin Mints. You can have it. My coworker gave some boxes to me.” He didn’t really hear anything after “you asked me…” but it didn’t really matter anyway. He smiled and grabbed the box of cookies along with her bag to the couch. Affectionately, he pecked her forehead and ruffled her hair. She whined playfully before smacking a pillow across his stomach.
Yep, some things never changed. He could never think that enough.
Sighing deeply in defeat, he played the staring game with his cell phone that was lying mockingly upon the coffee table. Sighing again, he snatched the phone off the table and dialed. There wasn’t really a need to look it up in his contacts because they had so frequently called each other to hang out. Neither was it really a need to make her his speed dial because that would’ve made her seem way too important. At least….it would seem like that.
“Hey!"
“Hey, it’s m-”
“I’m not here right now. Leave a message after the beepity!”
Beepity?.....Really? It was just like her…but…really?
“Hey it’s me! Just wondering if you’re free on Wednesday. Call me back,” satisfied, he turned on ESPN to watch the remainder of the Laker game.
Ding dong!
What..the.. did she get the message and rush over? Heh, maybe be wasn’t so optional after all. Smirking, he strode over to the door and someone barreled into him.
“Oof! What the f-”
“Thiss..is torolly all your faull you asshole.”
“What..the..fuck, Stephanie?”
Stephanie was the ex-girlfriend. The needy one, adding on top of that was a very curved body with C sized breasts, so obviously any guy who was straight would consider it and attempt to zone out her chatty personality.
“Iz yore faull that I’m like diss.”
“Go home, Stephanie. Get off.”
“You mezzed me up.”
“Stephanie, GO HOME!” He was trying to pry her off of him, but she was latched on so tightly to his waist that they fell over.
“I like it like diss,” she slurred and gave him a half-lidded smile. He crinkled his nose in disgust.
“WHAT THE HELL!” They both turned. The door was still gapingly open and so was the mouth of Vanessa as she stood there. Her bag slung over her shoulder and a box of Thin Mints sticking out of her bag, his favorite. Her lips then formed a thin angry line as his eyes widened in surprise.
“Wha are you doing here?” Stephanie angrily slurred. He took advantage of her distraction and successfully shoved her off. Vanessa tossed her bag to the side and he watched as the box fell out as she strode over to grab the drunk girl by the hair to drag her face to level with hers.
“If you ever come near him again, I will kill you,” she angrily sneered. Her trapped victim, withered and squirmed as she gave out a stream of pained yelps. Promptly, Vanessa threw her out of the apartment, head first into the hallway, not really caring how she would land. She slammed the door as Stephanie collapsed onto the carpeted ground, and then stalked over to her flabbergasted audience’s phone. Quickly, she dialed and he listened as she coldly spoke to the building manager, reporting a drunk nuisance on the 7th floor.
Afterwards, she turned up the TV and swiftly sat down upon the white leather couch. Confused, Vanessa looked over to Steven who was still on the floor. “Aren’t you going to watch the game?”
“Why…why are you here?”
“It’s Tuesday. You asked me if I wanted to watch the Laker game with you, since my TV broke. I brought over Thin Mints. You can have it. My coworker gave some boxes to me.” He didn’t really hear anything after “you asked me…” but it didn’t really matter anyway. He smiled and grabbed the box of cookies along with her bag to the couch. Affectionately, he pecked her forehead and ruffled her hair. She whined playfully before smacking a pillow across his stomach.
Yep, some things never changed. He could never think that enough.
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