Tuesday, December 30, 2003
04:18 AM
"Rid of Me" by PJ Harvey
I'm beginning to think that I am transparent. Except for my slimy red organs and my mushy grey matter. It appears as though my friends -- mostly guy friends -- can see right through me. And are very observant of my "type". For example, my friend Paul exemplified my "type" to a T, and I just expected a few random and generic words tossed together.Paul: a smooth, cute, poetic, gee-tah player with a sexy laugh who possesses an affinity for cuddling, can stand his ground in philosophical discourses, appreciates the arts, embraces but doesn't force exclusivity, has good taste in music, laughs a lot, likes taking couple pictures of just you two
Monday, December 29, 2003
06:22 PM
"It's My Life" (covered) by No Doubt
That song is on the radio every other song. It's great and all; but I am reminded once again that radio kills everything. One of my greatest pet peeves is morning DJs. They are quite possibly the most irritating members of society. Yet even they contribute to the structure of society. Hrmph.I had all these great ideas and opinions at 5am last night (this morning), before I went to bed, but now I've forgotten them all. Maybe next time I will practice writing them down. I had a great dream this morning (afternoon?) when I was in that hazy half awake/half asleep period right before full conciousness. But I think I will keep it to myself. Time to make some New Year's Resolutions. Soon.
02:41 AM
"God is a DJ" by Pink
SCORPIO in 2004: Achieving your goals
Successes abound for you this year, friend Scorpio, and a lot will happen that should make you very proud of yourself. Your career will blossom, your financial security will steadily grow, and your love life will also thrive - though the latter will have its ups and downs. Your home life will be secure and comfortable - because you yourself have created it that way. While many times before, in fits of gloom, you may have thought that you were merely existing, going through the motions, you may finally feel as if your life has truly begun.
Sunday, December 28, 2003
07:31 PM
"Savior" by Common Rotation
Do you miss my words?I do, but I have none as of late.
I'm going to go get ready for a night out with Danielle now.
Please, inspire me.
05:48 PM
If God is a DJ
Life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm
You are the music
Wednesday, December 24, 2003
06:55 PM
The Christmas Song
Hope you all have a warm and wonderful Christmas eve + Christmas day!
Sunday, December 21, 2003
12:56 AM
"Something's Missing" by John Mayer
I'm dizzy from the shopping mall
I searched for joy but I bought it all
It doesn't help the hunger pain
And a thirst I'd have to drown first to
ever satiateI can't be sure that this state of mind
Is not of my own design
I wish there was an over-the-counter test
For loneliness like this
Something's missing
And I don't know how to fix it
Something's missing
And I don't know what it is
Saturday, December 20, 2003
03:11 AM
"Follow You Down" by the Gin Blossoms
I learned today that being on an emotional hangover for two days is very unbecoming of me. I also learned that spending the day with your best friend, and cutting the strings of the puppetmaster, is the best remedy. I watched How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days again, and I love that movie. What good chick flicks are about. Last night I watched Down To You -- what bad chick flicks are about.Happy Hannukah!
Thursday, December 18, 2003
07:59 PM
"Tracing" by John Mayer
The holiday season is a terrible season to be single; an even more terrible season to be swimming in the remorse of relationships lost. I'm staying home alone on a Friday night, looking back on old love -- or lack thereof. It's wonderful to see all my friends happily tucked away in couples, learning their way through relationships. It's nice to see love exist.I just wish that love could find a home with me.
Monday, December 15, 2003
12:34 AM
"This Charming Man" by the Smiths
So I'm cleaning out my old computer right? We're talking ninth grade papers old. We're talking Windows 95 old. But with that old means a four year time capsule of my high school career. I uploaded a lot of stuff that I need to put onto CDs and save for nostalgia purposes -- stuff that I need to deal with on my new computer when I go back to school in January. As I was weeding through a bunch of saved things -- some having the same sentimental value, some having more, some having less -- I found my old music collection. My new music collection on my new computer is of course, 7x the amount of this one -- but I realized I left out a lot of good ones. Like a lot of Smiths songs. But...I had a phase. I'm over it now and am under their charm again, I think I may need an album soon. Le sigh.
I deleted a lot of old conversations that mean nothing now, and uploaded a lot that will always have a kitschy first-love quality. What our grandmothers had of faded brown letters in cookie boxes, I have of conversations in .htm files on CDs. I realize now how silly I was, but there is something about that innocence in the tone that will always make me smile. And who knows -- I could always lift conversation for future reference in my writing. Or use it as inspiration.
Your life is a good, good thing. Everything happens for a reason, and I know it is terribly cliche -- so much that I should be revoked of my Literature/Writing major rights, but c'est vrai.
I'm quitting work, with full support of my parents and a serious dent in my account for a plane ticket halfway across the country. But sometimes that is what life is about -- it all amounts to nothing up in the end. I plan to also visit New York sometime in the future. And do my summer study at the University of Cambridge in England.
There is space for life, and I am embracing it with such love. I am young, healthy, and lucky. I have no roots, and I have privilege beyond belief. I don't believe in luck, so I suppose that it is hypocritical. I was always a big harper on luck simply breaking down into preparation meeting opportunity. I am going to embrace my life; and I am going to embrace you. There is plenty of space for more friends, or better friendships. There are a few friendships that I hold so dear in my heart, there are a few in which we both needed space -- but it is a relief to come home on holidays, and we are as everything should be. Please be, as everything should be.
Sunday, December 14, 2003
01:17 AM
"Evaporated" by Tristan Prettyman
There were a lot of entries I started, and never finished. So now they're lost in internet text limbo, where unsent AIM messages and deleted emails go.I was reading my archives, and realized I was a really bright young lady with a few smart lessons that I had forgotten. One of them being: Everything is going to be okay in the end; if it's not okay, it's not the end. And the other being that I have free long distance on weekends -- could this possibly be true? Let's test it out shall we? If you want a long distance call from me, or a call from me at all -- baby let me know.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
03:43 AM
"I Can't Go For That" (covered) by Jason Mraz
I will not have a crush on every boy.
I will not have a crush on every boy.
I will not have a crush on every boy.
I will not have a crush on every boy.
I will not have a crush on every boy.
Tuesday, December 9, 2003
01:59 AM
"I Can't Go For That" (covered) by Jason Mraz
This song is so fucking sexy done by Mraz. I'm just dancing in my room alone, instead of studying for anthropology like I should be. Now tell me, how many people would go for this -- should I post up all my short fiction stories from my fiction class (now that they're edited), or would you prefer to see just the final project? And for my non fiction class, do you just want to see the extended projects (i.e. midterm = drag queen spectacle) or first drafts as well (i.e. essay on Love)? Or does no one give a fuck and we should all just get naked and make love?
01:36 AM
"I Can't Go For That" (covered) by Jason Mraz
Because I am avoiding studying for my anthropology final, I will fill out this meaningless drivel survey instead. I borrowed it from Jinra, so you can blame her.I also finished almost all my Christmas shopping. Shopping makes me happy.
Five Things You would do with $1,000,000
1. Finally fulfill my life destiny to be an heiress.
2. Buy myself a pair of Manolo Blahniks, and presents for all my friends.
3. Pay off my parent's house, my college tuition, my brother's tuition.
4. Invest in property: a house in Los Angeles, an apartment in New York, etc.
5. Donate to Make-A-Wish foundation
10 Years Ago, I...
1. was in fourth grade
2. met my best friend, Cathy
3. started a bracelet company with Cathy
4. started wearing glasses
5. moved to my house now
5 Years Ago, I...
1. was in love with Hanson
2. was a freshman in high school
3. wrote my fourth novel
4. was a modern day bohemian
5. had a guy best friend, who I tried to convince was gay
3 Years Ago, I...
1. got my license (on the first try, Jinra!)
2. learned how to break up a bad relationship
3. found my solid group of good friends
4. met Jason Mraz
5. started playing guitar
1 Year Ago, I...
1. moved to San Diego to go to college
2. graduated high school
3. fell in love, and consequently suffered a dangerously broken heart
4. followed that up with having a series of intense flings that fizzled out quickly
5. had long hair
So Far This Year, I...
1. cut my hair short
2. learned to adapt better
3. met a lot of amazing artists in San Diego
4. made myself a home
5. dropped my digital camera in the ocean
Yesterday, I...
1. wrote a seven page paper comparing Scarface 1932 to Scarface 1983
2. revised my profile on Pete
3. read my anthropology reader
4. woke up at 11am and thought it was 1pm
5. fell in love again with Shy That Way
Today, I...
1. ate a whole salad
2. finished my Christmas shopping for my friends
3. had a good conversation with my mom & Jin (separately)
4. turned in two finals
5. studied intensely for 2 hours with a new friend for a final tomorrow
Tomorrow, I Will...
1. take my anthro final at 11:30a
2. finish my profile on Pete
3. dance like a crazy motherfucker
4. go to the gym
5. love
Monday, December 8, 2003
02:00 AM
"Shy That Way" by Jason Mraz & Tristan Prettyman
Staying up late for finals is fun, kids!
Sunday, December 7, 2003
08:49 PM
"All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Mariah Carey
Christmas...the new Valentine's Day?Hmm...I think I'm onto something.
All I want for Christmas is you.
02:58 AM
"All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Mariah Carey
I saw Love Actually tonight, and went to December Nights at Balboa Park. I started my shopping yesterday.Yes, I am a sucker for Christmas. I've got a Christmas playlist, lights up around my room, and lots of love. I am a sucker for all holidays -- but after the food-induced afterglow of Thanksgiving, Christmas is the best. It's a holiday deserving of a season.
I can't wait to do more holiday shopping, hang up lights and decorate at home, read good books while snuggling up with a cup of cocoa, and wearing fuzzy sweaters and playing games with friends by the fireplace.
Saturday, December 6, 2003
01:27 AM
"I'll Back You Up" by Dave Matthews Band
(stolen from Gina)Five Books
1. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown
2. I'm The One That I Want by Margaret Cho
3. Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger
4. Dialogues in Paradise by Can Xue
5. A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf
Five Songs
1. "Shy That Way" by Jason Mraz & Tristan Prettyman
2. "Warming Up To Me" by Jason Mraz
3. "Me Against The Music" by Britney Spears & Madonna
4. "I Can't Go For That" (covered) by Jason Mraz (Hall & Oates)
5. "Title & Registration" by Death Cab for Cutie
Five Current Obsessions
1. Laptops
2. Coffeehouses
3. Sephora
4. Applications
5. Double Majors
Tonight, Ann & Jin's last show of the quarter.
2:00 - 4:00a
www.ksdtradio.org
01:13 AM
"Cavatina" by John Mayer
you're the blonde! you love to goof around and love
to be the center of attention...who knew blondes
always had the most fun!
What Pin Up girl are you?
Thursday, December 4, 2003
03:42 PM
"Back Here" by BBMak
To: You
Re: The Last EntryUmmm for those who didn't get it, I was being sardonic. I didn't realize I had to make it even more glaringly obvious that I was being ironic; brevity is the soul of wit. I thought that subtlety would be caught on by the people who read this. Let me spell it out for you: because of your clearly preconcieved low notions of my character, you think that I would be so hypocritical and not even notice. Right. Although don't let this be a note that I don't have a distaste for livejournalers, I still do. I earn the right to design an online portofolio of my work, and keep a daily log because I built it. I wrote all the HTML code, I bought the domain, space and server, and I know what I'm doing with my css, html, etc. With livejournal, any old dumbass can register for a place to write in with a code someone else gives them. That's not to say some people don't make substantial use of it and write brilliant things that are at the same time stimulating and heartbreakingly beautiful; nor to say that the people who say 'It's finals week, blargh' are not making use in their own way -- I'm just judging their space as wasteful and serving only to indulge of both exhibitionist and stalker tendencies. I completely agree with my professor that that is the shit that happens when children are allowed to run around with all the resources to produce and create without guidance. I'm not going into anymore detail, this is not worth any more of my time.
In any rate, I'm done with you now, you all annoy me.
P.S. I still love Gina.
Wednesday, December 3, 2003
01:00 AM
"My Romance" by Ella Fitzgerald
There are a few things I don't understand:1) Why women are Catholics or Mormons
2) Why minorities are Republicans
Tonight, my film history professor was making fun of the blog phenomenon as internet misuse at its most banal. It's so true. Imagine a sixty year old ex French Revolutionist raving on with "Stupid shit like, 'I ate a hamburger today. It's Finals Week...Blarrrgh!'" It was awesome.
So this means, all you dumbass livejournalers and bloggers out there, please evaluate the worth of your waste of space. Make something of it. Say something substantial. No one gives a fuck it's your finals week, blargh.
