^ some CU-Boulder students are hitting every
county in CO in 10 days. an algorithm plotting out the shortest, most
efficient route was plotted out in Mathcad, by Danny.
Sun May 21 05:15:34 EDT 2006
i am in china! i have taken a crapload of pictures, and they're gorgeous!
the view from the plane over Alaska (and Russia) (and before that flight,
Colorado) was BEAUTIFUL. i mean, drop dead breathtaking. and my apartment
is on the 27th floor, and that is cool too! the view is kinda cool
(basically, you see a bunch of other buildings that are as tall as the one
i am in).
the problem is, gmail and blogger (my 2 ways of uploading stuff) are
wigging out, so i have no way to get the pictures onto here. BLAH! but,
try clicking
here and seeing if this works for you (because it sure doesn't work
for me!). you will see a handful of the pictures that i did manage to get
up. more are coming, as soon as i find a better way to reach out to the
outside world.
one thing i NEVER thought i would EVER ask my dad.
"so, you're holding her wet panties?"
the story:
So, we're at some park near the mountains, and dad and
my niece had run off and discovered a playground of sorts, and the rest of
us ladies stayed back 'cos we were tired and had to pee.
i suddenly get a call from dad...
"she peed her pants!! and she didn't wanna run around w/ her wet panties,
so she's making me hold them, and i don't know what to do!! help!!!"
i just about died with laughter. and so did mom, and my aunt (who is my
niece's grandma). oh man, so awesome. poor dad.
so yeah. she's a handful. of wet panties, apparently. BAHAHAHAhahahhaha.
:)
the eye saga: is it normal to have to make
like a half dozen extra trips to an eye place to get your regular eye exam
+ some contacts?
trip 1: the initial exam. she prescribes contacts that are less
strong than the ones i had been wearing. whoever heard of eyes getting
better? oh well. but--both eyes blurry, left especially. called doctor
about blurriness
2: to pick up trial left contact. turns out the doctor left me the same
contact strength as the one she gave me to begin with. called her again.
left many messages
3: to pick up trial left contact, take 2. it's the correct one. put it in.
experience immense eye discomfort, at first in both eyes, then only left.
too terrible to bear
4: to get eye pain checked out. apparently i got a scratch after the 2nd
trial left lens
5: to follow-up on the scratch as per instructions, and to ONCE AND FOR
freakin' ALL get my prescription set straight. the office is closed
because the doctor left town. get sent to the eye doc in the Costco in
Westminster....
6: to see the eye doc's husband. he's all booked. am asked to come back in
an hour
7: to see him again - this time he mercifully squeezes me in. looks at my
eye - scratch healed. checks my eyesight - am given a prescription for
lenses that are the exact same strength i had to begin with, before
all this.
phew. finally all stocked up on lenses, and i can see, and there is no
pain. thank god... :)
so, .. um, .. i kinda don't want to go to the Costco eye doc in Superior,
CO anymore. kinda sorta not worth 6 extra trips to costco.
wow. ok, so i knew my little niece was a handful. (as in, if i were as bad
as she is when i was her age, mom would LONG ago have grabbed her rolling
pin and made cookies outta my ass). but at the last horrific tantrum all i
could do was stand there in shock.
so first of all the little klepto has been laying claim to my belongings,
little by little, day by day. if she finds it and nobody sees her take it,
she runs to the guest room and stashes it in her luggage. (we've
discovered countless casualties by now, along w/ fistfuls of loose
change). but if you see her take it, and if you happen to need it, she
will run. and scream. and throw an eardrum-tearing fit if you try to take
it away.
so, if you *really* need it, have fun. otherwise, .. probably not worth
the fight.
so, the latest stolen object is one of those tape-like whiteouts that come
on a roll and you press down and it covers up your booboo (not sure how
else to 'splain it but you know what i'm talking about). so mom and
auntie're like, "um, do you need this?" and i'm like, .. feh. so, she's
playing with it. and then she broke it.
so, my aunt's trying her darndest to fix the damn thing, all the while the
little toots is beating her legs w/ all her might, and crying, and yelling
at her.. (meanwhile it's like.. um, first of all, it's mine, and second of
all, YOU broke it..).
she funked it beyond all repair so the shrieking increases in decibelage..
etc. etc. etc. (and then whe threw it against a wall, hard, so, now it's
broken + shattered..)
then, i happened to be baking a piece of sculpey (to make a lid for my
mascara) (long pointless story) and she caught on and suddenly started
shrieking "WHERE'S MY CLAY WHERE'S MY CLAY" (meaning the silly putty she
stole from me) and we're all like, um, we don't know, where did you
put the silly putty.. so, repeat the shrieking for a while. then she
wanted to bake it too and we're like, you don't do that w/ silly putty. so
she started shrieking for the kind you bake, so i gave her some, but
y'know how sculpey is - it's hard. you gotta work it.
so, tantrum to the tune of "I WANT, I WANT, YOU STUPID, I WANT, I'M
MAD AT YOU, I WANT....."
yeah. so, i'm not ready for kids. nope. not at all. no thank you.
sometimes i think i'm still actually like about 4 or 5 years old. entering
into evidence Exhibit A: i still think the word 'potty' is absolutely
hysterical. (it is, though!! especially if you think about it. josh
understands). i like pretty shiny things. i'd still love a pony even if
the 23 yr old side of me realizes i wouldn't be able to keep up w/ the
upkeep. hah. oh well, i'm sure there's no time like the present to long
for the past.
things i realized i missed about home when i got home: (since i
already knew before i got back that i missed my ma and pa)
- mom's effortless amazing cooking
- all her friends' effortless amazing cooking
- the endless, endless karaoke
- my bed, because i haven't been able to sleep on it yet
- BOULDER. the way it feels, and the way it is just about the chillest,
grooviest place in the world. i feel like all my muscles relax when i
come home, and it's just like "ahhh. ok. now i know where my socks are."
(rolling
in to chapel hill is kinda like that, just less strong. :) which is
probably why i'm down there so much.)
things i realized i miss about NC when i left it:
- going to chapel hill whenever the mood strikes
- 3cups
- time out
- cd alley
- the music scene
- sam clowney
- little man
i love pandora. it rocks so awesome!! i've been listening to my hot jazz
piano station almost exclusively lately, so that's why all my current
favorites are .. erm, jazz piano. but here they are:
i've drawn an ambigram of me name.. go ahead! stand on your
head and see if it works! woocha woocha! this is what happens when i read
angels and demons, and have excess free time.
the 1000th issue collector's edition thingy of rolling stone is TOO HOT
FOR WORDS. my non-ambigram-drawing time today was definitely spent reading
about all the many many covers of rolling stone and the people that graced
those covers and the fabulous photographers that took those pix. hotttt.
sizzle my nizzle.
i'm home :) and it's been wonderful. w/ the unfortunate exception that i
can't do any practicing because mom thinks jazz is wretched crap music.
what? what? .. at least i'm not into like, death metal or something...
(nothing wrong w/ death metal, but there would most likely be something
wrong w/ me trying to do it). (dentist, jugga jigga wugga).
still have casenote to do.. hard to find the motivation to get on it. i
wonder why. hm. probably being home after a grueling finals 2-weeks could
be the key. instead i'm hanging out with my little niece and reading
angels and demons by the great dan brown.
i want to go to vegas again. :) not entirely sure how i will afford it,
but we shall make it happen.
the beanery beat out the other campus eateries today in the yearly
eatery-ranking bloodbath. :) we came in first for the pro-reviews too. eat
your heart out, chick fil-a!
you can read about what happened here - but here's an
excerpt:
" ... thought that since I was
Asian
looking - that I must be one of those Vietnamese girls that does nails.
First of all, I AM NOT VIETNAMESE. Second of all, NOT APPROPRIATE TO ASK
SOMEONE.
- Why is it that just because Asians are the "nerdy" minority that we can
be made fun of in such horrifying ways by OTHER MINORITIES FOR THAT MATTER
without any sort of defense....WHY?
..
Are you EVER taught not to be racist to an Asian person? Ever? In school?
EVER? On the playground? EVER?!??!?!?!"
this is why asians get mad when people talk about race issues like there
are only two races, black and white.
remember when abercrombie and fuckin' fitch came out w/ that line of asian
t-shirts that said shit like "two wongs can make it white" ??!
this is why asian women get nauseous when they hear ignorant assfaces talk
about asian women like they're delicate exotic chinadolls who don't speak
much english and know how to give good massages or something.
humorous observations are one thing. so is good-humored racial bantering.
(someone once threw me a whole string of racial slurs and then told me not
to throw my chopsticks at him, and i laughed for like 15 minutes. and i'm
not even that gung ho asian (y'know, the whole asian pride thing)). but
shit like A&F and the nail thing is NOT OK. are people confused about the
difference between the two, when it comes to asians??
generalizations are bad. stereotypes are bad. racism is bad.
'hong kong chinese restaurant' has dim sum on
weekdays!! and it's wonderful! i was there yesterday, and it was
delicious. they weren't wheeling out their carts so we couldn't exercise
proper point-and-grunt style ordering but that meant we could just ask for
everything we wanted and get it all at once. mmmm. this place knows their
dim sum.
SO CLOSE to being done.. in 25.5 hours i'll be starting my last exam of my
1L year.. *sigh*. dang. heh, i'd call it my most grueling academic year
but i'm afraid the year i thought i was a comp sci major still takes the
cake.
so i've since learned that aches = getting sick. but i still contend that
heckling food service employees for not being able to get what you want is
as fruitful as honking at a traffic light. but thankfully, most people who
come through are not like that..
pink floyd is freakin' awesome.
there's nothing like feeling broken and then feeling ok again that makes
you appreciate not having anything in your body bothering you. like when
you have a migraine and then it goes away. this is why you can sometimes
find me hugging a bottle of excedrin and telling it that i love it.
now, i love my job, and i am lucky to have it. where else can i plug in my
ipod into some speakers, drink coffee, hang out w/ people and dance around
with my close friends, and get paid for it?
so, i'm definitely not complaining.
but, damn. i ache right now. weekends are rough for this one. saturday,
9:30-4. grueling.. by the time i got off yesterday i felt like i was gonna
die.. napped, took it easy, got up again this morning to work 10:30-4. and
then came back 6-8.
and feeling kinda tired and sore isn't even so bad, but man i definitely
got bitched out today by a girl who lost her duke card and then realized
we don't take debit/credit. is that my fault? honestly. and dude, where do
you shop where you can just walk in w/ your duke card # and buy
stuff? i don't care how many food points you have, don't chew out the
random duke students behind the counter because you don't want to walk 5
minutes up the walkway and across the quad to pick up a temporary duke
card.
then we got reviewed by the lady who does the crazy-ass reviews. ok there
is something i want to know about people like the girl above who bitch out
the employees of food places. have they worked a day in their lives? have
they stood on their feet for hours and put up w/ lip, sass and disrespect
from their peers? been reviewed by the crazy-ass review lady and told in
multiple food-service categories why they're a bad person? cleaned vomit
out of a trash bin after a party night? wiped counters over and over and
fuckin over because people somehow miss the fact that sugar goes IN the
coffee cup, not all around?
if they can say yes to all that, they're allowed to bitch me out for not
being able to ring up their order by reading their food points off their
fingerprint.
so you haven't heard the news?
when you lay a blow this low
don't be shocked to see a bruise.
i won't deny this kinda hurts
but rather than croon the blues
i really think i'd much prefer to
replace you with a pair of shoes
---
ethiopian food is amazing. yay :D
haha i was about to post some of the trish quotes i've accumulated over
the last few days but then i realized that most of them were too terrible.
hehehe. i mean, they're not that bad, but ... they're bad. a tamer one,
for your viewing pleasure:
"... people who like to jack off while standing in front of a mirror..."
"one lick does not get to the center of the tootsie pop."
so, on the food network today they were showing that gingerbread mansion
competition. holy jebus, talk about some ridiculously phenomenal work. and
what killed me was, the judges were tearin' the contestants to pieces!!
these poor chefs just spent the last eternity, not sleeping, slowly losing
sanity and all sensitivity to gingerbread, constructing exact replicas of
crazy mansions from everywhere, landscaping and teeny wall art and all..
and the judges would make them CRY!!!
i just wanted to hug them and be like there there man, i think you're the
shit for making this tiny edible model of some crazy rich guy's house.
it was like a panel of simon cowells, for food. what is the world coming
to?
heh i just spent about an hour and a half hangin' out w/ a kinko's copier
making a smaller copy of my fakebook. let me just say. totally worth it.
so sexy!! so portable!! ... rowr.
it was decidedly a little depressing yesterday when i was sitting in the
beanery studying my face off and people kept coming through, happy,
celebrating, and drunk as hell. at 5 pm.
granted, i had my last day of classes last monday, but we're in the middle
of finals 2-weeks, so.. y'know. one can only feel so good.
what's funny is, now that i'm really digging hard into this stuff, it's
like, wow, this isn't bad at all. this is actually very interesting! .. if
i didn't have a final on this crap tomorrow i think i would really enjoy
it. it's just too bad i didn't realize this during the semester.
so basically what i'm saying is, law school is fun! (if
only the rest of life weren't so much more exciting.)
if life gives you strawberries and chocolate chips, make chocolate covered
strawberries :)
and if life gives you chocolate chips and rice krispies, and candy molds
in the shape of mice, make:
mice krispies!
- like crunch bar in mouse form!
- melts all over your hand, AND your mouth!
- delicious!
- coming soon to a confectionary near you!
Milcho Leviev the Bulgarian jazz pianist was
phenomenal. oh my god. baldwin should have been packed. this guy
was big time. it was powerful and so different, and at the same
time, since he played some standards, familiar too. he even took some bach
and arranged it into a jazz composition. that was just jaw dropping. and
he played bulgarian folk songs.
the part that really blew my noodle was when he and the pulsar triyo
jammed together at the end. O.o wow. the most badass part was when he
motioned to pulsar, held up 4 fingers and then pointed back and forth
between them. and then they started trading fours. and then he held up 2
fingers, and they traded twos. and then 1 finger. and they alternated
measures. BAD. ASS. maddest props to pulsar for holding his own so
amazingly with this guy. WOW.
and then i got a migraine and almost threw up :( d'oh. but i'm good now.
tee hee hee i'm typing this on karen's computer while we are at work. tee
hee. (i've been making fun of her 'cos she's still using microsoft the
millenium edition.) (c'mon, that's funny).
for some reason the beanery tv is on the food channel and neither of us
have mustered up the motivation to change it. so i just learned about how
animal crackers are made (on huge rolling sheets, and are baked for about
3 minutes, and then inspected to make sure they have all their limbs), and
also the history of cracker jacks. and also that you can use dry ice to
make bundt-cake volcanos. w/ food coloring and milk. like what the crap,
that is so cool!
anywhich. i've decided that a decidedly fun game is to guess what car
somebody drives, and then wait to catch them in their car and see how
close you were. for example, my car is very me. it's a white '93 toyota
camry. (though, whether my parents just happened to know what kinda person
i would be when it came time to inherit the car they bought in 1993, or if
it just became 'my kinda car' because i drive it and like it so much, i
don't really know. hm). uhm anyhow. but yeah. and karen's car is totally
her. (a white toyota solara).
someone came in and asked for nerd rope today, and my brain didn't even
register what that was. i kept thinking "you want a nerd room? like to be
nerdy in? i mean, you already go to duke, what more do you want...." but
now i totally have a random craving for nerd rope too. (and we definitely
don't have any...)
ooh another fun game to play is, 'annoy your coworker by hiding her apron
when she takes smoke breaks.' :)
But an even MORE fun game to play is to annoy the coworker by typing shit
in her "wog entry" while she is not here.....EILEEN SMELLS
god, karen is so immature. bahaha. dude, we work at the same place, same
time. whatever i smell like, you smell like too!....
--- (some passage of time) ---
so i just went on a beautiful date w/ my wonderful gay indian friend. he
took me to waduke (and we both dressed up!) and he picked me up from work
and it was a fabulous time. and he told me he loved me :') (i'll refrain
from the "the perfect ones are gay" comments, but i think we can see how
appropriate that would be here).
funny moment.. so we were sharing a chocolate melting cake (the amazing
fresh-baked chocolate cake w/ vanilla ice cream, chocolate sauce and
strawberries). seriously - orgasm for the mouth. i was moaning. i
couldn't help it. i just let one slip out and this girl at another table
looked over at me and i was sort of embarrassed. but then 5 minutes later
she and one of the guys w/ her each ordered the same thing. ;D glad to
help waduke sell more chocolate melting cakes... (not that they need any
help).
heh.. so, i'm slightly sleep-deprived.. caffeine-drugged (because after i
got off work at a coffeeshop i went straight to another coffeeshop -
figure that one out).. my first final of my last 1L semester is monday
morning.. and i'm just so freakin' happy :) i don't know why.
inexplicable. oh well..
i think discovering a paint-your-own-pottery place tonight might have
something to do with it. it was kinda eerie. we walked past a greek
restaurant and when i saw the tables, i was like, "those look like the
tables that would be at a pyop place... i sure wish we had one of those
around, i would so sit down right now and paint something."
10 paces later, there it is. Paint the World, on franklin st. beautiful.
i'm working on a mug w/ piano keys on it, and foot prints.
i think franklin st. itself, as a whole, is like chicken soup for the
everything. i love it :)
today trish called me up and said in her sweet voice, "I NEED MEAT."
so we went to outback, where i proved myself to be a failure asian by
being unable to finish a 9 oz sirloin. (meanwhile beautiful tiny trish
polishes off a 14 oz ribeye, no problem. i know, i fail).
but seriously though, my steak was so rare that when i cut it, it
not only bled, it looked up at me and was like "ow, that hurts." but
apparently that's how outback does its "medium rare" so y'know, if that's
how it's supposed to be, cool. the waitress offered to take it back and
have them cook it some more but then trish was like "personally i would
just chew it straight off the cow but some people might find that kinda
gross." so i decided i should at least give my mooing bleeding red cut a
try.. i did my best.
but i redeem myself on the asian part by watching some doraemon today. (but i know him as Hsiao Ding Dong). i
just learned (from the english subtitles) that Doraemon means mechanical
cat. and here i was thinking the lil' dude actually had a name. naw. just
a description. it'd be like me naming my cat Black Cat. then again, his
name is Little Man so i don't really have a lot of room to talk here.
so the Time article said something about "mechanical cat"
being distinctly Japanese, because of how he's always pulling out
inventive, portable gadgets out of his magic pocket, and he's always got a
positive spin to things. can one say that? is that how Japanese people
are?
i can definitely see how asian this thing is though. saying "hsiao ding
dong!" makes me want to hold up my two fingers in that way that only
super-asians can and say "yeeeh!!" (aka "yay").
oh yeah, i like this quote: "Hello Kitty seems to have no reason to exist
other than to be cute. Utterly adorable, often clad in pink and entirely
passive, she seems to represent what little Asian girls are told to be in
public. Doraemon, by comparison, is as tubby and twinkling as a salaryman
after one too many beers."
'tis the season of the search for the perfect study conditions. it's like,
throughout the whole semester you'd be fine studying on your futon / at
your desk / in the library / in the bushes somewhere.. but as soon as
finals season hits it's like, shit. i need a. just the right amount of
white noise b. not too many people around c. access to coffee d.
temperature about 70.2 degrees e. to have eaten w/in the last 3 hours.
at least, i hear that's how it is for people who care..
(i don't..)
i think i've resigned myself to doing as well as i'm gonna do. i was
stressing out, but then it was like, i wish i weren't. so i switched it
off. i don't think i'm doing any less work because i'm still vaguely aware
of the fact that i should (so don't be alarmed, daddy! (i know you read
this).. i'm still working hard).. i just don't give a crap anymore...
jazz was cool last night.. last one of the semester. i sang :( *gulp*. i
think i sounded ok, except i think by that point my head voice was
somewhat blown so anything high-ish probably came out crappy, if even
audible. d'oh... i wanted it to be good 'cos i was singing it for Gabe
'cos he's leaving soon.. but, practice makes less-crappy, i guess.
they played 'body and soul' last night and i almost melted. that song is
beautiful. the chord progression, the melody, the words, all of it.
*sigh*... it's amazing how a collection of sounds and ideas can just
incapacitate you.
does anybody else think it's funny that when you plug in a zip code in
weather websites (such as the notorious weather.com), the first thing they tell you is what
the weather is right now? it's like, thank you, website. i didn't
know it was sunny right now, i thought it was bright out because somebody
had actually invented a bigger, more powerful flashlight.
i guess it's comforting to know that if ever i was locked away from the
world without access to windows and with only the dim light of a computer
monitor to guide me through life, i can always find out if it's sunny /
raining / cloudy in the world outside by logging on to weather.com.
though, come to think of it, guess who invented websites that tell you
what you can see by looking out the window. people who have no access to
windows.
wow i'm posting a lot lately. that's how you can tell i'm stressed out
about school - i spend a lot more time gushing nonsense on here. (though
in all fairness there's also been more stuff to say like an awesome show
in raleigh to report, and dad's accomplishments to tape onto the digital
refrigerator).
(speaking of that, do parents still do that? 'cos mine didn't.. but i
think that's the asian-upbringing at work. doing well in school is like
the bare minimum. bonus points if you're a virtuoso at piano/violin, don't
talk back, and sit w/ your knees together. oh yeah, and go to med school.
none of which i really did or do.. heh maybe that's why the only thing on
our fridge that ever had anything to do w/ me was the little white board
that said (for like 8 years, i might add) "Eileen: play 1 hour piano
before dinner. -Mommy"
kristina can vouch.)
i need to draw more stuff. and my cat needs a new towel for sitting on
outside the door when i choose to be a cold-hearted ho and not let him in
when he mews to be let in at 5:30 am. (but i always do so i guess he
doesn't really need that towel).
man i love that cat. i think i understand why some women become crazy cat
ladies. i'm tempted! my cat butts his face into mine in the mornings. it's
like wet kitty kisses only w/ his whole head. awww :) show me a man who
can beat that and i'll come out of crazy-cat-lady-tude.
things that i am immeasurably drawn to:
- weighted keyboards
- potato on pizza
- bacon
- 3 cups on franklin st.
- foreign cuss words
pictures from their amazing show last night at King's in Raleigh soon to
come.
there's really nothing like packing a buncha people into cars and going
out for crazy-good tasting pizza, and crazy-good rock 'n roll. needless to
say i had a crazy-good time.
(while in car, me driving) "where's that guy?" (gerst) "which guy,
shankar? the indian guy? he's in that car up ahead." (me) "eileen!!
i'm right here!!" (shankar).
and now, a[nother] doting daughter moment: my dad's department at the
University Corporation for Atmospheric Research just launched a whole
buncha satellites (yesterday!) which use radio occultation to get data
about the atmosphere. and this is the first time this technique has been
used on such a large scale to get continuous data. and it uses GPS.
i think it's kinda funny that i have to learn everything about what my dad
does through news articles. i mean don't most dads give their offspring at
least a semi-descriptive rundown of what they do? when i ask, mine says
"oh, y'know.. just some stuff.." or when i was little he used to say "i
study the weather so i can earn money and buy milk for you to drink." :)
so i sold some shoes on ebay, and went to the duke post office on west to
mail 'em, and Jeff was at the counter, and it totally made my day 100x
over :) i didn't realize how much i missed him until i saw him and it was
just like, wow.. he's like NC family. him and the rest of the PO people
who worked in the BC when i was a senior. john, tanya, missy, melissa.
tanya works on east now.. :') it's easy to get so attached to people
sometimes.. i only got to know jeff and them because i ordered so many of
my textbooks from amazon that i saw them like day after day.
[1] can i just ask why we are getting our news about rape charges
against lacrosse players from the lacrosse players' defense attorneys?
[2] if i have to take ONE MORE ICY COLD SHOWER, i am going on a rampage.
[3] lucky number slevin was a most excellent movie. go watch it!
[4] if you're white, have white parents, grew up speaking english, and
only just began learning mandarin in the last few years of your life.. i
don't care how many years you've been studying it, or how long you spent
in china: try not to act like you know more chinese than chinese people.
it makes you look ... let's see, how should i put this STUPID.
this is especially relevant if your tones are so bad that nobody can
understand you. don't smirk at them like "i guess your chinese just isn't
up to snuff." the reason they don't understand you is not because they
don't know chinese, it's because nobody other than yourself can
decipher the gibberish that just came outta yo' mouth.
---
so there's this guy.. (and we all know guys like this, i promise).. whose
every movement and every facial expression is sooooo full of it
that it's actually really really funny. a long time ago he got my # and i
was like "um, ok, so he's significantly younger than me, thinks he's a
great chinese speaker, and has funny hair... but sure, ok, whatever." but
now every time i see him he pulls this "i'm too cool for you" act where
it's like, say, if your hand accidentally bumps against something, or your
foot catches on something, he goes "heh... that was smooth" like
you made a boo boo 'cos you were nervous talking to him or something and
he just caught you. it would make me kinda sick if it weren't all so
ridiculous. i'd hate to think how little oxygen his head is getting w/ it
stuck so far up his butt...
i don't remember agreeing to lose an hour. where did my hour go? aw peas.
kristina's visit was AWESOME, man! we packed so much into the last few
days. (part of which was listed below). i wore that poor girl out. it was
like thing after thing packed into a few days. but now she's seen just
about everything i ever do here.
done another moot court round
gone to a ben folds concert
gone to a benefit concert for the cystic fibrosis foundation
gone to 2 jazz jam sessions
sang at one jazz thing
sky dove
gotten a cat
damn...
and kristina got [1] her first sky dive [2] an adorable new hair cut [3] a
taste of greasy fried southern-ish food [4] + bbq
if you're interested in some pretty kickass
1" buttons, check out kathryn's button store. she designed all these! aren't
they awesome?? i'm getting a chopsticks one and a latte powered one, for
sure. woo hoo :)
i don't even know where to start about jamie cullum. oh my god it was
fantastic. it was wonderful. priceless. amazing. the man delivers. he puts
on a good show. and he's awesomely talented, and funny!! .. and then i met
the guy for 20 seconds while he signed my cd, and then i gave him a copy
of dillon fence's best + album and he was like aw yay thanks! so sweet.
yay :) i like to think about him listening to it and being all like "hell
yeah these north carolina people sure know how to make music."
--
god, the lacrosse team thing. don't know where to start
about that either. on the one hand i'm glad the issue is getting
the kind of press coverage it is getting because people need to face this
issue, big time - whether they did it or not, whether they catch them or
not. but then again i don't like that people seem to be like "woh,
somebody on the lacrosse team might have raped somebody - that is new!"
rape, and rape by college athletes, is NOT NEWS. this particular incident
just happens to be getting coverage for its own reasons. it's like the
presentation the police gave us when we were freshmen, about rape and
alcohol and etc etc. they showed stats like "last year there were 2
rapes." BULLSHIT - in any given year on duke's campus there were MANY
rapes - but the police only heard about and acted on 2.
--
man, flying is expensive. it was always so easy to just use the miles
dad's accumulated from his trips but now suddenly i have an internship on
one continent and summer classes on another and it's like, .... uh oh.
seriously, how do people travel on a regular basis?
so, basketball incident resolved. basically, i'm not allowed to try to go
to the final 4. that's not too bad.. i wasn't gonna go anyway. *phew*. i
dunno. i can see why they make a big deal out of stuff like this because
ncaa tickets are very muchly coveted and it's not fair to other people if
you subvert their complicated little 'system' and let somebody else use
your ticket if you get one and then can't use it. but on the other hand...
there's a difference between signing up for a ticket and then selling it
for exorbitant amounts of money at the door in order to turn a profit, and
just honestly trying to make the most use out of a ticket that has been
paid for and can't be used by the person whose name it's under.
i'm not a bad person, .... :( ... i promise .....
moot court round 1 was yesterday. it was fun, if you're into pain. the
first set of judges i had grilled me to the ground and then afterward they
were like "see? it's just a conversation, so relax, don't be so stressed."
haha. yeah when i have nice little chats, i, too, say things like
"COUNSELOR, doesn't your line of reasoning lead the court to the
preposterous conclusion that only some disabled individuals should be
protected from discrimination??" even when their line of reasoning leads
to no such thing.
(and then the second round was actually not too bad, and kinda fun. ("in a
sick, sick way," as emily puts it))
what better time to try a stream of consciousness "type everything that
comes to mind" type thing
ready, ... go:
i feel kinda ridiculous. i am so tired anything could happen now and i'd
be like haha ok. but weird random stuff will still stress me out and keep
me up at night. i worry that i'm losing touch with people that i really
care about as friends, even though they're close and i see them every day.
even more, i know i'm losing touch with people i don't see, and i don't
want to lose track of them just 'cos they're not in the same town. i don't
know if law school is the right place for me even though i tell everybody
i'm happy where i am, only they're not allowed to ask me how i like law
school during the semester because i will invariably tell them it sucks
balls. i would give everything up now and pursue music, but it would be
such a waste of money, time, opportunity (i'm so lucky to be here), .. and
i would definitely rather be in law school if a career in music is not an
option. i drink too much coffee, and when i'm tired and wired like this it
makes me think too much. mom says i'm addicted to coffee, and i deny it.
but i am, because i get caffeine headaches sometimes (and mistake them for
other type headaches but then lo and behold, i get some coffee and it goes
away and i'm not tired anymore). i still feel terrible about the
basketball incident because the whole thing just caused a lot of trouble
for people, but i also still think it was handled really unfairly. i'm
nervous about moot court tonight, because i know i suck at public speaking
and being put on the spot and being interrupted w/ irrelevant questions,
and they say this is great practice, but i don't want to be a litigator,
but regardless i'm sure i should be prepared to speak in this capacity...
little kids are the most awesomest things in the whole world :)
paige and i went to this vietnamese place called 9N9 for pho today
(mmmmm..... pho) and the owners' little girl is just about the sweetest
little thing... *gush*
and then i was talking to mom on the phone and she told me about my little
cousin once removed (?) (my cousin's kid). her name's ting ting. aw. :)
ok. so, this girl likes to bite. and i think at one point my poor cousin
(betty) had enough and locked her in the bathroom or something. so she's
sittin' in there stewing and getting sooo pissed, and when she finally
gets out, she gets a knapsack and packs her favorite toys and is all like
"i'm running away."
and her grandma(my aunt)'s just like, .. oh. well, are you gonna come back
to visit me? (and we forget if she said yes or no) and then betty was like
"well, you might wanna take an umbrella in case it rains."
so, off she goes...
keep in mind, she's about 2 years old.
so she gets out there and doesn't really have anywhere to go so she just
like hangs out on the front lawn for a while ...
and then comes back.
i swear, i could not stop laughing when i heard this. can't you
just picture it?? ... little thing about 2 feet tall w/ a bag of toys and
an umbrella... pissed as hell... on the front lawn.
if i ever have kidlets of my own, sign me up for the cute type...
so here's my sordid tale of trying to go to a ball game in greensboro with
a friend, using the student lottery system.
i find out (with 30 minutes left before the lottery closed) that there is
a lottery going on for NCAA tickets. so i rush over, sign up, and then i
realize, .. oh. so, i'll be going by myself. to greensboro. i mean,
it's spring break - every other student i know is either gone or entirely
uninterested in driving w/ me to greensboro to see a game. so, i call up
my friend Burr who comes to campus, signs up for the lottery too, and I
pay for his tickets so i can bring somebody else.
so, the day comes - i go pick up Burr's ID so that my friend Scott can get
in to the game using his ticket. (this, by the way, is universally known
as common practice when it comes to ball games. at least, grad student
tickets anyway. anybody who argues otherwise is trying to be stupid). we
get up to the will call window, and the guy gives me my ticket, no
question, but asks Scott for a driver's license or another ID. wha? .. no
dice, so they compare signatures and turn us away, and confiscate
Burr's ID.
so, we leave, eat delicious thai food (bangkok cafe is godly), and i go
back, pay a scalper $20 for another ticket, and go talk to our friend at
the will call window. who proceeds to basically tell me that i'm a
deceitful person who tried to manipulate and exploit the system to my own
ends, and that i couldn't have Burr's ID back because it's up to the Dean
of the school to do whatever she sees fit with it now, and undergo
whatever disciplinary measures are necessary. wtf???.... though i guess
even if there are any alleged "disciplinary measures" they should be going
to me since i asked him to do it.
but jesus christ. people do this REGULARLY at all the home games. fat
fuck. yes, both Burr and I signed the line saying we understood that the
tickets were not transferable, but seriously - i mean, at Campout, it's
understood that you're going to transfer your ticket around to
other people - the people who win don't go to every fuckin' game they
win a ticket to because that's just how it's understood! this is how
people bring their families to games. my belief that this system
carried over to the ncaa ticket lottery does not equate to me
having to be told by Mr. Will Call Gestapo that i "deceived" them.
especially after i just tried to approach him politely and talk with him
about getting my $ back. i mean, yeah, do your job and be firm if that's
what you gotta do, but what the FUCK is your business sending students
away in tears threatening disciplinary measures and spouting shit about
deceit and fraud? it's an innocent fuckin mistake, not fuckin' DECEIT you
bastard.
*sigh*.
at the only home game i went to this year, i got so much shit from
other fans just for trying to stand where i could see, because they felt
they couldn't move around w/ me standing near them. (this being said by a
girl when there was about a 2 feet radius clear around her). and hello,
i'm regularly mistaken for being a 12 yr old girl. i don't take up
that much freakin' space and you can see miles over me anyways.
oh dear :'( my boyfriend is leaving south park. (and by my boyfriend, i
mean chef). (shut up. lacking a real one, or any real desire to look for
one, chef is going to fill that role. sure as hell beats actual dating. am
i right?). leave it to the scientologist to have no problem w/ the show
making fun of everybody else but book it as soon as scientology gets the
heat. yeesh.
omg duke duke duke. the game tonight is gonna RAWK. haha... i went to pick
up something from my friend emily and she's like "who's duke playing?" and
i'm all ".... um, .... shit, i know this..." (i did finally remember but
it definitely shouldn't have taken that long). i mean, it's sorta
embarrassing how little it matters to me who we play, but.. it doesn't
matter, y'know? i'd still go..
people are always like, "i don't like x team - their fans are
terrible." for example, die-hard wake people (who would go the
extra mile to get a duke ticket in order to cheer against duke) are all
"omg i hate duke fans, they say the nastiest things." and then everybody
else is like "those wake fans are terrible, they're so mean."
uhm, .... duh.. i mean face it, if you cheer stuff making fun of the other
team's players, they're gonna say stuff back, and then everybody is gonna
hate each other. it's all part of having good ol' hearty team spirit and
stuff. you say mean-spirited stuff, get all pissed over nothing, and your
opponent does it back. it's the reality. i don't see why any one team's
fans should get singled out as being "mean." if you're offended maybe you
should step up your "spirit" and start ripping on some player's moustache
or vague resemblance to the hamburglar or something. maybe that'll make
you feel better.
i swear. the next time somebody honks, whistles, yells, or makes some
other suggestive noise at me, i will lose it. there'll be a little square
inch in the next day's paper... "man impaled by stiletto heel belonging to
5' tall asian girl, believed to be 12 years old. she says she heard a honk
and a whistle, blacked out and next thing she knew the police were cuffing
her and spreading her legs."
it's like, hey, look at that piece of meat.
there are two other things that piss me off in less than 0.02 seconds.
piss-poor drivers who honk at everything for no fuckin' reason, and
the third hardly needs to open her mouth more than twice before i start
having to restrain myself from getting into a dirty cat fight.
heh, which makes me think. somebody once told me, "i was reading your
website - is everything ok? 'cos you seemed kinda angry. it made me think
'fpsh, eileen is not somebody i wanna know right now'." i probably do
sound like a flaming angry bitch. but i also think that it seems that way
because the things that rile me up make better stories than "oh
everything's great :) ". so, i should say that in general, everything is
definitely great. i'm on spring break. i am a little homesick, but i am
getting work done, and finally doing some leisure reading, and enjoying
the company of good friends, and drinking copious amounts of coffee. (see?
good stuff is boring). (but it is good).
3 cups has the most amazing coffee i have tasted in a really really long
time. it even beats black velvet (which, if you know me, you know that was
a very, very strong statement).
"J.J. Redick hit two late three-pointers and
the Blue Devils hit just enough free throws down the stretch to win their
seventh ACC Championship in the past eight seasons with a thrilling 78-76
win over third-seeded Boston College Sunday here at the Greensboro
Coliseum." [more]
i dyed my hair today... (back to black).. i
feel
so productive. getting
dye on the walls of my shower motivated me to clean the tub and wipe the
floor of my bathroom. getting dye on the carpet motivated me to.. um,
clean it up. (which made me dig in the basket of cleaning materials under
the sink which made me kill a bug, ew). (it was a weird stripey one w/ a
million legs. oh north carolina).
ike on south park is the meltingest cutest thing ever.
why i won't question anymore that shit happens for a reason:
so i've printed out my appellate brief (all 4 copies, including 2 w/ the
red cover page), and i'm heading to school earlyish to turn it in before
class, .. and have a bitch of a time finding a parking space! (long
story short i just didn't wanna park in the far-away lot (the asscrack of
campus, i swear) but couldn't find anything close.
so after circling around like a fackin' vulture i finally park and run to
class, .. late. so much for turning in that brief.
so i sit down and emily's like "what's this red paper we're supposed to
use" so i pull out my brief and show her. and then during class i randomly
got all gushy about how done i was and thumbed through one of the
official (red cover) copies of the brief, ... and that's when i found out
that my printer barfed on page 10 and printed it on 2 sheets.
oh...
sure glad i caught that one. this is the prof who will take out a ruler
and measure your margins.
trishy and i celebrated spring break by running to southern season and
getting fried green tomatos and bottles of wine. and wine glass flip
flops. holy crap, the cutest thing in the WORLD. imagine a small round
flip flop that goes on the base of your wine glass. *gush*. who invents
shit like that?!?! .. freakin' genius.
[23:00:54] DD: 1) There was no slowly about
it.
2) It happened long, long ago.
[23:00:54] *** Auto-response sent to DD: slowly
losing my mind
[23:01:16] DD: Ipso facto, ergo cum lauden, e
pluribus unum -
you're crazy.
Karen, while playing shuffleboard: "people are going to think you're
drunk!! .. which is interesting because you are sober as a priest."
HOBEX - so freakin' awesome. Sam (an expert on
rock) says that they're bluesy soul funk type rock (and Tea Leaf Green,
the group that played after Hobex, is hippie rock). i picked up the "back
in the 90's" album after i saw them, and here's what one reviewer (with
whom i wholeheartedly agree) on amazon had to say about this album:
"...a bluesy pop band wholly worth your lifelong devotion. The disc
really lives up to my hype. If you don't immediately see the genius of
'Groove Baby' or 'Windows' then you deserve the Britney Spears albums you
undoubtedly own."
so, i got another tattoo.. (shh dad please don't tell mom! it's not that
bad i promise!).. i painstakingly drew out exactly what i wanted down to
the last real life equivalent of pixel, and brought it in and told the guy
"this is exactly what i want." so he gets out his tracing paper to make
the transfer-paper thing and ... made all these changes. i'm like, ..
*blink* ... !! .. no! the way i drew it is what i want! so he would like,
heave an exasperated sigh, erase, and draw something else slightly closer
to what i wanted but still different... etc etc etc.
we ended up bellyaching over it for a while but what i ended up w/
was essentially what i wanted. so, cool :)
"I walked out of my house and found that all the fields were filled with
gravel, and the farmland was gone," he recalls. A typhoon.the name for
hurricanes in the Northwest Pacific.had brought intense rain and flooding.
"I was awed by how weather can change everything overnight." His family
eventually sold the farm and moved to town, but Ying-Hwa, who goes by
"Bill" in the English-speaking world, never forgot that morning.
Decades later, Bill is a meteorologist leading UCAR's effort to deploy an
array of satellites that promises to provide a wealth of data about the
atmosphere.
allergies suck, man. it's tiring! sneezing your guts out takes massive
amts of energy. and then you feel all dehydrated and weird because you
just blew 80% of your body moisture out your nose and mouth. sucks.
so the other day i got a call at 8:30 am. i'm driving, and i pick up, and
the guy is like "hey it's Apple*, how's it goin?" and i'm like, ... who
the hell is Apple? turns out, months ago, i gave my # to this guy,
and now he's calling. not only is he calling, he's calling long after i'd
forgotten that i gave my # to anybody. not only that, he's doing so
at 8:30 am. seriously, don't do that. 1. there is a universally understood
time limit on how long you're allowed to take to call somebody. 2. don't
fuckin' do it when most normal people are either asleep or are not in any
kind of mood to be called by some random guy they don't even remember.
* identifying information has been changed to make fun of
gwyneth paltrow's kid
i stopped at a stop sign and paused there when the guy called because i
don't like driving while on the phone, but there was a school bus stopped
in front of me, and i guess it thought i was stopping to wait for it,
because the guy sat on his horn for like nearly half a minute (and there
was nobody behind me waiting to go, so what the hell??) so i like flipped
out, yelled at the guy that it was not a good time (which it ain't! i
mean, seriously!) and yeah that was it.
oh yeah and another thing - don't sit on your horn at people, especially
when what they're doing DOESN'T HAVE A SINGLE FACKIN' THING TO DO WITH
YOU!
goes double if you're drivin' a fuckin' school bus for chrissake
so i'm late to work because i can't find a single parking spot w/in a mile
of my workplace. and after work i rush over to move my car from its
illegal resting spot to avoid getting a stupid crappy wallet-maiming
ticket. and drive all over. continue to find no spot. and park it in
another illegal spot in the next lot over. dare you to come up with a
bigger waste of 40 good minutes.
an article about JJ Redick. it starts w/ the story
about how he got a tat w/ his grandma. megaprops to his grandma, man. most
people i know wouldn't get a tattoo because they know they have to
be old one day, and a wrinkly tattoo would just be terrible. (so much
worse than wrinkly skin, somehow. which begs the question, what's wrong
with wrinkles in the first place, tattoo or no?).
[addendum of 7:27 pm] ever notice how when we're not nervous we can sing
anywhere anytime, whatever,-it-don't-matta, but when we have to actually
do it in front of people, it's like, ... ... holy shit, where's my magic
elixir with super-special ingredients without which my voice is worth
shit? i've been drinking water like we're going into drought-mode
tomorrow, and as a result i keep having to pee and none of it's probably
doing me that much good. and you know there are lots of things people say
to do like mix tea with honey and lemon or whatever.. (which is apparently
actually bad for your throat though it might temporarily sound good for
your voice). but yeah, if i didn't know i was singing in the law school
Idol in a few hours, i wouldn't give a crap. if i was just going to
karaoke, whatever, who cares. but now suddenly for some reason it matters.
and my throat will be all dry anyway.
and trying to make yourself not-nervous is definitely like trying to make
yourself fall asleep. you end up wide-awake til about 4 am, mind racing,
throat dry, palms sweating, and entirely useless.
imagine funk so good that it made your head hurt. that was tonight at the
mary lou. oh my GOD! and guess who was playing!! Damon Brown and Baron Tymas! ever
since i saw them at Sips whenever that was, i've been thinking "dang, when
am i gonna get to see Baron and Damon play again, they were so awesome...
they'd totally rock a joint like Mary Lou.." ..... and here they are! ..
and Adrian Duke
was there, and he had an electric organ(?) type goin' on too and he sang
and i swear my jaw spent most of its time on the floor. and then during
one song malcolm (the football player / singer?) jumped in and they
harmonized and that's when the headache set in. 'cos i mean, you knew it
wasn't rehearsed - and yet it sounded so fantasmic. i just couldn't handle
it.
so, that's definitely a first for me... a "this is too good" headache.
if ever i'm in a shitty mood there's one possible solution... i can toss
back a swig (sip) of alcohol to remind myself that i can always feel
worse..
y'know how they say that one shouldn't take it seriously when a guy says
"i'll call you later" (ie in a date situation) because that's just
something nice/polite to say whether or not they'll actually do it? i've
been wondering about that. like, while i see the point that you can't
always be like "HEY he said he'd call!! bastard." - i think it definitely
depends on a lot of stuff. like, if he says it casually in a "filler
material for a proper goodbye" type way, yeah, don't expect him to call
but be glad if he does. but if you've just had a fabulous time and he says
it in a "i mean it" way...
or basically what i'm wondering about is, how much can you hold people to
things they say they'll do? (regardless of what it is or what context).
like for example, y'know how people say things like "i got you something
for christmas!" and then 3 months later they haven't given you anything?
it's like, you would never have minded that they didn't get you
anything... but they said they got you something (and maybe you gave them
something to reciprocate)... so, .. it's not like you're mad, but you're
still like "so, why did you say you got me something?" y'know? or when
someone says "let's hang out / let's get dinner / let's meet at x time!"
and it doesn't happen despite your efforts to make yourself available or
whatever the situation required - it's like, why did you say it if you
didn't intend to follow through?
i dunno. sometimes i wonder if i expect too much or put too much stock in
the things people say. i mean, if this is the "culturally accepted
standard" i should just suck it up and realize, hey, people say stuff they
don't mean, whatever, who cares. but sometimes, when you really hoped for
something (like for that call, or to hang out), and it doesn't happen, ..
it's kinda disappointing.
oh my god i am going to see jamie cullum i think i am going to pass out w/
giddiness. and not only am i going to see jamie cullum but i'm going to
see him at the 9:30 club in DC HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!
i have definitely become too lazy to scan. this means, i'm too lazy to
pick up my computer, walk to the adjacent room, run back to the other
room, get power cable run back and plug it in (because my laptop's battery
is old and goes limp prematurely, losing its juice after like 1 or 2
minutes), plug in the printer, open the HP program thingy, hit scan, wait
for it to scan, resize/edit/crop, adjust contrast, curse the bizarre
yellow tint that occurs after contrast adjustment, edit some more, upload,
post. yeah i think i'd rather just make some crappy stick figures in
photoshop.
(yes, the whole reason i started putting up comics in the first place was
because i like to draw. shut up).
ok so today i think i saw THE commercial that made its product the most
heinously unappealing out of any commercial i've ever seen. wowie!
yeah did anybody else catch that hummer ad? the one where a godzilla-like
monster rampages through the city, and runs into a gigantic robot, and
they fall in love and pluck tree-bouquets for each other and have weird
(implied) monster sex and the godzilla-like monster gets pregnant. and
then the little monster baby is apparently born. and it's an h3.
and the proud parents set their bizarre little offspring onto the road and
off it goes. and it's a beautiful moment.
and oh my god i do not want a hummer.
LOOK WHERE IT'S BEEN!!! do you want to drive something that's been
inside godzilla's womb?!?! and apparently gestated there. that lady
bleeds outta there every month.
so, bloody monster mess and bad gas mileage. and just plain
ridiculously big. that would be one of those cars that takes up 2 spots in
a parking lot, and pisses everybody off. or where like, they're
technically "in" their one spot, but their tires are on top of both the
lines, so you basically can't park next to them if you value your side
mirrors. and your doors.
yeah, i'm not going to buy a hummer in any of my lifetimes.
a friend of mine once told me that i've dealt w/ enough shit from guys to
write a book. this weekend reminded me of that. i sure could write a book.
well dude, since you seemed so disappointed before that i never wrote
about you on here for the whole world to see--here's your shout out. you
demented son of a bitch.
i just realized that i ask my friends an inordinate number of "how long
can you keep __[food]__ for?" type questions. "can you refreeze
meat." "is film on your milk ok." "how long is it ok to leave eggs out of
the fridge." and if i'm not asking, i'm googling.
am i retarded?
like how does everybody else know what to do, and i'm sitting here like
"well ... i think it smells normal..."
how did something like this get in the news? everybody's had a teacher
that tormented them beyond reason, whether on purpose or not. (jon and i
pondered whether this would be intentional or negligent infliction of
emotional distress - we concluded intentional). but yeah. i once burst
into tears at the beginning of class because the teacher (in seriousness)
announced to the whole class that i would have been the sole person on the
"star worker" list if it weren't for the fact that i also made myself a
spot on the "trouble" list. my crime? i had to pee too many times the day
before. (which, in her book, is an egregious wrongdoing. basically, in her
classroom, there was one rule: "don't be a problem." can you imagine if
the Constitution of the US were just that one line? so fuckin' general.
why not just say "kiss the teacher's ass because she has absolute
discretion over yo' ass." that's like a million rules rolled up into one
tyrannical doctrine of toddler-hate. oh my god i hated that teacher. if i
were to throw some sass at her now i'd be like take that!! you thought i
was a runny-nosed snotface w/ banged up knees and a pea-sized bladder.
well look at me now, i'm a clean-faced law student w/ scarred knees and a
pea-sized bladder. yeah.
hm. i think i digress. is it just because it was about the broncos that
this story made it to the media? like, seriously... explain it to me
please.
i think if i were a teacher i would not hesitate to toy w/ my students. i
mean, w/in reason of course. i'd like to not see jon in court w/ our iied
claim brought against me.
the stories my past teachers have told of their pranks against students
are just too good!! how could you resist? there's mr. alexander who would
mess w/ kids who fell asleep in his class like so awesome. like the time
he caught one sleeping so he quietly dismissed the class and went to his
office. 2 minutes later the guy comes running in like "omg what time is
it?!?!" ... "oh, ... 4:06 pm."
ari cohen would sit in one of the seats and wait to see what people would
do about there not being a teacher. and then he would just like get up and
start teaching class.
darn you karen for teaching me about football and making me care about all
this stuff!!! i used to be so blissfully oblivious. i'd cheer for whoever
karen cheered for, just 'cos i couldn't care less. now, we have dirty-rag
fights behind the counter about who's better, patriots or broncos.
back in the day (like, before winter break), i had no idea what any of the
rules of football were. what people saw as "... this was a great defensive
play for [whoever] - lotta pressure being put on [some guy in some
position], but he handled it well by [some intricate maneuver], giving the
[whoever] [x] yards..." - i saw as, "people lined up. people crashed into
each other. created big manpile. ball fall down. people mad."
well. i think the broncos are hella cool for making it this far,
especially since they haven't gone to the superbowl in a while, and the
patriots are a good team, and they took patriot ass and handed it back to
them. so there. :)
man, this is kinda sad. why did both my teams lose this weekend? :(
*sniffle*
karen and i were like killing ourselves while watching it at work.
arrrrgggghhh. like, what happened?! we could totally have whupped some
gtown ass..... *sigh*
this leads me to this question... why do we care so hard sometimes about
sports teams? i said "yay broncos!" to karen the other day and she almost
maimed me. (she (in case you hadn't guessed) is fond of the patriots). the
end of today's game left us both a little sick to the stomachs, and it's
like, wait, i thought we get into sports 'cos it's fun and stuff, not to
pin our emotional stability on something that fickly fluctuates as much by
chance as by measures of skill.
addendum of 12:15 am est Sunday:
absolutely the most hilarious thing i heard today:
bob, on why women are crazy to consider dating men: "like, seriously.
would you buy a car that had important parts just dangling from its
undercarriage? i sure wouldn't. ... besides, good cars are
self-lubricating"
at anthony's request i'm bitching about him saying he "was planning to
write me back" but still hasn't. (i didn't even say anything, like "hey,
why haven't you written me" or "hey you total ass-faced loser what the
hell is your fuckin' problem?!" -- all i said was hey. but it looks like
some people just can't get enough of me being a cranky bitch!
so here we go.
hi anthony :) have fun in vegas. marry someone cute :)
i have a question - maybe somebody who reads this knows something about
econ and can enlighten me, because i know nothing (and by nothing i mean,
i have negative knowledge of econ - what i do think i know about econ is
probably wrong).
so when i took that wretched intro econ course back when i was an innocent
sophomore who walked casually into the gaping sharp-toothed mouths of
weeder classes, the crazy lady (ie tiny speck at the front of the room,
approx 2 miles away) taught us that marginal cost (or whatever it's
called, i could barely hear either) means that sometimes, when it's
already going to cost you a certain amount to do something (such as fly an
airplane from point A to B), it wouldn't really cost you that much
to add a couple more people to fill some empty seats. therefore, for
things like plane flights, people can get tickets for cheapy if they're
booking close to the flight because if the airline doesn't sell those
tickets, they're just gonna be empty anyway - might as well make
something for those seats.
so why under the friendly skies are tickets so freakin' expensive the
closer you get to the day of the flight?.... do we have some sort of
competing mechanism going on? like, "if people are booking the ticket this
last minute, they must really really need to go, so they'll pay whatever
we ask..."
they probably would only book so last minute out of need because
they know that last minute tickets are so expensive.
Test for whether or not a campus is retarded:
Does it take more than an hour to get from point A to B.
Results for Duke University: Yes
holy crap. don't even get me started. i was late to piano because of it,
and i was late to my next class after that (about an hour and a half after
the end of piano) because of it. (though i'll acknowledge that i did
futilely try to use the time to retrieve a book for that next class from
the post office. but, honestly, wasn't i reasonable to believe that a full
hour and a half was enough to go to the post office (5 minutes away),
stand in line, and pick up some mail?)
and apparently, all this running around is useless because we're gonna be replaced so very very soon. guess i
won't even have to worry about whether or not i pass the bar.. more like,
how thick and heavy of a bar can i use against these chunks of metal in
order to preserve my professional worth.
i'm about to lose my mind, i am so hungry. ahh yes.. i'm definitely back
at law school.
y'know how white people go "are you chinese?" and then when you say,
"actually my parents are from taiwan so i'm taiwanese," they go "oh, well,
that's like, the same thing." and worse they just sorta lump all the
little ones together like japan, korea, cambodia, burma, ..
oh. or they use the O word.
"oriental."
but then when you ask them what they are ancestrally, they say "i'm
a french irish scottish english german mutt. i got 32.452% english from my
mom's side, blah blah blah blah ...."
oh.
'cos ... all those different types of white are SO much more different. i
mean i can appreciate that there are some pretty solid differences from
one region of europe to another, but if you're gonna tell me that you're x
% french because your great-aunt nth removed lived there, i get to
distinguish taiwan from china.
i think i'm going to start calling myself a chinese-taiwanese mutt.
or maybe i'll use the race categorizations used on paperwork. "i'm east
asian or pacific islander. you?"
the darndest thing is coming outta mom's mouth. over and over and over
'cos she's learning it. it's "one more chance," by madonna. wow.
seriously, i think it's the hippest thing i've ever heard her sing and
it's pretty exciting. step aside, peter paul and mary. we're making room
for a lady w/ cone tits.
and i love it! i love it so much!:) :)
so, done/todo over the holidays:
get mom to not only sing english
songs, but english songs by one of the most fabulous female
vocalists of all time
redesign website
practice jazz
practice jazz enough
finish reading "the lovely bones,"
finally
crochet 4 hats and 1 scarf
crochet a lil' kitty
paint something w/ pastels
... successfully
eat pop rocks
hang out w/ & catch up w/ my best
girl friends in the whole world
think about duran duran
squeal about duran duran
look at pictures from the march
and july duran duran concerts
nearly pass out
- migraines - oh my god. ok i know guys get these
too but let me tell you something. i (and many other women) get mine every
month, almost without fail. you know what else happens every month? yeah.
and it all happens at the same time. so there is like a several day period
of every single month that i (and many other women) are going through
absolute shoot-me-now hell. (sorry if tmi. i'm not all that ashamed
of what my body does, especially if it's annoying). and, i'm aware that
i'm not even experiencing the totally-incapacitating, motherfucker of all
migraines kind of migraine.
- women who sprinkle on the toilet seat and don't clean it up -
frickin' yeesh. you're a grown adult. no one's gonna
clap their hands and laugh and say, "well at least you got most of it in
the bowl! =D ". i shall now quote some dave barry. "If you're a woman
using a toilet, and, because you are dainty and fastidious, you elect not
to sit on the seat but instead hover over it like a UFO from the Planet
Weewee, and as a result you spatter the seat, do not just leave your mess,
as if no human will ever use this toilet again. Clean up after yourself."
- many of zhang ziyi's characters in movies - w/
the possible exception of memoirs of a geisha in which she was just sorta
limp and fluffy. (yeah, i don't really like her that much.. if you take
issue w/ that opinion, feel free to mailto: me and i'll be happy to duke it
out w/ you :) )
things that are quite awesome:
- excedrin for migraine - nuff said.
- mommy - .. who holds my hair and whacks my back
when i have a throwing-up type migraine, and who gets mad at me when i'm
sick 'cos she cares, even if i was snippy and used "that tone w/ me, young
lady!" the night before. mom rocks :)
- being home for break - i don't wanna go back...
*sigh*..
made a few more mods to the background.. got rid of the goofy cheezmoon
dealy that was on top.. hehe :)
i've decided that one of my most favorite smells is fresh ground coffee.
mmm... 'cos you can always smell it from like really far away and it's so
rich and sweet.
sang a lot of karaoke today.. it rekindles the part of me that would
love to do this more seriously.. like really train, and
really practice, and really try to be a for-real musician. but it's
like, .. who am i kidding.. even if i had the talent (shaky), i'm a law
student.
talked to my aunt tonight :) she is hands down the most glamorous person
i've ever met. she's that woman who still wears high heels and puts on all
her make-up before she'll see people. and then she'll go play w/ her
granddaughters. she has like several closets full of clothes. and she's
still gorgeous, and she knows it. so we're talking and she whispers, "do
you have a boyfriend?". w/ my pathetic recent history in mind i tell her
"nope" and she's like "why??" and i give her the generic "oh, just haven't
met the right guy" type answer and she's like "haha all right, yeah! -
take your time, pick and choose!". hehe i love it. :) and it's like, yeah!
she's right! .. what's the rush .. and why settle for anything less than
just right..
been thinking a lot about religion lately.. it keeps getting me all turned
around. right now i'm stuck on heaven and hell and what happens after we
die and all that. and, on a related note, to what extent people's
conceptions of God (or whatever) differ between religions, or between
individuals w/in the same religion. and to what extent are we limited to
our imaginations and how much is external signs from a higher thing? and
how much does all that matter as far as 'heaven' and 'hell' or whatever
equivalents. i always feel like i end up back where i started, or worse, i
end up w/ contradictions. but it's comforting to know i guess that it's
there to think about, and i'm not stuck w/ the fuzzy puddle of confusion
i've been in for much of my life.
dunno if this is a good move... the discotheque was fun, but it is time
for a change, i think. this is all very much in development, i'll probably
be adding stuff and all that as i go along.. links, tagboard,
and such.. but this is kinda how it's gonna look. and maybe i'll even get
around to cleaning up the sketches... the old site is here.
i'm just so amazed... like, right now (yes, in the wee hours of the
morning), i'm listening to twentysomethin - and it's like.. wait, this is the
same guy? i think part of it is, the stuff on twentysomethin sound so
mature and well-established. it's just like, of course. of course that
album exists, people have probably been listening to it for decades, these
are like, practically standards. (and some of them are, anyhow). but it's
like, no! he's alive and kickin' and a young lad in his mid-20's, making
more music! and it's all so awesome...
ok can i also say that ftp-ing to this server is a headache and a half?
(it's half of why i'm still awake... delirious, a little chilly, and ..
still typing, for no apparent reason). i used to just ftp but that doesn't
work anymore for some reason and nothing i try seems to be working -
always some error message. so i started emailing stuff to the email acct
on this server and using pine to save the attachment to somewhere in my
webspace. but, now pine is locked (geh?).. so now what! .. i finally
emailed the background to gmail and used lynx to "save attachment to
disk."
ha! take that, stupid frickin' ftp. i dare you to mess up lynx as
an ftp solution too...
gabe evens
i've drawn an ambigram of me name.. go ahead! stand on your
head and see if it works! woocha woocha! this is what happens when i read
angels and demons, and have excess free time. 
HOBEX
Ying-Hwa "Bill"
Kuo: Launching satellites, refining models, and building community
Congratulations, JJ
OMG THE BRONCOS.
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