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Here we are, at the end. I wanted to return to the old haphazard format for the very last post here. I completely forgot today was August 12, and wasted it watching TV. I found a great French learning show on some obscure channel of PBS.
Once it’s staring you in the face, moving on from something is very sad. I know that “this too shall pass” and one day I’ll have forgotten most of this feeling, until the well-timed song is played or a scent hits me.
What can I say to really go out with a bang? I don’t know, except that this year has been almost personally revolutionary. I’m so much more self-assured and content.
Tomorrow I plan to move out of the transition and into…whatever’s next. Sleepless school nights, for sure. Which reminds me that my sister has been accepted into my high school. Sharing a school with a sibling is something I have forgotten for four years. But I’m excited.
I guess this is all I have to say. In the comments you guys could share your favorite post, and we’ll do a bit of what old people and war veterans do best: reminisce. I personally don’t have a favorite post. There are some that were obviously churned out, some I wrote in an emotional state or a ranting state, and that I’d never like to see again. But I wrote it and there’s no taking it down.
I can feel the difference in my personality, and it’s weird, to be honest. I still blush whenever I say something’s cute. I’m okay with hugs now though, so Miya should be happy. But don’t fret, some aspects of girliness will always remain ridiculous. Like twirling your hair in biology. Fatteh.
There are so many highlights of this year, as evidenced by my page in Miya’s yearbook inserts. Some inside jokes are remembered and some slip away. I’m getting a bit too deep here, but the heaviness of that I am leaving this blog, and it will probably waste away, is just hitting me. I don’t want to leave, at this moment. So I keep rambling on. Letters From Katherine is like a stranger still, I’m hesitant to approach.
But I’m keeping my promise. Come tomorrow you will see something up there, the very first post.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: blog, decision, grapes, Jack Sparrow, Johnny Depp, Katherine, Kevin McNally, letter, Mr. Gibbs, Pirates of the Caribbean, proposition
Hey guys – there is a dilemna.
I really like the letter format from the previous post. Plus, I’ve never like the name of this blog. I started this only less than a year ago, but you know how it is when you can’t think of a screenname. On top of that, I’ve changed a lot in this less-than-a-year. Some aspects of the personality of this blog no longer apply. So, I have a proposition.
“The man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition made by the man who did the waking, savvy?” That’s much shorter when not spewed from the mouth of Jack Sparrow. In any case, repeat after me: Aye, that’ll about do it. Hmm. I suspect Mr. Gibbs to secretly be a Canadian, from the way he says “about”.
I propose that I move this to a new blog. I’m still deciding whether to move everything or to start anew and leave this one. The one thing I’m worried about is losing the number of views I’ve already collected.
The new blog would be called Letters From Katherine and would continue with the letter format.
There. I’ve said it. I feel better for it. Reference. There’s my name blatantly for the world to see. I’m worried that this will be a decision I’ll regret, but then again isn’t that a part of every decision-making process?
Let’s be honest though. Letters From Grapes just doesn’t have that charm.
Thoughts? I’m still thinking it through. For now I’ll keep trying the letter thing, and we’ll see how it works out.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Asian parents, blog, gardeners, grades, high school, homework, ideas, independence, internal conflict, jargon, mediums, National Honor Society, novel, peer pressure, Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest, pride, procrastination, reputation, resentment, rumors, self-motivation, standards, subtlety, technical, teenagers, Youtube
Sometimes what is discouraging is too much technical jargon. When people start dropping names of various cameras and softwares and telling you you need to have them or else you will fail. Personally, I remind myself that part of the fun is finding other ways, and I power on with my plans.
I’ve changed my Youtube account to director, and I’ve on cloud nine about it ever since. Having it up there makes me want to have something to show for that label, and that I’m not just full of wishful thinking.
I was asked to put down who I thought my work was similar to, and I chose not to answer the question. I believe in subtlety, over many things. The one constant reminder I have for myself when writing is “show not tell”. I know we all learn it in elementary school, but I like letting the reader find things out for themselves. Then again, when I’m trying to emulate Douglas Adams subtlety is of a different kind.
What with final grades just around the river bend, I’m going to gripe about something. I’ve got two overlapping sets of friends. I really don’t want to offend anyone here but one group performs better academically than the other. Please don’t snidely think in your mind about how “academics aren’t everything”, because then you will completely miss my point.
I feel pressured to underperform in class. I never thought those words would come from me. Aside from math class, a B is disappointing. This isn’t coming from my parents, it’s coming from my own expectations. And I’ve never been brainwashed into the idea that only an A is acceptable. My parents have been lenient all my life and because of that I try for myself. It’s a waste of time if I go to school to get mediocre grades and not learn anything. And I know I have the mental ability to get an A.
Which is why it’s irritating when my not-so-academically-high-up friends tell me to suck it up because I should be happy with a B. I’ve got my own standards – and they’re self-driven. I wish they would let me continue griping about B’s. The last chem test, I got a C, and it’s screwed my grade over. I’ll admit that in fact, it’s what they told me about how a B is good enough that made me start to slack off. Whell. It’s my own fault, however, for succumbing to their pressure.
In no way do I mean that anyone is stupid. Reverse prejudice can happen. You hear about it toward white people all the time. I guess the same goes here. Let me keep my standards in peace – I pride myself on them. I’m not enslaved to anyone else’s standards but my own. You can insert your own joke here about saving me from myself.
My own parents always held me up to the “did you try your best” standard. But even if most Asian parents are ridiculous, they must be onto something. Their “A’s only” policy gives you guidance in your confusing youth, a goal that stays clear amidst everything else because someone else is enforcing it. Now if we could only learn to balance that with nonacademics as well. It’s okay to remember that other people sometimes know what’s good for you more than you yourself know. As teenagers, we just have to put our pride away and recognize that. Sometimes as adults too.
Anyway, today was the last day of comps and I finally remember what freedom feels like. Two and a half months of my own schedule – a taste of independence without having to actually support yourself.
Crap. Jocelyn just brought home an “early birthday gift”. Guess what it is.
You’re right, it’s a PotC: DMC poster. I’m not sure what to make of this. It’s really sweet of her, I just have internal conflict with whether or not to put it up or not. And it’s a more complicated conflict than it sounds on paper, so I’m just going to take my time and quietly figure it out for myself.
I’d really like to start working seriously on a novel. I suppose I’m subconsciously looking for ideas. There’s always that struggle between screenplay and novel. Lack of ideas is not something I struggle with – it’s deciding which form I want to turn it into. Even between tweet and poetry, poetry and song.
I love when the gardeners come to my house, but only if I’m in the back room with the windows closed and the shades down. In any other room it’s horrible, like an air raid. I don’t know why the back room makes it any less of an air raid, but there you have it.
There they go again – even in my own house the rumors about my high school float about. Jocelyn just related something her friend said about how her sister doesn’t want to go there because…blah blah blah. I didn’t here the last part because the gardener chose that moment to cut grass close to me. Then my dad agreed with her and did what he always does when it comes to my school- said some things about how it’s not that great.
I don’t know what it is, because it’s not resentment. Not when it’s my own family and none of them have been rejected from the school. I hate that people always try to strip us down, to debunk the myth. It is a great school, more so than being the top-scoring high school in California. Nothing has happened to make me regret going there – they have only given me what I expected, and benefits. Really, it’s a normal high school with accelerated courses. You’re forced to do well, and that’s not a bad thing.
Maybe it’s like a self-defense, to reassure herself that if she doesn’t get in it’s okay. It is okay not to go to my high school, but really. Do you have to bring us down while pushing yourself up?
Here’s where I will debunk my own myth. Our teachers do not all give you too much homework. And I’m sure that not teaching and forcing students to study at home happens at every high school – it’s part of the experience, learning to study on your own. Please, hovering Asian mothers, stop telling these horror stories at your local Asian mother gathering. Give your little naive seventh grader some time and he/she will realize that it’s better than it seems. Also, it will be good for your little scrub to learn self-studying. He can’t have everything handed over on a silver platter.
The debunkment of the myth is this: that we all procrastinate. That’s why we stay up until 4 AM. It’s a nasty habit, and one I’m always trying to cure myself of – but that’s one huge task in itself. This year I did pretty well and for half the year I did go to sleep before 10 PM every night. Not so much now, because my interests lie elsewhere rather than on my schoolwork. Not partying and friends, mind you. I want to leave high school and do things – anything. I’m sure these sentiments are familiar to many older readers – if they exist.
It’s not the amount of homework, at least not yet for me.
Asian mothers everywhere gasp and scream in horror.
Huzzah, I just got the email. I got into the National Honor Society.
Just had some sort of weird idea. What if I left my computer on every day and typed as things happpened. Even if that is what I’m doing now in a way. I think it’d be interesting, to say the least. But we can’t have everything so I’m going to consider it for now.
As for figuring things out, no, I don’t know anything right now. I need time. Suffer through these mediocre posts for now. Thanks. No really, thanks a lot. There’s no sarcasm in that sentence.
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I won’t hide the fact that as I read MUSIC’s comment my heart rate increased dramatically and I had to take a few deep breaths. I actually tried to find my happy place, an activity I believed only existed in mediocre romantic comedies. The good news is, I found it.
I will say that the point of sharing that part of my past wasn’t for telling the world I was a really good violin player. The heart of that post, in my opinion, is the part about how no one is willing to believe that great things are happening around them. And not just in my case.
I do realize how extreme the word “prodigy” is. I use it lightly, as I do fatteh, ugly, and poop. As I was typing, I paused before putting that down – but I get slightly emotional when I think about violin – as pathetic as that sounds, and decided to go through with it anyway.
It’s gotten better, though. Before I thought that I had pretty much wasted my life – bear with my former self here – because I had been given a talent and, well you know the story. I don’t pretend that I’m the only one in this situation, or the only one given musical ability. But the reason for my premature mid-life crisis was that I didn’t really have any other purpose in life – I was still looking for things. If you’ve been following for the past month or so, you’ll know I’ve found something, if not it.
That still didn’t give my friends the right to roll their eyes at my then mid-life crisis. When you’re watching from the outside everything is belittled. Knowing that, I try to see things from the bereaved person’s perspective – maintaining a balance, so to speak. And it doesn’t give them the right to crack jokes about my behavior then either. What someone did in the past is laced with ignorance – because hindsight and all that. They may know they were stupid, but – well, there’s just something very rude about making fun of it.
Back to the happy. We – HOLY GOD IS THAT “BIG GIRL” ON THE TV NO DONT CHANGE THE MUSIC DAMMIT
A human stop-motion is in the works for this summer, and it’s a lot more plausible than “Angry Asian Man” and other stop-motion ideas I’ve had. Once I talk to my buddy, we’ll see if “Angry Asian Man” is happening this summer. I’m pretty sure of the human stop-motion though. It’s for a teenage cast, and it doesn’t take itself as seriously as “Angry Asian Man”.
We’ll be asking people to be in it starting Monday.
EDIT: We left the house – another false start for the San Diego Zoo.
Anyway, it’s pretty much out in the open that I have a blog now. I hope Fatherman isn’t looking for it. He asked me what was on my blog and presented the story of a Taiwanese girl whose blog won awards for its photos of Taiwanese farmers.
My blog – doesn’t have a point. I don’t really want to have a point, but I’d like for it to be more than just my day-t0-day events. Which is why I try to share my thoughts rather than what happens to me that day. Would you rather it have a point or to go on like this…I don’t know, myself. I think I’d feel restricted if I could only talk about food, or furniture.
Although this is my only record of my life, and for posterity there are some mundane things I can’t leave out.
Last night was the Journalism internship banquet. Being with a group of girls and just letting go, having fun – that was really great. I sort of liked the relative anonymity. They know nothing of my old personality, so I could just start over and be a real girl. Sounds weird, but I’m rather reserved about letting my feminine side shine through. It’s a stigma, I think, that a lot of little girls have to deal with. Because every tells them not to be such a girly girl and suck it up.
Permit me to rant a little here – I just finished watching “Ghost Town”, and while overall an ordinary movie, meaning it wasn’t extraordinary, there was just one part that was a bit unbearable for me to watch. Don’t tell me it’s just a joke, or that I’m overreacting. The part where Ricky Gervais makes fun of the Chinese because we have funny names. He tries to justify it by saying it’s not about our faces, but it still reeks of ignorance. Everyone has different languages, and we should respect that by recognizing that things may sound funny – but it means something else, and to a large group of people it makes perfect sense. I’m not usually one to nitpick about racism or whatever. For the most part, I ignore racist jokes because it’s really not worth my time. And I don’t know why this time it mattered, it just really bothered me. I was squirming in my seat, disgusted.
DR. FRANK IS ON TV MIYA LOOK NOW LOOK NOW
I loathe Chinese buffets. And I am only slightly annoyed at the people who go there for the orange chicken and fortune cookies only. Like the couple who exchanged the following conversation today:
Girl: I saw people eating crab legs!
Boy: Ugh.
Thank you, American couple. Thank you for that enlightening insight. I really don’t know what to say to that. I can’t call it ignorance, because then I wouldn’t be any better than Ricky Gervais in “Ghost Town”. I wanted to pick up a crab leg and tear into before their faces, saying, “Mmmm. Yummy.” But sometimes I think that Western cuisine, while good to eat, really pales in comparison to Eastern cuisine. When I want something complicated and a mix of tastes in my mouth, I go for Asian food. When I want just plain good, I go for steak and mashed potatoes.
Today I realized I wouldn’t mind having an old movie poster in my room. A classic would be preferred, just for their aesthetic. I saw a couple today in K-Mart, but only King Kong, which was cool to look at but terrifying, and The Wizard of Oz, which I was terrified of as a child. The Cowardly Lion still strikes fear into my heart. I once made my family change hotel rooms at MGM because there was a “Wizard of Oz” theme going on.
I don’t really have much more to say at the moment. I haven’t been following my favorite blogs lately because I don’t want to risk letting another virus loose on my dad’s laptop. I really want a laptop of my own. Then again, I really want to learn Final Cut Pro – it’s the industry standard – but my dad insists on getting a PC first.
As my activities get more and more hectic, I realize the need for the ability to drive. I need it now – or my dad’s never going to get a moment of rest. But I’m going to miss driving an hour with him to LA every week – and falling asleep for half the drive.
Whell then. How many times have I ended a post awkwardly? Almost every time. Huzzah, goodbye. See you later, Alligator. I want to read Lyle the Crocodile.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: AP Human Geography, blog, Edward Scissorhands, encyclopedias, environment, happiness, Harry Potter, ideas, Las Vegas, life, Life in Cartoon Motion, Mika, personality, psychology, Raffa, Star Trek, The Terminal, Tom Hanks, trip, why
My mom is in Vegas with our church. Tomorrow I’m going to see “Star Trek”. Just a few random notes I’m jotting down for future reference, when I’m sixty-five and having my youngest literate grandchild read this to me in an unnecessarily loud voice whilst I lounge in a rocker, not listening.
Suddenly, I am once more in a blogging mood. I’d like to churn out seven posts per minute, but much like Edward Scissorhands, I can’t. This urge probably stems from an inability to write my APHG essay on political geography in “The Terminal”, a movie which redeemed Tom Hanks in my mind. Not because I spent a large part of the movie spewing Raffa’s speech from Life in Cartoon Motion. Check it out, it’s a great album – my favorite. Haha that was not meant for Miya.
I disagree more and more with my dad’s life policies. Funny phrase, “life policies”. Maybe it’s because I’m growing up in the US. Heck, it probably is that reason. And that the Internet (unlimited stream of information) plus my I-need-a-life-because-I-read-encyclopedias-from-the-60’s-for-fun-at-six-years-old personality, has given me a more open mind. That made no sense whatsoever, and I will probably regret ever typing this out, but schwerp. More sound effects.
I think that while genetics do contribute to our personalities, environment and events shape us even more. Isn’t this a fundamental part of psychology? I wouldn’t know because I have yet to study it, but I do think about why people are the way they are a lot. And what goes into someone’s actions. That could be why history is so interesting to me, even if I am one of the few.
He’s been spewing one phrase in particular, about how we must always move forward. That means lectures when we try to watch the same movie twice, or read a book more than once. Come to think of it, he’s been saying that forever, especially when I read each “Harry Potter” book nonstop multiple times over.
Those old encyclopedias? He encouraged me to throw them away because they were outdated. He’s not the bad guy in my life. I think we just grew up differently. My grandparents worked hard for a living, in an LDC – DORKY USE OF APHG TERM – where my grandma and aunts made clothes. It was six kids, they lived in utilitarian fashion. Again, dorky use of English vocabulary. So my dad thinks everything must have direct purpose.
I guess I’m glad he turned out that way, because it’s given me a balance. I’m not sentimental to the point of saving everything, although I once was, but I don’t think everything needs to be practical.
By the way, have you ever touched your eyelid when your finger was really warm? It’s an incredible feeling. Yes, I just did that.
Didn’t feel like continuing my “rant”, so I waited until I lost my train of thought. And so I have.
Hello, how are you? I’m having one of those life-affirming days. Not sure what “life-affirming” means exactly (meaning I don’t have a dictionary definition), but it sounds right. I’ve got some great ideas for summer, and they’re not screenplay ideas. It’s a let’s-make-life-more-fun idea, and twill be revealed in due time.
Whell. I’m off to write my essay and my first screenplay-related writing in days. Sayonara, Japanese goodbye. Imagine my father singing that, because that’s how it’s meant to be.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: blog, celebration, fairies, fansites, film, hair, happy, Johnny Depp, math, optimism, polaroids, websites
The hazy feeling of old polaroids is back. I look outside my window and the flowers on that fat badly-shaped hedge in my backyard is much more pinker. It seems that even in my dazed inspiration, I can’t stay away from a good reference.
What am I trying to accomplish with this post? I guess I’m trying to recreate the feeling I get when I read the various design blogs I have favorited.
I began to wonder why film is never celebrated in that way on a blog. Budding designers revel online in their inspiration all the time – the only thing budding directors ever do is describe their grueling journey to get their films made. Aside from that, there are critic sites and imdb.com, but you know my feelings on the latter. Entertaining, but not nearly as accurate as a few Johnny Depp fansites that I know.
Which, I suppose, will be the primary purpose of this blog now. To celebrate cinema, among other things. Not to say I’ll be a film expert, just that hopefully I’ll be able to talk about movies in the way I wish everyone discussed movies.
And now I’ll just talk about the magical vision of summer I have, which I usually have before summer. That of free time and frolicking. Okay, before there wasn’t any frolicking. And I’d just like to add that I did not ingest any fairy apples or whatever before writing this post. Besides, I don’t believe in fa-CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP
Forget that.
Here’s something. I long to have my hair grow out until it is halfway down my back. Why? Because I want to be able to tie it up into ridiculous ponytails, and heck, just to have the feeling of hair over your shoulder. Short hair is cute, but that’s it. Cute or professional. Of course then I’d have to worry about whether or not to tie up my hair for job interviews and whatnot.
About to embark on the wonderful journey that is math. Honestly, math is just an annoying tollbooth in my day. I have to do math homework to move on to other things (ideally, although usually I sneak under the bridge and past it).
Oh joy. Hyperbolas. I’d much rather be talking about hyperbolies.
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AP Human is in two days. Am I afraid? Not really, ask me again when the day comes. I’ll be freaking out and wanting to die.
Human nature is so strange. I find it fascinating that within less than a day someone can be completely different, unable to remember how they felt just an hour ago.
My sister is beginning her “hormonal” stage. And because I’ve been unbelievably happy for a year, I can’t remember how it feels to feel like a failure. By the transitive property, I’m not very comforting.
There’s really nothing to blog about. There’s an hour by hour commentary of my thoughts running on twitter, but there’s really nothing that angers or upsets me enough to be ranted about in a full-length post.
Although my dad did annoy me a bit today.
But that’s not what you’re here for. What are you here for?
I’m racking my brains for something to blog about. Nope. Wow…let’s analyze this situation dorkily. But first, I dare you to define analyze.
Analyze: to take apart and examine each individual part. Correct!
I’m so happy that I have encountered blogger’s block. Guh, I just invented one of those nasty invented phrases.
Definitely! I wish, I wish, to use this rhyme, to go back home until next time. I used to hate “Dragon Tales”. I thought Ord was a fatteh, which he was, and Cassie was a poop. I like Ord now, maybe because I identify with him.
I like balancing things. Is there a job where you get to physically balance things? Oh my goodness, at my birthday we shall have a great balancing contest. 
Meanwhile, Sushi’s birthday is this Saturday and I’ve got her vegetarian cookbook waiting to be wrapped. She’d say, “That’s what I get for not stopping three of my buddies from each giving Grapes Border’s gift cards for Christmas.” And guess what? There’s still $20 left, so Amanda gets to be the next lucky book recipient.
Today at lunch we talked about meats. If we had an Australian Club at our school there’d be trips to Outback Steakhouse and samples of vegemite. Fruit salad, yummy yummy. I imagine kangaroo to be chewy and koala to be a fatteh. Sushi loved this conversation, especially when Amanda described how in China there was this market and in a butcher shop hung bulldogs. Delicious walnut.
I’d like to see “Star Trek”, but I only have one free movie ticket left and I’d like to save that for ”Public Enemies”.
Edit: This post was meant for yesterday, but my computer pooped out on me.
And now, for today.
I’m pretty sure I have a concussion from hitting myself in the back of the head. There was a cause, just so you don’t think I’m too much of an idiot. Apparently my hair was sticking out in the back. Don’t you dare laugh. Stop that!
Although, I do feel like an idiot sometimes. I have ranted about this before, so it must be PMS season, but I adopt this little kid persona and people talk down to me, even if they mean well. 
I’m excited but anxious for these next two weeks. Goodness gracious, it will be fun but really busy. I think this will be one of those rare moments when I wish for a quiet moment. And that’s why I’ll probably take a nap after this.
I’m scared though…after you get a concussion, if you sleep, do you never wake up!?!?
And what if I hit myself too hard and the same thing that happened to Natasha Richardson happens to me?
This could be the last you hear from me. This and my tweet about this. Miraculously, I haven’t thought of twitter for an entire day. Huzzah.
Well. That cycle has been broken, by the creation of three very clever tweets.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: AP Human, blog, chemistry, deepness, dreams, failure, fangirl, fanvideos, Johnny Depp, life, math, movies, movivation, obsession, phases, procrastinating, Thursday, wishing
I dislike Thursdays for one major reason: it is stealthy.
By the time Thursday rolls around, you think you’re done, relief has finally come your way. There’s always that little “ping!” that reminds you that there’s another stupid day around the bend. Just around the river bend. And that yes, you do have to do homework; there is no guilt-free procrastinating about today.
Another day of math and such.
What is it about math and chem that makes me unable to keep my eyelids open? Is it the high wavering voice of Ms. Breik that lulls me to sleep? Or is it the glare of the smartboard?
Something smells like death in my house. Or rotten bananas, but death sounds so much more dramatic.
My life goes through phases now,
1. extreme motivation – I write a lot, get a lot of ideas
2. materialistic wishing – I online window shop.
3. one day – I dream about stuff like sailing in Maine, having my own cubicle.
4. deepness – What its name implies. I get nostalgic, discouraged, and unmotivated. Also, my friends suck more during this phase.
At the moment, I’m at materialistic wishing.
And is it bad that I’m reading the blog of someone I know and I feel outfanned by her? Meaning I must prove my former obsessiveness. But I’m lazy, and have a lot of homework. Doesn’t mean I’m doing it though. Also, Johnny Depp fansites have sort of died lately. I think it’s because 2008 was a stealthy year for him. But 2009 onwards is most probably huzzah. Huzzah.
Yeah, my obsessing failed. It’s nice though, not to check on every single poll to see if he’s winning. There’s less resentment in my life, less competitiveness over things that, in the long run, probably hurt more than help.
I always start my week sure that I will finish early every day. Then Thursday rolls around and it is a failure.
Like today, like now, when I’ve finally realized I’ve got 3 key concepts in Human to read.
And now, I am nostalgically watching fanvideos. Figures.
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Valentine’s day, the day that says, “Roar. Celebrate love and all things red, pink, and lacy,” has passed.
Sure. So here I am, cheesy cute pictures in hand, ready to “celebrate love”. Albeit a few days late.
…Yeah, not many thoughts on this topic. It’s kind of a vast blank desert in there, the ones with the fine sand so white it blinds your eyes and you die of blindness rather than starvation.
By the way, I caught a glimpse of Nanalan’ on TV. Now I know…6 PM is happy time. Huzzah.
Alrighty, Friday we celebrated Suyoung’s birthday – eating sushi and watching “He’s Just Not That Into You”. Gosh. The girliest movie I’ve seen in a long time. They used the angle a lot, but there were some cute parts. Escapist cute, but I gave in.
Then we bought a bunch of fattening snacks and hung out at Tiffany’s house. Huzzah?
Yesterday though, that was fun. We went up to Big Bear with my church and played in snow that was over a foot deep. That is truly huzzah. And watched “The Dark Knight” for the millionth time.
I got a haircut Saturday though. It’s super short again, huzzah! Afterwards my mom and I went to the mall in Huntington Beach and discovered this awesome store, World Market, which I’ve always sort of known in the back of my mind but never went inside. Then we went to this department store and she was like, “Why don’t you buy a bra as well?” and I was like,
QUEL HORREUR!
But she insisted. So I looked. Gah. All frilly and lacy and scandalous.
Finally, we went to check out. Unfortunately, the cashier was a guy, so I settled for stealthily laughing at his awkwardness, especially when he couldn’t get the bras into the bag.
So. Awkward bra story over. Now what? Nothing but homework.
Also, new Mika music in his latest video blog. Huzzah huzzah huzzah! Sounds good, now when is the CD coming 0ut?!?!?!
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The night before last night, I dreamed about this guy.
Hence the ambiguous musings from my former post.
But! I now realize that what was more important in said dream, what my subconcious, and maybe God, if you believe in him, was trying to tell me, was that – well, they were taunting me with a cool stand that sold the prettiest jewelry and other miscellaneous things ever. I am sad.
Last night, there were more capitalist messages in my dreams. I was in a toy store, and part of the plot was that I had to sail to save Captain Jack Sparrow. But why would I do that?
“Because he’s a lummox, isn’t he? Well we shall have a magnificent garden party and you’re not invited.”
I want a magnificent garden party. Heck, maybe I’ll make it part of my birthday party.
Moving on. A plushie of Wishbone was in my dream too, and I realized that the little stuffed dog I have in my trunk (in real life) is Wishbone’s son…yeah, I doubt it.
Falling asleep last night, I was afraid that my dreams would contain some of the horrors that have recently befallen me. That would have been terreeeebluh.
I came home from Tiffy’s birthday party, actually tired. I’m not one to be tired after a party, but Amanda and I were such party poopers…wow.
I hated myself yesterday. Everything I said sounded freakishly negative, and I realized that I always say negative things – it’s just that my friends have silent knowledge that we all exaggerate and are joking. But gosh! Is there anything I don’t criticize?
And don’t say Johnny Depp.
More negativity – I hate light-colored wood. It makes things seem cheap and sometimes trying really hard to be modern. No.
I hope no one looks back and says “Oh, I love furniture from the 2000’s.” I wouldn’t.
I’ve realized, however, that I want ugly lace curtains to compliment my hideous floral armchair.
Okay, okay. I feel like I’ve contributed nothing in this post. If I were reading it, I would die of boredom.
But what now?
Because Amanda and I decided last night that we have been detiorating into boringness recently. Nothing is happening. Personally, I’m just trying to churn out a finished script and hoping that I will become a successful director somehow. It’s kind of a distant worry, but it’s really my only worry.
It’s sad that my happiness depends on the amount of activity Johnny Depp and Mika have, but can you believe my luck: they both are holed away. No new movies from Johnny Depp for certain until July, and Mika…when is the next album coming out? I’ve run out of demos to listen to, so I’ve started listening to Lily Allen.
Huzzah! Mika posted on his blog. Huzzah huzzah huzzah.
I’ll be back soon with something to write about. Not from his blog, but I’ll find a topic.
Valentine’s Day is coming up soon – as evidenced by Miya’s every post being six degreed to it, but why would I, an anemone, post about that?
Lincoln’s birthday, too, is approaching. But why should I subject myself to such frightened suffering?
Browsing through various design blogs, I really really really want to redecorate my room. And make crafts. But I’m lazy and I go to WHS. The two go together like…well they just do.
Last thing: It’s difficult to catch up quickly with your old friends when you tell them you recently got rid of your Johnny Depp obsession and yet you keep six degreeing him for the rest of the day. And when you love Nanalan’ and Wonder Pets.
Just saying that you used to be obsessed with Johnny Depp makes one feel like a girl, a fangirl, and squealy.
All of which, besides the first, I am not.
