Yesterday I was on my way to Women's Studies class when I had an Amelie moment. I was walking to class, and I had my ipod on, as usual. I turn a left on this pathway, and a couple of feet in front of me on my right is this environmentalist petition guy. These guys are all over campus asking students to petition.
At first I thought, it's okay, he won't talk to me because I'm listening to my ipod. I couldn't help make eye contact with him though--he was cute!!! Brown, shaggy hair and nice eyes and a nice smile. After our eyes meet, he speaks anyway, "Hi. Do you have a minute?" I pause and shake my head, saying nothing, exactly like when Dominique Bretodeau asks Amelie if she has any kids in the bar after he receives his childhood memento.
I thought the whole thing was hilarious. I started laughing quietly to myself right after it happened. My Amelie mode just took over me. I'll never forget it. I feel bad for not saying anything. I should have said "sorry, I can't" at least. Oh well.
in the ipod:
1. The Skyflakes - Calling in Sick cd
2. "blackout" by muse
3. "hello tomorrow" by yeah yeah yeahs
mercredi, mars 30, 2005
lundi, mars 28, 2005
back to school
I had a pretty good Easter/Spring break. I didn't get out a lot (because of rain), but I did spend a lot of time with the family, which means a lot to me.
Easter Sunday started with a 7:15 a.m. Mass at my church. I like the 7:15 because of the priest that does it. He's a good priest--not too preachy, and he incorporates current events into his homily. Then Easter brunch at my Grandma's--very good (see below). My parents and my brother took me to LAX. I wrote this when I was waiting in the terminal:
It's 1:32 p.m. I'm writing this at LAX. I have a rather nice seat, it's overlooking the tarmack, and I can see Southwest planes landing.
It was a rather sweet moment before I left my family. We were seating right by the entrance to the Southwest terminal. I had already checked in my suitcase, and we were just enjoying the moment. Kuya and I were making fun of these girls that looked like "euro trash"--his words not mine. I was laughing hard because one of the girls was wearing one of those sunglasses that had this white trim that bordered the whole thing. I can't really explain it. It was just so trendy that it was absurd. All of us were laughing, making fun of the things people wear. It's mean, really. That's my family though, and we make fun of each other as well. I waved goodbye to them as I was standing in line for when they check your id and ticket and all.
This'll be my first flight without the dramamine. I think I can hack it. In fact, I'm most certainly sure I can. The trek home won't be so bad since I know what's going to happen and all, what trains to take and all. I think I'm going to read some Philip K. Dick now.
The trek actually was pretty bad because it was raining here, and I didn't count on that. I made it though, soaking wet. This stuff happens.
Saw "Millions" with Kuya at the Block. Amazing film--it was everything I had expected and more. Danny Boyle's great.
Easter Sunday started with a 7:15 a.m. Mass at my church. I like the 7:15 because of the priest that does it. He's a good priest--not too preachy, and he incorporates current events into his homily. Then Easter brunch at my Grandma's--very good (see below). My parents and my brother took me to LAX. I wrote this when I was waiting in the terminal:
It's 1:32 p.m. I'm writing this at LAX. I have a rather nice seat, it's overlooking the tarmack, and I can see Southwest planes landing.
It was a rather sweet moment before I left my family. We were seating right by the entrance to the Southwest terminal. I had already checked in my suitcase, and we were just enjoying the moment. Kuya and I were making fun of these girls that looked like "euro trash"--his words not mine. I was laughing hard because one of the girls was wearing one of those sunglasses that had this white trim that bordered the whole thing. I can't really explain it. It was just so trendy that it was absurd. All of us were laughing, making fun of the things people wear. It's mean, really. That's my family though, and we make fun of each other as well. I waved goodbye to them as I was standing in line for when they check your id and ticket and all.
This'll be my first flight without the dramamine. I think I can hack it. In fact, I'm most certainly sure I can. The trek home won't be so bad since I know what's going to happen and all, what trains to take and all. I think I'm going to read some Philip K. Dick now.
The trek actually was pretty bad because it was raining here, and I didn't count on that. I made it though, soaking wet. This stuff happens.
Saw "Millions" with Kuya at the Block. Amazing film--it was everything I had expected and more. Danny Boyle's great.
Easter Brunch Menu
French bread
Salad with Newman's Own Balsamic Vinigrette (yum)
Mom's Pansit (filipino noodles)
Rice
Honeybaked Ham
Fruit Salad
vendredi, mars 25, 2005
vanity and a bruised bum
Is it vain to want perfect skin? My mom made an appointment for me today to have a facial. My first facial--the most indulgent experience I have ever had. It was amazing. My Mom knows these sisters that own a salon, and one of the sisters, who's a nurse, does facials and massages. They're Thai, and they're really nice. My facial took an hour and 10 minutes. She explained what she was doing, what kind of masques and other products she was putting on my face and all that. She massaged my arms and my shoulders while the masques were on my face. It was great. Then came the extractions--they hurt like hell. I was gripping the armrests on the massage table. That's how much it hurt. It wasn't like when you're getting waxed, and the pain goes away in a couple of seconds. So, she took care of my zits and all that. The facialist/nurse, Timmie (her nickname), thought I was 15 or 16 years old. She sounded sincere, but she could have been shamming me. She said I had really nice skin for my age--I can attribute that to drinking water and all that.
The vanity thing. I really like my skin, so naturally I want to take care of it right? Buy the best products for my skin and all that. Is that vain? I don't think it is if I do it for health reasons more than beauty reasons. I mean, we're given this skin for life, so we should take care of it right? I think so. I remember, I freaked out when I found out that 80% of a lifetime of sun damage occurs before the age of 18. I flipped. That's when I started wearing moisturizer with sunblock; I used to wear just regular moisturizer.
Went ice skating with Chauncey and L. yesterday. So much fun! But I'm sore today. I've got a bruise on my bum from falling, and my ankles are sore. I got the hang of ice skating maybe around the 5th time around. It takes a while. I have a new found respect for people who play hockey and ice skate. This may sound weird, but it's kind of a nice sight when you see someone fall on their bum and then get up and skate again. Just the idea of getting hurt and getting back up again is very poetic.
Shopping with the parentals today at South Coast Plaza. Such fun. Dad wanted a new pan to bake bread in--his new "thing". He likes baking bread, the frozen kind. His words were, "Why should I pound and knead flour all day when I can buy the frozen kind?" We found one at Macy's, so tomorrow there'll be fresh, baked bread for breakfast. Mom bought a clock at Bombay Co. for my aunt's birthday, and I got new shoes at New Balance thanks to Dad.
Things Timmie told me:
1. drink lots of water
2. eat lots of green vegetables (spinach, Asian vegetables), less carbs, and less red meat
3. don't use toners that contain alcohol
4. take at least 2 minutes to wash face and don't spend too much time on the cheeks
5. wear moisturizer with SPF (of course)
The vanity thing. I really like my skin, so naturally I want to take care of it right? Buy the best products for my skin and all that. Is that vain? I don't think it is if I do it for health reasons more than beauty reasons. I mean, we're given this skin for life, so we should take care of it right? I think so. I remember, I freaked out when I found out that 80% of a lifetime of sun damage occurs before the age of 18. I flipped. That's when I started wearing moisturizer with sunblock; I used to wear just regular moisturizer.
Went ice skating with Chauncey and L. yesterday. So much fun! But I'm sore today. I've got a bruise on my bum from falling, and my ankles are sore. I got the hang of ice skating maybe around the 5th time around. It takes a while. I have a new found respect for people who play hockey and ice skate. This may sound weird, but it's kind of a nice sight when you see someone fall on their bum and then get up and skate again. Just the idea of getting hurt and getting back up again is very poetic.
Shopping with the parentals today at South Coast Plaza. Such fun. Dad wanted a new pan to bake bread in--his new "thing". He likes baking bread, the frozen kind. His words were, "Why should I pound and knead flour all day when I can buy the frozen kind?" We found one at Macy's, so tomorrow there'll be fresh, baked bread for breakfast. Mom bought a clock at Bombay Co. for my aunt's birthday, and I got new shoes at New Balance thanks to Dad.
Things Timmie told me:
1. drink lots of water
2. eat lots of green vegetables (spinach, Asian vegetables), less carbs, and less red meat
3. don't use toners that contain alcohol
4. take at least 2 minutes to wash face and don't spend too much time on the cheeks
5. wear moisturizer with SPF (of course)
lundi, mars 21, 2005
mmm...food.
So far, spring break has been good. Last Friday, my aunt and I saw "Bride and Prejudice". I was in a mood to laugh, and I thought she'd like it (she did). I forgot what I did on Saturday...Oh yeah, Kuya took me out to eat with Kat and Kat's little brother Vincent. We went to Taps, this nice restaurant in Brea that specializes in seafood and steak. Kuya loves eating out. He ordered raw oysters as an appetizer. It's kind of gross, in my opinion. I tried one.
I invited my friends to come eat with me at the original Tommy's in Los Angeles for lunch on Sunday. Tommy's is like the best place for chili burgers. It's this little stand on the corner of Beverly and Rampart. None of them could make it though. Dad was going to take me there, and he decided to take me to Pink's instead in Hollywood because I've never been there. The place is pretty famous for their chili dogs and the famous people who frequent there. While in line, I saw Tommy Lee drive by in a Land Rover. He was checking out the line. They also filmed a scene there for "Mulholland Drive". We waited in line for like 45 minutes. He told me that it usually isn't so long, but I didn't mind. Kuya came, and he was so impatient--he is when he doesn't get food right away.
To take his mind off his stomach, we started playing the slapping hands game while waiting in line. You know, the game where you have to slap a person's hand, but that person has to try and move their hands away before he can slap you. Anyway, we were playing in line, right next to the street and all. I got slapped really, really hard--and I turned and saw this guy in his SUV who was stopped at the light, and he was laughing at me. He was with his family, and he was the one who was driving. I told my brother, "Hey, that guy's laughing at me", and I pointed at the guy. Kuya laughed, and I looked at the guy who was still laughing and making a "slapping hands" gesture. I pretended I was furious and dropped my jaw. I made this gesture, like a "get out of here!" kind of gesture. He had a green light anyway. It was hilarious. Kuya was laughing so hard.
What we ordered at Pink's:
1. 3 bacon chili cheese dogs (soo good, yet so bad--2 for Kuya, 1 for me)
2. chili dog (Dad)
3. fries
4. onion rings
5. 2 diet cokes
6. 1 bottled strawberry crush
spring break reading list:
1. Moving Pictures magazine, January/February issue (articles on women and films)
2. Frank Miller's Sin City: The Hard Goodbye (amazing drawings with use of light and shadow)
3. Selected Stories of Philip K. Dick (sci-fi is cool)
4. Why We Lost the ERA (for Women's Studies...boring...)
5. Almost French (Mom's co-worker lent it to her, but Mom said I could read it)
I invited my friends to come eat with me at the original Tommy's in Los Angeles for lunch on Sunday. Tommy's is like the best place for chili burgers. It's this little stand on the corner of Beverly and Rampart. None of them could make it though. Dad was going to take me there, and he decided to take me to Pink's instead in Hollywood because I've never been there. The place is pretty famous for their chili dogs and the famous people who frequent there. While in line, I saw Tommy Lee drive by in a Land Rover. He was checking out the line. They also filmed a scene there for "Mulholland Drive". We waited in line for like 45 minutes. He told me that it usually isn't so long, but I didn't mind. Kuya came, and he was so impatient--he is when he doesn't get food right away.
To take his mind off his stomach, we started playing the slapping hands game while waiting in line. You know, the game where you have to slap a person's hand, but that person has to try and move their hands away before he can slap you. Anyway, we were playing in line, right next to the street and all. I got slapped really, really hard--and I turned and saw this guy in his SUV who was stopped at the light, and he was laughing at me. He was with his family, and he was the one who was driving. I told my brother, "Hey, that guy's laughing at me", and I pointed at the guy. Kuya laughed, and I looked at the guy who was still laughing and making a "slapping hands" gesture. I pretended I was furious and dropped my jaw. I made this gesture, like a "get out of here!" kind of gesture. He had a green light anyway. It was hilarious. Kuya was laughing so hard.
What we ordered at Pink's:
1. 3 bacon chili cheese dogs (soo good, yet so bad--2 for Kuya, 1 for me)
2. chili dog (Dad)
3. fries
4. onion rings
5. 2 diet cokes
6. 1 bottled strawberry crush
spring break reading list:
1. Moving Pictures magazine, January/February issue (articles on women and films)
2. Frank Miller's Sin City: The Hard Goodbye (amazing drawings with use of light and shadow)
3. Selected Stories of Philip K. Dick (sci-fi is cool)
4. Why We Lost the ERA (for Women's Studies...boring...)
5. Almost French (Mom's co-worker lent it to her, but Mom said I could read it)
vendredi, mars 18, 2005
home sweet home
Home is nice. My parents picked me up at LAX. The trek wasn't that bad. It was exciting, really.
I feel lucky at airports, for some reason. My bell choir and I saw Sean Austin at the Portland airport, and he was on our flight. At LAX, I met Mike White (writer of "School of Rock" and the guy who plays Ned Scnheebly), and he was on my flight to Heathrow. And at OAK, this guy who sat next to me at the teminal works on the Star Wars films. He's part of the special effects crew. We were on the same flight. He was flying down to LA to shoot a Star Wars promo. We talked for a bit, and I found out that he went to my school, but he majored in Fine Arts (sculpture). He wished me luck, which was cool, and I said thanks. I forgot to wish him luck on the film, but I already know that the film is going to do well anyway. Airports and film have some sort of correlation in my life...fascinating.
Today, I'm hanging out with my aunt. I think we're going to go see a movie. I won't write as much this coming week, but I hope all of you have great spring breaks (if they're coming up), and if not, I hope you have a great week anyway.
I feel lucky at airports, for some reason. My bell choir and I saw Sean Austin at the Portland airport, and he was on our flight. At LAX, I met Mike White (writer of "School of Rock" and the guy who plays Ned Scnheebly), and he was on my flight to Heathrow. And at OAK, this guy who sat next to me at the teminal works on the Star Wars films. He's part of the special effects crew. We were on the same flight. He was flying down to LA to shoot a Star Wars promo. We talked for a bit, and I found out that he went to my school, but he majored in Fine Arts (sculpture). He wished me luck, which was cool, and I said thanks. I forgot to wish him luck on the film, but I already know that the film is going to do well anyway. Airports and film have some sort of correlation in my life...fascinating.
Today, I'm hanging out with my aunt. I think we're going to go see a movie. I won't write as much this coming week, but I hope all of you have great spring breaks (if they're coming up), and if not, I hope you have a great week anyway.
jeudi, mars 17, 2005
an adventure!
I just finished packing all my things. I leave this afternoon. After my last class, I'm coming back here to get my things, and then I'm off. It's going to be an adventure. This is my first time taking public transportation to the airport. I have to lug my suitcase, laptop briefcase and my Harrods bag up campus, get on the MUNI, get off at Powell, then take the BART to Coliseum/Oakland Airport. From there I take the AirBART bus to the terminal. Agh! Scary. This'll be my first flight alone since England.
I chose to leave today because I really miss my fam. I actually will be missing three classes on Friday. I don't care. I rarely ditch anyway, and most students aren't coming to class this Friday either.
Happy St. Patrick's Day! I hope all of you are wearing green. I'm wearing my green Cambridge University shirt, a brown tweedish skirt from H&M, and gray KangaROOS trainers. On my way to French, I saw a bunch of people not wearing green. Get into the spirit people!
Okay, that's it for now. I'm going to pack my laptop now.
Public Transportation fares:
1. MUNI adult: $1.25
2. BART from Powell to Coliseum/Oakland Airport: $3.15
2. AirBart: $2.00
I chose to leave today because I really miss my fam. I actually will be missing three classes on Friday. I don't care. I rarely ditch anyway, and most students aren't coming to class this Friday either.
Happy St. Patrick's Day! I hope all of you are wearing green. I'm wearing my green Cambridge University shirt, a brown tweedish skirt from H&M, and gray KangaROOS trainers. On my way to French, I saw a bunch of people not wearing green. Get into the spirit people!
Okay, that's it for now. I'm going to pack my laptop now.
Public Transportation fares:
1. MUNI adult: $1.25
2. BART from Powell to Coliseum/Oakland Airport: $3.15
2. AirBart: $2.00
mardi, mars 15, 2005
recognition
A boy looked at me the other day at the DC (dining center). And then he walked over and stood behind me in the line for food. He was close--too close. But it was thrilling. It was real nice to be noticed. Maybe he does that to every girl, but still, it was nice. I've seen him before. He was on this show on MTV, "Laguna Beach" or something like that. He goes to school here and lives in the next building. I think he's too handsome.
I applied for a job at the Borders near my house for the summer. I wonder where else I should apply. I'm only thinking about how comfortable it'll be and what discounts I can get, hahaha. I don't really want to work with food. Although, it would be cool to work at an ice cream parlor. A real one, not like Baskin-Robbins or anything.
dream careers (other than making/writing films):
1. ice-cream parlor owner
2. bookstore owner
3. stationary store owner (like those old-fashioned ones--we'll sell sealing wax and fountain pens!)
4. tea shop and tea room owner
5. cinema owner (a private one, not a chain like Regal)
6. French teacher/professor
7. host my own tv show for the Travel channel (see the world!)
I applied for a job at the Borders near my house for the summer. I wonder where else I should apply. I'm only thinking about how comfortable it'll be and what discounts I can get, hahaha. I don't really want to work with food. Although, it would be cool to work at an ice cream parlor. A real one, not like Baskin-Robbins or anything.
dream careers (other than making/writing films):
1. ice-cream parlor owner
2. bookstore owner
3. stationary store owner (like those old-fashioned ones--we'll sell sealing wax and fountain pens!)
4. tea shop and tea room owner
5. cinema owner (a private one, not a chain like Regal)
6. French teacher/professor
7. host my own tv show for the Travel channel (see the world!)
dimanche, mars 13, 2005
Yay for spring break!
Can't wait for spring break. I leave this Thursday. Woo-hoo.
Things to do over spring break:
1. Go to Tommy Burgers in LA on a Sunday (I can only eat meat on Sundays)
2. apply for some jobs
3. read
4. go to the beach, if it's sunny enough
5. relax
6. ?
recently watched films:
1. Gladiator
2. The Truman Show
recently bought soda pop (in bottles--the way it should be):
1. Moxie's Orange Cream (yum!)
2. Faygo's Vanilla Creme Soda
3. Riggs and Forsythe's Bitter Lemon (really cool bottle, very antiquish)
Things to do over spring break:
1. Go to Tommy Burgers in LA on a Sunday (I can only eat meat on Sundays)
2. apply for some jobs
3. read
4. go to the beach, if it's sunny enough
5. relax
6. ?
recently watched films:
1. Gladiator
2. The Truman Show
recently bought soda pop (in bottles--the way it should be):
1. Moxie's Orange Cream (yum!)
2. Faygo's Vanilla Creme Soda
3. Riggs and Forsythe's Bitter Lemon (really cool bottle, very antiquish)
jeudi, mars 10, 2005
I made him laugh
Today, L. and I had to register for housing for next year. L.'s appointment was earlier than mine, so I went with her to her appointment--something about registering at the same time as your roommate's. We were waiting in line outside, and there was this guy sitting outside marking down people's names who were in line for their appointment.
He was probably a sophomore or junior. He was wearing shorts and the purple polos that all the people who are RAs wear. He had brown hair and was also wearing these aviator-like sunglasses--the kind that are reflective so you can't see the pupils. They were pretty cool sunglasses, come to think of it. He looks kinda like the guy in "Cellular". Very cute.
Anyway...we were getting close. He asks L.'s last name, which is "Lombardo". He says, "Like the street" and we laugh softly, while he's looking for her name. "And your roommate's name?" he says, L. says my name. To which I say, sort of in a mocking tone, "Like the street". (My last name is just like this street in Los Angeles. Hint: the Staples center is on this street.) He laughs and says, "You're right. That is an actual street. I was fudging a bit with the other one. You're cool", and he continues laughing. I made him laugh. It was the best feeling in the world. I made him laugh. It was awesome. I made a cute boy laugh. I am overjoyed.
He was probably a sophomore or junior. He was wearing shorts and the purple polos that all the people who are RAs wear. He had brown hair and was also wearing these aviator-like sunglasses--the kind that are reflective so you can't see the pupils. They were pretty cool sunglasses, come to think of it. He looks kinda like the guy in "Cellular". Very cute.
Anyway...we were getting close. He asks L.'s last name, which is "Lombardo". He says, "Like the street" and we laugh softly, while he's looking for her name. "And your roommate's name?" he says, L. says my name. To which I say, sort of in a mocking tone, "Like the street". (My last name is just like this street in Los Angeles. Hint: the Staples center is on this street.) He laughs and says, "You're right. That is an actual street. I was fudging a bit with the other one. You're cool", and he continues laughing. I made him laugh. It was the best feeling in the world. I made him laugh. It was awesome. I made a cute boy laugh. I am overjoyed.
mercredi, mars 09, 2005
am I hallucinating?
Oh my gosh. I just thought I saw the boy with glasses in a tv commercial. It's official, I'm insane. The commercial starts out with this lady talking really fast on the phone in her home. Then cut to her husband who is standing in the supermarket talking back to her. The boy with glasses (if it's him) stands behind the meat counter, looking at the guy. He wears a red polo (the color red like the cons!), his signature glasses, and, of course, the faux hawk.
I was in shock. It could just be my subconscious yearning for him. His visage embedded in my mind so that I can never forget it. Before I could get a closer look, L. changes the channel--she was holding the remote. I didn't say anything, I was still in shock after seeing the look-a-like. It isn't him, it can't be him. But still. Seeing the look-a-like was nice. I just can't get over him, huh?
I was in shock. It could just be my subconscious yearning for him. His visage embedded in my mind so that I can never forget it. Before I could get a closer look, L. changes the channel--she was holding the remote. I didn't say anything, I was still in shock after seeing the look-a-like. It isn't him, it can't be him. But still. Seeing the look-a-like was nice. I just can't get over him, huh?
Wow, that was fast
I just finished this book today that I started last night: "Time Out of Joint" by Philip K. Dick. I've never read a book that fast since I don't know when. Probably since the first Harry Potter. It was a good read. I'm usually not into science fiction, but this was good. Will definitely look into more works by this guy. Right now, this film "A Scanner Darkly" is in post-production. It's based on a book of his.
So, in participating in this reading binge, I put off studying for my women's studies exam tomorrow. Supposedly it's the "hardest exam of the semestre". For some unknown reason to me, I'm not scared. I've come to a weird realization...
I care about grades. I have to admit it. But only about the grades in the classes I care about. Like French. I got the highest grade this week on our first exam. I'm really happy about it. I love that class, which is probably why I'm doing so well. Sadly, I don't care about what I'm learning in the women's studies class. The teacher isn't so great, and I find myself leaving that class early. I don't care about that class, so, in turn, I don't care about the grade I'll receive in that class.
I feel horribly about this (call it the Catholic guilt that's been instilled in me). My parents are paying for this education, for the dorm, for everything. I don't have a dollar to my name. Everything has always been given to me. So, I think that by not getting the awesome grade in women studies, by leaving that class early, I feel like I'm throwing away their money. A real dilemma.
in the ipod: "head over heals" by tears for fears, "my favorite things" by the lennon sisters, and "the district sleeps alone tonight" by the postal service.
So, in participating in this reading binge, I put off studying for my women's studies exam tomorrow. Supposedly it's the "hardest exam of the semestre". For some unknown reason to me, I'm not scared. I've come to a weird realization...
I care about grades. I have to admit it. But only about the grades in the classes I care about. Like French. I got the highest grade this week on our first exam. I'm really happy about it. I love that class, which is probably why I'm doing so well. Sadly, I don't care about what I'm learning in the women's studies class. The teacher isn't so great, and I find myself leaving that class early. I don't care about that class, so, in turn, I don't care about the grade I'll receive in that class.
I feel horribly about this (call it the Catholic guilt that's been instilled in me). My parents are paying for this education, for the dorm, for everything. I don't have a dollar to my name. Everything has always been given to me. So, I think that by not getting the awesome grade in women studies, by leaving that class early, I feel like I'm throwing away their money. A real dilemma.
in the ipod: "head over heals" by tears for fears, "my favorite things" by the lennon sisters, and "the district sleeps alone tonight" by the postal service.
lundi, mars 07, 2005
movie fest
Watched a whole bunch of films this past weekend:
1. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (Depp and del Toro are hilarious)
2. Point of No Return (Fonda kicks ass)
3. The Sting (Robert Redford is cute and funny--reminded me of Owen Wilson)
4. Collateral (great night shots of LA)
5. Donnie Darko (great cinematography and Gyllenhaal--need I say more?)
They were all great. "Donnie Darko" was particularly interesting. I still don't get it. Jake Gyllenhaal is very handsome though. It's the blue eyes.
1. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (Depp and del Toro are hilarious)
2. Point of No Return (Fonda kicks ass)
3. The Sting (Robert Redford is cute and funny--reminded me of Owen Wilson)
4. Collateral (great night shots of LA)
5. Donnie Darko (great cinematography and Gyllenhaal--need I say more?)
They were all great. "Donnie Darko" was particularly interesting. I still don't get it. Jake Gyllenhaal is very handsome though. It's the blue eyes.
samedi, mars 05, 2005
swords are cool
My brother came over this weekend to stay at his girlfriend's, and he spent the day with us. It was awesome. Firstly, we played pool at the student union, and then he took us to Chinatown. I've only been there briefly, and L. has never been there.
There are so many great shops there that carry cool stuff--slippers, bags, teapots, jade jewelry--basically anything you'd think that they'd sell in a Chinatown. L. and I saw these awesome ninja outfits in black that cover you from head to toe, only exposing the eyes. We're thinking about getting them for Halloween next year. No one would know we were!! Haha. And Kuya bought me a sword! It's like the one Go-Go Yubari uses in Kill Bill, except it's white. It's neat. I'll learn how to use it so I look cool. Haha.
After, Kuya took us to this scooter place. He's into getting a Vespa. L. and I were bored, so we waited outside, sitting on this staircase watching the traffic. It was nice. I was getting thirsty, so we stopped at this health-nut kind of supermarket where everything is made of wheat and stuff like that. (Exaggeration can be fun sometimes.) They had all these bottles of obscure drinks, soda brands that I have never heard of before. I bought a Vernor's ginger soda (nice, not too sweet), and Kuya bought a Briar's root beer--he just liked it because it was in a huge bottle that's shaped like a barrel. After two sips, he was bored with it. L. wasn't thirsty. We were looking at the all the sodas, and this guy working there had been watching us I think because Kuya said something that made me laugh, and this guy was all, "Can I help you guys?" He said it in a real, nice way though, not snooty or anything. He was cute. I smiled at him and shook my head.
L. has never tried sushi before, so Kuya took us to Yum Yum Sushi. It was great, and she liked it. She had the california roll and a salmon roll. I'm really glad she liked it. On the trip back on the muni, I was sitting next to this old woman, and I found this penny on the floor and picked it up and asked if it was hers, and it wasn't so I got to pocket it. The lady was really nice. We talked about the muni, and she told me this one story about how she fell asleep on muni, and the car she was in, the N Judah, became the J Church and it changed directions and everything. She was nice. I said, "So long" to her when we got off. I never hear people say "so long" anymore. The last time I heard "so long" was when my English teacher said that to me one day junior year. And then I never heard it again.
Ugh! Forgot to tell you. I thought I was "volunteering" today, when it really is next week. I got up and everything. I felt like a total dork.
new interests:
1. swords
2. obscure soda brands and the sodas they make
3. yoga poses
There are so many great shops there that carry cool stuff--slippers, bags, teapots, jade jewelry--basically anything you'd think that they'd sell in a Chinatown. L. and I saw these awesome ninja outfits in black that cover you from head to toe, only exposing the eyes. We're thinking about getting them for Halloween next year. No one would know we were!! Haha. And Kuya bought me a sword! It's like the one Go-Go Yubari uses in Kill Bill, except it's white. It's neat. I'll learn how to use it so I look cool. Haha.
After, Kuya took us to this scooter place. He's into getting a Vespa. L. and I were bored, so we waited outside, sitting on this staircase watching the traffic. It was nice. I was getting thirsty, so we stopped at this health-nut kind of supermarket where everything is made of wheat and stuff like that. (Exaggeration can be fun sometimes.) They had all these bottles of obscure drinks, soda brands that I have never heard of before. I bought a Vernor's ginger soda (nice, not too sweet), and Kuya bought a Briar's root beer--he just liked it because it was in a huge bottle that's shaped like a barrel. After two sips, he was bored with it. L. wasn't thirsty. We were looking at the all the sodas, and this guy working there had been watching us I think because Kuya said something that made me laugh, and this guy was all, "Can I help you guys?" He said it in a real, nice way though, not snooty or anything. He was cute. I smiled at him and shook my head.
L. has never tried sushi before, so Kuya took us to Yum Yum Sushi. It was great, and she liked it. She had the california roll and a salmon roll. I'm really glad she liked it. On the trip back on the muni, I was sitting next to this old woman, and I found this penny on the floor and picked it up and asked if it was hers, and it wasn't so I got to pocket it. The lady was really nice. We talked about the muni, and she told me this one story about how she fell asleep on muni, and the car she was in, the N Judah, became the J Church and it changed directions and everything. She was nice. I said, "So long" to her when we got off. I never hear people say "so long" anymore. The last time I heard "so long" was when my English teacher said that to me one day junior year. And then I never heard it again.
Ugh! Forgot to tell you. I thought I was "volunteering" today, when it really is next week. I got up and everything. I felt like a total dork.
new interests:
1. swords
2. obscure soda brands and the sodas they make
3. yoga poses
jeudi, mars 03, 2005
fear and loathing
I bought "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" today and started reading it. Funny stuff. Creepy, as well. I don't think I'll ever do drugs, but after reading this, I know I'll never do drugs. These guys see some creepy stuff. I'll rent the movie when I'm finished. I'm so horrible, I'll just buy any book--that's one of my faults. You don't even want to know how much money I spend on books. I've got a library at home.
I found two pennies today!! Woo-hoo. They were heads up, of course.
I found two pennies today!! Woo-hoo. They were heads up, of course.
mardi, mars 01, 2005
cleanliness
I love it when everything is clean. I borrowed the vacuum yesterday from my RA. I was hoping my roommate would vacuum, because I vacuumed last time, but she never offered. And so the floor continued to get gross. Anyway, so I borrowed the vacuum and vacuumed my part of the room, and she was said she'd vacuum her part. I cleaned the fridge and got rid of all the crap that was on top of the microwave. I cleaned my booskshelf and the shelf by my bed. It's all nice now.
I don't know why I have this cleaning fixation. Everything has to be clean and organized. I have little cubbies for pens and paper clips and all that stuff. My music in my computer is all arranged by band or by movie soundtrack. I swear, on my gravestone it'll say, "She was neat." Double meaning. Haha.
Yesterday night I did the most amazing thing. If you didn't know, I'm a great spotter of pennies and other change. I've picked pennies (when they're heads up only), many dimes, and the occasional nickel. There have been more dimes than nickels, probably because they're smaller. Anyway, I've always kept this change in this coin purse I never use. Just collect it and forget about it. I keep thinking that keeping this change will give me everlasting good luck--you can imagine how much of this change I have at home! Last night, I came across my coin purse filled with my magic change. And you know what I did? I emptied it. I emptied all that lucky change into my change tin. I have this English toffee tin that's full of loose change. Whenever I'm running out of change I refill my wallet with change from the tin (I love paying in exact change!). I emptied all that change into the tin, mixing it with the regular change.
It may not seem like a huge deal, but it was to me. Letting go off all that change. It was like getting rid of this excess baggage I've always been carrying with me. It was nice to have let go. Anyway, it was all this lucky change I found last semestre. Right now, I've got a lucky penny I found by my seat in Women's Studies and a nickel I found at the dining center. I'll probably let got of all the change I find this semestre in the summer.
in the ipod: "dance with me henry" by etta james, "since i don't have you" by the skyliners, and "come softly to me" by the fleetwoods.
I don't know why I have this cleaning fixation. Everything has to be clean and organized. I have little cubbies for pens and paper clips and all that stuff. My music in my computer is all arranged by band or by movie soundtrack. I swear, on my gravestone it'll say, "She was neat." Double meaning. Haha.
Yesterday night I did the most amazing thing. If you didn't know, I'm a great spotter of pennies and other change. I've picked pennies (when they're heads up only), many dimes, and the occasional nickel. There have been more dimes than nickels, probably because they're smaller. Anyway, I've always kept this change in this coin purse I never use. Just collect it and forget about it. I keep thinking that keeping this change will give me everlasting good luck--you can imagine how much of this change I have at home! Last night, I came across my coin purse filled with my magic change. And you know what I did? I emptied it. I emptied all that lucky change into my change tin. I have this English toffee tin that's full of loose change. Whenever I'm running out of change I refill my wallet with change from the tin (I love paying in exact change!). I emptied all that change into the tin, mixing it with the regular change.
It may not seem like a huge deal, but it was to me. Letting go off all that change. It was like getting rid of this excess baggage I've always been carrying with me. It was nice to have let go. Anyway, it was all this lucky change I found last semestre. Right now, I've got a lucky penny I found by my seat in Women's Studies and a nickel I found at the dining center. I'll probably let got of all the change I find this semestre in the summer.
in the ipod: "dance with me henry" by etta james, "since i don't have you" by the skyliners, and "come softly to me" by the fleetwoods.
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