Cottonmouth

I can't believe how upset I am.

On the LA Zoo's website, you can vote for the "Ultimate Swamp Thing." The choices are White Alligator, Spoonbill & Ibis, River Otter, American Alligator, Cottonmouth, and Carnivorous Plants.

I voted for the Cottonmouth, though I was also thinking about Carnivorous Plants. These are the results thus far:

White Alligator 33.2%
Spoonbill and Ibis 26.5%
River Otter 16.4%
American Alligator 13.3%
Cottonmouth 6.3%
Carnivorous Plants 4.2%

Seriously. How can my choices be the bottom two? I feel like Justin at the Racetrack.

But come on.
White Alligator: "...the ultimate swamp thing because it illustrates the diversity in wild animals" as quoted by John Lewis, Zoo Director. WTF. That's the worst reason ever.
Spoonbill and Ibis: If it's not an Osprey, it's not extreme.
River Otter: Too cute.
American Alligator: It's American. It's not allowed to win, because I'm a Liberal, and I hate America.
The Cottonmouth: IT'S A SNAKE THAT FUCKING SWIMS, EATS FISH, AND IS VENOMOUS. FUCK THAT IS SCARY.
Carnivorous Plants: It's a PLANT that eats BUGS. SERIOUSLY.

The above results prove to me the stupidity of the human species.

The Write Life

I was just thinking about sustainable development and how I believe the transition towards a neo-liberal globalization version is harmful towards the original premise and thus to the environment and the "South," when I really didn't want to think about it anymore so I thought about all of this. (I have a midterm tomorrow in Global Environmental Politics).

I've kept a journal since I was in 3rd grade. That's when I got my first one, through those Scholastic book-orders at school. Remember those? Gosh, those were so much fun. Wow. I wish they still had them through high school. It would totally get kids to read more. It's so exciting when they arrive. Oh, it makes me so happy to just think about it.

Anyways, I was thinking... I wonder if my life would ever be considered interesting enough to publish. Haha. I think so. A lot of crazy things have happened to me. I think it would be interesting to read how a person progresses from 3rd grade through her life. Granted, there are some gaps when I was younger, and got bored of writing. But it picks up, and well.... right now I write a ridiculous amount.

I wonder if I would have to become famous for people to care, or if they would care because I wasn't famous. Just a thought. Although I'm sure if I was famous, I would want to keep my life as private as possible. Or maybe not. I don't know.

I'm going to go back to studying now. I try hard to be a good student but I usually fail miserably at my attempts. I'm really bad at demonstrating I know things in test form. Really. It's sad. A week after my class ends, I can talk about anything I learned. Haha. Sad. At least I'll succeed in the rest of life. Maybe.

Ideally

I got Justin something when I was down in SD, and I wanted to tell him, but didn't want to give it away. So, I described it as such: Before I give it to you, you have to close your eyes. Then, if you use it ideally, you get to keep it, and if you don't use it ideally, you don't get to use it for a very long time.

I swear, the simplest things are the most difficult to disguise.

In response, he told me that when he gets back on Thursday, I have to close my eyes, and if I use him ideally, then I get to keep him, and if I don't use him ideally, then I don't get to use him for a very long time.


It made me laugh so hard.

I Should Have Been Eve

Today I went to Powell to do some typing. I decided I should compile information into something comprehendable to study from for my midterm tomorrow. I biked over there and went to the computers. When I got there, a bunch of computers are free and I said to myself, "Apple or Microsoft?... Apple. Hmm... wait, there aren't any available. Microsoft it is then. Damn. Oh well, it's just for word processing."

So I sat down at the computer and began typing. I worked for about 6 hours.

I went to print my three documents, and clicked out of them to email them to myself. Wait. Where did they do? How come they aren't under "documents?" I searched for them with that stupid dog thing that can't do anything, but didn't find anything. I thought I was going to die. God was seeking his revenge upon me for all the things I had done... just this weekend was sinful enough, I can't even imagine my lifetime... After a while of searching I went to the techies. They couldn't help me. They were just as baffled. First of all, just because you can operate a Microsoft OS, doesn't entitle you to the title of "Techie."

They didn't know. Gah.

Except one techie. On techie came to me, and he discovered the problem. It got mysteriously moved to the c-drive. And only an administrator could access it. Apparantly, the program to access it wasn't installed yet. [Ok, first of all, what the fuck is that? A person should not have to install a program in order to access their files. Seriously.]

Were there any admins there?

YES. He was just about to go home. Wow.

And he got my files back for me. Yay. I only had to get a heartattack to get them back though,

Anyways, the moral of the story is to always use a mac because it doesn't do stupid shit like that. Spotlight is the best thing in the world. Also, if there aren't any macs available to use, wait for one. And if the room doesn't have one, just leave -- evil resides there. Don't trust a PC to do anything but check your email. And maybe not even that.

Cling-on Samosas

Ok. So I know this is a bit much in the amount of posts I should be doing within half an hour, but whatever. Nothing's been up for a while and a lot has happened.

When Jay, Bobby, and I were driving back from Zuma to my place, we were telling Bobby about last night when all of the sudden I screamed, "SAMOSAS!" And Jay screamed back, "OH MY GOD!"

We made Samosas in the oven last night but never ate them. Before Jay and I left the kitchen after dinner he said to me, "I think something is still on in the kitchen, it feels warm." And I said, "Oh, shit. The oven. I totally left it on." And then I went to the kitchen to turn it off.

Apparently, we had left the samosas in the oven for probably 45 minutes. They're supposed to be there for only 10. When we came back we thought they would be crazy burned, but they miraculously weren't. And seeing as how hunrgry we were, they were delicious. The neo-conservative christians on campus must be right: Jesus must love me.

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You know, I don't want to seem clingy, but it can get kind of lonely around here. This weekend has been fun, because i've had the energy and the time to do stuff, but during the week I'll come home from school or work, and I'll be the only one here... it's quite lonely. It's nice to have alone time, but excessive amounts drive me into myself, which I don't like. It takes away from my social abilities. You know when you don't talk to anyone for a day, and then when you suddenly have to, it's really unnatural? That's what happens. Conversation outside of the mind becomes very difficult.

Hmm.. I think one of my toes got bigger. Weird. Did my toes get longer? This is freaking me out. I think I'm just tired and imagining things. I'll check on them in the morning. Yeah, i'm just imagining things. Yeah Susanne, just tell yourself that....

Anyways -- back to topic. So, clinginess. I don't find myself overly needy. In fact, I think I'm way low-maintence compared to other people. It would just be nice to ... hmm... I don't know how to put this. Damn. It would just be nice to have more than 3 minutes of phone conversation in 10 days when it's really not that difficult. Yeah. It would be nice, what can I say? Something... especially when I try. Whatever... I try. I think I'm not going to anymore though. What's the use?

I really don't know how still have so much sand in my hair. It's obsurd. The grains must be multiplying like rabbits made of sand.

I Haven't Got The Time Time

This was my day in a nut-shell:

0400: Came back from Rocky. Ate dinner with Jay after foraging for food at his place and mine to make a meal of compeltely random things.
0430: Started to watch a previously-viewed episode of Battlestar: Galactica.
0500: Began to fall asleep, so went to bed.
1230: Woke up and made pancakes. It was ridiculous. Such variety in cooked-through-edness. I've never made pancakes from a mix before. And so I burned the first few and progressively cooked them for less time. The ones in the middle were cooked with gooey patches in the middle. Jay liked them. Hell, I liked them too. I hope this doesn't discourage anyone from enjoying my cooking or comeing to pancake parties of mine... I swear that I'm quite good.
1400: Went to Zuma with Jay and Bobby.
1700: Came back from Zuma, and landed in my apartment to watch Battlestar. Ok, we're pretty obsessed. We haven't watched a new episode forever.
1800: Got up after episode to get my watch. Um... wait, it's not here. Shit. Uh, oh. Shit. I left it at Zuma.
1810: Left for Zuma with Bobby to pursue a fruitless effort to find my watch.
1900: Arrive at Zuma. Didn't find the watch
1945: Got back to my apartment to watch Justice League. Jordan came over and then we switched over to Batman Beyond.

*sigh* I really liked that watch. Damn, i'm really bad at keeping things not lost. Or.. really good at losing things. I'm trying to decide which sounds best. Even though I know it was a waste of time to head over there, it made me feel better. At least I gave it a try. Somone probably picked it up and took it. Damn, what a nice find. AHHH... I don't want to shell out a $100 for a new watch. Damn. *Sigh* ok, enough with the depressedness.

I already have a new substitute:



I like it. I was getting "ghost watch" syndrome; I had to do something. And Bobby's occasional, "hey what time is it?" didn't make me feel better. In fact, it made me want to hurt him -- which would inadvertantly make me feel better... I who's to say what his intentions were. Probably to torture me. Yes. But of course.

At least the watch isn't anything that can't be replaced. It's not one-of-a-kind. I can get another Skagen watch (damn, I love that company). They make a lot of style with "diamond" framed faces, but I don't really like those. I just want a plain one again. *sigh* I'm planning on keeping my temporary watch until I get a real one again... which won't be for awhile unfortunately.

Well, I'm off to bed. The sea of despair and has been thrown my rock of failure. :-)

Oh, The (rocky) Horror!: Picture Show

Last night I went with Jay, his friend Kess, and his frat brother Jason to the Rocky Horror Picture Show. What can I say? It was quite an experience. It brought back memories of some friends I had in high school. Haha. Oh, high school.

We got ready at Zeta Psi's... meaning putting on the most horrifically slutty clothes possible, and atrocious amounts of black eyeliner and red lipstick. It was fun. I actually didn't dress that bad. I just looked hot. I wanted to look put together, sexy, but not revealing.. it turned out quite nicely. I'm not sure if a picture was taken by one of us during the night. I don't think so. But I'm pretty sure that some weirdo ended up getting me in a picture throughout the night; it's best not to think about it. I wore black pantyhose with these cute pair of black underwear that had pink ladybugs on them, and then a top... oh, and of course these hot pointy gold high heels. I wish I had a picture, but I'm pretty sure it would be best not to have it posted.... next time though. I'd probably wear the same thing, because I don't make the effort to accumulate skanky things into my wardrobe.

All in all, it was a fun night. The beginning was the most fun, with the virgin initiation and contest (oh, I won the contest... :-) let's just say I "fake" really well... ;-) and just the general people watching. "Squeeze" was written on my chest, and "I <3 cock" on my face... along with appropriate illustration... courtesy Jay. Man, was he wasted. Haha. Good times.

When we were inside, I noticed that we were in the same row with a mom who had brought her 7 year old daughter. They were reviewing her multiplication flashcards. The daughter was dressed up like a whore. Seriously: who does that? Wer saw a feel other kids there too. Wow. Completely inappropriate; there is so much profanity that goes on that kids over 16 really shouldn't go see it. I might even go on the conservative side and say 18. She and her daughter left in the middle of the show. I think the little girl got freaked out.

It would be fun to do again, just to get dressed up. I really like getting dressed up, especially when I feel like I can do it with some style and class... and considering I think I was able to accomplish this at Rocky, I think I'm pretty damn good. The rest of the show was a bit redonk. The whole call-back thing was ridiculous. As I said, it totally reminded me of "those kids" in highschool. Hahaha... Ryan Peterson. I liked that kid though. And pretty much a quarter of the art department.

Oh highschool. I feel like there were so many more social groups to mock then here. Now, we've been reduced to only ethnic, political, gender, sexual-orientation, religious and socio-economic groups. Oh college. In so many ways you have broadened my horizons, but in the most currently relavent areas, you have restricted me so.

Yay!

It's been 9 days and 6 hours since I last talked to Justin.... except for the phone call I finally got 10 minutes ago.

:-)

His voice is a voice I like.

Showertime.

Minnesota, Stop Hatin'

Last night I had a dream. I've been dreaming a lot in the last couple weeks.

I dreamt I had gone to Minnesota. Justin wasn't there though, so it was odd. In my dream I had been talking to his friend Sean, and he asked me to up. So, I was like... "ok, no problem. I've got the money to fly up there." So I fly up there, and it was really great. Everyone was so nice. It was kind of odd that his friends liked to cuddle so much though. Haha. Whatever, I was cool with it. Anyways, the next day I fly back down to LA I guess. But then I fly up again for that evening. I don't understand, but whatever.

I'm hanging out, and then Justin comes over. It was odd because he was really upset that I was there in Minnesota, hanging out with his friends. He was really really upset.

I don't really understand it all that much, but all I know is that in my dream I also got to ride in a Ferrari -- which is awesome.

And the whole dream I kept saying, "can you believe that I've flown from LA to Minnesota and back, twice in the last two days?"

Weird.

I'm going to Rocky Horror tonight with Jay and some other random person. i'm excited, it's my first time. We'll see how it goes. All I know, is that I'm going to look super hot. Haha. Really hot. Ok. Maybe not. But I'll think that i am. Oh no. I hope I don't turn into one of those people that dresses really skanky because they think they're hot, but theyre not, and in fact, the skankiness make them look even less attractive. I have a cute enough face to get away with it tonight.

Rocky! i'm going to curl my hair. We'll see how that goes considering I don't have curlers or a curling iron. I have an idea though.

Camels on a Submarine

Today was a bit of a pathetic Friday.... who am I kidding? -- it was pathetic.
I fell alseep at 630pm. Haha.

I had really wanted to say Pulp Fiction; just one of those movie cravings that happens once in a while. I don't own it though. Luckily though, I ran into it on Bravo. But now that it's on, I'm not that interested. This move needs to be widescreen and non-edited for sodomizing content.

I do like the dance scene though -- it's on now.

Man, I want to be a star in a movie so badly. What a fantasy. I'd be horrible, but I think I'd be great. Haha. It's never going to happen. Man, what a dream. To be able to travel, to have such a fun job.... wow. Ok, stop fantasizing Susanne. You're going to get the same way you get after reading Harry Potter: depressed. Hmm... nice thoughts though.

I saw "Snakes on a Plane" with Adarsh last night. What a good time. Of course we had to drink before hand... and during. Yeah, we snuck some bottles into the theatre and opened them when the first person got bit by a snake. We had to sneak this huge bottle opener in too. Haha. When we open them, we had done so at a quieter moment, you heard the "pffftt," and right behind us you hear, "man, that's a good idea. We should have done that."

It was awesome. And followed by ice cream sandwiches, which dripped all over our feets and legs.

Oh dude. This is that part where Uma ODs and get's needled in the throat. God. Ugh.

Show her

I just finished taking a shower and came out and was like, "whoa, did I just take a shower?" Awesome.

I won't say it until you do. i'll wait a forever long time. I said it before. It's ok. I know.

I think so much is hard. I chose to believe that ir's ahrd though. I don't like to think we don't feel.

Venom & Such

Snakes on a Plane with Adarsh

Spectacular.

I love smuggling things into movie theatres, as well as getting in for free, and also ice-cream sanwhiches, Yum.

DreamCatcher

Ever since Justin's been gone, i've been having the most horrible sleep. I can't fall asleep, and then when I do, I have terrible nightmares. I hate it.

It was like this when we went to San Diego too. It's just not the same when he's not here.

I hope I don't get bad dreams again tonight. I've had bad dreams for so long that I just expect them, and it's that expectation that keeps me from wanting to fall asleep, no matter how tired I am (which right now is horrendously tired).

I miss you.

You must be my dreamcatcher.

The Word

Thank you Microsoft Word automatic wordcount:

"Rideshare: wordcount: 0 characters (approximate value)"

Um. I'm pretty sure that "0" doesn't really need to be approximated. Thanks for letting me know though.

Mediaplayer Mediaplayer Device Mediaplayer Mediaplayer Mediaplayer, Human Ear Edition.

350?

I'd say that this is pretty embarassing for the LAPD.

GO UCPD! WOO!

E(ww)-biking

I was just reading about ebikes, which are bikes that have electric motors on them. Why? Well, interestingly enough, I was contacted by a policy advisor to the Ministry of Transportation in Ontario, Canada. Apparently, he is conducting a review of electric bike use and safety issues, and wanted some data from Los Angeles and California.

Anyways, I was just looking at this one site, and was reading some of the FAQs. One of them was "Environmentally speaking, isn't this a step backwards from the regular bicycle?" (refering to ebikes).

The author of the site then proceeds to describe how ebikes actually leave a smaller ecological footprint than a regular biker because the conversion efficiency of the fuel into motor work is greater than the metabolic efficiency of humans (note: I'm not sure what his sources are). Additionally, there is much more energy that needs to be inputed into the collection of food (agriculture, transportation, processing, etc.) than with the electicity coming from the battery. Again, I'm not quite sure as to the validity of those statements.

These are his exact statements:
"Surprisingly, electric bikes can have a smaller environmental footprint than pedal-only bicycles. Not convinced? Look at it this way, a human powered vehicle is using the human metabolism to convert food energy into work, with a conversion efficiency of about 25%. That's the first part of the picture, then we have to step back and look where the food energy comes from. In north america and europe, the food is grown with the aid of chemical fertilizers and machinery, it is then transported, processed, packaged, transported, sold, transported again, and finally cooked before consumption. In the end about 10 times more primary energy went in to producing the food than is actually stored in the food itself. The net effect is that for every unit of human energy used on a bike, about 40 times that much was consumed.

"By comparison, with an electric vehicle you are taking primary energy from the grid and storing it in a battery at between 60-80% efficiency, and then converting it to work through an electric motor with roughly 75% efficiency. That's a lot more direct than the human route. Once you take into account the energy to manufacture and recycle the batteries, e-bikes end up consuming from 2 to 10 times less fossil fuel energy than their human-powered equivalents."

Ebiking opens up better alternatives for those who don't want to drive a car, but don't have the physical capabilities of riding a true bike, but come on -- don't say it's better for the environment than actual biking. He doesn't take into account the greater picture of benefits from regular biking, including health, air quality, and the environmental impacts that the development of electicity have (even in small quanities, it is there). Yeah, I think e-biking is excellent; I'm not arguing against it. I really just want to leave my metabolic efficiency out of the picture.

Stubborninity

I think my dad is one of the mst frustratingly annoying people in the world. Seriously.

I don't think he ever has something positive to say, and he so godamn stubborn. He just always needs to pick fights.

I'm better than that, so I'm just listening to music.

I Missed Pie

Last night, I went to bed without Ryan calling me.

At 1 am I received a phone-call: "Susanne, I may be 90 sec. away from your house." It was Ryan. I was so confused when he called me, and then all of the sudden Jay started calling me too -- which really confused me more. I've never received that many phone calls at the same time at 1 am. Which I guess isn't all that a significant comment to make, but I'll make it never-the-less.

Anyways, we just sat in his car and talked for an hour. It was nice. I hadn't really talked with him since early January. Man, that was a long time ago. I went to brunch with him and his girlfriend Sara. We went to a place called "Beach Grass Cafe." I think it was funny how both of them kept talking about how great the place was, but when they ordered their food, they didn't really like it all that much. Haha. I enjoyed my meal. It was rather delicious.

I was supposed to head up to LA today, but the traffic looked horrible, and I still had some things I wanted to get done (hanging out with Ryan being one of them) So, seeing as that I have work tomorrow.... haha, I'm driving up in the morning straight to City Hall. It'll be fine. I'm going to leave around 630am. Hopefully by leaving that early, traffic won't be horrible.

Whenever I say things like that I imagine a "flash-forward" scene in which I'm ironically doing the opposite thing -- hence, me sitting in traffice being horrendously late for work.

Um. I suddenly have to go pee really really badly, so this entry ends here.

Crosses

(unrelated to below)

Susanne just crossed the line. Yup.
Whoops.
Someone is still holding on...

LET GO

You don't want it anyways.

Jesus Christ

I'm sitting here studyingn for the last 3 hours, I go downstairs to get some tea, and my mom starts questioning me on whether or not I'm studying. Jesus. Give me a break. I kind of snapped at her, but really, come on. I don't care. I work hard, and she acts like I don't. Why did I even come down this weekend? Ryan better give me a call back. I'm going to be really angry with him if he doesn't.

These Dreams

I believe that people can connect through dreams. Though it doesn't happen often, I feel when there are extreme circumstances durin which we need to communicate, it can happen.
It happened to me last night. I'm very very sure of it.

Someone showed up at my door who wasn't supposed to be there. It had to be kept secret, and we ran away. We just needed to talk for a moment, and get things figured out. I think we did. I definitely feel better. I'm sorry about everything. It's for the best; I think we both know that now.

It's odd, because I really do believe it.

There were a lot of stairs to climb.

I also dreamed about puppies and killing robot-trooper people, but that was completely unrelated.

I Can't pArt With You

Today's been a rather normal day. Once again, the crazy drug-user sat next to me on the bus ride home.
Our bus broke down. Haha. That was good.
In Westwood, this homeless guy came up to me and said, "You know, I've made 10 million dollars from drugs. I'm from outerspace. One day my children will be from outerspace."

Good to know; thank you Sir.

I haven't painted an extraordinary amount while I've been here, but I have. I wish I could do more -- it's quite theraputic -- but there is Project Runway (*sigh* I'll admit I'm a sucker for it) or life to be attending to.



I don't have a name for that one. It was amazing doing it though.



This is titled "Pwayed Whatney." It was for Justin. There's something about it that is causing me to have a difficult time letting go. I'm not used to white canvas, perhaps.

I'm going to San Diego tomorrow. Justin is going to Minnesota tomorrow. Family Camp.

I'm going to miss him.
Genuinely.
I can't lie.

Far and Well

Close your eyes --
The dark outside can't hurt you,
And I will never desert your bedside;
So close them tight.
The stars are so glad that they've found you,
And on the blankets that surround you,
They shine their light.

Rest your head and I will be watching from the doorway
As you slip into a perfect, peaceful sleep,
And morning will come in all its simple glory
And you will find the light,
And I will be there
Standing in your shadow,
Knowing that you once were mine;
All mine.

Banana Pudding

I don't understand why there is sticker advertising "Kozy Shack Pudding" on my Dole Banana. At MOST, all there should be on my banana is that one, tiny Dole sticker. And even that is pushing it, but I understand.

But PUDDING?

I am very very disappointed.

Lomg Length Not Preferred

Long day at work today. Yup. Workin' here downtown. I'm heading down to SD on Thursday for the weekend, so I crammed my 20 hours into the beginning of the week. However, normally when I work, I don't have anything else going on that day. Tuesday though, I had both summer school and CSO work too. Therefore, hours were cut those days, and I'm picking up the slack today.... 11 hours. Oof.

Some people in the office are really ackward people. I hope I don't ever lose my ability to communicate to younger people when I get older. Except for the fact that I plan to never age.

Invader Zim was rediscovered last night.

The Great Regurgitator

Holy Shit. You really need to see this.

Zuma Zuma Gai

Today was a nice day. Overall I suppose. Averaged out. There we go. Not everything can be perfect.

Ok. I'm thinking about it.... Cruddy morning + Really super afternoon + Ok evening (so far) = Pretty nice day.

I went to the beach today with Jordan, Bobby, Jay and Justin today. Zuma -- the usual. It takes so long to get there, but I'd say it's worth it; it's a beautiful beach. The water was nice, got some reading done, and tried to get rid of my horrendous tanlines caused by biking in the hot sun. Did I mention that my hands are two shades lighter than my arms because I wear gloves? I'd say that they're a bit better after this afternoon.

I did my Global Environment reading today. Really interesting. I can't wait to get more into it. I love it. I'm loving this class. Too bad my Econ class is so much more tedious. It's interesting to suddenly become involved in a study that is so heavily based upon assumptions. God, it's frightening how much they "assume." In REAL science (aka NOT Psychology) [sorry you guys, it's time to accept the fact that you are not, and will never be scientists], assumptions are hideous... or at least kept to a minimum. I like it that way. Economists just loooooveee to throw them around like babies. And oh, economists HATE babies. They're very pro-gun's and butter though.

Enough with the Econ-jokes. I promise no more. Ok, I can't promise that.

I'm listening to Philip Glass's "Glass Works" right now. That means I'm in a certain mood. A mood that definitely causes for some quiet. Nice. Sometimes I like to listen to him when I go home for the sole reason that my mom can't stand it. Haha. Only the really crazy stuff. I enjoy it when she suddenly can't think when she's talking to me.

At the beach today Jay was telling us a story of the last time he went to Zuma, which was with Alyssa last weekend. She saw a group of three cute guys and really wanted to go up to them to get their phone numbers, but felt a little ackward. So, she cam up with this plan: she would go up to them and ask for their phone numbers saying that it was Jay who wanted them. They then would have a hearty laugh and she would say that it was really she would wanted them, and they would lovingly give her them.

Yeah, the plan didn't work out so well.

Instead, they got really aggressive when she assumed they were gay, and she got freaked out and left, never telling them that it was a joke, and that it was she who wanted them. Meanwhile, Jay was walking back to the car and saw all of this, and he got freaked out and went in his car and quickly locked the doors.

Apparently, they are Zuma regulars, and we saw them on the beach this afternoon. Haha. Jay was about to DIE. I was definetely given permission by Justin to make-out with Jay if I had to, in the case that it would save Jay's life from those huge, muscular jock-guys. Sadly, it was never used. ;-) jk there.

But yes, the reast of the night has been fairly slow. Watched some more Batman Beyong. We had a brief discussion as to why Batman doesn't just always use his invisibility powers when fighting crime. The discussion culminated in the following results:
1.) The Invisibility feature uses the suit's power, and thus detracts from it's fighting/defensive powers.
2.) He wouldn't be able to see his own fists while fighting.
3.) It would be a rather uninteresting show to watch if he was always invisible.

Overall conclusion: Batman is bad-ass.

Lamez0r

So yeah, this turned out to be a lame Saturday night. Oh, well. Can't live 'em all I suppose. Studying needs to get done at some point, why not have it be now?.... with the background noise of the "Guitar Heroes" video game that has been beening played in the living room for the last 7 hours.

I'm not kidding you.

If I hear another Black Sabbath song, I'll shoot myself. But not without destroying their guitar-controller first.

Rosemary Salmon

Pretty nice for a college student with two jobs, eh?

It's Rosemary salmon on a bed of carmelized onion spinach, and some sweet roasted garlic potatos. It was good.

Oh, from my Organic Chemistry final, I learned why we add lemon to fish. The acetic acid in the lemon reacts with the oils in the fish (that give that "fishy" smell) and create a product that does not have the fishy odor or taste. The first time I ever learned anything from taking a final. Kudos to the teacher. I'd write down the chemical reaction, but that might be over-the-line.

Five Fat Girls Sought

I'm sorry, I'm jsut finding way to many good things tonight... HAHA... I love the police -- they have such a good sense of humor.

I love this site. Never fails to entertain me.

Hey Ya

I think this is exactly what he was mocking -- though I must say I DO like it.... but then again, I AM white.

Triumphs All Around

Man, I'm tired.

The day has thus far consisted of me biking about.... 4miles past Pepperdine which is about a 40 miles ride, cooking a delicioud meal FOR ONE... and watching the "Batman: Beyond" cartoon show for the last 22 x 4 minutes. Wow. It seemed like a lot longer while I was watching it. I'm really enjoying it. I never watched those sort of things when I was younger; I don't know why they're suddenly interesting me now. The ride was really nice. No close calls to death. Most of the time, there's at least one. Oh, and I took a nap. That was between cooking and the Batman.

On this ride, I had been determined to go past where I went last. Before, I had stopped before the hill that Pepperdine is built on. That is a huge fuckin' hill. I really can't describe it any differently, so excuse me. I am certain, even after 14 years of education, there is no other way of describing it. Even a thesaurus has been consulted, and there were no synonyms.

Anyways, I went up that hill. I WENT UP THAT HILL. I amazed myself. Yeah, I didn't go up it super fast, but even as my heart was about to exploded, I just kept going, and never slowed down. All to the tune of Stevie Wonder's "Sir Duke." That was the ost difficult thing I think I've had to do while biking -- besides stopping.... and unclipping.... and not getting flats 6miles from home. It was great, because the rest of the ride seemed so easy. Coming back up the hill from the other side wasn't so bad.

Speaking of tunes, I'm pretty sure whoever is watching my life right now is getting extremely bored of my life's soundtrack (if they haven't already). Especially my "Bike" playlist. Hey, I like the songs; I don't really have anything against them. Hell, ok, their a bit outdated for the times, but they're good.

DON'T JUDGE MY MUSIC.

I HATE THE BANDS YOU LIKE.

Haha.

I think it's about time that I stole some music from Justin. We'll see how it goes. I really just need to freshen up my collection.

Where IS Justin? Hmmm... He went mountain biking this morning with the usual. He's probably at one of their's places right now.... although I did ask him to call me when he got back to Westwood. Oh, well. I've stopped caring. Unless they're dead somewhere -- then the caring begins again. Haha, I don't know why I alwasy assume people are dead. Today I tried to call my mom and dad probably about 8 times throughout the day... they didn't answer. I just assumed the worst. But it's odd, because I don't get freaked out over the looming possibility of their death because I assume it so much that I don't take it seriously. They had actually been at a ship-naming ceremony for my dad's work. Lucky. I love those sort of things.

Speaking of my dad's work, I'm so happy fore him. No really. I'm so incredibly happy for him. The thing with that Norwegian company has FINALLY been finalized. He has the contract in his hands, thank God. He's going to be heading up there sometime in mid-September to start his own company. SWEEEEEETTT.... It's really what he's always dreamed of. I'm so glad that it's all coming true for him right now. You know, my dad works so hard... he's worked so hard his whole life to get to where he is today... it's so nice for him to be able to reach those goals. He told me he'd compensate me really well if I designed a company logo for him -- which probably means something like not having to vacuum the house the next time I visit... which I'll take. Every time I go there I always end up vacuuming the house. Seriously. It ends up being like, "You know, I haven't been ere for 3 months, and I'm only here for a day... is this really necessary?"

The answer is always "yes."

I'm thinking about starting up a new blog. In addition to this one of course. I'm thinking about starting a cooking site targeted towards college students. A lot of it would be really simple ideas, taking into consideration of cost... and then I'd have one nicer recipe a week. It stems from the fact that I find myself never really making myself bad things to eat. I think overall, I'm fairly healthy... and it doesn't cost all that much to be that way. Plus, cooking is fun... and I like placing food on a plate to make it pretty. It's an art form.

The only thing I need right now is a name for it. I'll have to think about it.

I took pictures of what I made myself this evening. Sexy. I'll do the recipe for my next post.

They Will Come

My mom has this odd thing about her. Weird/crazy people flock to her for conversation and general interaction. We don't know why, but out of a large crowd of people, a single crazy person will go directly to my mom.

It seems as though such a trait is genetic.

A crazy guy kept talking to me at the bus stop today.


He was nice. i think he was about 38 years old. He was working at a paint company, also was going to school part-time working towards a Marketing Degree. Told me his whole life beginning two months ago when he got his new job. At least weird people that talk to me aren't dangerous. They're just a little cooky. (Is that how you spell it?) He offered me a hamburger fromaa brown paper bag. I lied to him, and said I wasn't hungry. Well, that wasn't a huge lie. It jsut so happened that at that very moment, I lost my appetite. Go figure.

We went our seperate ways when the bus came.

Ont the bus I was nearly crushed to death by a stupid fat guy. And don't question me on the "stupid" thing -- I heard him talk. He was stupid. Oh, and his fat girlfriend was stupid too. Haha. It was funny listening to them talk to the Neuroscientist that boarded the bus. Haha.... oh man, that man want so much to just leave the bus at that moment. Haha.

But back to the crushing -- the guy got up for some reason, and ploped back down... on my leg. He didn't even notice. And then he totally spread his legs out so that his thigh took up half my seat. Considering I was on the end, it was pretty uncomfortable. I put up with it only because the conversation he was trying to have with the Doctor/Scientist guy was entertaining me.

I painted something today. It feels done but incomplete. I don't know what I'm going to do with it. It needs a good sleeping on.

god, people are annoying. There was some sort of gun-shot kind of sounding noise, and then laughter, and then the noise again and then a drunk girl going "ahh! someone got shot!" in an annoying voice. You know, that overly high-pitched voice that drunk girls have. Whatever. If someone got shot, it's one less person contaminating this world, and at least an interesting EMS call for those on right now. Summers can be slow.

Reading is Hard...

So I'm at work right now. Wait, should I be writing that? What if (godforbid) someone reads this? HAHAHA.

I have 45 minutes left. Today is my long day. I'll make it through. I don't know how. Quite possibly by just leaving early without telling anyone. I'm pretty sure everyone has left by now anyways. It really is my fault though (kind of); I DO get here at 10am. I should probably make an effort to get here earlier.

HAHAHA.

No, seriously though. I really should.

HAHAHA. Yeah. RIGHT. Then I'd have to wake up at 630am. Yeah. Right.

At least typing all of this makes me feel like I'm doing something. I'm just researching right now, which is interesting but tedious. I was reading about eco-friendly logging, which was kind of an interesting topic. Conservation groups purchase land and manage it for logging. The money they make goes towards purchasing more land for protection. Then they transition the land that they log towards becoming non-logging areas. My brain hurts. I think that's what it all really comes down to. I've just been reading so much environmental protection, conservation, and economics material over the last two days... I'm a little over-loaded.

I'm interested to see how this job plays out during the school year. I can manage it... maybe. I'm going to try to convince them that I should work 5 of my hours from home... that way I only have to commute to downtown twice a week, which isn't really all that bad. The trick is to work really hard now, during the summer (like what I am doing at this very moment) and make them see me as a valuable resource that they have to try to accommodate. Because really, I've learned the hard way how important it is to place academics ahead of all other activities. This job is good, I feel like it's a right choice in the long run, but I can't have it affect how well I do in school. Anyways, they've trained me too much, I'm too intelligent, and most importantly -- other people are simply idiots most of the time, so they have to hold on to me.

Hopefully.

That's if everything goes according to plan -- which it shall. I don't plan things only to have them not go according to... plan.

Oh God, and I have 100 pages to Environmental reading to do tonight. I'm not used to reading things, it's really odd. Most of my classes have been so "problem" and "memorization" oriented... I'm just not used to the concept of reading in order to gain a broad understanding of a large concept. It's rather nice. It feels like I'm a North Campus Major. Oh those Liberal Arts Majors. What are you ever going to do? Probably have a very happy undergraduate experience. Oh, how I envy you.

Well, I should maybe go do something for the next 15 minutes... And then I'll leave 15 minutes early. I think that's reasonable. Hmmm... let's go recycle things; that sounds lovely. I'll walk really slowly to the recycling bins. Yes... excellent.

Icy Hot

God, I've been sleeping horribly this weekend.
I have no idea how the apartment can be so danm hot during the day, and then collect a layer of frost in the night.

I can't wait until I have some company again.

The Death-Mode

I'm going for what is probably going to be my last long bike-ride for a while. Summer school. Pshh. I"ve decided to make this the longest ride I've ever gone on. It's going to be about 45 miles to head up to Malibu. Had myself a good breakfast, and I'll be ready to go in 15 min. I meant to wake up earlier (around 830am), but was having such a horrible time going to sleep, that I had to drag myself out at 10am this morning. Wow. When you think that 10am is late, you aren't experiencing summer correctly.

Last night, Grace came home with Aaron, and they watched "Queen Live" really really loud. And no, that is not the Queen of England. Even watching "Queen (of England)" really loud would still be very quiet. I don't know how one can sip tea (in a polite and lod-lady-like manner) loudly. It's just not her style. But yeah, they LOOOOVVVEEE Queen. E----mo. They actually were watching it because they cancelled their plans to go see Pee-Wee Herman's Great Adventure at the Hollywood Forever Cemetary.

I had ridiculous dreams last night. Oh, wow.... Just remembered one of them - the first one. Dreamt my dad was planning my death. That was weird. Kara "Starbuck" Thrace was in it too. She was on my side though. Then, what else? I was definitely in the woods a lot. Then I went to this weird Sexbar place. It was obviously futuristic because it had robots. There was a very large Pirate's ship somewhere on the grass as well. Then I decided I wanted to go sky-diving, so I put on my suit and head down to the harbour. There were a lot of people and a lot of dolphins. The sky-diving plane closed for the night, but for some reason the rest of my dream was about me sky-diving. I died every single time. And the weird thing was, I didn't wake up when did (which normally happens). I just would reset, and sky-dive again. I would land on the ground and the moment before death, I had to press this button on my right temple, in order to not die permanently. God, I hate dying in dreams. It's so depressing.

Well, I guess I'm going to go get ready now. I most certainly hope I don't die, especially after I made so much fuss about Justin not dying while climbing Mt. Whitney tonight. Me dying would simply be a little rude.

FREE*!

Today has been a day.

I drove to Inglewood to help do an event for the Environmental Affairs Dept. We had an info booth with, well, info obviously, but free stuff as well. Man, people swam towards free stuff.

When I got out of my car and started walking towards the event area, I realized that I must have been the only white person within a 5 miles radius. Of that, I am confident. I just headed over, with a few looks ... but people just assumed I was a government person, because the only white people that live in that part of Inglewood are at least 150 years old. And I suppose they were right.

Most people just walked around and took our free stuff. But there were a few genuinely interested people that I was able to blabber on about our services to. Actually turned out to be helpful to them, which was nice and made it all the more worthwhile. I ended up walking around the booths too, and got some free stuff as well. Shit.... Department of Water & Power is LOADED with funding for crap to give out. Dang. All the other agencies were totally talking about it. Haha. They had BOXES and BOXES of free lightbulbs. I got a lot. How could I turn down free energy-efficient flourescent lightbulbs? Just tell me.

I also got stickers. And vanilla ice cream toothpaste. They came with toothbrushes too. Mine is blue. I got a pack for Justin too. His is green. I'm sure he'll really appreciate my thoughtfulness when he returns. If not, I'll beat some appreciation into him.

LAPD was there too. They weren't very friendly.... nor approachable. I think it was the whole gun thing. And maybe picking officers that were 7 feet tall to do the event was a little bit much. But really now, I think they just had that booth there to mask security on the area.

The girl I was working with was named Keylaundra.

People wore crazy-ass clothes. I have no idea where one manages to purchase so many items in the colour of highlighter yellow. Pants, shoes, shirt, earrings, socks. The whole deal.

We decided it was time to leave when someone stole a whole bag of our EAD yo-yos. Maybe I should have told LAPD about it.

Tis But A Sip

I know this is bad.... but I'll admit thasta I've ben drining..... I'm also taking special tcare as to my typing, so we'll seee how it goes.

I have work for city hall tomororw,,, WHGIA my head is going crqzy.'


ok,. it's for the bes that I stop[. It's veen a good night. I haev to leave thi splace more often.

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Last night, 1am.

My last chance to have fun before school starts on Tuesday

Hey! 66!

I just noticed that my site has had 66 views.

That's my number! Hooray for 66!

Oh, I want to say that I've been extremely lazy in posting. I really need to load up some pics from SD. *sigh* better go back to being lazy. So much time to waste.

There Is Simple Pleasure...

in knowing that my genes didn't freak out during combination.

Although it might be cool for a day...



I don't really like lobster. It's ok, I guess. I just think it's been overly hyped up. Cooking one is sadistic too. What a horrible horrible death. But I suppose that they get comfort from the possibility of becoming a delicious bisque. Mmm... bisque.

About

i can't sleep.
I was tired for the longest time, and now I can't sleep. Whose cruel joke is this?

I've just realized something very sad. I don't think it's as true as a tired mind tries to believe though.

I shouldn't watch depressing movies befpre bed.