yo motha'...

So this is going to be a post about random crap that I've been thinking about and thinking might make a good blog post. But I'll just weld it all together in one boring entry. I'll make a bullet list. I love those. Lists, not bullets.
  • Something that pisses me off, a lot- talking advertisements. With sound. That won't shut up until they've finished. This is especially piss-worthy when you're trying to listen to something else. I also really hate pop ups, and having YouTube and Facebook blocked.
  • And in church or some other gathering place where people say/sing stuff together... Whenever we all say s's, it is like a deafening hiss. The best is "Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us." There are so many s's. I feel like we're all becoming snakes. Oh, America. It's about time.
  • And the final thing... My dad kind of looks like the Pringles guy, except balder. Anyone who knows my father, care to testify?
  • I was kidding, that is totally not the final thing.
  • My stack of books to read is considerably smaller, but still considerably large. I finally have my hands on the third princess diaries. And a bunch of Jane Austen recorded books... does that count for reading? I'll count it.
  • I am considerably less pasty white and actually more tanned than freckled. I actually did some gardening (gasp, work) and went out to tan. I actually am less freckly than I thought I would be. Maybe I'll update this tomorrow and tell you how freckly I am then.
  • I feel kind of hyper... I haven't had any soda, coffee, drugs, alcohol, etc? What's wrong with me? Maybe I'm just pissed off. I don't even know. I think it must be the tea I had this morning finally hitting me. YESSSS.
  • Nighty-night.




So I spent like ten minutes here trying to think of something interesting to say. Why bother posting, right? I just feel like I should. I went for a walk today, and they're destroying marshes to make way for a new bypass. It's too late, the marshes are already gone. I took pictures, and I might post a few that don't totally scream where I live. (sorry. not like anyone would ever stalk me but I'm not too interested in my own personal creeper.) But you know how awful I am about posting pictures when I say I will.

Anyway. . . I've recently been getting into Bollywood films. I'm too lazy to write any reviews. It is Monday and I'm already dead.

The world is looking kind of confusing, and I'd really rather just sit in bed as it swirls by without me. Unfortunately, exams are next week and I've got to hold on until then. And then, it's off to governor's school with me.


this is my mood today.

I have to record my playing test, do some other crap and chores, I have a stomach ache, I got home all hot and bothered, it's hot as balls out, I'm so ready for the end of the year, I'm touchy and jumpy and gahhhhhhh.

Bad day.

But let's see if I can turn this post into something remotely interesting. So, the book I'm reading right now, Voyage of the Turtle by Carl Safina, is actually a zillion times better than I expected. It was recommended to me and I thought it would be a book of facts and statistics. However it has some really artful lines in there. I dog-eared a few. Maybe they'll inspire you to write opuses (opi? what's the plural?) or long epic poetry, and maybe you'll do what I do, be like, oh, that's pretty, and be jealous all day and ticked off at yourself for only being able to appreciate art, not make it. *sigh* Again, rambling. Here are the lines.

"Watching her, and the people, I'm reminded of humans' strange range of treatment of other animals, our deep capacity for kindness and our equal one for cruelty."

I like the way he says OTHER animals, as in, we are animals too. I also love the last phrase... our capacities for kindness and cruelty. I stared at that paragraph for a few moments and thought about it.

"Is this the only thing we give generously and abundantly to nature, such pain?"

Wow. Guilt trip. Thank you.

"A tiny sea horse falls from the net into the boat like an elegant living question mark."

I will never think of sea horses the same.

"Like sacred Egyptian icons passing below us, six White Ibises bestow on us the lofty sensation of gazing down upon birds in flight... Soon we're over a mosaic of wooded islands inlaid into emerald marshes, grouted with wriggling creeks, spanning expansively toward the coastal contour."

I love the language he uses here. A mosaic of islands, emerald marshes, wriggling creeks. Love it.

"Exposure to petroleum can damage [sea turtles'] skin, blood, digestive and immune systems, and salt glands. ... In a Japanese study, 26-36 Green Turtles (72%) had consumed plastic sheets, rope and line, foam, rubber, and/or cloth. Of 54 juvenile Leatherbacks in Mediterranean waters, 80% contained tar, paper, polystyrene foam, hooks, lines, or net fragments. Of 50 hatchlings captured at sea off Florida, a third had eaten plastics and synthetic fibers. Turtles can absorb toxins from plastics. Eating plastics and latex (as from balloons mistaken for jellyfish) also interferes with the absorption of real food."

There are some hard-hitting statistics, a set of many. If that doesn't tug at your heart, I don't know what will. Maybe you, my lovely readers, understand all my sea turtle craze and nonsense, at least those of you who know me and think I'm crazy.

"They're the ocean's camels, traveling long distances across watery deserts."

I adore the juxtaposition and irony in this sentence. He's talking about turtles, of course.

"I spot a large yellowish jelly - a Lion's Mane, Leatherback food - like a smudge of rust pulsing through the sea."

He uses such good imagery! I went ... what's that called when you go up on a parachute behind a boat? Parasailing? Whatever. I did that with my sister a year or two ago but I had to leave my glasses on the boat. I saw this far below, rust pulsing through the sea, but I didn't know what it was. And now I do. Verdict: awesome.

And that's it. Maybe I'll post more another time, but I actually really do need to record my playing test.


toes, meet water.

Here is a list I just rediscovered of my New Year's Resolutions.

1. Lose like twenty pounds. (That makes me sound really fat. I don't look that fat, but I would love to weigh somewhere aroud 110. )
2. Cut my hair.
3. Find a nice, pretty-looking boy and date him. (Really, what was I thinking?)
4. Get license.
5. Revamp wardrobe.
6. Paint room.
7. Get an A in chemistry. (Got an A first quarter. Yay. We'll see about second. EDIT: June 10- 82 on the final, 90 second quarter, 94 first quarter. Overall average - B. *sigh*)
8. Exercise at least 2 hours each week. (Not happenin'.)
9. Learn how to use makeup.
10. Learn how to walk in high heels.
11. Read 50 books.
12. Become awesome. (Refer to diagram published in previous post.)

I'm not encouraged.



Reason number twenty why the original Star Trek is amazing.



today, i feel thick.

my coordination is messed up. today, i opened a door but my face was in the way so i got a faceful of door.

and i feel sort of fat. not fat. just thick.

i can't really think. i have a project due tomorrow for which i'm doing like half the work again. i hate groupwork.

i can't get motivated to move.

i'm tired.

my eyelids have been heavy all day long.

i'm in one of those weird moods where i can't listen to a song all the way through because i get bored with it.

i am a whine bucket. a thick one.

oh, while i'm here whining. COMMENT IN ENGLISH, NOT CHINESE, AND STOP POSTING PORN LINKS. i swear, you people make me want to kill a baby or something.


i hope to be awesome one day.

I'm not sure how I'll achieve this. I might be climbing up the social ladder, but I'm not sure. I've had to take a lot of leaps of faith and leave some friends behind. The problem is, I know leaving them behind them hurts them, but the thing that bothers me is that... none of that bothers me. I'm my own person now, I've finally broken free from their negative social influence. and now, they can't make me feel awkward around them and others and they can't annoy me and they can't be just plain... weird. I don't mean fun weird like people who play Yu-Gi-Oh (ahem SHANE.) I mean weird as in... I can't describe it.

It's sad because they were my only friends last year and I dumped them.

I feel like the mean bitchy girl in the movies who leaves her bff for popular girls. I kind of feel like whatsername Lindsay Lohan in Mean Girls.

And it doesn't bother me. But since I'm making myself lose this much, maybe I'll be awesome one day. Maybe it will all pay off and once I've made it to the top I can be friends with them.

I really do hope I become awesome one day.


Wow, you really read all that? Danggg. Props! =]

Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.

Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)