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2006-08-10T02:17:00.000-07:00

A Tribute to Janosch.

2006-01-10T23:28:00.000-08:00

I believe noone reads this anymore.
It's exciting, posting this entry. Sort of like leaving a noisy, crowded room and entering a familiar one that is now quiet.
Well anyways. This here entry is dedicated to Janosch. My favorite German cartoonist.

"Kleiner Tiger... Immer Sieger" This is my motto pin. It means, roughly, "Little Tiger... Such a Fighter"

See how it's all scratched up? It's on my jacket.

A postcard I have in my room. "Lach doch mal" Basically means, "Smile."

Some random pictures I like.

He's also the author of that sex book I have. Teaching little children about where babies come from. Couldn't find the pictures to that online though. Except for the cover:

"Mutter, sag, wer macht die Kinder?" = "Mother, tell me, who makes the children?"

Janosch Website
(It helps if you know German)

I meant to post it here in the first place... but my hazy mind confused blogspot with livejournal. Heh...

2005-02-24T01:48:00.000-08:00

Everyone is leaving. Or is gone. Mom, dad, and Pia have gone up to bed. Ariel's and other have left for France. The seniors are leaving for college. The cool people from the swimteam are leaving. I'm quite sorry about it. Soon there'll be no more stripping in the changing room. No more walking around naked. And the lunchspot by the track will be empty. That cement block's already been thrown over the side. Doc's bagels will be crammed with naive (or not so naive) little freshmen. Less space and more space. Empty and full. My fingers are cold, so I just might stop typing. Maybe I'll make a real update soon.

Hey! I came across some old pics from our old comp with our old [crappy] camera. Was that me? Oh man oh man. I had time to play with cameras back in middle school. The good old days?

Winter Formal

2005-01-09T13:55:00.000-08:00

Was it just me, or was everyone wearing the same three types of dresses?
Actually, I don't think there is much choice in wear for formal occasions. And now that I think about it, acceptable everyday clothes don't have much range either. Whatever. Who needs clothes? I wore make-up for the second time in my life yesterdy. I didn't feel any different. So I guess I don't understand that whole, "wear a different face to school," or, "feel naked without make-up" deal. The only time I really felt anything for it was when I wanted to rub my eyes (being really tired) and ended up with black smudges on my hands. I know, ewww.
I had the best cheescake I've ever had (or most of it anyway) at TGIFs.
Formal was fun. It wasn't spectacular. The only thing spectacular was how many people I'd never before seen in my life. "This is the Carlmont Winter Formal, right?"
And how short the dress were. That was spectacular. The bunch I came with mostly hung out at a table, played Risk (Chris brought the board game!), burnt Doritos (boyscouts), or just talked. Shaun and I danced a lot. When we got hot and sweaty, we'd go outside or something. We mostly hung out by ourselves or with Mary and Robbie. I danced with girls too :)
But my feet hurt so much after.... at least I was a bit taller than usual.
Shall I go to another Carlmont Dance in the future? We shall see....

at Mira's

2004-12-28T21:27:00.001-08:00

I'm at Mira's! No, not my house. The other Mira. The other German/Korean Mira. Don't believe me? That's horrible then. We're watching Notting Hill and before that we were fighting over domination of the world. I was well on my way to dominating North America, Asia, and I was pretty into South America as well.
It's called Risk.

To rule the world... Well, I gather that's what politics is all about.
Oh well. I can't think of anything else to write. I might as well watch the movie...

IKEA (and a long ass entry)

2004-12-11T18:28:00.000-08:00

My parents made a trip to Ikea. During the last couple of days, my mom has been extremely motivated in making our rooms nicer looking and decorating the house in festive spirit. Well, part of this room transformation has included me taking down my random crap from the walls. But then I realized this stuff isn't crap at all. This is a part of me. And my room looks naked without it. No matter how many shelves and elegant stuff you put up. So I've decided I'm going to put it all up again after we are done "transforming" my room.

THE FOUR WALLS OF MY ROOM

On the door there is a little potpourri angel which I got in Pittsburgh. Back when I used to still go to church. I had my first confession there or something like that. When you get all dressed, in a white dress and a veil, and you go to the priest to confess your sins. Anyways, Pia's teacher, Ms. Lepinski got Pia a bag of gifts, but she didn't know I was celebrating it too, so she just yoinked the angel out of Pia's bag and gave it to me. Pia was mostly gracious about it, but constantly reminded me that the angel was meant for her. I like it all the better for it. It's butt is loaded with dead leaves. But it smells good.

Under the angel there's a sticker, "Molière Than Thou." A play I went to this year with Maurice and Garrett, and OMFG, Mrs. Burton. That's right. It was a one man show. And it was also my first onstage performance (guy coming on to, speaking in old English, and me ripping his script, awesome, eh?) I think my door is a twist of irony. An angel and a play on the saying "holier than thou." Quite funny considering I'm no longer particularly religious.

Then you open the door.

Maybe start with the left wall and work yourself around the room. First, a gigantic poster of Disneyland. I love this poster because it's very detailed, and I love detail. In the left bottom corner there is a picture of my roomates and chaperone group. There was a debate about this picture, because apparently it was agreed I looked like "a thug," but I didn't know what a thug was. Wearing all black, sunglasses, and a vizor doesn't make you a thug. Hanging from a nail in the corner of the poster is a mickey mouse keychain from our group's chaperone. Sydney's mom. I miss her quite often and wonder what our friendship would have turned into. We were such fierce friends, would it have worked out?

Next there's a column of pictures just taped to the wall. There's a picture of Tani's birthday party at the mall. 'Twas sometime in middle school. And I remember I bought blue and silve nail polish which I never used and eventually gave to Pia, and a sweater. Which Pia lost maybe a year ago. Hmmm. Underneath there's a picture of Pia, my aunt Annette, and I sitting on a tree on top of well... some rock in Yosemite. I mean a very big rock. I don't think it was halfdome, but it was a pretty damn big rock. That was the first time my grandparents came to the U.S. to the see us. We went to Yosemite for a week I think. I remember a cabin and everyone drinking beer or wine (except for me and Pia of course) , complaining of its quality compared to German's. I remember card games and stars, and flickering kerosene lamps. Then pictures of Pia, Katarina, and I posing with her guinea pigs. I was maybe seven and Pia six. And I think K was a year older than I. Our best friend in Germany because we came up with the greatest adventures, the three of us. And I remember losing her guinea pig after our "photo shoot." I don't remember if she ever found it. Underneath that, a picture of everybody who came to my birthday party at Ice Chalet in 7th grade. Amazing what a group of people.... Anna, Ariel, Sonia, Ilana, Sandi, Crystal. And look what's happened to us now. We iceskated without a care in our little worlds. And when they kicked us off the ice because the hockey team had to practice, we gawked at hockey players instead of eating my melted ice cream cake.

A little further along the wall there are more pictures. They were all taken the same day. In Germany, when we were little, we went to my grandma's friend's house. She was related to us in some way, but I've forgotten how. She had a rabbit named Bärle, and we took pictures with him. Pia still had her eyepatch from her surgical eye operation when she was 4 or 5. The day of her operation, the hospital was so full that she had to be put in the bathroom to recover from the anasthetic. Imagine waking up in a bathroom after being put to sleep in a regular hospital room. Scary thought. I already had glasses, so I must have been older than 6. We're both in our pajamas looking dazedly into the camera while Bärle squirms in our laps.

Above all these pictures hangs a t-shirt. It has the date 4-15-1996. My last day of school in Germany. The day all my classmates in my second grade class signed my t-shirt and wrote a message or drew a picture. Above that is a picture of two seals in the water, and above that a big poster of the United States with characters from Peanuts depicting historical events and when they occured. In between , scattered throughout, are pictures I bought from giftstores in every national park gift shop we visited. This was two years ago when my family went on a 4,000mile road trip throug 11 states or something like that. Two weeks, seven national parks, and family bonding. Great, huh?

Next wall: There's not much on it since there are two windows taking up most of the space. But right above my bed, I have pictures of relatives who are dead, but who I never really knew. My great-grandpa Alois, my great-uncle, Walter, and my grandpa, Min-Gab. And next to their pictures is a dried-out rose I got for my eighth grade graduation and a dried-out daisy... I forgot why I put that there. Between the two windows is a picture of Aiko, Taiga (who were the kids of my mom's Japanese friend), Pia, and I in Pittsburgh, in our garden. We had a rope tied to a tree and we would swing on it. We'd go treasure hunting in our backyard which was filled with junk, or we'd climb the garage roof and pick moss off to find the worms underneath. We got yelled at once for going on the neighbors roof and doing that.

Next wall: First there is an article from a newspaper I read in English in 9th grade - Mr. Craig's class (on a Wednesday because that's when we had to read editorials and comment on them). It compared Bush to Ahab and his administration to the crew in Moby Dick. Enough said? Then there's the panoramic picture of my eighth grade class. We are all standing outside on the field, freezing. Then the picture taken at our orchestra festival. We were supposed to strike funny poses, but mine wasn't nearly as funny as I thought it would be. Maybe 'cause I didn't look too happy. Then there's a little slip of paper, declaring what the silence is about. Supporting all people who have to remain silent about their sexual preference. Goddamn society and its expectations. Above this is a picture of a Dayton Triumph motorcycle. The first poster I ever got. From my dad. And above that, a poster of two baby raccoons peeking out of a treetrunk I got on our roadtrip at some national park giftstore.

Next wall is my closet. But above my closet I put Pia's pastel artwork. I love its fierceness. She drew it this year, and gave it to me. Next to her poster is my pledge of a grievance.
"I pledge a grievance, to the flag, of the plighted stakes of America,
and to the republics, upon which it stands, one nation, playing god,
blind and visible, with the illusion of liberty and justice for all" -Jupiter Jones
I got this poster when I went to my first huge rally. It was the second major anti-(Iraq)war rally in SanFrancisco. I went with Ariel and her dad, and was generally amazed by the sheer amount of people. And the signs.
Between the closet and the door, there is a narrow strip of wall. I posted printed out lyrics of "Wonderwall" by Oasis there.
Underneath there is a copy of the Declaration of Independence which I got for participating in some contest when I went to elementary school in Cupertino.

You wouldn't believe it, but I think that's it. Writing this somehow brought back a lot of memories. I doubt this entry will make sense to any others.

Sometimes I think I'd like to make my journal private, or at least be able to know who reads it. But I doubt people read my journal any longer, especially since I've figured out that any real friends I do have, use livejournal. Or maybe noone comments. I can't decide.

I am completely going to copy this into my live journal. And block up their friends page for everyone who has me on their friends list

AAA

2004-12-10T23:35:00.000-08:00

Well, Ariel, I did have an exciting night. No biggie about the concert. And I doubt they were lamenting I wasn't there. I have some pretty bad singing vibes, if I had been there, everyone probably would have been unable to sing or something. Anyways, at around 9pm Brendan called and asked if I wanted to go bowling again with everyone who went last time (still no other girls). I decided to go and he said Alex could give me a ride. Alex came by and picked me up, and until then everything was fine. We were on Woodside Rd. trying to merge into the right lane, when some jerk speeded up and cut off Alex. So we missed the turn onto El Camino. Alex being Alex, and also being a guy, claimed he knew exactly where he was. "Oh we just need to make a right here, look there's a McDonalds, I know exactly where we are." Heh, besides there being a McDonald's on every other corner, we didn't know squat. So we drove around a bit, Alex talking about where (he thought) we were and me talking about other random things. Suddenly we hit on El Camino. We stopped at a stop light and then the world went blank. We couldn's see anything anymore from all the smoke (we determined it to be steam actually) coming from the hood of his car. We were like "WTF, mate?" So we pulled into an alley to inspect the car. It was leaking some fluid which was being evaporated and turned into steam as it hit the hot engine. We thought it was cooling liquid or something, and we were right. The rest of the story can be predicted. It involves, a call to AAA, several calls from Brendan and to Brendan, and a fun night not so much filled with bowling. Alex and I agreed it was all pretty hilarious. His dad came too, and was able to drop me off at home. Gee wiz.

7:01

2004-12-10T19:01:00.000-08:00

I'm missing the choir concert as of now. It's a terribly complicated story, and I'm very distraught. I'm so stupid. Today... I wasn't thinking of going to the choir concert, but in weight training Chris, being Chris, somehow convinced me I was going. Even though I didn't have a ride. He said he'd get Paul to give me one. During lunch I was elated to find out Ariel could give me a ride. The rest of the day was... eh... whenever I got bored (English) I thought of the fun I'd be having that night. Of course after music mentors, and violin. Didn't think about too much else. Well during music mentors I got a headache(very loud saxophones and general mayhem), violin lessons were awesome for a change (even with the headache). For some odd reason I expected to be home at 6pm. I was thinking... 45 min lessons, should be done by 5:45, 15 minutes to get home... perfect. Turns out there was a ton of traffic, it's Friday night, of course there would be. But it was still agony... Every few minutes I'd look at the dashboard clock fiercly wishing I had a cellphone. We got home at 6:30 sharp and Pia told me right away, "Ariel called, are you going to some choir concert? Well, she had to go to dinner." I called right away, but noone picked up. I left sort of a half assed message which basically said, "You're not home... well darn it's not going to work then is it? See ya later!(in a slightly fake optimistic tone)" Being me, I still had some hope. I ran upstairs, put on my cool earrings and my awesome yellow raincoat and the minutes ticked by. 6:40, well maybe... 6:45, still could be. 6:50, hmmm . 6:55, oh well. 7:00, why did I want to go so badly? 7:01.
Well, it's my fault for not telling her I'd be cutting it close with my violin lessons. I don't know why I made that account so detailed. I was distraught at the beginning of this entry. But it's a choir concert. It's not the end of the world, right? That'll teach me... don't put all your hopes on one thing to go right in a day. And... the good in life mostly comes in unexpected doses. Like at my violin lessons. We laughed about our sillinesses (sp?), her cat, birds, Monty Pythons, and my butchering of a very nice song. And that even though I was expecting her to be disappointed in me again and lessons to go by in some mundane manner.
When you're down the only way to go is up, and maybe these few weeks haven't been the greatest in my life, but I'm just going to go finish the questionnaire, and then curl up and watch some Korean movies. And maybe even read.
If you're reading this Ariel... I love you very much, and don't mind my ranting. It's my fault for not letting you know about how time things were with me. Don't you dare say "I'm sorry" or anything of that manner, because you have nothing to be sorry for and I think I'll just get mad---at myself.
Before I say too many superfluous things (... a bit of a paradox.... ):

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Mira
2. SuperMira
3. OochMay
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. daswtgirl
2. imavizorgurl
3. aseecretfriend ....I know these are all very corny, but I created them all during a phase where I thought they were awesomely cool sounding
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My heritage.
2. My strong immune system.
3. My ability to take in the world, digest, and spit out my own version of what it should be.
THREE THINGS YOU HATE (hate is a strong word, lets go with dislike) ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My disorganization.
2. Not thinking things through before acting on whims.
3. Catching myself doing/thinking things that my conscience warns me against.
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. German
2. Korean
3. ...I'm a quarter North Korean if that counts as a different part of my heritage.
THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:
1. Pia dying before me (is that selfish?)
2. Going insane (losing my wits, Alzheimers)
3. Another Hitler or Stalin - his cruelty is underestimated
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Laughing
2. A little bit of love (family, friends)
3. ... ipod?

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Well, I'm still wearing my yellow raincoat (made of cloth... it isn't even water proof... but it looks like a rain coat)
2. Pink leaf earrings I got from Bee, a Korean girl I met in New York, she was in the orchestra we performed with...
3. The beanie vizor hat I got from Hutch for my birthday...
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:
1. Die Prinzen
2. Weezer
3. Hoobastank.... OF is being emphasized here, right?
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1. Deutschland - Die Prinzen
2. Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve
3. Opera Singer - Cake
THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS
1. Learning guitar
2. Acing my classes (erm..... can anyone say nerd?) ++key word is TRY
3. Live in my currently clean and nice looking room (due to very nice curtains... and an... afghan!)
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):
1. effort (even in the bad times you have to TRY)
2. understanding (which means a lot of things....like understanding that I like having fun)
3. honesty... and I'd like to emphasize LOVE
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE
1. I'm in love.
2. I understand love.
3. I wish for love.
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE (or same) THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. Humor (how they deal with life)
2. Intellect (is that physical...maybe the physical aspect is they've got to be able to look me in the eye and carry on a good conversation)
3. Well, for a real physical aspect.... eyes, I don't know why, but there's something about eyes....
* I don't lay much value in physical appearance, I think.
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1. I can't pretend to like being made a fool of, I can't take it...
2. I can't stay with a group of people once I've determined they have absolutely no interest in what I have to say or who I am
3. I can't keep myself from making dumb mistakes... believe me I've tried my whole life

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. The Outside (anywhere under the sky... where I can SEE the sky)--- I see that it isn't a hobby, but it just includes the many things that I wouldn't be able to fit here. And yes it includes swimming.
2. Reading
3. Music (listening, playing)
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Go to Germany. Right now. I have a longing to see my family. Especially since it's close to Christmas.
2. Talk to my mom and suddenly be fluent in Korean ... wishful thinking.... PRACTICE is what I really need to do
3. Be playing guitar, and suddenly be really good ... wishful thinking.... PRACTICE is what I really need to do
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. Be an ambassador and travel the world
2. Be a doctor and make people feel good (but I am not willing to go through the education to get that... and money)
3. Work outside doing something I love to do... something physical which involves me having fun... making beautiful things
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. take the train through Europe--- go with friends
2. Korea (once I'm fluent... see Three Things I want To Do Really Badly Right Now #2)
3. Australia...

THREE KID'S NAMES
1. "No friggin' clue. Something cool and unusual, but not too too random to the extent of making the kid miserable fodder for bullies the world over. Probably something with some sort of history, something from mythology or Shakespeare or something, but preferably something without too many religious or other connotations." - Ariel
2. "DITTO" - Me
3.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Find love.
2. Make my parents happy/proud of me...
3. "Make some small lasting difference for someone else." -Ariel "DITTO" - Me
THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW OR DIE PAINFULLY - I've fulfilled my duty guys, now it's your turn. (you don't really have to take it if you don't want to)
1. Pia
2. hmmm
3. ?

Miz

2004-12-05T22:16:00.000-08:00

The past week has been miserable. And it was mostly my fault. Besides having a problem with my contacts which resulted in two temporary eye problems, I was sleep deprived, overworked, and sick from my sister's flu. And sometimes it is a curse to be the woman-type. But above all, there was weird mental turmoil, about nothing really. Just dreams floating around... in tornadoes.
I have to say, the outlook for next week doesn't seem much better. I've found I'm to be separated from all my lunch buddies and friends because some teen mob in the quad threw stuff at campus security. And I don't just mean some fellow lunchers, I mean ALL. ALL the people I usually eat lunch with will be in the other lunch period. I'm sure things could get a lot worse, but this is pretty bad considering what a pampered little teen I am. And now I am waiting to get back a response to a fury filled e-mail I sent a friend I never had.
This weekend was good. I came home from school on Friday, skipped music mentors and violin lessons and just slept. Slept for 21 hours. When I woke up I felt better, just in time to go to Chris's and watch rock operas and drink eggnog. After that, OliviaB, Paul, Chris, Ariel, and I sat up on the roof. That's where I realized something. Olivia and Paul were huddled together and Chris and Ariel were on the other side of me. I stood up and explored the roof. I mean that's what I do whenever I notice that I am alone. I run away to find something, but I never know what it is. That's a coward. That's something I don't want to be. At the same time I don't want to stay and watch and feel pathetic. That's not what I call braving it out. I don't want to lament over what I don't have! On the other hand ignore it? Goddamn it I don't know.
It was a nice night. We watched Hedwig and Night Before Christmas and The Wall, drank eggnog, played risk, learned guitar. The best part was hugging everyone goodnight and going to Ariel's. I think she gives off healing energy, or something. It's a new feeling, being there for someone. And I know I am not nearly as important in her life as I sometimes think myself to be or could ever be, I'm still somewhere in there. And she can love me while I'm there.
I won't asked to be loved, I think I am too proud. Nor can I admit I love, because I am too proud. It seems I hide my feelings too well. Besides I don't know what love is. How should I? ... could I?
I can be completely cliché and say, "Only time can tell." Instead I want to say this: I found a guitar in my garage and I want to learn how to play it.

Hah! ... an update

2004-11-29T01:23:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving is the perfect excuse for everyone around me to have very big get-togethers with their extended family and strategically make me feel very lonely. I love my family, but it's not the same as having your extended family spoil you or make you feel special... damn! or just even seeing them!
We are not multicultural! We're a family spread out over the world, we never see each other, and most I don't even know or don't remember. That's not what I call a family. Multilingual maybe, multicontinental yes, but not multicultural. I've lived neither culture enough to identify with it. (If I honestly had to choose between the two, I think it'd be German, but that is mainly because I at least know the language and spent most of my childhood there...half of which I can't remember) Which reminds me. I am losing German. I have to remind myself to speak it. And I rarely think in it. I think I am becoming more American than I feel comfortable with.

Where I live is beautiful, but ultimately a very tragic place. And there's one thing that disgusts me. That barely any people walk in it. And I mean walk. Not run, not jog, not walk the dog, walk the baby, or the grandma. No one walks to just reflect, take in, or anything. It makes me incredibly mad. I am not saying you have to like walking. I'm betting people LIKE to walk. But everyone is so lethargic. Apathetic. Goddamn lazy. Even I'm lazy and that drives me all the more insane. Computers are great, so are tv's, but why is there no one outside when it's a beautiful day? Where is everyone? What are the people DOING?

I'm getting so angry I can't contain myself. Something good happened today. Went to a fundraiser at T&B's. I had an unintentional laughing fit. I laughed so much my stomach hurt and my throat burned. I felt good and like an idiot at the same time. It was good though. And movie night the night before was sort of good too. Except I wish we'd done something besides watching movies. I could have kept playing ping pong.

I'm deciding to calm my anger and go to sleep.

Walk more... the world is beautiful

I'm singing a sooonnng

2004-11-24T20:44:00.000-08:00

Saw (or heard) the Banana Gods sing today. Twas pretty awesome. Had a good talk with Ariel, but much more could have been said... meaning I want to talk to you more Ariel!
Ummmm... no one is updating anymore. A little thing like school maybe? Then why am I posting? Because I type fast. And I'm checking my e-mail anyway.
So. I'm not doing ANYTHING for Thanksgiving tomorrow. Hurrah for me. Actually I'll probably be working in my gazillion AP and SAT prep books. I got my SAT II German score! Boo-yah! (Yes, that's right, I said "Boo-yah")
I'm learning to lower my expectations of anything I think will be fun. I think that means I'm becoming pessimistic, but I'm not really. I think it's better for me not to expect too much so I'll be pleasantly surprised when something good happens. Besides, I know too many people who expect the world and get dirt grinded in their face. If that didn't make sense, don't worry, I made it up.
So... I wrote a poem about turning seventeen. I think I'll post it soon, and because I'm so nice, I'll add explanations for those of you who are not me, and don't understand what's going through my head. Anyway, it's more interesting that way.

Our Town

2004-11-19T22:10:00.000-08:00

Saw today at Cmont. Awesome play. I vaguely remember it from a tv performing arts channel and I remember watching it and becoming fixated on it. But I never saw the ending. In essence it is very tragic. It made me sad, because I think I'm one of them, one of those people they talk about. Living in the moment, but not really focusing on the important details of it.
I thought it was a great play though. Many of my friends were in it, or helping, or in the audience. After the intermission I sat in the front row with Rosalie and Julia and Maurice and Muller. After the play, it's customary to wait outside the back door and wait for the actors to come out. I had great fun waiting, and messing up Chris's yoyo tricks. So all the actors came streaming out... they were all awesome! Especially Neyht with the tophat and Eliot, the milkman!! Tynan as the professor...Tylor as narrator... and of course the techies moving heavy stuff around (Ariana! Tani! Leslie!). And Kimmee and Chris with the lead roles. And all the other people that I don't really know but see and smile at once in a while.
The play made me contemplative. I also heard it means a lot to Mr. Craig. Apparently it was the last thing he did (go see OUR TOWN) with a friend who died shortly after. And he was reviewing the script of the play when Tim Volkert died. Well, that's what it's about, death, or maybe, actually living. Not appreciating what we have, that's living, and finding out how wrong we were, that's death. I don't know really. And love figures in there somewhere too. Whew.
Every play I see makes me want to join drama. I don't know why. It's still on my list of things to do before I die.
A lot of the Venturers were at the play. They sat a few rows back from where I orginally sat (with Pia and Ali) I realized something. I realized how exclusive of a group of people we really are. They are all little things, and little things are that which matter so much to some little people. Hmmm. I saw Ariel and Hannah and the Sarvers. Ariel was knitting a beautiful scarf. I had this crazy urge to touch it. So many people were there, everywhere. Outside, when we were waiting for the actors... Not much of the cast were actually close friends of mine. But everyone was so happy and hugged each other...
In the car on the way home, we heard two good oldies. If you're going to San Francisco (be sure to wear some flowers in your hair) and You Don't Have To Say You Love Me (both really long titles).The first one made me want to dance in the streets of san francisco with that song on (or anywhere for that matter... I can picture it, empty streets, the stars, the rain, flowers in my hair...). The second one made me want to be in love and be loved. It's all very bittersweet.

When I said I needed you
You said you would always stay
It wasn't me who changed but you
And now you've gone away
Don't you see that now you've gone
And I'm left here on my own
That I have to follow you
And beg you to come home
You don't have to say you love me
Just be close at hand
You don't have to stay forever
I will understand
Believe me, believe me
I can't help but love you
But believe me, I'll never tie you down
Left alone with just a memory
Life seems dead and so unreal
All that's left is loneliness
There's nothing left to feel
Oh, You don't have to say you love me
Just be close at hand
You don't have to stay forever
I will understand
Believe me, believe me
I can't help but love you
Believe me, I'll never tie you down
Oh believe me
Oh believe me
Oh
You don't have to say you love me
Just be close at hand
You don't have to stay forever
I will understand
Believe me
Oh
Believe me
Oh
Believe me

I finally figured it out

2004-11-18T18:47:00.000-08:00

I finally figured out the profile of this idiotic blog. You have to separate the songs with a comma! But there's still the moronic 600 character limit. So I'm keeping my list of Awesome Songs in my sidebar.

Hanboks

2004-11-18T16:14:00.000-08:00

KOREAN GARB

compared to the other culture I'm associated with:

Thank you

2004-11-14T21:16:00.000-08:00

So I have three birthday cakes now. One my mom got me, one my dad baked me, and one Chris baked me! The last one is a pumpkin pie. Awesome, don't you think? My first pumpkin pie.
I had no expectations. I didn't think much would happen. And I was being honest with myself. This morning I mostly spent with my family...I opened the present from Hutch (actually I opened it yesterday before I went to sleep 'cause it was past 12 o'clock) which was an itrip. Oh so awesome.

It uses nearby radios to transmit the songs on your ipod. I'll talk about how that worked later. After breakfast and blowing out seventeen candles, Dad and Pia took me to Borders. Pia bought me a Hoobastank CD and she got a Dashboard Confessional one. What's going to end up happening though is that I'll upload the Hoob cd onto itunes and then onto my ipod and I'll give the cd to her. And then I'll steal her Dash Con music. Har har har!
Came home. Dad made pizza. And he actually made it too. Whew.
After that I had to leave for the flag ceremony in Foster City. They were dedicating the new scouting headquarters or something. Turns out everything was a bit iffy. Robbie was there so I didn't feel completely out of place. Some seascouts showed up and I found out one of them had gone to Redwood Rendezvous. He was part of the Gryphons, ship 33. His team had built a cardboard boat, and instead of making a rake (which is the incline of the bow) they made a gardening rake out of cardboard. Yup. There was a little scout. He and I played Green Door with Robbie. Try to figure it out: What is the Green Door?
Trees can enter, logs can't
Plastic can't enter, but glass can
Cassettes can go through, but videos can't
sub woofers can, but speakers can't
antelope can't, but gazelles can

Ok... moving on. After flag I came back home and it was maybe 5pm. Ariel called me up to go see The Incredibles. Paul and Chris came along, and Pia came too. Here's where the iTrip comes in. We turned the car radio to 87.9 and I could broadcast my music! Man it was awesome. The Incredibles was awesome too. I wore my sunglasses in the movie theater! (I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can so I can) and a raincoat. And the other present from Hutch, VizorBeanie!

After the Incredibles I opened my present from Ariel. A photo album, awesome smelling candle, chocolate, and another IPOD. No just kidding. At first I thought, "No way?!" But it turned out that it was my own ipod which I stuck in the bag before we went to see the movie. Here is the fiercest gift of them all:

RAWWWWWRRRR!

Then Chris came up to me with his hands behind his back "Pick one, you'll get them both anyway"
I picked left which was..... a whipped cream can!!! In his right he has pumpkin pie. Oh man oh man.

++++++

======
fulfilled Mira

Then Ariel had to leave :(
The ride back was best. We were all high on life. And I was fooling around with my ipod and iTrip. We just laughed and played hilarious music. Once we were close to home (suburbia) we rolled down the windows and turned Ghostbusters. Then French Erotic Film music (Ome Henk), and then some Waterloo. To finish off we played Kill Bill music... WooHoo (5678s)
Finally home again, I finished off all three of my cakes and went to sleep a happy seventeen year old. Good beginning for my seventeenth year in existence.

Thanks Ariel, Chris, and Paul for inviting me out. Thanks Pia for coming with me. Thanks Hutch for the iTrip and the Vizorbeanie! Thanks to everyone, and I mean everyone (even the people who didn't know it was my birthday... better you did nothing than did something and ruined it, you know?). I'm going to go to sleep...with a fierce tiger on my finger.

Oh, and I was just kidding about eating all the cakes....I only finished off 2 and 3/4 of the third one.... (darn)

Goodbye Sweet Sixteen, Hello Savage Seventeen

2004-11-14T01:32:00.000-08:00

It's been seventeen years and (about) nine months since my conception... Seems like ages ago.
HALF OF 34...in another lifetime.

A song from my childhood:

Wie schön daß Du geboren bist

Heute kann es regnen,
stürmen oder schneien,
denn du strahlst ja selber
wie der Sonnenschein.
Heut ist dein Geburtstag,
darum feiern wir,
alle deine Freunde freuen sich mit dir.

(Today it could rain, storm, or snow, but
you shine like the sun, 'cause today's your birthday
that's why we're celebrating, all your friends
are happy with you.)

Wie schön daß du geboren bist,
wir hätten dich sonst sehr vermißt.
wie schön daß wir beisammen sind,
wir gratulieren dir, Geburtstagskind!

(It's nice that you were born, we would have missed
you if you hadn't, it's nice that we're together,
we congratulate you birthday child)

Uns're guten Wünsche
haben ihren Grund:
bitte bleib noch lange
glücklich und gesund.
Dich so froh zu sehen,
ist was uns gefällt,
Tränen gibt es schon
genug auf dieser Welt.

(Our good wishes have reasons, please stay for
healthy and happy for at least a while,
we like seeing you happy. There are too many
tears in this world already)

Wie schön daß du geboren bist,
wir hätten dich sonst sehr vermißt.
wie schön daß wir beisammen sind,
wir gratulieren dir, Geburtstagskind!

Montag, Dienstag, Mittwoch,
das ist ganz egal,
Dein Geburtstag kommt im Jahr
doch nur einmal.
Darum laß uns feiern,
daß die Schwarte kracht,
Heute wird getanzt,
gesungen und gelacht.

(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, doesn't really matter
your birthday is only once a year. So let us
celebrate, so your house creaks loudly,
Tonight we're gonna dance, sing, and laugh)

Wie schön daß du geboren bist,
wir hätten dich sonst sehr vermißt.
wie schön daß wir beisammen sind,
wir gratulieren dir, Geburtstagskind!

Rolf Zuckowsk

Friday

2004-11-13T09:52:00.000-08:00

Friday was...a friday! hah!
School was normal (full of stupid ignorant teachers, and scary threats by others).
After school I hung out for 10-15 minutes in front of English, but no one showed up (well, Rachel did. I asked her about her Venture Crew and she said it's kind of dying out, and if it completely dies, she'll join our crew), so I took my ipod and started walking. On the way to... wherever I was going, my mom drove up and took me back to school. She had to pick Pia up from school 'cause she'd had another dizzy spell or headache. Then I drove us home. Some jerky driving and then off to homework land, for a little while. Violin lessons. Better than usual. She was excited when I told her it was my birthday Sunday (she asked what I'm doing this weekend, and I said... "Lot's and lot's of homework on Saturday" "Why?" "So I don't have to do homework on my birthday." "It's your birthday Sunday? Ahhhh!") She gave me one of those rainmaker things. You turn it upside down and it sounds like rain falling. I really love it. Then I came back and didn't do anything for a while. Brendan called and I went bowling. I'm not much of a bowler though. Brendan told me there'd be other girls, but of course they screwed up and never really invited any other girls. ARghhh. (Leave it up to me to go do something I'm bad at with people I don't really know that well.... and be the only girl example: weight training....) In the beginning I had the worst score (something like 45 while Strauss had like.... 145) Second round I think I did even worse. But third round I started to get it (103!!!) Holmboe was there, Wanardi, Carr, Barbari, Beck, Felix, Buda, and I forgot who else... Strauss kicked all our asses. He's in an actual BOWLING LEAGUE. And this was what, maybe my third time bowling in my life. Whew. It was fun though. We went to Taco BEll after, tried to walk through the drive through... it didn't really work. Ate, and went home. By then it was maybe 1am. It was all pretty awesome. I'm thinking bowling would be very boring without friends to make it funny. I got 3 strikes! And I also dropped the bowling ball 3 times. The first time the ball was too heavy/oily ('cause they oil the runway), I dropped it, and Buda was about to go, but he cracked up so much that he dropped his too... and fell on the floor laughing.
So today is Saturday and I'm about to start doing all my homework so I really don't have to do anything tomorrow. That'll be the gift to myself. Just be lazy and not feel guilty about it for once, Mira.
Have an awesome weekend.

Vet Day

2004-11-11T18:19:00.000-08:00

So today was a good day.
Most of the morning I spent doing homework, studying for AP's and other loserish stuff, but it'll help me in the long run. I'm thinking. After all that work I decided on some fun. Went to Planet Granite and did some rockclimbing with Shaun, Matt, and Robbie. It felt good. Like swimming. I miss swimming so much. And I know once it starts I'll start complaining. But I really do love swimming. Well anyways, we probably rock climbed and bouldered for two hours, then we went to Roundtable. Gained back what I lost during climbing. The chimney at Planet Granite is harder than the one at Pacific Edge. Mostly because near the top it widens out, and you don't have as much leverage. It was hard, but all in all, definitely worth it. I had tons of fun. Something to change the routine that life has become.

My birthday is on Sunday. I don't feel much excitement. I just feel old. And somewhat lonely.

Behind

2004-11-07T21:03:00.000-08:00

My updating is getting behind. Not that it matters much anyways. This weekend was Campex which was pretty fun. I belayed many a little cub scout. I realized how much I miss camping. Although I was freezing cold during the night. Not a lot of Venturers showed up. Is the crew really breaking apart? Ever since I've become president.... it's all stacking up on my guilt shelf. It was a good weekend though. Ariel turned 16 today! I feel so old already. Had SAT IIs this weekend as well. I'm thinking I did OK, but I will just put off thinking about it until I receive my scores.
I've always liked online journals 'cause I type faster than I write and it gives people a chance to see inside Mira's head (which can be quite confusing), but I've decided I might just lay off for a while. I don't really have the time anymore and lately, paper has become my friend. No I won't quit blogging, I'll just.... decide later what I'll do. Some sort of compromise.

Catchy later .... Mira

Good going Mira

2004-11-04T19:15:00.000-08:00

Last weekend the adventures of Mira and Pia led them to ruin their father's birthday. Listen in to hear this week's horrifying plunge into the twilight zone of parental relationships...

It's the little things that build up and eventually turn into big boulders in your way trying to ruin your attempt at making things better. Just like homework that you don't do until the day before it's due, to make a good comparison. And those little things that build up, those are what bother parents. Of course it's important to make your future work out, but no Mira, first you have to clean your room. Stuff like that. Anyways.

I made my mom really mad becaue I insisted on taking a nap. I badly needed some sleep. No one knows (well, now you do, since I posted it in my blog which the whole world can see), but I barely sleep anymore. If I go to bed early, which I've been trying to do, I just stay awake in bed thinking, trying to sleep but failing. And sometimes, in the early morning hours, I walk around the house. I don't know what's wrong with me, but it makes me really tired during the day. I can't keep my eyes open when a teacher lectures. It's nearly impossible. It's a horrible game, but no, I don't want sleeping pills. I'm figuring it'll sort itself out sometime soon. But that isn't the point. It's the little things, right? So my mom got angry, and eventually I pissed her off so much that she gave up. She already gave up on Pia.

I'm a stupid angry teen, and I don't mean to make my parents mad. I don't know about other people, but I'm happy being close with my parents. Of course they have their moments where they are unreasonable and make unreasonable decisions, and then I feel sorry for myself, but really they're mostly ok.

They always say that they want the best, that they do all of this because they love us. But they can't always be right. There's a hitch in their whole plan somewhere, there's got to be. I love my parents, but they don't always do what's right for us. But.. I'm unreasonable too. Is it part of being a teen? I'm sorry if I don't understand the bigger picture you have to take into account, the money you have to worry about, our well-being, college, just everyday that you have to worry about Pia having another seizure, getting a call from school..... I'm sorry sorry sorry.

I just don't understand anything anymore. And I hate it! I HATE being some predictable drama queen. But all I'm filled with is guilt guilt guilt. Guilt for making my mom cry (or angry and depressed or disappointed in her children), guilt for not being able to return love where it is so freely given, guilty that I make myself so hard to be loved, guilty guilty guilty. And that doesn't really change ANYTHING. Because this is a stupid blog, and I can write anything I want to, and anyone can read it. I must have a problem expressing emotions in real life, cause I sure do it too much in here. Oh god, I think I'd rather just be funny and happy.

I've only lately gotten to be close to my mom. Once upon a time I was the weird one in the family. Now that I'm growing up, she sees parallels between what I am, and what she once was. It's funny to compare how much we are alike. But we're also completely different. And in the end, she's the parent and I'm the teen. I wish there was some way to make it all up to her, everything she's gone through to get this far, and she's been through a lot (even if all you see is a very kind bubbly asian lady). Maybe she regrets it, regrets me and Pia now. Maybe it was not worth it having children, raising them, then having them turn their back on you. Maybe all she wants is a little understanding, a little reassurance that what she was fighting for all our lives, most of her life, was worth it. Maybe. And I want to give it to her, but how, when I have so little understanding of what's going on around me at the same time? Has she lost faith in us, her children? I want her to love me, not because I'm a good student, or a polite kid, or because I clean my room. I wish I could show her all the bad things about me, and she would go, that's my Mira and I love her. But I almost doubt that. And I have so many bad sides to me. We want different things. She wants me to be safe and happy, and I want... well honestly, some wild fun. Or maybe that's what I think I want. And then maybe we want the same thing. To understand what the hell is even going on.

A mess once again

2004-10-31T10:22:00.000-08:00

Pia and I have made a mess of this day. It's terrible, and I feel... well... terrible. It's our dad's birthday today, and we completely ruined everything. Now everyone is moping around the house (namely Pia and I) wading around in our guilt. And mom is simply disappointed. Dad went out for a ride on his motorcycle probably thinking that's his only friend. After what we did to him.

There's so many things happening. And I'm always so confused.

Today is Halloween. I'm so disappointed because I really want to go to Chris's for trick or treating. But I have no costume, and no ideas at all right now. I don't know what to do. Mom probably won't let me go anyway.

I'm gonna go work off my butt now so that I'll be ready for SAT IIs next week. And then I'll work off my butt some more so that I can maybe go trick or treating. Besides, there's so many things to do.

Can't think of an appropriate title really....

2004-10-27T21:23:00.000-07:00

So yea, it was funny because afterschool basically the same thing happened to me that happened to Ariel. I was looking for her and Erik afterschool, but I, once again, couldn't find them. I hung around for a while, and then I started walking. I took my ipod out, not really paying attention to where I was going. I thought a lot, saw a lot, and although I can't describe what I saw anywhere near as eloquently as Ariel did in her journal... I felt more in touch with myself as well. But that bit about not paying attention to where I was going... that go me into trouble. I ended up lost, and generally confused about where I'd ended up. Then I saw a PT Cruiser in a driveway! I was saved. It was Chris's house. I don't know why I did this, but I was probably thinking along the lines of... well since I'm here.... So I rang Chris's doorbell and inquired about his health. His dad probably thought I was some sort of nutso friend, or Chris's stalker or something. Oh well. he gave me a strange look and then Chris came to the door. He looked better. He laughed at my situation. I told him to feel even better and to sleep a lot. Then I had to ask him how to get back to Carlmont. What an adventure. Other than that... I went home and did homework. There was a boyscout meeting I went to. It was fine, a bit boring at times. But they had pizza so who was I to care? I was busy eating.

So I've been thinking about going back to livejournal. It's not that I don't like blogger. I like blogger better than lj I think. It's just that people keep getting upset over everything I write. It seems like it's not even my own journal anymore, it's just an account for others to see how I'm doing. But having a friends only journal isn't really what I want either. I cannot decide. Of course I don't mean to hurt anyone with what I write, but it's getting hard keeping track of who actually reads this and what I can't write. And that means it's not a journal anymore where I can just reflect, or put down thoughts and genuine opinions. And whatever I do write that is my own opinion, people analyze and tell me what they think I mean, usually in emails or in person. I'm accusing no one whatsoever. I... just don't know what to do anymore. I'm not someone who can write without caring when I know I could hurt someone. But then I don't like all this half-honesty of not really putting down everything I mean. Somehow I want it to be like Ariel's journal. She's so honest that you know when she means something. And she tells you when she knows she's being irrational.

Well, you know, I think I could just try being honest. And I'm sorry if it hurts you. But I want this to be my journal. And really mine.

A tender issue....
So, people keep coming up to me with conjectures on who I like. I've heard many different things, and they're all whirling through my head. I don't know whether they're rumors or what... And I hear different versions of everything. It bothers me that these things get so out of hand. People assume to much. It's such a scandal if you have guy friends. I'm sorry if I have more guy friends than girl friends. And I don't understand the big deal either. My closest friend is a girl. And I've made actually quite a number of other friends who are girls this year. The fact remains, I'm more around guys than girls. It's almost easier. The girls are so clique oriented. It seems impossible really to still make a friend now, unaffiliated with exclusive cliques. Guys are much more simple about it. I like that. And they don't get all huffy and jealous, they don't care too much for shopping, and are usually funny, and generally more fun oriented vs. talk oriented. Of course there are things I kind of wish they had, like a deeper sense of loyalty to friends..... actually helping friends out when they're in trouble. But, nothing is perfect.

Ok this post didn't make sense at all. I might just delete it later....

Rather Odd Days

2004-10-25T15:45:00.000-07:00

Over the weekend was haunted house for the Venture fundraiser. We basically created a haunted house for little elementary school children. The building was stressful, just because the adults were getting on my case for not being responsible enough as president of the crew. Sometimes I wonder why people voted for me. Did they really think I was responsible enough? I tried to keep it together, tried to get people back into focus. But no one really listened to me, and in the end, if people look back on it, I didn't make much of a difference in how things were run. Most likely. The carrying out of the haunted house was fun. Although many of the children proved to be somewhat cynical of our entertaining tricks. It was being a part of something bigger that really made me happy. Something with a good cause. Clean-up was surprisingly fast. And then it happened, once again, when all least expected it.

I don't know how many know or how many suspect. My sister, my beautiful, intelligent, sensitive, holy-shit-how-can-she-be-so-awesome sister has epilepsy. You know, not many people really think about what it's like. And I admit, I like to pretend she doesn't have it. Of course I know how many people are worse off, how many things are wrong with the world. And I know it's a cliche to say it, but you never really expect it to happen to you. And it didn't. It happened to my sister. It just makes me so angry every time I think about it. It's both that I, myself don't deal with it directly, and that others (I don't mean people who've talked to me and told me they care, I mean people who just ignore it, namely guys) don't seem to care. I get so frustrated I sometimes just want it to have been me stuck with this unpredictable thing. My sister doesn't deserve it! Ok?! Whoever did it to her (God?!) , whatever caused it, I HATE YOU! YOU HEAR ME? I HATE YOU!
...
...
...
OK. I don't know. I'm being irrational. If anyone posts a meaningless feel good comment I think I will explode.

Back to what happened I guess... I was busy being independent adventurous me, and she had a seizure. Pat caught her. I'd been walking a bit ahead of her, but was behind the fence already. So I ran back. I held her, and Dr. Aden appeared. And soon my mom did too. We just held her. After a seizure, her mind reverts to the mind of a child. She can't comprehend, and it takes a while for reality to kick in. She cried a lot during that time. The bunch of guys I'd been with were walking back towards us. And they passed by us. I won't name names, but in that moment I truly could have beaten some of them up. The least they could have done was acknowledge that she was lying on the ground. Instead they walk by and ignore her. I know that they're guys, and some just don't know how to react. I know. And still I'm angry. If they could just understand.... There was only one young man (I know it sounds weird to say that... but he deserves to be called that) who redeemed himself. He earned my respect. Pia is alright now. After a nap she's always alright. I've never talked about this openly, but I asked Pia before I wrote this entry, and she does not want to keep it a secret either. She is so strong. Much stronger than I will ever be and so much more appreciative of what she has. I love her. And I will always. And she will always be the better of us two.

I'm glad to have gotten that out....
And I'm glad for the Aden's. They are always there for us. Later that day they came by to give Pia a CD. It was a CD of one of Dr. Aden's friends who is a genius piano player and musician, but who has epilepsy. They know how to touch your feelings.
After the Haunted House, Ariel and Hannah stayed at our house. I nearly cried when Ariel didn't want to come because she was worried about disturbing Pia. But she agreed to come. And I am so thankful. Thank you Ariel. Thank you Hannah. It made it better, more bearable than having a silence in our house while Pia slept. And it felt good. I felt good.

Then today was a confusing day. I'm positive Mrs. Burton hates me. Or maybe extremely dislikes me. I think it must be the opions I offer in class, which most often, don't agree with hers. She's full of it. How can she advocate tolerance without practising it herself? Everytime Liz speaks out against her, I give Liz a silent ovation. But my grade is suffering because of my opinions. What do I do? Suck-up? That is against my nature. Right now the fact that I'm more tolerant than her (because I actually tolerate her!) is the thing that keeps me from breaking down and tellling her what I really think about her and her class. Arghhhh.

This is a fairly angry entry. I need to get it all out. I don't even think many of my friends read this anymore. My entries are so mundane and happy and full of stuff nobody went to so nobody understands. But who cares. It's meant to be for my own benefit anyway. So at some later date I can look back and see all the kinds of crap I've ever gotten myself into. Those are the interesting entries.

So today after school I was once again frustrated. It seems like Erik and Chris and Ariel hide from me. In fact, I know they don't, but I can't fight the feeling that they evade me. And I feel stupid everytime I don't find them and walk down to Lunardi's with my ipod and buy a Jones soda or something. Which I did today. Except I didn't feel like getting a soda. I was really starting to wonder what I was doing, walking around aimlessly, so I decided to do homework and walk back to the school library. Right at the intersection of the entrance of the school, John pulled up in a van. I was listeneing to my ipod, but he seemed to be rolling down his window, so I got rid of my earphones and walked up to his window. He asked me to go get ice cream with him. I thought, what the hell, what else am I going to do? I don't know whether that was a wise decision. I know John mainly through Ariel, and I've heard many stories (I guess this sort of goes against my gossip principles) . I guess he's a flirt through and through. But then, what am I? Maybe he's not a flirt, but very self-confident. Seriously, what am I? And then, what does John see in me? I really wonder. It's funny.... I used to be such a total nobody, then, as soon as I said, screw everyone, I can handle myself... Yeah, I think I've changed. So we drove back to the shopping center, where I'd just come from, and we went to Baskin Robbins. He was very gentlemanly and bought me an ice cream. He got one too. And then we sat for over half an hour and just talked. About computer science, sports, school, interests, hobbies, people, religion. When we were talking about computer science, he told me he has yet to meet a genuinely good female programmer. We got on the subject of Ariel, and how we both thought she'd make a kick ass programmer if she learned the language. I don't know whether he actually meant for me to accept and come with him. Maybe he was joking. I honestly don't know what to think of him and I've decided I do not really care what he thinks of me. I don't know what I'll do, but I'll try to keep my mind straight.

Neyht still has my scarf.

I'm craving a good talk with Olivia. Except I know that if I get a chance to, I won't know what to say and talk about meaningless things. She helped me through some stuff, and even if she thinks I don't have much depth, or am not at her level of general coolness and comprehension of the sublevels of life, she doesn't show it and instead shows me patience. And she has the keen ability to... simply understand. Although I know you don't read my blog Olivia, I really wish we knew each other better. And (is-it-weird?) I'm attracted to your personality...

Is that enough honesty? No? Well here's something random: I've been having weird dreams about a guy in my weight training class. I can't remember much of it, but it has to do with rain and standing outside my window with him. And there's one of those little "guy bikes" leaning against a pole in the background... It seems so real, but I always forget all the details soon after I wake-up.

Rather Odd Days!

Scaaarrrrr

2004-10-22T07:05:00.000-07:00

So, I've recounted the details at least a hundred times, but here I go again. I have a bruise that reaches over my eye. If you've seen the Lion King, it's like the scar that Scar has. Anyways. It happened on Wednesday in weight training. I was benching and doing burn outs which is putting a bunch of weights on, doing several lifts and taking one off each time. I had two spotters on each side. I was getting near the end of my strength. But one spotter wasn't completely paying attention. Result: the bar landed on my face. In excess of 45 lbs. Ohhhhh!! That first few minutes it felt like my head had exploded. The rest of the day the right side of my face felt numb and I just kept a pack of ice there.
It's not too bad now. It's a rather fierce scar which is kind of cool. It'll probably go away.

So... other than that. Doing a lot of Haunted House stuff over the weekend. Julian and Alessio were going to help out, but my mom's friend, their aunt, wants to take them shopping instead. Jeez. Too bad, it would have been fun taking them to Ventures.

John is a very strange person. I've never thought of him really besides in the context of Ariel's friend. I think it's strange that he keeps coming up to me and talking to me. Then at random times in math we stare at each other...of course he does this to everyone else as well. I don't think anyone can stop themselves from looking into his very blue eyes. Then he told me he hadn't noticed me until my scar. What a weird thing to say... I don't know what to think of him. I feel stupid around him.

I miss my scarf. The one that I made out of the string that Ariel gave me. Neight, pardon Neyht took it.... and he didn't give it back. Who knows what he will do with it. ARghhh.

I was sad yesterday. Turns out there was no robotics so I could have actually gone with Pia Olivia and Jessica. I really wanted to. Sounds like they had fun. Olivia's brother is awesome. He looks so much like Olivia and he is sooooo... well I don't want to say cute, but ummm lovable? huggable? Urghh I badly wanted to hug him, but it probably would have seemed strange. And he really doesn't seem annoying at all... for a 10 year old. Kinda like Alessio. It would be so cool if they could meet. But no... shopping.... bleh.

Today I went to get Social Security Office . The place reminded me of the INS office. They're all basically the same. The DMV fits in there somewhere too.

I miss Hoover. I used to work there as a volunteer... But now I have no more time. Besides, the kids are probably all old and don't recognize me anymore. (Especially with my scaarrrr....)

I got Hutch a birthday present. I think it's cool, but I can't say what it is. My dad's birthday is coming up soon. It's on Halloween and I still haven't figured out anything. Ariel's birthday soon too, and then mind (Nov 14th...hint hint )
Just kidding. I really have come to not expect anything for birthdays anymore. My family (namely my parents) have gone into this "You guys are too old now" mode for birthdays. Pia and I are extremely disappointed. It's just more evidence that we are getting oooold and have to take on ressppppoooonnnsibility. Oh well.

I really haven't run out of things to say. But I need to go do stuff... like eat.... which I didn't do yesterday :-O.
Don't worry guys, I'm not anorexic. I just can't find the TIME to eat anymore. And I really love eating. ARghhhh!

Scarwoman is back!
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Picnicking with the Germans on foggy Mount Diablo.

2004-10-19T01:07:00.000-07:00

Well what can I say? The title says it all. Never mind the weather. It was an awesome day. I don't think I'll use names, it'll just confuse everyone, including me, 'cause I don't really remember all their name. Here, I'll explain a bit though. Even if you think it's complicated... you're wrong. My mom has a friend who is German (lived in Egypt for a while, but that's not important). In turn this friend has a sister. And the sister has a husband and two sons. And my mom's friend also has a husband and two..no wait a daughter and a son. And the daughter has a boyfriend. Ok, so who actually came? My parents and I, My mom's friend and her husband. My mom's friend's sister and her husband and her two sons. And my mom's friend's daughter and her boyfriend. And then two random people. And guess what? They all spoke German! In fact, they all wERE GErman! I was terribly excited. I constantly have this longing to go to Germany, and they reinforced it, but it was still something different to talk German to people besides my parents or my sister.
It was funny, as my parents and I were walking up to them from the car I saw a Berkeley sweater and I shouted out "Berkeley!" (It was my mom's friend's daughter's boyfriend who was wearing the UC BErkeley sweatshirt), which was immediately followed by a gleeful shout, "Hamburg!" which was what I had printed on my sweater. Everyone cracked up. It was a good icebreaker.

So there we were, all gathered at Anne's house (my mom's friend). We drove up to Mount Diablo in two cars. Julian and Alessio ( the two sons) drove with us in our car. It was weird talking to someone my own age in German. I didn't know if I was speaking correctly or what. And to hear about school in Germany... I felt very very homesick. We talked about all sorts of stuff. Julian was sort of bitter that he had school longer than I did. He is in the twelth grade which would be the last year of school here, but in Germany, he has one more year to go. Alessio is 10, but man, he kicks ass in soccer. For a 10 year old kid.

Driving up Mount Diablo was somewhat of an adventure. Nearly everyone got sick because Anne's hubby drove the curvy road like a maniac, and my dad followed suit (of course). And the guys leading this expedition were not satisfied until we had reached the summit. Which looked something like this: (Except there was no view. It was just a wall of fog)

The Fog on Mount Diablo

Well, it was cold and wet and there was no visibility, and definitely no picnic tables, so.... we drove back down. We stopped somewhere with semi- acceptable picnic tables, and sick of driving up, down, and around, we set up our food (by god we had a lot of it):

The picnick table... we had food to feed a thousand. Those Germans... always overprepared.

At this point Alessio said something like "Thomas told us there'd be grass fields to play soccer on..." REallly now? Someone was duly mistaken about our choice of picnicking location. No matter. We played soccer on the road, and in result kicked the ball down the hill no less than 4 times (including the time it accidentally rolled down by itself). It was good exercise. Actually, Julian and I mostly made Alessio get it. Haha. Erm. Then we threw around a football. I realized I'd gotten worse since playing at Half Moon Bay, but oh well. I wasn't representing the U.S.
Oh, I forgot. In the picture of the picnick table... if you look closely, there's an empty space right between the plastic bag and the box full of green stuff at the end of the table. Well, you know us Germans. No party without some wine. Except... this ranger came by.... Yeah, no more wine.
After the picnick, we were going to have some coffee. But it rained on us. So we fled. To a shopping mall! Except all of us were a bit muddy and wet. So what we did was camp out in front of a designer clothing store. And drink our coffee standing. We had some German cake too. It was great. Tons of ducks. Anne's daughter's boyfriend took Julian, Alessio, and me to an automobile museum, but not really. All we did was take a peek inside and talk about the cool cars. We didn't really want to pay to look at them. So we left again.

All in all, it wasn't that bad. Fog, rain, mud, rain, the freezing cold... nothing can destroy a good mood.

Alessio, Me, Julian

I miss Germany. I felt so at ease with them, like being home. It's something I haven't felt in a long time. They made me miss it even more.

A Driving Day

2004-10-16T13:24:00.000-07:00

There's a bunch of things to say, but I'll start with this:
Yesterday was the Spaghetti Feed, a fundraiser for the Cmont choirs consisting of a spaghetti dinner and a singing waiter. My family was invited by the Sarvers and we were all looking forward to it. Driving into the Cmont parking lot, my dad jumped the curb... we didn't think much of it. The Feed was great. Chris was in a pirate cosutme (Hook), there was a Peter Pan he chased around with his sword. Paul and Erik and Julia were there. And I was with Ariel, altough we were sitting across the table from each other (no chance to talk... once again). Leslie sang, and sooo many other people. I heard the Caves sing too, I don't know what it is, but they I don't think they consider me their equal. They're quite nice about it, but I always feel looked down upon (in some weird intangible, indirect way) around them. Ahh, I shouldn't let it bother me. I talked with Tani's parents for quite a while. They are such cool people! No wonder Tani has that coolness too... Our waiter was Chris, the only asian guy in Chispa (Mexican Dancing Group) He really breaks all the rules of stereotypes. He was really funny, except I kept sending him back for my dessert ;) evil me... While we were eating, Paul and Erik came up to our table randomly... to ask me about robotic work meetings? Jeez, if anyone would know, it would be them. See, I think it was an excuse, they looked pretty bored, and our table was all the way across the room, so they had to think of a semiplausible excuse to come over to us... but I chased them away when I told them they should sing along with our waiter. Chris L (Hook) sang for us too, along with his a-capella members Danny (in my weight training class), Shaun, and Tynan (in my calc class). It was really great. After eating Ariel, Pia, and I migrated to the other side of the room. Josh... in a kilt! Honestly, more guys should wear kilts... they are flattering kilts are to men. Paul and Erik started cracking up. They wanted me to drop change, ask Josh to bend over and get it for me, and see what he would do. I refused. I have some dignity. Maurice was there too, and Josh did "The Raven" for him. He has it memorized and recited it for extra credit in English last year.
More stuff happened. John and Brian had a guitar. They played so many songs, they're both great singers. I don't feel very comfortable around them... maybe it's because I don't know them that well or how they talk with me... in some ways similar to the Caves. There was one thing I wanted to do though. I badly wanted to ask Brian to sing his song! But I didn't have the guts... I hate when people don't acknowledge my existence. Brian is probably a nice guy to his friends. And John too. I don't know what I'm saying anymore, they're all nice, and I just don't know them. They probably don't feel comfortable talking to me either. I had Paul and Erik and Maurice and Josh to talk to.
Ok, I've been going on way too long about the Feed. Moving on.
So we got up very early this morning. As we drove from our house, there was this noise coming from the right front side of the car (this is where the jumping the curb thing comes in). FLAT TIRE. My mom managed to drive the car back home, and then we started freaking out. My mom called her friend, then went over to a neighbors (who didn't answer the door) then I called Ariel, secured a ride. By that time though, mom had actually woken up our neighbor, and so we got a ride. PSAT's... In Neyht's words "...meh." Getting a ride back home was an adventure. I decided to stick with Ariel and she was going to the Cmont shopping center with Andrew and Leslie. So, Andrew drove us to Starbucks. Had a starbucks had a doc's bagel and then it turned out Ariel wasn't going home. So I got a ride from Alex who turned up. But it turned out he didn't have his car. But Daniel had his car, except we all went with William Buda to go get Alex's car first. At Alex's, Buda left and Daniel and I went with Alex back to the shopping center to get Daniel's car because he decided he wanted to go home in his own car after all. MY GOD. A driving fest. I saw Pia twice, really randomly. At Doc's and then driving in Alex's cart to the Shopping center. She seemed a little freaked out at the Alex driving. Understandable.
So I eventually got home.
If there's anything I don't like it's reading blogs like mine where I simply regurgitate what I did that day. But sometimes that's much easier than talking about feelings. I wonder how it is that for some guys I feel nothing but friendship, and other other random guys are attractive to me. It's weird, but I don't put much value on looks at all. It puzzles me that some girls do. Another thing that bewilders me... is it possible to be attracted to someone and not actually like them? (I don't even mean physically...) I'm going to answer my own question and say yes. It's when you are attracted to someone, but know they are completely wrong for you.Or something along those lines. Well, that was my whole little thing on that. And just in case you're wondering, (because I know some people are nosy and going to ask me about this...) no, this is not about me, doesn't relate to me, and I was just wondering is all...
Well, what else? I feel like writing a lot more, but can't exactly think of what to write. I think I'll write a poem, about the Feed :)

The buzz in my ears,
the bees hum on, singing songs
of love, and still don't know
what it really means

I look around the room and see
wandering eyes stare back at me
I turn my head and the costumes
sweep around the room

The heat, the noise, the food
my friends and family, the world I love
being in the midst of it
laughing, being loved, made fun of

But listen, what I do and how I act in fact
is not always the way I feel, I just...react
but inside I thrive on the giving
of the riveting words and the spinning worlds, meeting

If I reflect on my own life
I realized it's average in its way and style
except that what others add by their own means
is what makes it all worth the while

Going back to one fun night
doesn't seem as important maybe
yet for me it's worth the emotion
to look around the room and cry with might

And then there's just one thing I see
those eyes all staring straight through me
and I meet them with boldness and a smile
the eyes of my friends, my foes, my loves, my hope
my life

Erm.. kind of bad being that I wrote it without really knowing what I was writing. Well, I'm not much of a poet anyway.

On another note, I passed my weight training exam thus far! Har har har.

See you all at school.

Me as usual, laughing and eating at the same time.

2004-10-14T07:14:00.000-07:00

DAS GROSSE SCHWEIGEN
12, Oktober 1998

Was du nicht darfst und nicht tun wirst,
mein Kind, hör es dir an.
Höre auch, was du nicht sollst,
und was man nicht tun kann.
Hör', was du nicht haben wirst,
dann hör auf mich allein:
Alles kann geschehen, Kind.
Es kann alles sein.

~ Shel Silverstein

Heute vor sechs Jahren wurde Matthew Shepard ermordet, weil er homosexuell war.

Was tust du, um das Schweigen zu brechen?

Hier klicken, um das hier auch auf deine eigene Webpage oder in dein Weblog zu posten.

Not quite so bad.

2004-10-10T21:28:00.000-07:00

The whole thing wasn't so bad. My mom thought I'd been kidnapped and ran around the school with my sister looking for me, but due to that, she was more receptive to explanations when she finally knew I was safe. I conclude, parents are not that bad. Am I supposed to hate them just because I'm a wild carefree teen who wants no responsibility? I couldn't. Maybe it's not cool to love your parents, but I don't care. I love them. They're not always great, but when they are, they inspire me.

TODAY...
was Scout-O. For those of you who don't know, it's an event where little scouts, big scouts, and all sorts of other scouts gather in a park, are given a map with a series of checkpoints, and told, "Hope you have a compass, and see ya at the finish." Well the park is huge. Think Edgewood but bigger. So big, that Rosalie, Olivia, Erik, and I got lost getting to the starting point from the parking lot. We were 20 minutes late. But besides that. I think Rosalie and I had the worst luck. We both sort of forgot to check what the distances are like compared to the map. So we assumed, and ended up finding checkpoint 3 without having found 1 or 2. We ran into Shaun and Jesse who were like, "Checkpoint 1? No, we're looking for checkpoint 4.... where the hell do you guys think you are?" Erm... Not so good. We had to go nearly the whole way back and find checkpoint 1. Later, we had a bit of trouble finding checkpoint 3 again, but after that we figured out you have to OrIENT at the checkpoint (where you still know where you are) before you move on. Hence called ORIENTeering. We had quite some adventures. While we were lost one time we found a pond. We were like YES! a pond, obvious landmark. There were 3 on the map. We had no clue where we were, so we had to eliminate. That took a while. Then once we had to cross this little chasm. It was either crossing by tree branch or some sort of pole sticking out of earth. We chose the pole, but Rosalie fell. She toally freaked out too because there was a dead deer carcass down there. We made it across though. We also followed quite a number of stream beds in attempt to shortcut to the next checkpoint. We ended up getting stuck in mud instead. There were 12 checkpoints in all, and by the end, we had gotten the hang of it. After checkpoint 10, in search of 11 I noticed "Oh holy shit, where's my radio?" I had had a ham radio clipped to my hip pack. The last checkpoint we clearly remembered that I'd had it was checkpoint 6, so we were quite worried. I gave Rosalie my stuff and she stayed at checkpoint 10 while I headed back to look for it. Every person that passed me, I asked if they'd found a radio. Finally I ran into Barry and Andrea. Barry had a radio, so I told our leader, Dr. Aden, about missing my radio, going back to get it, and Rosalie being at checkpoint 10. Apparently someone had found my radio, because he answered with my radio. We agreed to meet at checkpoint 8 and I got my radio back. Whew. After that we were pretty much set. We came in second to last, but we had a fun time skipping through the creek beds yelling the theme to Indiana Jones at the top of our lungs. 'Twas an adventure.
I've made a decision. I really must watch out for my friends more. Caring for someone is not enough. I think I have to work on showing it as well. I've always thought for some odd reason that girls (in general) don't really like me. I don't know what it is about me. I get along with many girls on the surface, but sometimes I feel this underlying accusation in a friendship. I don't know why. I have good friends too, but not many that I count as the closest. Maybe it's a good thing. I don't want to spread myself around so much. Although sometimes I do wish it were easier to get to know me and still like me on a deeper level. I've learned to be my own person and not care too much what others think, but maybe that's what's inhibing all this friendship making. Oh well. It although it all seems complicated to me, I think I will try harder.
On a not so important note... I can't imagine wearing glasses anymore... do I feel like a different person? Almost. How scary! I think it makes such a difference to me because I hardly remember living without glasses. I love the rain now. No big drops of water to block my view of the world. And I love the fact that I can see beyond the rims of my glasses. Someday, I would like to get laser eye surgery. It may not be possible. But I hope someday in the future.... I can't even imagine....

OMG I'm still waiting for them

2004-10-07T16:19:00.000-07:00

Funny how good news comes in the weirdest moment. I called my dad in case mom or Pia called him, and he had not that much sympathy for my situation, but I felt better anyways. He also found our lost ham radio. So now we have two. Yay. Now back to worrying about my survival of this day.

Very Tricky Situation

2004-10-07T15:00:00.000-07:00

I got home from school a little while ago. Olivia gave me a ride which was really cool, but there's noone home... which means my mom has gone to pick Pia and ME up. This is extremely horrible. Arghhh. We have no cellphones or anything and I did call home on the way here, but noone picked up. So now I have no way of telling my mom that I'm home already. They'll (Pia and mom) probably wait there for like half an hour and then call the police or something. Even if they don't, I'll be in a mess when they get here. And there's absolutely no way to tell them or prevent the ominous situation approaching. In addition to that, I saw my progress report, opened, lying on the washing machine (odd place to put the mail, I know). I took a look at my grades and it just sealed my doom. It's not for lack of trying to do good. I think my parents, at least my mom is a little obsessed about grades. Of course they care, because they're thinking about my future, but I think it should be up to me. (If this sounds like I'm some nut who doesn't care about her parents or what they think... that's not right either) I'm just screwing myself over if I get bad grades and don't get into the colleges I want. That 's not what I want, but I need to deal with it in my own way which almost never is like the way my mom wants me to deal with it. And she doesn't understand that. Anyways, they're only first quarter progress grades. I'll get through these times. I think pressure from parents makes everything just way harder. As if we don't have enough pressures to deal with from school, teachers, friends, peers, homework, etc, parents have to get in on the expectations and the standards and the pressure and the making-you-loathe-waking-up-in-the-morning thing too. If I could just solve the problem myself, in my own time, without constant nagging, I'd feel more pride in having motivated myself to do it. But that's never how it ends up. My mom can't resist the urge to nag. If this sounds angry, that's just because I know exactly what will happen when my mom and sister get home. Mom will be fuming because they waited a long time and I didn't show up, and then she'll tie the progress report into everything bad I've ever done in my entire life. She'll tell me that I don't study enough, and that I'm lazy. That I don't deserve all the good things I have, and waste opportunities left and right. It makes me sad that I know what will happen, but maybe that prepares me for it. I wish the unexpected would happen. My mom got my telepathic message of me getting a ride from Olivia, and she'll understand about my currently low grades. But that's next to impossible. Anyways, I'll let you know what did in fact happen later. If I'm not dead, slaughtered, skinned, cooked into a stew, and eaten by then.

p.s. from previous arguments with my parents and especially my mom, I know that they have their own side to it too. They want their children to take the opportunities they never had. They want them to be happy, and being happy is hard when you don't try your best. Anyways, they're saving up all this money to put kids through college, and that deserves some working for it. Parents have to think about a lot more things besides school. I don't understand it exactly, but I reckon I soon will. I don't always understand my parents or agree with them. It's just so hard to get them to accept that your side is as valid as theirs. Maybe teens don't take into account everything that's important, but whenever we do say anything, they nearly always immediately refute it.

You know what I think the key problem for me is? Parents don't listen, understand, and accept as much as they talk, explain, and try to lead the way.

Burnt out?

2004-10-06T22:05:00.000-07:00

I hope not.
Several people have told me I look very tired lately. One person said I look like I'm dying.
What does that mean? I don't feel that terrible. Maybe my body is telling me something, and I'm ignoring it. I just don't know.
I've noticed something. When you're healthy and happy people are glad to call you their friend and hang out with you, cheer you on. But once you're sick and feel like a miserable piece of mold, noone feels like cheering you on. Some seem concerned, but in the end they leave you alone. It's a natural human survival instinct or something. At least I hope it is, or I really don't have many people who care. I definitely felt it yesterday. Yesterday I felt rotten, today I feel better.

I wonder if I seem superficial? Looking back on my entries, do I ever write anything really serious in here? No. I guess I like to keep things to myself, but sometimes, that's quite a burden. I feel that too. Sometimes I want to go up to someone random and just pour my heart out, but I don't think I have the guts.
Everyone has their own little world, but I feel lonely in mine... that's not supposed to happen, is it? I just want someone to talk to, someone who doesn't know me, who doesn't have preformed opinions of me, who hasn't judged me already... and so many people have. I think that's part of the reason I post poetry on John and Brian's site. But then I am all too quickly reminded of how average I am, how average everything coming out of my mouth sounds. No one thinks I'm a dreamer, and I admit I don't come off as one... but I dream too, of things that no one else can imagine but me, and that elates me. I don't know what people think of me, but I've decided not to care. I'm living this life after all, they can choose what they want to do with their own lives. Well, I guess I'm saying I'll try not to care.
I don't think I'm a person of many words. I'm not eloquent, neither am I a particularly good writer. I wish that were different, but I really can't change it. I wonder if people understand what I'm talking about? There's so many things I wonder...

-does Mr. Enenstein really care about his students learning, or is he simply moody?
-do my parents want me to succeed for their own sakes?
-when I feel like I'm failing, is there really a way to work myself back up?
-are success stories only told by other people?
-will I end up where I wanted?
-why do people put up with jobs they don't like?
-what is going through the minds of those kids at school that spend their time on clothes, money, guys, and cars?
-how do arrogant people become snobbish?
-how do you "choose to ignore"?
-why is time relative, and how do I even feel it?
-does luck really exist... for that matter, does God really exist, or was he made up to give us something to believe in?
-what do atheists believe?
-have people changed with time?
-where DO you go when you die?
-why do people think the same... as in people wondering the same things?
-who are the really unique people?
-why do adults think these are the best years of our lives?
-what makes you an adult?
-what the hell do guys ever think about?
-if everyone says there's no such thing as a dumb question, then why is it so hard to ask a question if you think it's dumb?
-there's all different kinds of intelligence, so why do we have a standard?
-why does Mrs. Burton dislike students who have a different opinion than her if she believes in tolerance?
-why did her husband marry her?
-where does lazyiness come from?
-why have I never fallen for a guy?

These are question I came up with in the last five minutes.... a random train of thought I guess. I don't know what that was supposed to demonstrate. That I wonder about a lot of things I guess. Maybe I should make more lists like this and contemplate the meaning of life this way. I really don't ever make much sense, do I?

Robotics and Save the Music Pictures

2004-10-06T18:28:00.001-07:00

AHH! TOO MANY PICTURES, I HAVE TO TAKE SOME DOWN

So, on Saturday was Robotics Competition, Sunday was Save the Music, and Monday I was sick. Too bad I don't have any pictures of me being sick... wouldn't those be fun to see?

ROBOTICS COMPETITION AT WOODSIDE

Me in orange

The robot

SAVE THE MUSIC

Our canoe... if you look at our faces closely you can see whether we won or not. Oh well, we were short one person.

Good friends to cheer me up after the race

Pile up!!!

How's my rowing?

Sick

2004-10-04T10:30:00.000-07:00

I won't talk about how I'm miserable... it'll just get everyone depressed. Not that too many people read this.

Yesterday something quite funny happened. My mom was online reading some Korean article. I started talking to her and asked her what she was reading. Apparently it was about some new Korean movie star, and she told me what the article said. While we were talking, my dad came up to me and started talking about our ham radio antenna. But my mom didn't stop talking. The were both talking to me about two completely different things at the same time... and expecting me to follow. Me: "So, what movies has he been- yeah dad, that would be a good place for the anten- oh really, have I seen that movie bef- probably won't get it set up in time for tomorrow's net meeti- yes mom, he is kind of hot... etc. The rEALLY funny thing was that they both did not notice they were talking to me at the same time. Parents.

Yes. Other than that...I'm sick

Later I'll post some pics of Robotics Competition and Save the Music.

Immigration and Naturalization Service

2004-10-02T01:26:00.000-07:00

The INS. What a lovely place.

So we get there and have to go through customs. My dad had a pocket knife and a camera on him, and they completely freaked out. So they made him leave, and he went to go put the stuff in the car. After a bunch of lines and generally a crap load of bs we got to the WAITING room.The thing that gets me... how can it take them soooo long to stamp 4 passports?? The irony of it was I had my history textbook with me and kept coming across phrases like "all men are created equal", tolerance, being treated unfairly, right to a speedy..., discrimination against immigrants, no taxation without representation, the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of HAPPINESS.

My INS picture. You should see my sister's, she looks about ready to kill someone...

You know, I've written this entry before, but I forgot to save it, and I don't remember what I wrote. Argghh.

Oh yes, my driving. Well, Sunday I went practice driving with my dad. He's not that easy to scare. But I manage. According to him I nearly crashed the car twice. According to me.... well I'm learning right? He has admitted though, that I am a better driver than my mom. Somewhat. Both my parents have a problem with me driving too far on the right of the lane. My mom especially. Everytime we drive near a parked car "Miiraaaa! Fahr links! LIIINKS!" (Miraaaa! Drive left! LEEEFT!"

This weekend is overloaded... Cal Games tomorrow and Save the Music Sunday. Go see me race in a canoe!

Later, gator.

ERm

2004-09-30T23:09:00.000-07:00

I don't feel so good right now.... other than being sick. Tomorrow I'm missing first and second period for an appointment at the INS. I hate the INS.

I was talking about this with my dad. Everyone who pays taxes should be able to vote. Period. If I end up living here (and remaining German) I will have to pay taxes. But immigrants, even "permanent" ones get no representation in government. Hmmm.... reminds me of some famous phrase.... how about TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION. Yes, thank you very much. I should start a revolution.

Other than that. Still dealing with feelings regarding all sorts of things. It seems I'm doing so many things that I can't talk to anyone anymore. Today was the debate between Bush and Kerry. I was getting a ride from Erik to robotics and I felt so.... alone. We saw it on tv and then heard it in the car on the radio, and they (Dave and Erik) kept making very very biased comments about the debate. I don't like to let myself be influenced by other people's opinions. But I don't like to argue either (mostly because I don't have a strong foundation for my opinions... I also tend not to research very much... but I should.) Well anyways... my solution to the problem was not very good. I was silent the entire trip. I did not say a word. John was in the car too. I don't know what he thought, but he tends to agree with what Erik says.

I know I have good friends, but I feel somewhat abandoned. And I know people will say, "we're always here for you," but that's never really true. And even if that is true, you can't talk about certain things to some people, just because you can guess what they'll say or how they'll react. And a lot of the time people are very wrapped up in themselves. Just like I am right now. I hate being a hypocrite.

School is hard.

I'm listening to Brian's song. That may be weird because I don't know him very well, but I happen to really like the song... I hope he doesn't mind.

The Song

I don't really know what I need anymore...

I am the donkey, and what's on the cart is my homework:

Back to blogging

2004-09-28T22:59:00.000-07:00

I haven't blogged in a while. For these past days, I've been battling things, been burdened then relieved then guilty and many other things. I've just been very confused, but something strange happened, and the feelings have subsided. I regret doing the things I did. It seems like I was someone different. I think I'm back to being me, and I like it this way. I'm not much of a poetry person... as I proved in English last year. But it's helped me somewhat. Ariel told me about this website

Bit of Poetry

that was started by John and Brian, and since you can post anonymously, I did. The thing is, my poetry is ... well... I don't know what it is , but it'd be nice to get feedback or something. I don't think they get a lot of visitors... maybe someday I'll reveal my alias.

What I want to say is,
"Go ahead and make my day,"
I'm tired of playing dirty.

I am...

2004-09-25T15:10:00.000-07:00

I'm a strange and complicated person... who likes seeing things in simple terms.

The End of the World

2004-09-15T16:07:00.000-07:00

It's the end of the world! In the fridge I found a yoghurt container with a hummus lid which contained... pineapples.

You gave me a very nice present. I especially enjoyed the card :) Thank you.

I was going to write a long rant about how I hate the whole process leading up to college. But I figure know one really wants to hear about it.

Vote for Ben or Erik?
They are both running for leader as robotics team
Erik: 3 years experience, good leadership skills, general knowledge of everything, Dave knows a lot
Ben: 1-2 years experience, some leadership skills, general and specific knowledge of robots, not dependent on adults (this is the main plus point for Ben)

I think both are really well qualified, but Erik has more experience, and Ben would give more power to the members of the team (rather than adults)... although.. will he follow through is the question? Also, it seems that Dave does not get along with the members that well. Does voting for Erik mean Dave would be taking over (I don't really think so... he just likes to give input). Yet Ben has his father in the team too, although he is only in charge of communications. I'm not sure about Ben casting off the adults though... I'm pretty sure that is hard to do since the adults are mostly parents of members. I'm really debating this issue. I think they're both good leaders, good people, but it's the damn politics involved that get me....

I'm hungry for a Quiznos sub.

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Adventure in San Francisco

2004-09-12T18:14:00.000-07:00

Today I went to that play that will earn me French Culture Points. It was called Moliere Than Thou. Indescribable. It was a one man show, but still incredible. There weren't a lot of people there. Maurice, Garret, and I went together. We met Mrs. Burton there, and maybe 3 other cmont people. For one part the guy, Timothy Mooney, asked for a volunteer to play the role of the girl he was trying to seduce. No one volunteered, but I did. My first acting experience. It was great. I couldn't really pay attention to the lines because he was so dramatic, and, well, very involved with the acting. But the lines weren't really what was important. I think. I also accidentally ripped his script. It was because he suddenly dipped me, and I was a bit caught off guard and the script flew while I was holding on to it. Even he laughed, and everybody else cracked up too. Here's a picture of him:

This is him in character.

It was about an hour long. Then we walked around in San Francisco. First we went to the huge Nordstrom and made fun of everything we saw. We pretended we were shopping for a suit for Maurice. We put together an odd combination of a watch, shoes, etc. which ended up costing $700. We compared it to what it would have cost at Ross. $50. Then we went to the Virgin Records store and hung out there for a pretty long time. Lastly we went to the Metreon. We played video games for a while and ate. Then I had to go to the bathroom. When I came back to the restaurant both Garrett and Maurice were gone. And so was my sweater. I thought they were playing a trick on me so I walked around trying to find them. I walked to all the places I thought they could be, upstairs downstairs, outside. Finally I decided to wait back by the restaurant. I was a little panicked at this point. Maurice found me. I was so relieved I could have punched him. Turns out they were waiting outside the girls bathroom upstairs, wondering why I wasn't coming out. Then they got distracted by manly things. In the end they split up to look for me. Of course they didn't plan on a meeting point. Maurice found me, but we had lost Garrett. We made another few turns in the Metreon when we finally saw Garrett. Quite and adventure. On the way home we talked about the play. Maurice described my scene as "saucy." I'm not really sure what this means, but it definitely was...a unique experience. Garrett was the other person who got picked to play in a scene. In it he was being convinced not to sue by the servant Scapin. It was funny because Garrett accidentally pronounced a word incorrectly, and the actor thought it was incredibly hilarious. Everything was pretty fun stuff. San Francisco!

Robotics and Rock climbing

2004-09-11T11:16:00.000-07:00

On Thursday there was a robotics meeting at Woodside. What surprised me was how many people there were! Mostly Woodside sophomore guys, but still. A bunch of people and a lot of adults. I think robotics will be awesome, but it bothers me how much arguing goes on at the meetings. Basically the adults want the youth to take responsibility and be really organized, but the leaders are guyyys.... enough said? They don't work well with organization and major responsibility. I think it'd be easier to handle problems as they come along. Maybe that's not the right way to go about it either... Well, I'm still looking forward to it. In the car on the way back home, we saw a shrine outside of the Woodside entrance. There was a group of teens with sad faces and candles gathered around a sign and a picture. Apparently a Woodside student had shot himself. We didn't know exactly why, but it launched a discussion on suicide. The discussion ended up with Japan's high suicide rate and how Asians tend to be more serious about academics, maybe because the social structure is so rigid. Both Erik and I decided that academics are important for starting your life off, but it's really not worth dying. It's probably the first serious conversation I've had with him... (except for last Halloween at the Haunted House, when he was the evil doctor who had to keep sawing my leg off, and we had a serious conversation about colleges between cutting-off-leg sessions) More serious than the argument of wether the sticker on my ipod looks like a bird or a dolphin.
On Friday after school I went rock climbing with Maurice. I took Josh's place, because he couldn't come for some lame reason. Maurice's grandparents are amazing. His grandfather was the one who gave us a ride to Planet Granite. First of all, he's over 90. I was a bit doubtful about it all. Then I found out he was going to be driving stick-shift, and I actually got a little scared. Turns out he's a great driver. Not to mention he has a great memory and can tell stories from way back when. And not just before even I was born, he tells stories of things that happened before my parents were born, and my own grandparents weren't that old. Whew. Maurice says his grandpa does more work around the house than he does. He built this fence in the backyard and some other stuff. Maurice and I talked a lot about our families, and how hard it is to be multicultural (everyone keeps thinking it's so cool, but in reality it hurts when you have a sudden urge to see your family, and you'd have to take a 14 hour plane ride to even get a chance of seeing them.). He is also angry that his parents didn't teach him the languages they knew when he was little. I sympathized. I would have liked to know Korean better.
I was planning on getting my belay card that day. I'd gotten mine at Pacific Edge, and I knew all the stuff. The only thing I didn't really know was that grigri belay device, but I didn't worry too much about it. It seemed pretty easy. Besides, Josh had gotten his the first time, and if Josh could do it, I certainly, definitely could (haha...). Well, turns out Josh must have gotten an easy staff member, or as Maurice said, the staff person could have been female, and Josh was able to exercise his charm and good looks. Whatever it was, I got a very picky guy. I even told him I had a belay card at Pacific Edge. He didn't care too much. I knew all the stuff too, but he kept saying that Pacific Edge was really laid-back about belaying tests... maybe I shouldn't have mentioned Pacific Edge. He kept talking and talking. I must have been there for like 20 min. And after all that, he gave me a TEMPORARY belay card. Next time I go I better get an easy guy. Grrr. I'm mad at Josh... At least I got to belay. And rock climb. It was pretty fun. We bouldered a little, but that's actually harder than climbing. So we ended up pretty exhausted. Then we figured out that we had no ride home. We had to walk back to Maurice's because I'd left my stuff there. It took an hour. I thought I was going to die. After I had my stuff I had to walk to the bus stop which took another 15 min. And I almost missed the bus. It was around 6:30 when I got home. I didn't even eat dinner. I couldn't really move so I just stayed on the couch. No one could get me to do anything. By 7:30 I was in bed, dreaming about a world where nothing makes you tired or sore. Right now I can move a little, but everything aches. Yesterday in weight training we did a lot of ab exercises, and everything is sore. What a wonderful weekend this will be. Hopefully I'm going to a play tomorrow. But we'll see about that.
Me, always tired:

Ummm.

2004-09-09T18:12:00.000-07:00

I was going to update, 'cause I haven't in a while. But I really can't think of too much to say right now. We ended up going to Halfmoon Bay again the next day. That was pretty fun. Evidence:

Yup, school is... what school always is. A definite learning experience. Although, Mr. Enenstein is really different this year. A lot more.. BEARABLE.
Oh, I almost forgot. There was a motivational assembly today. The guy did a bunch of stuff and then at the end he picked 6 people to stand in front and say what they cared about and why. I said my sister because I love her. Too bad she wasn't there. I was sort of expecting her to jump up and shout "I love you too Mira!" Other than that, Chris had balloon breasts at lunch today. But Paul popped them with a safety pin. Chris was pretty mad about that. Well. Bis später.

Half Moon Bay

2004-09-05T23:04:00.000-07:00

Today was a fun day. Instead of doing any of my homework I got to spend the day at the beach in Half Moon Bay (after an hour's drive) with a bunch of Serra guys whom I didn't know (except for Hutch). There was a guy I was supposed to have met at prom, but who can remember the people from prom? I can't. Unless they did something crazy or looked weird. Anyways. We played a bunch of football, got wet, played keep away (with the football) went to Brandon's house, played football, played keepaway, ate, played football, played keepaway, and one of the guys killed a snake. The way he did it was really cruel. I feel bad about pointing the snake out in the first place. It's my fault it's lying squished flat on the road. Well, mostly everything was fun, the guys were pretty nice to me. In the beginning I don't think they knew how to really act around me, but got used to me more when I attempted to play football. Maybe I looked pathetic, but I tried, and that's what I do.
I think, Friday or something, Pia, Hutch and I walked around Stanford. That was pretty cool. I've seen Stanford before, but not the dorms, and not by night.
Thursday afternoon I did a study group with Adam, Maurice, and Garrett. That was about the funnest study group I've been in. Of course, we didn't get too much studying done...But Garret did do some awesome robot moves to Maurice's flamenco guitar songs.
The 50 minutes I have after school are really fun actually. Usually I'm with Ariel, Chris, and Erik (when I can find them...) and they're really fun to be with. I hope I don't intrude, but not really sure about that. I wish I could stay longer with them, but maybe it's good to have fun in small doses.
If I finish all my homework tonight, I could go to another beach party tomorrow! Ok I'm motivated, leaving now.

My mom and her refrigerator

2004-09-03T18:04:00.000-07:00

My mom has a very funny relationship with the refrigerator. It seems she doesn't like it, but has to use it out of necessity. Or not. I don't think anyone outside our family could ever understand our refrigerator. There's a general series of events that occurs about weekly. We have dinner, which I usually end up not finishing (I'm not saying Mom's a bad cook... well she is, but not always. I mean sometimes things end up like she actually wanted them to end up. Sometimes). And she puts it away in recycled containers. So we end up having potatoes in a sour cream container and similar things like that. The problem is that the rest of the family never knows what food is contained in which containers. I've often had the experience of reaching for the sour cream and ending up with slightly moldy vegetables. We've gotten to the point that we never look in any of the containers anymore. We just avoid them. The result of this is a very fair amount of hidden food in our fridge. Usually I only grab new stuff from the top, the stuff underneath and in the back must be carefully inspected before consumption. Someone (forgot who... may have been me) also broke the bottom shelf, so everything stacks up on the bottom... with all that head room. I'm sick of this fridge and recently I suggested to my mom that we should clean the fridge up. If you know my mom, this would sound weird coming from her, but she said with an exasperated sigh, "Forget cleaning up. I just want a new fridge."
Something randomly funny... my mom puts things that do not need refrigeration in the fridge. All kinds of things. Like her beloved garlic powder (which she puts in EVERYTHING). And other fun stuff. Which makes everything just that much more confusing.
Speaking of my mom's kitchen skills. Our family is difficult to feed. So my mom developed this strategy. Whenever one of us states off-hand that the food is good... she makes it again. Which is good. But then she makes it so often that eventually everyone would eat anything else so long it's something different. Which works for her because then she can basically make anything and we'd eat it. And the cycle starts agains when she messes up and we end up with good food. We've had some pretty radical food.
I love my mom, I just think it's funny how she can be such a clean freak about my room, and still very much not care about the kitchen. She really cracks me up at times...

Swallowed a fly

2004-09-01T21:37:00.000-07:00

Interesting things that happened today? In physics I swallowed a fly. It may have been small, but I coulf feel it struggling in my saliva, attempting to pull free. Now I'm digesting it in my stomach. Soon it will be dead, if it is not dead already. It happened today in weight training that Stogner needed four volunteers to go through the plymetric routine or whatever it's called. Too bad my group was sitting so close to him. I had a feeling I was going to fall. And fall I did. We had to jump up and over these blocks, and my short stature and spring-free converse didn't help one bit. Not to mention my hair going wacko all over the place. Aaaaand I wasn't wearing a sportsbra. (If you are asking yourself why I mentioned that.... this is my journal so screw it, I can say whatever I want.) That wasn't too good of an experience. At least it can't get that much more embarrassing. Unless I collapse trying to lift the bar or something.
Not that much more exciting things happened today. Because Pia has seven periods and I have six I need to wait for 50 minutes everyday. It wouldn't be so bad if I had someone to spend it with. But everybody goes home. As if they really wanted to. Or maybe they just want to get away from school. That could be it. It's not me is it? Need to work on that English essay.

First Day of School

2004-08-30T21:08:00.000-07:00

My schedule

1 Weight Training: Stogner
2 AP French: Burton
3 AS Physics: Fung
4 AP US History: Gomez
5 AP calculus BC: Enenstein
6 AP English: Langkusch

Lovely, eh?
Weight training... hrm. Stogner sounds like he's really going to make us work. By 'us' I mean me and 43 guys. I couldn't believe I was the only girl. I'm holding out hope that others will join. There's a girl's weight training which is 6th period. But that's when I have AP Eng. I think the other period for AP Eng is 5th, but that's when I have calc, and the other period for calc is 3rd, but that's when I have AS physics... and I don' t know from there. Have to talk to those damned counselors again.
Burton gave us a crapload of hw. I don't think she was satisfied with the kissing at the beginning of class. The guys were sort of skimping on them. I believe she thinks that making guys kiss her cheeks is a real treat for them. I don't know. She's silly.
Then physics. Hmmm. We had a test! Then we took it home for homework. I helped Michael figure out what was wrong with his calculator, and in exchange he will protect me in weight training (so I don't get beat up)! I feel a little safer.
Gomez was cool. He seemed a bit nervous, but he's very alright. Looking forward to Mock Trial.
Enenstein is Enenstein.
And English. It was pretty good actually. It's a small class. Andrew sits next to me. I told him he looked too big for the desk and he said he's too big for all desks. Then we ended up having a discussion on how stools are much better. Like his cool spring stool
After school I waited for my mom. but she never came. So I called on John's cellphone and was told Pia had 7 periods so I have to wait for her every day now. I hung out with John and Chris and we threw rocks into the street. We talked about men's choir and how Chris was going to fly to his dentist appointment 'cause he didn't have a ride. Then he found out he did have a ride. Problem solved. Then I went home and ate a bunch. Then did crapload of homework. This is going to be a looooong year.

Quote of weight training teacher:
"All the lockers are in this room, except for YOURS (pointing at me). Talk to me after class."

Worthy

2004-08-29T09:12:00.000-07:00

Yesterday night was worthy of being called "The Last Great Day of Summer Before Junior Year." Nothing exciting ever happens during the day, and now I've grown accustomed to going out every night to make up for that. Pia and I were brainstorming cool things we could do to celebrate our last real night out for the summer. We didn't lack imagination, but we lacked the ability to do those things. We called Hutch and he came up with going to Pier 39, so that's what we did.
The whole way there we had eighties music roaring, which Lance knew all the words to... Then, once in SanFrancisco, Lance was reminded of this game he'd played, TonyHawk proskater 4 or something. He felt the need to explain to us the similarities between the game and actual reality. "Look! And there's skaters too..."
The parking garage was a real adventure. Hutch had this weird lumber thing on the back of the truck which his dad had left on. It made the back end of the truck barely fit in the garage. While we were looking for a parking space we kept hearing people go "Mighty close to the ceiling," or, "Take the curves nice and slow!", and "When you leave, make sure you have all the people in your car, or you won't make it out." Quite fun.
Next we just walked around looking at things, passing by shops, watching people painting. Then we went to go make a reservation at Rainforest Cafe, the Jungle. We had 50 minutes to kill so we went to this free Laughing Sal Museum.
This is Laughing Sal:

And this is her laughing. Don't click if you're easily creeped out.

Free of course. But you had to have a gazillion quarters to actually see the stuff they had. I got "harmless" on the Romantic-O-Meter. Hutch got "passionate," Pia got "wild," and Lance got "bla." I think that's how it was. Completely inaccurate by the way. Me? Harmless?
We went to the beach for a bit, but then it was time to go eat. At the:

Like a jungle... Sometimes while we ate, the whole place would start turning dark, and all the animals placed at various places would start moving. You know what would have been cool? If they'd been... ALIVE. I'd just love to have had a snake come down from the tree above and hiss at us while we ate. The food was good, but seeing the fake animals move is what we really paid for. We ordered this volcano dessert thing. Whenever someone orders, the waiter has to yell "VOLCAAAANNOOOOOO" at the top of his lungs. I figured out why it's called a volcano. It's not because it looks like one and has whipped cream dribbling down all over it. No. It's because it's an "explosion" of calories! We figured that out soon after. We could barely walk.
So we rested by watching a spray paint artist paint. Hutch and I ended up buying pictures. Then we headed home. It was dark, noone had payed to much attention how we got to the Pier, we were stuffed and tired, and they trapped us with that one way street onto the freeway. Those are all reasons why ended up crossing the Bay Bridge, driving through Berkeley, and getting lost in Oakland.
You'll be relieved that we did.... eventually make it home. It was 12:30 and I was tired, so I went to bed. That volcano rumbled in my stomach.

I've started making a homepage. Except I don't really know what I'm doing. It's fun though. There's a link on my link list. I haven't done much, but I made my title bar in photoshop. I think it's spiffy. What's that in the background? Leaves!

An Update of Events (Wed, Thurs, Fri)

2004-08-28T12:08:00.001-07:00

So Wednesday was a pretty good day. I don't remember what I did that day (probably read summer reading books), but then Pia and I got called up by Hutch to go ice skating with him and Lance. Ice skating? Normally you'd think guys aren't into that stuff, but apparently it was all Lance's idea.
We had tons of fun. Somehow the idea of snowballs occured to us. So we had to scratch up the ice to make snowballs. Who would think there's a rule forbidding that? Pffhhh. Too bad they closed the rink at 9. We didn't feel like waiting to go again, plus I was hungry, so we left for Ihops. I don't think the waiter liked us. While eating, Lauren called Lance and he got invited to a party. We just kind of went with him. Party was enormous fun, a lot of Venture and C-mont people. The only person I didn't know was this guy named Lee, but he was really nice. I think he was older than the rest of us though. And there were some people I knew from the talent show and the plays from C-mont. They were all awesome people. Ate popcorn and soybeans.
Thursday night Pia and I went to Hutch's to watch movies. Lance was already there and we watched Once Upon a Time in Mexico which is a good movie. Well, Johnny Depp is in it. Of course it's a good movie. There was Antonio Banderas, Salma Hayek, and Enrique Iglesias (still had his mole). Apparently Salma was there for one day of shooting, but she takes up a third of the dvd cover. Funny.

Then we watched Blade, but we all fell asleep because we'd seen it before, except for Hutch. Lance and I agreed that Stephen Dorff is hot, but I was trying to remember another bad guy role he'd had. I remembered, but at the same time banged my head on the wall. Pretty sure I lost some brain cells there. Ouch.
Friday was...
First of all I was expecting something different. When I thought of party at Ariel's I thought of game nights which we had last summer with most of the Venturers there. Those were awesome and also how I got to know Venturers. Liz, Ariel's friend from San Diego was there. So were Kimberly and Karl from PYO. But the rest of the people I don't know too well. The beginning was fun. We played soccer with a volleyball... it was pretty hilarious. Then Ariel's other friends came, and I guess they're just not my type. I feel uncomfortable around them, I don't know why really. No one really talked to me after that. At one point I was just sitting by myself shuffling cards because everyone else was off observing a chess game. It's my fault that I didn't have fun. The whole time I was wondering what Hutch and Lance were doing and I felt sort of cheated. Well, at least no one noticed my detachment.
Today is my last day of fun. I hope something good happens.

Arena Check-In

2004-08-24T20:56:00.000-07:00

I always dread arena check-ins. You see your classmates, but no one is really that happy to see anyone. It signifies the end of summer. And it's always so hot and stuff and confusing. After Pia and I were finished, mom suggested Baskin Robbins to cool off. It really was a great idea. I choose Chocolate Mousse Royale or something like that. It melted before I even got to the car. It got everywhere and I felt extremely sticky. I must have looked pretty weird rushing into Starbucks, my chocolatey hands stretched out in front of me, willing there to be a bathroom. I had chocolate ice cream on my nose. Luckily, Starbucks did have a bathroom. One more reason they will take over the world.

Poker champion

2004-08-24T07:41:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I went rockclimbing at Planet Granite. It was great. Especially those workout machines they have upstairs in the gym. I was with Adam and Maurice and of course we probably broke every rule they had. No one can rob us of our fun. We'd turn up the running machines on way high settings and then run until we fell off. And wherever we were we made a lot of noise so as to disturb the serious work-outers. Sometimes we even rock climbed. Need to get belay card there. Then we went to Adam's house because we thought it would be a short walk. It ended up being a 35 min. walk... uphill. So much for that. We played a practice round of poker, which Adam's brother won. But that was a farce. We all went all in because... well, there was no money involved so who cares. I had pair sevens, Adam had pair eights, Maurice had nothing, and Ethan had pair niners. That was dumb, so we started playing for money. That made it better. I won! Three dollars. Maurice and Adam were sore losers so we stopped playing and watched Spike T.V.
Then I went home and watched the Exorcist.
That was pretty much it.
Except for the nightmares.

"Lovely day for an exorcism."

Listen! Do you smell something?

2004-08-23T08:00:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was an interesting day altogether. Whenever I fight with somebody, I am usually motivated to show them up and be better than they think. So yesterday I spent the whole day taking notes on college information. I did it until I couldn't stand it anymore and then Pia and I went on a walk.
We planned on walking around in Belmont. That's pretty hard if you think about it, especially if you're living in Redwood Shores (the gheettooo... har har har). We hung out on the bridge which goes over Highway 101. I felt this crazy urge to go home and make sign that says "Honk if you can see me" and then go hang it over the bridge. So we walked on. And then Pia found some sort of burrow in the bush. We climbed in. It was a booze grove. Littered with bottles, cigarettes, what I think were reefers, and .... dirty underwear (?!). I was bored and it smelled bad so I left. Apparently Pia didn't see me leave. She wanted to look for a trail, but then she noticed I wasn't there. She thought I got nabbed! Then she happened to see a pothead hiding in the bushes, smoking a joint. She said he looked asian, smiled, and waved to her. Naturally, she turned and ran. We walked about a bit more. At one point we were walking towards the Iron Gate Restaurant. I saw a faucet running on the outside of the building. I decided to be a good Samaritan and turn it off. As soon as I did, a guy came running out of the place to turn it back on. Ooops. Pia and I cracked up. Other than that we just walked a lot. It took an hour to get to Belmont, and the whole excursion deal took 2 and a half hours. At least we weren't attacked by geese.
Then I went to go see the Exorcist (The Beginning) with Hutch and Lance. It sure was a horror movie. A tadbit predictable, but definitely made me jumpy. It's that sound thing. I could hear that music that's supposed to mount the tension, so I would close my eyes before I thought the shocker would come. It was supposed to make me not flinch, but I did anyway, because of the music. Cleverly placed loud crashes and stuff like that. We saw that guy Pat D. again.
Other than that, last week I saw Without A Paddle. Once again, Predictable but did make me crack up. Maybe because it reminded me a lot of British Columbia.
I think on Saturday Pia went to this birthday party. While she was gone I got Converse hi-tops. For once I was glad I had small feet and was able to fit into kids sizes. When we went to pick Pia up we were half an hour early. I decided to go for a little walk in San Mateo. I walked for a while, and then I saw a fish shop. I decided oh what the hell, and went in for no particular reason. I'm sure the people thought I was weird. I just looked at fish and tried to make them follow my finger. They had some pretty cool fish. But inarguably the coolest one was the Horn Cow which really did follow my finger. There was a Nemo fish, but it was lame 'cause all it did was hide in a corner. After asking the name of the Horn Cow I left and we went home. The eel was cool too.

(It's a blob, no it's a monster..., no it's a.... Horn Cow!)
When we got home I got a call from Ariel to go to the fair with her. Her friend from San Diego, Liz was at her house, and her family was going to go. It was really fun. I'd heard a lot about Liz, but she was different than I expected. For starters, she was taller than I thought (it's just I've only really seen one pic of her and that's from long ago.... stuck onto the comp). She was super nice and we had a lot of fun. Saw Chris L. there. He seemed bored. Poor guy, must not be into quilting (ha...). He drew a bunch of funny cartoons. They were great. After doing a whole bunch of stuff I went home. And slept. I changed my mind about the best ride at the fair though. It's the Zipper. Then Kamikaze.

Ectoplasmic Residue!
Who ya gonna call?

Ooops

2004-08-20T12:37:00.000-07:00

I was messing with the template and forgot where I changed what. I've created a monster... Run!

Kit Kat!

2004-08-20T11:32:00.000-07:00

Kit kats are really addicting. But I'm forcing myself to take it slow... really. I snuck a kit kat bar into my room to eat later in peace. But mom doesn't know. Ha ha!
I completely forgot to talk about my cousins. Yes. They were here when Pia and I came back from Canada. They are Korean, but live in Japan. ...the story of our family. If there's one thing that makes me question the benefits of a multicultural family, it's definitely the distance factor. We are spread out on three continents, and I don't remember ever having seen my German and Korean family at the same time (not including my core family). I'm lucky if I get to see either of them once every 4 or 5 years now. Take my cousins that visited us. Ha-young is the oldest. She is nine years old. I had never seen her before. Her mom, my aunt, I hadn't seen it at least 10 years. My other set of cousins I've never seen (the children of my mom's younger sister). And there's a cousin in Germany I haven't met. Family reunions, what are those? SAD, right? I still love them all. They are just too far away. It's like a pen pal you lose contact with, except it's my family. Sometimes I have cravings to go and see them. But then, money is a barrier as well. Sigghhh.
Back to my living-in-Japan-but-actually-Korean-cousins. Ha-young is the most intelligent nine year old girl I've ever met. She speaks, Japanese, Korean, and is learning English. Her English is amazing. I mean she doens't have an extensive vocabulary, but she's very good with grammar. She's kind, and open, and funny, and sweet. Blew me away. And Ha-min, her four year old brother. Well, he's exaaactly the opposite. He's hyper-active, and very self-absorbed (he can't get enough of himself). He likes to see pictures and videos of himself and seems to just be delighted with his own image. Sometimes for no reason he would run around the house, topple over, and laugh hysterically. The only time he was quiet was when he slept, or when he played computer games. I have to say, I think he's very clever. He picks things up very quickly (like computer games), and can understand stuff by experimenting and playing around with it. It so happens though, that he can't speak very well. His Korean is mixed up with his Japanese and English. It's quite comical. No one really understands what he's saying. Even his parents. He definitely has a world of his own. My cousins. Yep.
Yesterday Pia and I went shopping. It's such a pain going from store to store. Lugging heavy bags around. Up the stairs, down the stairs. It's like exercise. Arghh. Sometimes you end up happy with what you've bought, but then you look at how much you've spent and go... was it really worth it? Probably not. But once you have it, it's harder to return it. It's better to forget it. Or better yet, never go shopping and wear garbage bags and pillow cases. What I do is buy cheap clothes and I force them to last... until I have to go shopping again. Why do we have to go to stores? I think the stores should come to us. BTW, it's much more fun going shopping for gadgets than clothes. I always think I need more gadgets. But cool gadgets and cheap don't come together. The world isn't fair.
On Tuesday there was a Venture meeting. I was glad to see everyone again from British Columbia. I miss it, but it's fading already. I wish people would have gone on the Surf/Disney trip (including me). Would have been fun. Tuesday morning I drove home from my violin teacher. My mom freaks out a lot. I brake too hard, do turns too slow, go downfill too fast, reverse too fast, park too fast, park crooked, can't judge distances, don't look in the rearview mirror enough, accelerate too fast, and the list goes on. Driving is more complicated than I thought. Driving straight is easy and you start feeling comfortable, but suddenly you have to change lanes and that requires you to do a billion things all at once. I imagine stick-shift is even harder. Talking about stick-shifts... I was at Ariel's on Thursday, and her dad dropped me off at home. She was going to drive back to their house. I think everyone has the ability to become a good driver.... Seeing Ariel wrestling with the car... I wondered about attempting to drive a stick shift car. I know she'll eventually get it. Then she can teach me.
Random thing... Everyone is getting their wisdom teeth pulled... Mary, Hutch, and Maurice... adds up to a lot of pain.
I feel like doing something exciting today, but I have a premonition. It won't happen.
I was looking for something to do and I looked around my room. I saw the Moonlighting C.D. from Eliot. I keep it in a very safe place because I've already lost it once, and that made me mad. Well, I didn't have anything else to do (except write this entry), so I popped it into my computer. The first time I saw it, it was choppy and didn't run well. Besides, I didn't remember what happened in the end. Amazingly it was better this time. It was only choppy in the middle. Somehow the song seems perfect for the movie... Just like that song in Monkey in a Barrel was perfect for that movie. I have to say... I think movie making is an interesting business. Sometimes I wish I'd done a play or something before everyone had grouped themselves in the actors and moviemakers groups just because when I talk to them, I never have any of my own experiences to impress everyone with. I have friends who are involved in different groups like that. Acting, that is on my list of things to do before I die. Just because I've never done it, doesn't mean I suck.... or am any good....or.... it just doesn't mean anything. I am superMira, hear me roar.

Is it possible to get sick from Kit Kats? Dear God, I hope not.

The Carnie-val and AVP

2004-08-16T01:20:00.002-07:00

Silly me. This morning I thought this would be a horribly boring day once again. But it got way better. Wayy better. Pia and I wanted to go shopping today, you know... good down to earth sister time. But nooo. Hutch called and we went to the fair in San Mateo, near Bay Meadows. I may be naiive, but those Carnie Folk are definitely money suckers. Meaning they suck the money out of you. Each [acceptably adventurous] ride cost us four tickets each. And Pia and I only had 20 to begin with. Hutch of course had an all day pass. But it was still worth it. The best ride was KAMIKAZE. 'Cause... it was just cool. 4-H was there. A bunch of sheep and rabbits. And cows. That was good. We also saw a diving team. They were pretty funny. And basically we just walked around and went on rides we felt were worth it until we ran out of tickets. Through all this fun we saw Robbie and his girlfriend Allie. Robbie is awesome! We were glad to see him. He was the first person from BC that Pia and I had seen besides Hutch. Later on Pia also saw her friends from school. I think she was pretty glad to see them. They gave her a Linkin Park sticker. As we were about to leave, we saw The Adens. It was Gary, Laura, Barbara, Danny, and Melissa, his girlfriend. They were all really nice and for a while we talked about the fair and what we'd seen (like the Alaskan Pigs Race: with Harry Porker, Hamione, Luke Stywalker, and more). Turns out we missed the art exhibit where Mary's painting was hanging. They were kind enough to go with us and show us. She's so talented. It turned out Dawn's painting was there too. Panda bear. Pretty awesome. It was fun walking around the exhibit with the Adens. Danny is hilarious, and Melissa is super nice. They're all cool people. Finally Pia, Hutch, and I left. We wanted to go see a movie though. I called Lance on Hutch's cell and we decided on Aliens vs. Predator. A late show though. None of those kiddies hanging around. Arrrr.
But first we went back home for meds and getting sweaters. Mom and dad talked to Hutch while Pia and I were taking care of things... and our bladders [Did I really need to add that? Yes, I did] . Then we headed off again to Lance's house to pick him up. We stopped at the "Coyote Grill" to eat and burn corn chips with the lighter Hutch got at the fair. They burn better than Fritos... Then headed to the movies. The parking garage in San Mateo was fun. Anything is fun when you find a random shopping cart. And come on, in a parking garage. Could it be anymore perfect? That's like a sign. Lance tried to go fast, he really did. But I think he'd agree that I scared him when I ran full speed towards the wall. Poor guy. Anyways after our fun in the garage we went to the grocery store and got... a CREAM SODA six pack. We were going to smuggle it into the movies. How? Lance's humongous pant pockets, that's how. We walked around downtown San Mateo for a while, then I got our tickets. (Guys become very nice when you buy movie tickets for them...). Turns out we were an hour early. So we decided to get rid of cream sodas and wait outside. That was fun. Then we saw the movie. I'm not going to spoil anything. Go see it yourself. I didn't know there was a video game of Alien vs. Predators, but hey, I don't know a lot of things. The only thing I'm going to say about the movie is that it is... predictable. But worth seeing. If you're a Alien and Predator fan. Which I am. There. After the movie we went home. On our way to drop Lance off, a guy named Pat D. tailed us. Sorta creepy. Then Pia and I got home. Nice day. Fun times. Good night.

For the supertrippers:
Super Chunk Peanutbutter!
Pop tarts.
Moose Poo.
You know what else is addictive? Heroin!
Did anyone care what BLANK just said? Did anyone hear what BLANK just said?
Picking up BLANK'S cards
'Sup ladies!
Buck Futter. Did you just say... Butt F***er?!
It's quick dry!
Ooch-May!

Scholarships , Flea Market, and Driving Mishaps

2004-08-14T13:59:00.000-07:00

Well, I just had a speech on finding scholarships. I guess if you start researching before others you have more possibilities. I guess I should, for my future. But I used my old excuses, all of which have good arguments going for them, but don't actually help me in the long run. So they were kind of pointless, since we were talking about my future. Yea, they kind of fell apart. It all started when I asked why I couldn't go on the Surf/Disney Trip with Ventures (4 days, Disneyland and surfing lessons...). Our leader called while my dad, Pia, and I were gone, and my mom of course said no. I was kind of huffed. Who doesn't want to go surf? I've never been surfing. I'm like... all I REALLY need to do is read my Hofstaedter book. Well yea, that was almost right. I'd forgotten about that promise to look up scholarships, do some extra school studying, read additional summer reading books, and doing some SAT preparation. Let me just say, my request to go didn't go over too well. I hope not a lot of people go. I'm going to make my own fun. I can be very creative.

This morning, Pia, Dad, and I went to Sunnyvale for an Electrical Flea Market. We were going to see if we could find some cheap Ham stuff. Instead we got a computer to use as a server. My dad is thrilled. He's now in a frenzy to get a server started and make our own domain. For a domain name we decided on tutnix. In German that roughly means "doesn't do anything." Genius? I think so. The flea market was interesting. Something new to do. I've never seen so many old laptops stacked on a cart in my life. And all the random junk... I saw cool lighters too. One had a dead scorpion embedded in it. Lovely. There were random things too. A lot of knives... A lot of old ham radios.

I forgot to mention the fact that I was the one that drove to Sunnyvale. I'd call it an adventure. I think the freeway is complicated. At any point I was either going too slow or way too fast. It's hard to tell how fast you're going. I had some technical problems during driving. In one instance, I wanted to turn on the right blinker and change lanes. I did, semi-successfully, and reached over to turn the signal off. I accidently pressed down too hard and turned on the left blinker, and then I got distracted, and my dad yelled, "Mira, you're swerving!" So I tried to straighten out, but the blinker was still on. So, while holding the steering wheel straight I yanked on the thing, accidently made the right blinker go on again, then really carefully clicked it into the correct slot. Off. Whew. "The guy behind us must think you're crazy." Thanks dad.
My other mishap also had to do with turn signals. Once again, I wanted to turn on the blinker, but this time to make a left turn. I don't know exactly what I did, but I turned on the windshield wipers and did not manage to reach my turn signal lever. Oh well. Let's hope all I need is practice.

For all the supertrippers:

+ =

wasabi peas + chicken flavoring = yummy

mm mm good!

I forgot to say...

2004-08-13T18:18:00.000-07:00

I passed my permit test... barely. And guess what? My parents had to pick up the car from Autobahn Motors... and they took me with them. Then they made me drive home. Feels different to be in the drivers seat. I only had one near crash, and that was before I'd even gotten out of the parking lot. Oh well, gotta get that look behind your shoulder thing down. I wish I had my own car, but I guess I'll have to be content with my mom's expensive-if-I-ever-crash-it-and-disappear-mysteriously-don't-be-surprised Mercedes. I have to say... it's the nicest car I've ever driven. Out of the two I've ever driven.

Ooch-May is Back

2004-08-13T16:53:00.000-07:00

I guess I should talk about the supertrip. Well, I'll leave the emotional chaos out. It was pretty evenly split up. Eight girls , eight guys, two female adult leaders , two male adult leaders. We were in ten canoes total. A guy and a girl in each. The first five days were pretty much just canoeing and portaging.

Canoe Launch

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Canoeing

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pictures TBU (To Be Updated)
Errr.... can't find any good portaging pictures. Well whatever. In that canoeing picture I'm wearing a very orange beanie. I'm not in that other picture. I must have been goofing off somewhere else.
Moving on. Our days had a basic structure. We'd get up in the morning, eat breakfast, launch canoes (between waking up and being on the water a time of 2 hours would pass...on a good day) and canoe for a while. Around early afternoon we usually reached our destination and then we'd have to portage 1 or 2 miles. Portaging: Carrying canoes on your shoulders up or, depending on trail, down narrow dirt paths littered with roots. By the time we'd brought the canoes, went back, and brought the packs, it'd be nearing darkness. So we'd have to set up shelters in case it rained at night. I think those first five days were some hard work. But you know, living together through blisters, shoulders aching, mosquito bites, bruises, and foot rot (just kidding) really created some bonds. It felt good. Although I also found out the hard way that it can bring out the worst. On the fifth day my sister collapsed while portaging. Isn't it strange how in crisis everyone pulls together? She ended up safely in camp, but only because everyone cooperated... for once. The last day on the lake everyone was already anticipating the shore. Especially since we were all soaked (except for Paul... I can't believe his jacket was totally waterproof...!) We ended up eating at this really cool place... with heaters. We all ordered huge plates of food and whatever one could not eat the others would (like me... the Moocher... Ooch-May in pig latin) Yea, I acquired that nickname over the 5 canoeing days. I just couldn't pass up any food within eyesight. "Ooch-May... what an idiotic name. That'll never stick." KABLAAM
We stayed at a place with SHOWERS (highlight of our day) near Powell River. The next day we hiked to Gorge Falls. Some of the guys were crazy enought to swim around in th 45 degree water. I'm crazy, but I'm not that crazy. At least I didn't go in voluntarily. And only up to my waist. Damn those slippery rocks. Day after that we drove and drove and drove to our campsite in Chilliwack, which was the place where we were going to white water raft. That place was cool too. It had showers. And goats. One goat tried to eat my hair. "Hey here goatie, some nice grass. Noo! The grass, the grass!!"
White water rafting was awesome. A littly rocky though, the river was low. At first I wanted to be with Ariel in a raft, but she wanted to be with another person, so I joined a raft that needed one more person. Turns out the whole raft were guys. Even the guide. Lovely. At least they didn't make fun of me because I'm a girl. Oh wait no, they did. At the end, during one of the weaker rapids, I fell in. Hutch fell in too, as did Pia and Julia from the other raft. All in all it was pretty fun. Better than canoeing anyway. Back at camp we had to pack up. We wanted to go to a cool cave, but had no time. Off we went to Vancouver. We stayed at this hostile (with SHOWERS). Then we went shopping. That was the most annoying thing on the whole trip. Pain and grueling canoe portages...OK, but endless squabbling about which shops to go to... NO. That was definitely not my thing. The next day was shopping as well. I guess that was better 'cause I hung out with the guys who weren't really into shopping anyways. We visited this candy place called the Rocky Mountain Candy Factory. I got a chunk of Irish Cream on borrowed money. It was like ecstasy. But better. Not that I've ever taken ecstasy. Nevermind now. It was good.
Then we ate sushi for lunch and I choked (ok...nearly choked) on wasabi. I can't stand wasabi without chicken flavoring. If you don't understand what I just said... don't think about it, you'll hurt yourself. That day my sister collapsed again, while crossing the street, and this time the ambulance came (stupid freaked out ladies). Everything ended up fine. Later that day we took our plane home. Felt kinda sad. I miss everyone now. Nothing like shared pains and joys.

At the hostel

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I'm a Ham!

2004-07-31T19:21:00.000-07:00

I'm a Ham! I passed! Hahahahahhahahahaha!
Write me while I chill with the meesii Up Over (get it.... Down Under... Up Over?....haha...hmm).
Don't mind me, I had tons of coffee to keep awake to take my radio test.
And did I mention that I passed.
No one is safe from me.
Well ya better write something.

I'm leaving on a jet plane... don't know when I'll be back again....

Cheesy, but whatever.
superMira is taking a vacation.

Leaving

2004-07-31T00:58:00.000-07:00

Well. Today we glued some more Tyvek tents. When I came home I went on AIM. It's always so distracting when you have many conversations and you keep getting distracted by finding cool stuff online. I get easily distracted. I typed my name into Google Image Search. Oh man, there's some pretty weird things in relation to my name. Anyways so I was doing that, and then my four conversations on AIM, and reading up on Winesburg, Ohio on Sparknotes and before I knew it, my dad had appeared out of nowhere. It started out nice and simple with my dad asking if I was prepared for the Ham Cram Exam tomorrow. I was sort of busy, so I didn't answer. Then he asked me a question, and my mind was torn on what to concentrate on. Dad or friends or school? Hmmm. My thinking took too long so dad concluded I wasn't ready and took the trouble of explaining the problem he'd given me. I figured out the frequency of a 2m wave (150 megahertz, by the way) while keeping up conversation on 4 levels, reading a few words on Sparknotes now and then, and taking quick peeks at Google results. Unfortunately by that time dad had moved on to how many watts it took to short his circuit from the motorcycle on the way home (at least more than 420 watts). I was steadily getting behind in conversations (How was I going to explain this anyway?). Sparknotes was impossible to follow. Not as many peeks on Google. Then dad decided to figure out the wattage of other things... The kitchen mixer was harmless. But then he tried to find the wattage of the computer.
"Mensch! Wo ist es? Ich kann es nicht sehen!" (Man! Where is it? I can't see it!) This was him turning the computer upside down and trying to read the number. Sigh. So much for multitasking.

Well anyways, that was a long story. I'm leaving Sunday for British Colombia so I guess I won't post for a while. I'd post tomorrow, but I'll be in the process of failing my Ham Cram Exam. And then I'm just packing 'cause I didn't do it before and I'm a slacker.
In conclusion, while looking at results for 'Mira' in Google I found many strange pictures. Mira Sorvino came up a lot, but she's not cool enought to post. Here's a cool picture I found while Googling. I have no clue what sort of game it is. Any guesses?

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Gorilla Glue and Ham Cram Exam

2004-07-30T12:50:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I was gluing tabs onto Tyvek to make a tent like thing for British Colombia. I was using Gorilla Glue, "The Strongest Glue in the Universe." Or something like that. Well whatever. I got it all over my hands and nearly glued my fingers together. That would have been funny. I used some Lava to get it off (no, not real lava...haha). That didn't really help that much. I've still got it on my hands. If it doesn't come off by tomorrow I think I'll sue. Too bad it said "Wear gloves at all times while using Gorilla Glue." Luck never knocks at my door.
Tomorrow is the Ham Cram Exam. In case I don't fail, I will go get a radio and listen in on people's private conversations. Then I will of course get my radio license pulled, but maybe it will be worth it and I'll hear some good stuff. Then I can ask for ransom for not telling the president. I can make anyone look like a terrorist.
Scary stuff. Lesson learned? Never say anything suspicious on your ham radio, and never ever use Gorilla Glue.

Pissed Off

2004-07-29T17:54:00.000-07:00

Blogger is really stupid. I was very bored so I decided to make a nice profile. I spent all this time compiling a list of the coolest music in the universe. Then I press SAVE and then I found out there's some sort of 600 character restriction!! How stupid is that? Then I not only have to shorten my list (which took an unbelievable amount of time 'cause I couldn't cut any of those awesome songs...so I deleted them one by one to see when it would be just below 600), but Blogger is snooty enough NOT to display the fruit of my efforts in my profile! I feel like I just completely wasted an hour of my time. Which I did. But that's beside the point. I wasted it more than I could have wasted it. I'm really frusterated. Grrrr. Don't cross my path if you happen to see me.
Another reason for frusteration: today is free ice cream day at Coldstone Creamery. And my mom wouldn't take me! Hello, it's free!

Believe I'm going crazy from ice cream deprivation ...

British Columbia, eh?

2004-07-28T22:19:00.000-07:00

Yes, it's true. On Sunday I'm leaving for No Man's Land, Canada. Why am I going you wonder? To canoe, because I can't do that right here in Redwood Shores on the man built canals that you can find 5 feet from any street corner. Oh well, I hope I see some moose (Who can tell me the pl. of moose?). Don't be surprised if you see me when I come back and I'm some sort of super buff muscle woman. I can't help it. It'd be nice not having to fight to keep the canoe moving forward under extreme conditions (like... wind). At least we're not camping out in complete wilderness. Oh wait... we are. Does that mean we have to dig our own toilets? Urgghhhh...
Other than that I'm sure the trip will be awesome. Especially with all that backpacking food I have. Ramen, ramen, ramen, and dried mangoes!
I wanted to take my ipod but it was either that or toilet paper. Really, what are ya gonna choose? The ipod of course. Just kidding. Anyhoo... I didn't do anything today, and I'm probably not doing anything tomorrow (except go to a violin lesson which I didn't practice for).'

It's all aboot the mooses...
meeses?
moosii?
meesii?

A Blog

2004-07-27T19:37:00.000-07:00

I have a Blog. I hate starting new journals. But my old one sucks. And summer sucks. And basically I'm just bored. I think I have some grammar issues in my title, but screw it... no one really knows German anyway.
Anyhoo... I have made a list of words that are worthy of usage.

spiffy
nifty
woozy
loopy
crikey
righty-o
anyhoo
cruddy
screwy
loony