I know everyone and their mother hates this video.
but I don’t. Except for the last couple minutes.







but I don’t. Except for the last couple minutes.







“All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other’s soul and flesh; but there we were, unable even to mate as slum children would have so easily found an opportunity to do so.”
I remember one time, senior year in high school, when one of my teacher asked me if I had been reading any books lately, I said, yes, I just finished Lolita, and I’m starting a new Nabokov book. I awkwardly added that Vladimir Nabokov was the best writer ever, giggled, and walked away.

Dyin’ my hair red Wooo! The purple was getting too uneven. Pics tomorrow probs.

I got placed in the highest English classes possible from the matric test (and it might get bumped up to the very top if I get my AP stuff sorted out). I got the second highest math class, Pre-Calc, which is good because honestly I need to freshen up on it before I try Calc again.
I feel pretty good about this semester. I feel really good about everything right now. ^^
PS – To get that picture I googled images “Saddleback” at first – and the WORST THING EVER CAME UP. Still hyperventilating.

California State University: San Bernardino*
Columbia University*
Emerson College*
Gettysburg College*
Johns Hopkins University*
Syracuse University*
Whittier
Bard College*
UCLA
USD
UCSD
UCR
Oberlin College*
* = have creative writing degree

In this era and generation something we very extrovertly value is happiness. So I thought, how will we figure things out and become happy in a seemingly repetitive world where wanting something different is not always a positive thing. How can you be happy doing the same thing for the rest of your life? You might have plans, dreams, wishes, but most likely we will all have similar fairly mundane lives.
So most people reading this will be my age, but I know several older people read my blog as well, so I will start with a really basic question. Where do I start?
Answer: Now.
There’s this scene in The Wire, where a young kid who partakes in illegal drug trafficking is thinking about going back to school. His co-worker makes fun of the fact that he’d be 2 years behind, and the kid doesn’t say much, looking disappointing.
He doesn’t end up going back to school, and as a white middle class person who has never lived in the ‘hood, I want to yell at my TV screen. “JUST GO BACK TO SCHOOL! 2 years is NOTHING.”
But is that kid really any different from us? We live in different contexts, but insecurities about our age or wasted time catch up with us, and influence us to make the stupidest decisions. Two years is nothing, Twenty years is nothing, a whole wasted life is nothing, if you do nothing with it.
Nobody can really convince you of this other than yourself. You have to accept the time you’ve wasted.
You have to stop asking “Where do I start?”
After that, I don’t know. Not even Leo knows.

In my American Gov’t class!
Yaaaaaaaaaaaay.
Epic grades are epic.

But color theory AND Tolstoy? Have mercy.
I think this would make a really pretty tattoo, probably without the quote. :)
PS yes I made it. Modeled after one of the first 3d color theories .. forgot the name of the person who came up with it. X[

I got a message through the contact form on my site from amishera on why I mention that I like to eat olives. The truth is, there’s no special reason why I mention it, other than the fact that I really like eating olives. They are one of my favorite foods. (Sometimes I say “fruits” to throw people off. Olives are the fruit of the olive tree.)
Fun story: One time my parents found a specialty store that sold hundreds of different types of olives somewhere in northern or central California. They brought back a bunch of bottles including almond-stuffed olives, spiced olives, smoked olives, and other stuff. They were all amazing.
I’d rather get olives than chocolates. True story!
I hope I find olive-flavored ice cream one day. MMMM.

Emo Noemeh.
Happy Noemeh.
I used Jerome Russell Punky Color which fades pretty fast and has a weird smell but that’s alright. I hope it fades to a pretty raspberry color by the time I get my driver’s license.
PS: Leo likes it.

d 11:50 am on July 13, 2010 Permalink
grats. i personally attribute it to myself…
Anonymous 1:41 pm on July 13, 2010 Permalink
interesting