Trout · girl

Four teens, driving their way to a cemetary, argue over who is most sexually adequate..

I accidently threw away the paper cup that had the actual quote in it.

A couple weeks ago I started to fill out an lj questionaire pertaining to the last year, and comparing it to your expectations and wishes of the next. It took me 7-8 questions and answers to realize I'm disgustingly content. Disgustingly happy is a stretch. I don't quite want to swing from tree tops and brag constantly, but I'm complacenct enough to hesitate for a looooong time when asked 'what do you hope for in the new year?' I can't think of anything too strange and new, other than taking more notes on readings (upon a final read of this entry I realize that is neither strange nor new). I should also stop watching less soap operas, but that's more of an evaluation of the last week and a half, and is a habit that should dissappear as soon as I'm without a tv. Passions is getting really, really horrible, but still gets me curious enough to im Z-woman in the middle of the night about Sheridan's baby.

Which got me to thinking about how fun it would be to be a writer for a soap opera. It was a combination of things that 'inspired' me really. The nostalgia for writing English 9 scripts. Post OC ims with Ben, during which we speculate the next plot twist. But mostly, my knack for remembering only the worst movie lines, mostly. While speaking to Triple Threat the other day, I was able to respond to nearly everything with some cheesy line. (i.e. "Sometimes the things your most afraid of in life, are the most worthwhile.") Maybe since I've averaged a movie/2 days.

Proof I love hollywood. I saw this anti-Dean advertisement for the umpteenth time today. But this time I was really eating sushi and drinking a latte.

things to do before I leave
+laundry
+register to vote
+scholarshare paperwork
+write meeting rsvp
+dye hair
+go to beers books

"Everyone knows that crocodiles and babies go together like elderly people and cobras."

Driving for 8 hours straight the second time around was not as nearly bad as it sounds. I wish there were more breaks in between driving for missed people, but fog and a 5:15 sunset did not allow. The four months hiatus from driving has seriously shaken up whatever confidence I did have. Luckily I only f'ed up big once, and I was the only screaming, or the shock completely wiped me of all sensory input.

Speaking of screaming, Z-woman clawing at the window as we pass by Magic Mountain is a hilarious sight and Niemi is an excellent singer given the right mood. We also made up the best game ever. I make the most annoying nasal, high pithed sound while Z-woman tries to make the same sound a quarter step lower. Tara was going wild with laughter.

Seeing so many interstate exits and thinking of all the people I knew in between me and the Mexican border made me think of future vacations. It turns out all the UC's (including us) have the same spring break. Good or bad? Less people to mooch off of, more people to mooch with.

"A clean-cut college student from small town America gets into UC Berkeley as a freshman. Weeks later he appears at some outdoor cafe. He is transforming. His language and body mannor quickly change as he discoves both sides "the force." He has body jewelry, a nose ring, eye shadow and a small braided pony tails hanging down the back of his neck. When he goes home for the holidays, his family will barely recognize him."

Anyone honestly know this guy or someone like him? I still shop at the gap.

... and constant references to the 'tone' of the media, debate, and general political discourse, I propose we all follow this U.S. National journalist commenting on the S.F. Mayor's race.

'Newsom, 36, and Gonzalez, 38, attracted as much attention for their youth and good looks as for their policies on hot issues like housing development and the city's large homeless population.

Dapper and intense, Newsom was frequently compared to the Kennedy family men, while more casual Gonzalez was branded the "Socialist Stud".'

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I really don't like math. It's not a matter of constantly being distracted while I work--I was quite happy and successful in preparing for my finals on friday right in my room while a good lot of my friends were walking in and out. It's just---math. ugh.

'Why do I always have to be the one to drink and snort things?'

'I only get sick on those---what are those f'ing things called--boats.'

'Don't you say anything Cindy' Said in response to characters on South Park referencing to those 'kids who sit in the back of the school who wear all black and talk about pain.

'(pained silence)' In response to our pointing and laughing, after discovering one of the kids who wear all black and talk about pain have those long bangs in front of their face that they often flip to punctuate their thoughts. You know, like Brian does.

So James comes into my room yesterday night asking for cranberry sauce. Why? So he could vomit it all up after getting really really wasted for his final--a piece of meditative poetry for his meditation class. He and his friend/co-writer are taking it Pass/No Pass if you haven't figured it out. It's 5 pages single space, but I assure you, if you're amused by silly drunk people it is well worth your time.

Some notes to influence your interpretation of the poem
+Chris is the lecturer
+'mandarins' could refer to oranges or chinese people.
+he plays the tuba and really owns a tuba shirt

My favorite excerpts:

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
kahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
the tide flows in and out
each wave signifies
another step of life
one cannot hide from
its all encompassing flow
and yet we run
from the tide and the sun
have you ever been embraced by the moonrock of your soul for affectionate love?
the answer may or may not come from a hippy native american.

The answer might, however, come from within
from deeper pools
from superintend3nts of the soul
from the core of a mandarin, white, tenuous
all over my shirt
because drunk, i rolled in mandarins
and got the effluent of my soul
on my tuba shirt

----
seriousness is a function of time
from the waves and the seals
seals
screaming on the shore
screaming
screaming "come saul"
come saul and mediatate
and i don't
fuck you
fuck you chris tompkins


( The piece in its entirety )

1) So I get these stupid bots messaging me day and night with stupid slutty names. Of course I block them, of course I get 30 or so at a time.

2) Except today, when I came home to find 43 'Accept Message' windows. Then and 'Error, rawrr rrah raah' window. Close. Sign On. "Rate Limiting occured during sign on." Apparently I've been warned to aim-death. :/

I found the secret to happiness yesterday. Ever since college started I've been sitting in the back depressed, sleepy and completely uninspired in class. Yet I bounced all through my math discussion with smiles and erect thumbs. Safe to say it was the most enjoyable discussion thus far. The secret? It's called coffee. Stimulants trick you into being optimistic. My diet of iced-tea and water made me sensitive to caffeine again. Of course this'll last 3 weeks max, when I'll have to upgrade to coke. And after that's done, finals will be over and I can spend my christmas in rehab.

A less cindy-centric (no nervous giggling) look into life in the fields...

http://www.loe.org/

click on the audio link next to the picture of the bee.

So rumors of mono rampaging through the building are circulating.. cries of 'No illness! Illness bad!' I had a week-long sore throat, that I thought was the result of the USC game, until it turned into a cough, then some nasal drip, which stopped after a couple of vitamin C-saturated drinks. Then the recovery period which usually involves a lot of horrendous purging. It's a cleansing process, no? It's a cleansing process that's lasted a pretty long time now. I managed to get the nose running again. Cough. cough. cough.

I think it's made me sleepy as hell. Today, I had 3 one hour breaks throughout the day, and of course tried napping during every single one. My earlier attempt at math homework lead to a nap.. and I'm only slightly chipper because of the exhilerating competition between Lauren and Ben over this Acno's Energizer game/puzzle. And an episode of family guy.

And (asian) Andrew's growing DC++ hub just acquired a porn freak.

I killed any chance of being productive yesterday by going all the way to the Metreon to see Kill Bill--which wasn't as bloody as I thought'd be. Angele on the other hand, already had her hood covering half her face 30 seconds into the movie as she explained, "I don't like it when people die."

Something sort of worthy of mention.. You know this infamous kid's challenge of how you can never fold a piece of paper 10 times? Apparently it was done. Only "sort of" worthy since 1) it was a kimwipe 2) it was using instruments that were capable of exerting 100 atm of pressure.

9:30-6:00. class. practice. yaddah.
....-7:20. food. fried sweet potatoe, yum.
7:21...... pick up brian's guitar.
.....12:10 come to the realization you haven't done any work for the last four hours.
12:16..... realize you're a silly goose with a long day that did a weeks' worth of physics homework a few hours ago.

whew.

After 2 day of exile from my room,
2 nights of sleeping on a floor,
insane amount of studying,
for a not so bad midterm,
running home from the midterm,
write a paper due in 2 hours,
sweating for 2 hours,
a durastic weather change,
freezing in my sweat for nearly 2 hours,
getting socked in the back with a soccer ball..!!!!

I am home with a nice pillow and emo music to space out to.

it really wasn't that bad. I can handle being busier, and definitely expect to be shortly.. my neck is just killing me and I'm listening to emo.

My dad bought a new camera. My sister--a computer and a trip to the east coast. My mother--a treadmill. Me--$70 worth of granola bars.

No, this is not my attempt at showing what a reasonable person I am. $70 for chrissakes.

somebody tell Andrew Baker...

Me and my roommate are having a competition over who has a picture of the smallest nipples.

6 people in the room debating along.

and to Charlie...

Picture of Dave loving you is my desktop. It's like an optical illusion in which no matter where you stand in the room, his eyes follow you.

"Pussy drinks and Hanson"

Me happy. Need to be up in 4 hours to experience and unholy amount of band.

I had to mingle with alumnit at a party where the general theme was "thanks for the money, can we please have some more?" It was quite uplifting. According to them, I'm making lifelong friends or folks for christmas card lists.

Michael Jackson rocks my socks.