The Truth About Heaven

2009-03-16T00:19:00.000-07:00

Relocating. Stay tuned for a revival in senseless jabber!

Three Things I Love

2009-02-18T00:20:00.000-08:00

1. How caps lock constitutes as shouting.
2. How the world feels like their rights are being abused by FB's new TOS (however, it's on pause for now. Hah, power of the People.)
3. My knack for constantly thinking of how something clever/witty can evolve into a yearbook theme. (Yes, I'm embarrassing)

I should really remember her name.

2009-02-13T22:44:00.000-08:00

Sex, Drugs & Labels

2009-02-05T18:08:00.000-08:00

We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on we are calling out and out again
Never looking down I’m just in awe of what’s in front of me

Hellllo, I'm not dead. But fuck am I close! Homework is on the backburner while I wait for the new Office. Sooo.... this is my life in list form:

1. The nouvelle
2. The dreamer
3. The go-to girl & The go-to boy
4. The small talker
5. The floater
6. The idgaf
7. The egg shell walker
8. The nontalker
9. The condescending
10. The fun one
11. The caretaker
12. The you-know-too-little-to-be-sure
13. The has-everything/everyone-you-want
14. The player
15. The played
16. The bag of brags
17. The hello in the hall
18. The too cool
19. The nice guy
20. The ice blue eyes!
21. The jealous
22. The forgettable
23. The first mentioned
24. The thrill chaser
25. The socially awkward
26. The push-over
27. The party

Like everything in life, it's a game of who's who. Who stays, who goes. Who you know, who you don't. You know their name. You know their face. But do you understand them?

;) Shamelessly stolen from D&E. You know what I mean. Actually, none but maybe 3.

2nd Semester-itis

2009-02-04T19:52:00.000-08:00

I mind as well sleep for a thousand years because the work I would get out of that is equivalent to the work I'm actually doing now.

-Populist, Progressivism, and WWI chapters to scan.
-Two acts of Othello to read
-Le Versaille to research
-Cyrano de Bergerac vocabulaire to memorize

And I'm waiting for my jello to firm.

Picture Blogging Cont.

2009-02-02T20:53:00.000-08:00

John Krasinski, you don't know what you do to me.

2009-01-26T19:18:00.000-08:00

2009-01-21T17:26:00.000-08:00

Fight For Nothing.

2009-01-21T00:29:00.000-08:00

Sure. Nobody wants to be stereotyped as the asian kid who cried over a B+. Yeah, definitely. It could have been much (much much) worse. But I don't care what you think about these salty tears or how it "could have been." I'm staring down the barrel of an 89.77 and the impossibility of a round. It's not the grade so much, it's more of the "I did all this work and all I got was a stinkin' B+?" I'm seeing an irregularity in the proportions of the risk to reward ratio. Actually, fuck what I just said, it's totally about the grade and how it looks on paper. If we're being real, grades are just another thing for people to judge you on--only what they think actually matters...to admissions directors at least. This whole charade is all too familiar (recollect last year's wave of bad grades, teenage rebellion and its consequences, and desperate pleas directed at a math teacher). When can I break free of this parasitic consistency?

When can I catch a break?

Appropriate of the erratic ways in which my mind works, I'd like to acknowledge today's move into a new era! The Obama era! May we finally see Change.

In The City (REALLY!)

2009-01-15T20:33:00.000-08:00

It's as close to living Whit as I'll ever get. March 18-22 marks my premier debut in the city that never sleeps!

And the winner of the Gold Crown is...

Texas? What? :)

We're All Wannabes

2009-01-01T15:31:00.001-08:00

We know what we are. We are shameless. It's been a stressful, however exhilarating three days and two nights. It's said and done, we're out of our right minds, but it's kind of a good thing.

It's a new year. Finally! I feel crazy thinking that in this same year I'll be living up my last high school summer and then submitted myself to college. I hope I'm not getting over my head when I say, "I'M READY FOR THIS." Fight on!

If there's anything I learned in 2008 it is to always know what you want and that compromise is so passe.

2009 let's rock 'n roll.

FAUX. (click for more)

Frag ment ed

2008-12-15T01:45:00.000-08:00

Between sifting through new facebook notifications, picking the look of the day on style.com, refreshing sartorialist hoping for a new post, and adding items onto my wishlist on UO, making collages of the most important people in my life reigns superior over all other distractions. Two F's lie next to my feet waiting to be rewritten for credit. No cigar. A tower of boxes to my left burning to be given away. Tomorrow's ensemble hanging haphazardly in the closet.

My folders are forgotten at Helen's. What's the use, anyway?

-J

We Who See Pixels

2008-12-10T01:28:00.000-08:00

5:30 Crawl out of bed. Eyes half open. Is it saying something when you beat the sun?
5:45 Power shower. Now wipe the condensation from the bathroom mirror, it's time to make yourself presentable.
7:00 Breakfast? What? Grab your things, you're already late.
8:00 Say hi to the front desk. Get comfortable in front of the computer because it's all you see for the remaining...what, 4-5 hours?
12:00 Go to lunch with all your jazzy writer friends. Really, Sharon? Does speed dating really work out for you? Every Monday and Thursday?
1:00-6:00 :(

I mean, HONESTLY? Are you only good enough to be editor of the obituaries section (only because the past editor died) like Jude Law in Closer? Are you destined for a future in wedding announcements (and incredibly flowery descriptions of sparkles on dresses resembling sparkles in grooms' eyes) like James Marsden in 27 Dresses? Humble beginnings are one thing...

Spotless Minds

2008-12-03T21:03:00.000-08:00

I think about what I'm doing now, what I've done in the past, and what I want to do in the future. My spiraling thoughts, weathering my ability to hold on to reality, are so ineffable even to my subconscious self. I'm dreaming so heavily lately; I even think it's the answer to my exhaustion in the morning regardless of the hours of shut eye. If it's all true and what you dream about is supposed to depict your fears, your desires, and your anxieties, then I fear, desire, and am horribly anxious about the strangest things. It's crazy because I always dream about people I've never seen before or places I've never been to, but science says that they're all things that the brain has recognized at least once. Do our subconscious selves really remember the faces we graze our eyes over as we cross the street? It's an amazing mystery to me. I think I'll ask for a dreams book for my birthday.

Well, here I am again. Magazine clippings haphazardly sprawled all over the floor and walls. There's a certain vacancy in plain white walls that really distracts me, so I like to patch them up with clippings of well-clothed models. I've just finished putting up a block of it and I'm really discontented. I don't know whether to call it a work in progress or a flat our failure. And also, no matter what I do, it always looks crooked to me--always.

Food For Thought: You're sitting on a bench in a park. You're enjoying the sun, watching the kids play in the sand, and reading the daily paper. A proud parent snaps a shot of their son on the slide, and there you are. You are faint, but visible, and you're sitting on the bench in all your paper-reading gracefulness. It's an interesting thought! That frame will have you forever. When it gets hung on the fridge, scrapbooked, or sent to grandma--so are you. Craziness!

Icelandic bands really get the blogging juices flowing. If I were hiking through a desolate tundra in subzero weather in those ridiculous boots with a hand-carved staff, I would listen to Sigur Ros.

-J

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

2008-11-30T18:58:00.000-08:00

I think we all have a Tyler Durden to live the lives we wish we could.
Oh those damn schizophrenics.

My Distrust In Dairy

2008-11-16T21:17:00.000-08:00

Collegeboard. Stop taunting me. I've spent a profuse amount of hours on you and you've given me nothing but gratuitous stress and growing anxiety that is detrimental to such a yearning soul as mine. Three times now have you tied a piece of cheese onto a stick and dangled it in front of my eyes. CB, you are so conniving. You are such a bully to me, but why? You know where the cheese is and how to get it, but you are too greedy! You are working me to the bone, CB. This search has dulled me.

Clothes That Will Have You Spending The Night

2008-11-12T00:20:00.001-08:00

Just like good friends, fashion comes and goes. So what trends are we putting to sleep as 2008 goes into the record books? And what are we spending that cash on to ring in the new year? Nobody wants to land on evxposed with ugly clothes, so let's upgrade our daily duds shall we?

Fall for these:

(F)
That's tight. Tights are back in black (and yellow and blue and purple too)! Fall weather is perfect for pairing your favorite shorts, skirts, and DRESSES with the appropriate form of tights. Nylons and knits in assorted colors and patterns are everywhere. Check any F21, H&M, UO, AA for your new fave.

Black is the new black. No, I don't mean goth black where all of a sudden you're wearing black lipstick. Think black like Alexander McQueen black. Chic with a touch of "fuck off" attitude. My favorite Black purchase to date? Slim fit trousers from H&M for the reasonable price of $35. For that much sheen, charging only 35 is YOUR profit.

The Cardies. Comme des garcons, the girls are also donning the versatile cardigans day in and day out. Watch out though, everyone and their grandmas (literally) are clad in cardigans, so don't throw a fit if you're driving down Capital Expressway and the wrinkly old woman that's driving 35 in a 45 is wearing the same exact sweater as you. Actually, you should embrace it.

Well, clearly, it's the right choice. Don't shy away from the sheerness of that cute top. Floral prints are acceptable on sheer blouses and dresses. But don't forget to slip on the slip so you're not baring it all. Jenny Humphrey wears them, so you should too. I mean, EV loves GG, right? Cute floral sheer dress spotted at Zara on Post St., SF. Drop in and browse.

Shoes for robottes. Boots are a must. Say no to UGGS every day of the week. Instead, find a nice pair of booties or knee-length shafts. The plug for nice boots? Again, Zara, but S. Madden won't steer you in any wrong direction. Plan on babysitting your cousin for a few extra hours though, because quality footwear will run you 3 digits numbers.

Necks, naked no more! Jewelry is perfect for adding the sparkle element in an otherwise bland outfit. Put them on your fingers, your wrists, around your necks, and in your hair. I would even wear them in Black.

(M)
Keep it slim, Jim! Every girl envies the boys for their barely existent hips. Because you lack child bearing waistlines, keep everything nice and in single file line. Your jeans, however, should not be girlfriend jeans. Keep it lazy, but please, please keep them up.

Girls don't care as much about the rims on your cars than the rims on your face. Prescripted or not, nobody will know. Rectangular in shape, Black or tortoise in color. It's a new you in 2.5 seconds. The Risky Business glasses may be popular and quirky, but we'd notice you more if you introduced a new style to the table.

Go ahead and belt it. Since accessories for men equivalent to jewelry for girls are harder to come by, why not change up your boring old just-to-hold-up-my-pants belt for a statement making one? Distressed or refined, it's your prerogative.

Sweater than sugar. If you're not big on the cardies, try some hoodless sweaters! Relaxing the bulkiness of a hood makes way for a more attractive view from behind. Solids keep it simple, while patterns add any needed spunk. Careful on the busy patterns though. One may get lost tracing the mazes that blew up all over your chest and back. KISS: keep it simple students.

You never know who's looking.

-J

Oui ou non?

2008-11-11T21:35:00.001-08:00

There's nothing I hate more than decaf coffee.
Live Long. Live Fast, my friends.

2008-11-11T20:45:00.000-08:00

I had a whole laundry list of things to do before someone manages to fuck it all up. Honestly, who the hell are you to criticize me? You can take your cheap slang and get the fuck out of my face.

Forever,
She who needs no havoc

Only In Autumn

2008-11-09T21:10:00.000-08:00

Only in autumn can you dream so deeply to the soporific sounds of rain tip-tapping on your window panes. The air seems crisper now. The cold nights, thrashing wind, and heavy rain--it's my favorite season.

Sorry, EVB. You're not winning the audience.

2008-11-07T21:01:00.000-08:00

If you go to Evergreen and you've got connections to cyber-EV, chances are that you've heard of or read the notorious evbanged.blogspot.com. Seriously? If you're going to trash randoms, let's do a fact check shall we? I'll admit that I think it's funny and something to rave about for a couple of weeks before it becomes stale or just straight-up BS. If you can pull this off, you go girl. If we sniff you out, get your transcripts ready.

P.S.
Use spellcheck!

XOXO,
J

N/A

2008-10-29T21:17:00.001-07:00

This is what juniors do at homecoming practices.

Paul, I hate that I think this is funny.

ZOMBIES!

Cut The Clandestine Love Affairs

2008-10-26T14:33:00.000-07:00

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody, some are the beat

Dramatic irony really kills me.

-J

USC, pick me!

2008-10-20T19:23:00.000-07:00

Today, I met with admissions adviser, Joe Beltran, and it pretty much solidified my ambitions of going to USC (NYU, pick me too!). In our eight persons intimate meeting, questions were asked and answered while sparks of admiration flew in the background. It's so close, yet the homestretch is still a long day's work away. Here I am. Junior. Still in high school. Thirsting for more, more, more. Between juggling my fluctuating grades, yearbook deadlines, and the oddly popular Iron Oven club, I still squeeze in a little time to daydream about what's on the other side of these suffocating hills.

And you know what else is funny? According to the Compare People application a la Facebook, I am considered by my peers to be 100% More Confident and 0% Most Likely To Do A Favor For You. Seriously? How do you judge confidence? And about the favors thing... hahaha... DIY if you want anything done right. Thus, I don't ask for favors and therefore don't owe any. Ergo, my trust issues.

Soul Searching,
Jenn

Trial and Error Error Error

2008-10-07T19:34:00.000-07:00

What's learning without making mistakes, right? Working at Kumon, I deal with wrong answers and strange handwriting for four hours. I know it's wrong, but yes, I do get mad when they can't get the right answer even after I explain it to them. They look at me with their trying eyes, and I utter a stern, "Look at the word. Sound it out. What does it say?" Silence. I give them the answer because they just "aren't getting it."

Ten years later, it's the same thing. Except the tutor's aren't so nice. Do something wrong and experience the wrath. Your pouty lips and big eyes are no good in this place. I don't know how to learn without making mistakes, so excuse me if 2+2 doesn't equal 5. I can try again if you let me.

Today I learned that when you're correcting a mistake, you have to make sure that that person isn't afraid to try again, even if it means getting it wrong two or three or four more times.

My name is...

2008-10-05T20:59:00.000-07:00

B for Basic

2008-09-24T18:37:00.000-07:00

Have you noticed the invasion of the plain white tee shirts? Left and right, left and right--fresh white tees are making a definite statement. In crews, V necks, fitted and loose, they are EVERYWHERE! More often than not, when a trend is overkilling with popularity it grows sick and predictable; however I must say that the white is so minimal, and so UNtrendy that it will work whenever you want it to work. Worn with jeans, worn with shorts and skirts; it's a staple item that's a must in your wardrobe for that laid-back Monday or casual Friday. And best of all, they won't run you too deep into your wallet. And it's totally female friendly.

For the guys, a fitted white V will take you so, so far.
For the girls, I love when you wear mens' clothes and rock it so much harder than the boys. :)

Tousled and disheveled in the most stylized way. Throw in some curls and a pair of slimmies and you're good to go.

What's The Use Of Making The Bed?

2008-09-17T21:12:00.000-07:00

Who pushed the auto-pilot?

To hell with elegance. Her expression is a representation of today's youth. Dazed & Confused.

I got this picture from facehunter.blogspot.com
He claims to be just a random about the streets but I've seen doubles on his blog and on Sartoria's. Sketchy!
Hats off, he does capture some interesting characters. Think the same oriental print, two different colors, top and bottom. Like a walking magic carpet. And the shoes! Oh the shoes...

Jade(d) Doesn't Look Good On Me

2008-09-08T23:16:00.000-07:00

Motivation doesn't come easy, but I've got to hand it to the unexplainable forces that are rooting for me. I'm feeling very productive. I've never experienced such drive to do well in school. In all seriousness, my face is showing no signs of sarcasm today, no sir. This is my year! Here's a smiley face to counterbalance how manic I sound in this post -- :)

& Here's a free knock-knock joke that Nicole Reyes (the girl's a walking joke machine) told me today.
Knock-Knock! Who's there? Madame. Madame who? My damn foot is in the door so open it!

Free Love!

5 feet 8 inches

2008-08-26T00:58:00.000-07:00

I think the best thing about growing up is knowing what it's all about. It's all about breaking down who you are: what makes you happy, what makes you tick, what's wrong, and what's right--all according to you. Back in the day (given, it wasn't that long ago), it was all about containment. We ran through the rye and ate whatever our parents dished. For me, it was pretty simple. My mom bought me purple pants so I wore them. She told me that if I didn't go to sleep early, there's a chance my teeth will fall out. So, of course, I high-tailed it and was asleep in no time.

Also, being "cool" was astronomically important. If you weren't cool, don't bother showing your face to the four square courts because you are not welcome. Take your shotty lunch box and grab some bench. Preferably by the water fountain--if you're lucky, maybe a cool kid will notice you and ask you for a game. But don't hold your breath because that would mean risking their cool.

And it was all about being cool for a while. But finally, we got our little hands on some scissors and cut the strings. Growing up is like a Chia Pet. First it's all naked and janky looking, and suddenly... you've got a whole patch of grass on your head! In translation, through passing years and experience, we're starting to become who we'll be in the future.

Don't you see? These really are the Best Years. I like the weirdest things now. I'm listening to funny sounding music. I dress like a bum, but somehow it's stylish. I am so many things but I am not who I thought I was going to be.

This, right now, is what it's all about. You can take this time to get it all out of your system before you're a grown up--growing no more. I think I'll actually take my own advice on this one. Go on, boy. Grab a girl and listen to weird music, wear ugly clothes, and hit all the hottest spots in town. Because we're young, hopeful, and so goddam cool.

Point Blank

2008-08-25T21:22:00.000-07:00

Because I am way past saving the day's work.

What is your full name? Jennifer Ho Huynh
What is your favorite color? Varies always. Navy, Maroon, Black.
What is your favorite flower? A sunflower?
What is your dream date? One that is ripe and sweet, but I actually prefer dried apricots.
What kind of car do you have? An invisible one. Like Wonder Woman.
Do you currently have someone on your mind? Yes, actually. COLE MOHR, love me!
What is your biggest regret? Eating McDonalds.
Do you exercise regularly? Yes.
If you could live anywhere where would you live? This is taking me too long to think of one. Pass.
How many kids do you want? Two! If any at all.
Have you ever been engaged? Haha.
Could you ever be in the military? Hell yeah I can.
Do you like to dance? Yes, very much in fact.
What was the last thing you wished for? For less curvy legs and thinner thighs. How superficial of me. Jk, world peace, duh.
Do you trust easily? Yes, I do trust easily (so far).
Explain the perfect kiss? A hot and sweaty exchange of emotions.
What are your plans for the remainder of the year? To get at least a 3.75 gpa. And say no to drugs.
Anything annoying you at the moment? Yes. Starting school tomorrow is annoying the fuck out of me.
Get along with your parents? Yes, I do.
Are you a hard worker? I really really want to be!
What accent do you think is hot? Australian ones.
Would you rather go out with someone really fat or way too thin? Way too thin.
Do you make new friends easily? I think so.
Do you get jealous easily? Like seriously jealous? No. But I fake it all the time. I ain't really jealous of your new kicks, girrrl.
What do you think of vegans? More power to 'em!
What does the 2nd message on your phone say? "That's fine."
Do you own a credit card? Yes, and I'm convinced that it was sent from the devil to destroy my life.
Have any secret fetishes? Skinny boys that smoke cigarettes and have tattoos. If that's a fetish...
Is there something you are keeping secret from everyone? Yeah, I have a plethora of them. I took a Sephora mirror even though you only get them when you get a gift card.
What would you change about yourself if you could? My curvy legs and muscular calves. Hahaha.

This is fun.

"Don't Eat A Fucking Banana!"

2008-08-20T20:54:00.001-07:00

I have nothing to say until Aug 26.

EDIT AUG23: Time does not give two damns or a fuck.
Nujabes in the late hours <3

Bottle It Up

2008-07-28T18:46:00.000-07:00

I feel defeated. At the hands of the devil, herself. SHIT SHIT SHIT! I must say, eloquence can't save this situation. I always thought there was a certain safety in silence...

Gone In 60 Seconds

2008-07-24T21:00:00.000-07:00

1. Adjust seat
2. Check mirrors
3. Seat belt
4. Start engine
5. Foot on brake
6. Release E-brake
7. Put it into drive
8. Go
9. CAR! CAR! CAR! BRAKE! BRAKE! BRAKE!
10. #$@%! sorry..

The only hot wheels I'll be getting are made of plastic and have flames bursting from the sides. One of the privileges of being 16 is obtaining a California state license and I have yet to experience that privilege. It's one step toward independence. One step to (relative) freedom. It's one more gas killer on the road, but who's really keeping count anyway?

Here's one unique point of view about global warming that I've stumbled upon lately. Credits to Sean Peterson, my summer school teacher:
Human beings cannot be the single factor contributing to the rising temperature of the Earth. Sure, we might be catalysts to the process and there are definitely things that we shouldn't be doing but still are. BUT NOW GET THIS. Were there any humans alive when dinosaurs were exterminated? When the world suddenly went into an ice age, did we do anything to contribute to that? So who's to say mother nature herself can't decide to kill us all single handedly?

I think it's just an interesting point of view. In my eyes, I still think humans have a lot to do with global warming.

And if your brother don't like my style, we can take it to the streets. Haha. Hope everyone's enjoying their summer!

Zero To Infinity In 3.5 Seconds

2008-07-18T22:19:00.000-07:00

A wise old joker once told me, "Seriously? Work your ass off in high school because you will regret it if you don't." And seriously, I think I felt the world turn a little. In the midst of all the disheartening remarks and intimidating reviews of the future, it's nice to hear from a kind soul who seems to believe in you. "I want to see you guys go far just so that I know someone who did." Sometimes it's necessary for an unexpected passerby to rekindle the fire under your ass and send you on your way. Because seriously? It's different. It's almost strange. And it works! Sounds like a Jenny Craig commercial, but I think it's all you need: A simple change of pace to excite ambition.

I must admit, I've become a professional at riding the back seat while everyone else is whipping the reins. Or maybe that's just how it feels. Let me take you through this scenario that I have developed so vividly in my head:

It begins anywhere. Anywhere you want, but preferably somewhere you wish to be. So there you are in this cool, hip place in your own fantasy world. For me, I think I'll choose... an ultra hip hot-spot in an unfamiliar town, sitting at an outdoor cafe that's famed for it's glorious cup of joe, according to some reputable reviewer from a local paper. For now you're just sitting and enjoying the weather and your coffee and your vanilla scone. And as you're lost in the enjoyment of your scone, someone walks up from behind you and accidently nudges your shoulder with their expensive laptop carrier.

"Oh! Sorry!" says this vaguely familiar figure.
"Don't worry about it!" you spit out as you lift a napkin to your mouth to wipe the embarrassing crumbs of your carbohydrates for the day.

As they keep on walking, you realize that wasn't a stranger! Oh God forbid, you were best friends! Unfortunately you are no longer "BFFs." You're not even lucky enough for them to notice you in your Sunday's best. Thirty seconds expire and the shock has passed and your scone is history. You had just casually exchanged words with your used-to-be best friend forever but they unfortunately failed to recollect all the unforgettable times you once shared. Woops, that sucks. Now you're feeling a new kind of low as you realize that your BFF grew up to be someone and you're just stuck at some poorly reviewed coffee house! Time speeds up. The strangers by your sides morph into all your successful classmates. Everything is happening at an unspeakable pace. Then the chair under you melts into a pool of nothingness.

And then you suffocate and you die.
:)

Okay, but the point is that I can't help but feel like I'm losing. I guess I have a pretty competitive personality (after all, I DID score orange in the color-to-personality test), but I really can't resist thinking that I must grow up to be some envied person and anything other than that adds up to zero. Everyone wants to be someone!

So in light of everything and my fears of being a zero, I think it's time to hit the books and find my ambition because it's been missing. Thanks to J for the inspirational pep talk, I really appreciate the push.

Go out and succeed! Be the one who forgets, not the one forgotten! Haha. Just kidding, remember your friends.

SMP

2008-07-07T21:23:00.000-07:00

Oh, Jennifer. Why are you so damn cold?

HAHAHA!
I<3U, Sarah!

What I can't seem to grasp about The Bachelorette is how you can dive into an uncertain pool of 20 somethings and find someone that you're hoping to spend the rest of your life with. In the matter of a few months? And in those months you'll be hugging and kissing random men? What a hoe.

What gets me the most is that I'll have to look someone in the eye and tell them I love someone else more. Yours truly, DeAnna. Love you too, girlfriend.
It's actually sad though. Pro snowboarder comes up on top! Single father shoots and misses.

Undeniable.

Curiosity Killed The High Schooler

2008-07-04T23:38:00.001-07:00

Because aren't we all fighting the burning sensation to try new things? Despite what mums and pops tell us, we can really care less. We want it, and we want it in large doses. The party. The pretty boys and girls. The drugs and alco. The whole picture. No matter how fucked up we'll be in ten years! Hell, in ten years, we'll hopefully have enough money to send ourselves to rehab. Another shot? Just keep 'em rolling.

Disclaimer: I'm not pro or con anything. So don't be calling me a hypocrite or lend your judging eyes, you critic.

It's just... EVERYONE LOVES TO PARTY! Every single weekend, an army of raging teens are getting drunk off their ass. The front lawns, the driveways, the pool decks of "open houses" are getting dumped on with messy kids who can't remember where they left their keys (or whether or not they drove there). The reasons have evolved into something more too. It's not about "looking cool" (who would admit to that anyway?) or "just to celebrate" anymore. In 2008, we're angry and depressed and we need to take the edge off--blow off some steam, have some fun! You know, just like on TV! And I'm not even concerned because it's inevitable. Simply just stating the obvious. The obvious that wasn't so obvious a few years ago. Here's to growing up! The live fast, die fast version.

Happy 4th of July everyone! Wash your clothes and comb your hair before your moms and dads find out where you've been. :)

peace. love. skinny.

2008-06-25T22:51:00.000-07:00

The Do:
-Fruits & Vegetables
-Water
-Proteins
-Salad and Vinaigrette
-Whole Grains
-Go Organic
*Hit The Gym! M, W,F!
*Sleep sleep sleep!

The Do Not (even think about it):
-Mindless Junk Food Consumption
-Unhealthy cereals
-Caesar Salads (I read it on Yahoo. Trust me, it's deadly!)
-Midnight snacking
-Soda
-Skip Breakfast
-Patience is a virtue, fast food is not
*Blow Off Gym Dates

FIT.

Time Won't Let Me Go

2008-06-18T23:37:00.000-07:00

It's only been maybe a week (who knows, I'm not keeping count anymore) since I've been out of school? It seems like a lifetime. The day feels never ending whenever I wake up simply because I cannot sleep anymore. I seriously did NADA today. Stories and tales of a wasted life. I literally counted down the hours until I can just watch SYTYCD (which was amazing, btw) and then go to sleep. At this particular moment, I'd say watching ice cubes melt is more interesting than today's sequence of events.

I have nothing to blog about anymore. Maybe I'm just lazy.

I want to stop my (uneventful) life and become Lacey and Kameron from last season. Contemporary is the new thing. Hip-hop is so out of my life. Justin, I quit homecoming and battle UNLESS you let me choreo a contemp piece that everyone has to point their toes and toss their heads to. THANKS! BYE!

Speaking of a dancer's life, remember that pretty unsuccessful show on MTV, The Dance Life? (I think that's what it was called; too lazy to google it). I keep on seeing that guy all over Janet Jackson's music videos. The pretty gay over-confident one.

I start summer school tomorrow. Just. Let. Me. Die.

Listen: Misread by Kings of Convenience
or Cayman Islands by same artist

I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongue.

2008-06-01T15:59:00.000-07:00

I've come back from camp and I'm all about NATURE. I'm seriously going to go GREEN from now on. Organics = The one and only way.

The Earth does not belong to us, we belong to the earth.
-Chief Seattle

Anyway, I went to the Lupus 5k run today for interact and it was really fun. I had my first Yogurtland experience and it was bliss. I really suck at math (I don't understand numbers at all), but hey, TWO MORE WEEKS OF SCHOOL! Whoohoo!

time for school

2008-05-08T06:59:00.000-07:00

I hate what has become of me this past week.
I HATE anticipation!

I'm a nervous train wreck, and I see no end.

new abbrevs of the 21st

2008-04-30T19:56:00.000-07:00

Whoa. AP (advanced placement) exams in 2 wks (weeks)?
GG (good game). NT (nice try). Better luck nxt yr (next year).
TTFN (tata for now).

far from platonic

2008-04-22T19:34:00.000-07:00

Gosh (insert boy's name with unfortunate life/love dilemmas). You fall fuckin' hard. Like there's not even crushing for you.

...I have crushes..

REEEALLLYYY?

I'm not telling YOU!

Whatever..
Haha. I'm sure you'll make up for your really really dumb move. :)

Spring is definitely the season for relationship temptations and the release of bottled up feelings. People are falling in like, love, lust, infatuations left and right. My ears have never been a witness to so much detailed gossip. Scandalous! (Okay, not so much, but I love the word scandalous.) The latest, hottest hooking-up trends seem to be the "odd couples." Otherwise noted as couples that you can never even begin a train of thought with that involved these two people bound together by teenage "love." Let's call them the "are-you-joking-me-right-now couples." (AYJMRN couples). If you just take a moment to breathe this in, I'm sure you can think of many AYJMRN couples. I can think of 5! These five AYJMRN couples are really just happy people who've happened to find a more than friendly figure in someone else; even if that someone else is insanely different. AYJMRN couples are like peanut butter and jelly; first there is skepticism, then there's the deepest enjoyment where all you want for breakfast, lunch, and dinner is PB&J. (It's a metaphor. You can sit back down now.)

Oh, what? Me? ;) There's a time and place. Hopefully I'll have more to tell you than just, "What? Oh, nonexistent," or the once almighty, "I don't need that right now." Haha? Well, I think it all adds to my more mysterious facade, don't you think? ;)

And I'm getting a lot of, "why not?" and "lower your goddamn standards, woman." -.-
Whatever, I'm not trying to entertain you with my life. Better luck uncovering the 5 AYJMRN couples!

whoa, dream big!

2008-04-21T22:34:00.000-07:00

Why is it raining tomorrow? That's dumb!
Life's hard.

I think I want to be a journalist for some independent publication and write articles for the rest of my life. Traveling is a bonus, but not a necessity. Family? What's that?! This would be an ideal future for me; however its attainability is questionable. It's a cut-throat business out there. Kill or be killed! It's a good thing I only care about myself... ;) Hahaha, just kidding, I'm kidding. Actually, I want to manage. Actually, I want to be a public relations representative. Actually, I want to be a web designer. Actually, I want to be an editor for a glitz-and-glam fashion magazine. Actually, I'm going to be a bum. Yeah. That's all.

Whatever I end up choosing, I'm almost positive I'm going to be poor. There's that Life again, being all difficult and shit.

I really REALLY should be studying. There's no room for failures in the future.

my house may smell like smoke

2008-04-19T00:12:00.000-07:00

But life is good.

You know how they say "there's a calm before every storm?" I completely agree with every single aspect of that thought. There is absolutely a misleading calm before a raging storm knocks you over. It's pretty much a cycle. A cycle... of life. ;)

Things have been prrrretty shitty lately, and I've complained about it a lot too. I hate this, I hate that, lalala. When does it ever end? NEVER. However, it looks like the "storm" is letting up and the calm is settling in. Hopefully it will stay awhile because I need more weeks like this. My mom went to Oregon (they have no tax there!) for ten days to visit some relatives and I never realized how much shit she does around the house. I honestly never appreciated her washing the dishes or swiffering the floor. For this past week, me and my dad have been living like serious bums; waiting a while until we wash the damn dishes and eating take-out the majority of the days (the reason why my house smells like smoke is because he accidentally left the stove on after he was done cooking. Now it just smells like Febreze and smoke). I hate doing dishes and I hate sweeping the whole downstairs, but I HAD to do it because I knew no one else would. So what this all comes down to is... appreciate your moms, guys. They do all the dirty work so you can have a little more time to hang out with all your cool friends and having a ball while she cleans after your messy ass. Isn't mother's day coming up or something?

Okay, so that was my nice post for the day. Now I will tell you about the weirdest advice a teacher has ever given me:

4th period chem. I wander over to the table where Daphne, Daniel, Austin, and Gino sit to talk to Daniel and Austin about yesterday's tennis match (boohoo, you guys are still winners to me). Lalala, cool. I'm sitting next to Daphne and we're about to watch a movie so Mr. Schneider kills the lights. He talks to me quite often but today it was completely random, yet relevant?? He walks over to me and Daphne and puts each of his hands on the back of the chair we're sitting on and says,

Schneider: (Turns to Daphne first) "Listen guys, do you have a boyfriend?"
Daphne: ...No
Schneider: (Turns to me. By now I'm already cracking up) "Do you?"
Me: Noooo
Schneider:"Oh, good. Well the summer is coming up and you better not get pregnant."
Me and Daphne: Uhh... okay. Thanks
He leaves and me and Daphne are thinking, "what just happened right now?"

HAHAHA. I don't know. I thought it was reallly funny at the time. I think he told every girl in the room. He probably just watched Juno for the first time. :)

Kanye + Pharrell + Lupe tomorrow!

hey, all you thundercats

2008-04-10T17:29:00.000-07:00

Juno DVD drops in the US on April 15th.
16.99 for "single disc edition" at TARGET
22.99 for "two disc special edition with digital copy" at TARGET

That is all.

Sin and Bones

2008-04-01T22:43:00.000-07:00

Madonna ft. Justin Timberlake: 4 Minutes To Save The World

Time to get into shape for the Summer! My dad is finally going to open up my membership at the gym so I can whip myself into tip top shape. Yeah yeah. I decided that I want to join XC next year! Haha. And you're thinking: doesn't Jennifer play tennis? Yes, actually I do, but I think I want to relax on joining the team next year. But of course I'll still be out on the courts! I've never been on any cross country team before. Hah... we'll see how this plays out. I hope it's not just a phase and I really do put some effort into this new self goal.

So today I found out that I totally FAILED my math quiz. That is not even an exaggeration. That shit was vicious. It may just be a quiz, but honestly I haven't been doing very well in the class ever since the second semester started. I'm starting to get really worried! I have a low C right now and now all these voices are telling me that I can't pass the class with a C! Another year of stupid Algebra 2? NO THANKS, HOMBRE! I have this hanging over my head and it's killing me. There are only, what, 11 more weeks of school? Not very assuring.

Sorry if I'm pulling my anorexic/purging shit on you. It's just a figure of speech. I'm not a bulimarexic, I swear! Promise!

Happy Birthday!!
My Mom 4/1
Matthew Ly 4/2
Nelson Gines 4/3
Kathleen Nguyen 4/4

what goes around, comes back with vengeance

2008-03-29T23:36:00.000-07:00

Nouvelle Vague: Dance With Me

What I hate about asian parents is that they repeat the same goddamn sentence over and over again until you wish you hadn't even said anything to begin with. The same idea: rewind, play, rewind, play, rewind, play. I fucking get it, you do not have to say it to me a million times more. It only makes me angrier.

Needless to say I had a difficult night with my parents. And it happened in the car out of all places. There's no escape. It was one of the longest car rides home I've ever experienced. The whole time I wanted to open the door and throw myself onto the freeway. The beginning of the night was good, actually. Happy Birthday to Stephanie Tran! Lalala, then I get picked up and the air was uncomfortably thick. My makeup started to run and I started stuttering and my sleeves were wet by the time we got home. And. They. Didn't. Even. Know. I could have screamed and they would just talk over me.

Everything was just really really bad. Once the car pulled into the garage it was like I was dumped under water, but I wasn't thinking about how horrible the situation was. I dragged my weightless self upstairs and camped out in the bathroom for a bit. I wanted to slam some kind of glass bottle at the wall that I hoped would create some kind of unexplainable reaction and would blast me to another universe where I was... I don't know, a plant or a tree or something. People are disappointing.

Time passes and I realize how over dramatic that whole thing was. And usually when parents and kids fight, the kid always thinks that they're right and their parent has got them all wrong. Well, cheers to you because I called this one hundred percent wrong and I admit my faults. I guess I lose. Damn.

mix'd review

2008-03-27T19:11:00.000-07:00

Yelle: Je Veux Te Voir

Jennifer is full on lock down until further notice. My initial reaction to my staying grounded was full of ungraceful rage and teenage anger. Petty. Senseless. Very immature. It's probably been over 48 hours now. The war between me and my parents lives on. I guess it's safe to say I'm getting over it though. Staying at home... has its perks? It's a nice change of pace. I woke up late as usual and had no idea what to do with myself. I made previous plans to surprise a special someone, but my lock down rained on the nonexistent parade. Anxious to make something out of this otherwise wasted day, I ushered my mom to Lucky. We picked up some ingredients for a hearty italian meal; spaghetti. I made that shit myself!

I kind of like having nothing to do. Sometimes it's just appropriate, you know? Like when you really don't feel like going out or letting anyone over and you make up lies as to why you can't make it. More commonly known as being antisocial, but that has such a negative connotation.

Out of the purest boredom, I opened up my neglected sketchpad and started doodling. It came out to be one very methamphetamine stimulated concoction. It really is a fucked up piece of all the ideas floating around in my head, it really is. Makes sense though. I was listening to Steve Aoki's remix of Bloc Party's Helicopter. Needless to say, that took up a good bulk of my dumb day. Now I'm back to square one.

My dreams have been really weird lately. Like abnormally unusual. Skinny people turning fat. Long lost friends coming back from the dead. Junkyard turn playhouse. Familiar faces that haven't made any positive contributions to my life. My subconscious never makes any sense.

Is it true that if you wake up someone who is sleep-walking, they'll die?

bangin'

2008-03-24T16:09:00.000-07:00

Uffie: Pop The Glock

We are: Aztec Warriors
Looking forward to out-of-control lunacy tomorrow in a good clean fun game of Aztec Warriors; the streetz.

*Edit: I'm so fucking stubborn that I'm actually screwing myself over something this stupid. AJLKDFJALKGJ LALALA. You can be stubborn, but you know I'm just as good as playing the guilt card as you! So try me. And BTW, I'm a last word whore.

you can't deny these shoes.

2008-03-18T22:44:00.000-07:00

Gregory and the Hawk: Boats & Birds

Can you say, SARTORIALIST? ;)

I am so dead right now. I don't even want to make the effort to take a shower. Battle practice was the most intense ever. I'm excited but I also want to put bullets in my head. Hey '09, can I get some assassins right now? =D

To Do:
Take a long shower
Quand j'etais jeune fuck my life
7 Graphing problems
Find quotes from Catcher in the dumb Rye
Attempt to study for the mock AP exam
Molarity
BANG BANG. The end.

i want to love you, pretty young thing

2008-03-12T21:11:00.000-07:00

Michael Jackson: PYT
I'm on a Michael Jackson power surge today. Started at lunch when Justin was pretending he knew the words to "Don't Stop Til' You Get Enough." We totally murdered the lyrics. For future references, the lyrics are:
Keep on with the force don't stop,
Don't stop til' you get enough.
x4

Today was the first day that I've watched someone on TV (Wheel of Fortune) and been in the same room with them at the same time! DANIEL WATTS! We had a sub in English today and he turned out to be the coolest supernerd ever. We ended up watching his taping of Wheel of Fortune in which he won! Wow!

Got home from battle practice early and was obnoxiously hungry and I was craving Little Caesar's pizza for some reason.. Ew! Yeah, I don't even know. Well, that didn't happen because my Mom got all psycho on me and didn't want to drive. In my mind, I was really angry because I really wanted pizza. (Wtf, right? I think I'm pregnant.) Anyway, I went for second best; Quiznos. So I got out of the house as fast as I could and walked to Evergreen Village Square. I hate walking there by myself. Some guy decided to shout, "Hey, you're really pretty. That's all I'm going to say," to me. That sounds cute if you write it out, but at the time it definitely was not cute. Hahaha. Yeahhh, I started walking faster.

Right now I'm watching American Idol. I don't know why though, this show is so rigged.

Battle of le classes next week! Oh my!

a day in the life of

2008-03-09T14:41:00.001-07:00

Spoon: I Turn My Camera On

I woke up to the buzz of my phone an hour late this morning. I realized I forgot to turn my clock.

I've been really bad to battle this week. Not going to practices (however my excuses were valid) and missing Saturday practice because I just wasn't feeling it, which is inexcusable. Justin and Fiahna are going to start grilling soon. Truthfully, I'm kind of over it. The dances, the theme, the hype, everything. I can't quit though. It'd be so weird to have to face the officers. Them being such close friends that I see and hang out with everyday. Can you say, awkward? Or maybe try, overreaction.

Friday was the Interact Talent Jam! Me, Thao, and Dylon went there at 4:30 so Thao and I could get some extra hours. It was fun. Some of the talent was strange, but hey, whatever floats your boat. Marc Sanders, the magician, won again! The EVHS talent show + Interact talent show. Cool. I was disappointed that he didn't do the floating girl trick though. Got home in the evening and thought I lost my keys.

I found them.

Today I went into yrbk to distribute designs for about an hour and went back home. Right now, I'm waiting on Jessica Vu so I can reshoot her photo and then venture off to Hillary Le's house to shoot the 5 Days A Week mod. Sigh.

*Edit: Hillary Le, 2010 best dressed. Straight outta TeenVogue. You missed her, Jessica! =P

it's about how you rock it

2008-03-06T15:57:00.000-08:00

Frente!:Bizarre Love Triangle

How fitting. ;)

Yesterday's downtown shoot was as good as I can ever ask for. I want to thank all the beautiful people for coming out and rocking your style.

The day ended up on my driveway with Helen, Sarah, and me sitting in Sarah's car just talking. It didn't feel that long, but once I actually went inside my house, an hour had passed by. It was a good talk. It's like all the things you're thinking and you know others are thinking it to, and it's finally okay to say it. All sorts of topics were thrown around in that car. Things that made us bite our lips and shout, "OH MY GOD! Are you joking me?" and things that made us mad enough to whisper, "That is so disappointing." Well, that was that and the pictures turned out REALLY NICELY!

Today was good. Woke up later than usual so of course I forgot a couple of things in the mad rush. I felt dead tired in the morning so I wasn't really making conversation with anybody until 5th. I feel kind of bad when I don't talk to people. I hope they don't think I'm giving them the cold shoulder because truthfully, I'm just tired and cranky. Well today in yearbook, team Jansen, Jennifer, and Helen shot the Nice Kicks mod and that was spectacular of course. I can't wait until the public gets a book. Fashion and personal style should be the first spread you look at! Student Life; Page 24-25!

I went home during lunch, ate a sandwich, and then took a 3 hour nap. Ortho appointment at 4:40 so dad picks me up and we get there on time. I got out at 5:20 and I don't think my braces are ever going off. Ugh.

Now for some New England styled clam chowder.

just cruise

2008-03-03T21:47:00.000-08:00

Lovage: Strangers on a Train

Every day that I go by the mindset of, "just get this over with," I end up regretting everything. Terribly. At the end of the day, I feel like I just wasted a potentially good day. When you have an over-abundance of days like these, you start working the auto-pilot, and nobody really likes you. At first, I felt myself slowly draining the life out of things, so I kicked myself and decided to stop playing dumb. Ending result = AUTOMATIC FAIL. I'm doing it again.

My playlists have even changed. Dreary, soft-beat songs. I put, "I change my personality when I change my playlists" in my About Me on facebook as a completely exaggerated and absolutely ridiculous joke. But... maybe it holds some truth. Haha. Just kidding. It really is funny how my music tastes change over time though.

A couple nights back, I had an amazing dream that I was a Transformer! HAHAHA. Serious. The whole dream took place in a lot of different, strange (but vaguely familiar) locations. Random faces from school made memorable appearances in my dream too. There was flying, shooting, fighting, and a lot of "power ups." Hands down, it was one of the coolest dreams ever. I'm not even a Transformers enthusiast. Then I woke up, and I definitely didn't have a full-body metal suit. Major let down.

You hate her because you're envious.
You talk down because she's got what you want.
You won't let it go because she gets under your skin.
Every single time.
You want to crack her smile but you don't want to seem mean.
You refuse to give her what she wants because that kills you inside.
Your fingers clench when she's one step ahead.
We're way past jealousy.

isolate, milk, hit, pop, work it out.

2008-03-01T22:10:00.000-08:00

Lisa Shaw: Grown Apart

Hahaha, I stole Binh's playlist. <3pagesource
Technically, I stole Perez's though.

The dance was really fun and I'm glad I went. I got home late, however, and got a hate phone call from my mom. Boohoo.
I love how my parents throw down raging tantrums on the phone whenever I get home late, but when I get home it's like nothing ever happened. It's like that with everything.

I didn't wake up until 3:30 PM today! OH MY GOD. So today was totally wasted and I woke up with a gnarly headache. Blah. I missed battle practice today. They called me like ten hundred times. Apparently the choreographer forgot her own damn choreo! =P Love, Kiana.

The hip-hop dance community is definitely taking over. I mean, I don't have anything against it because I used to be a part of it. Haha.. I never really "fit in" in that scene anyway. It's one thing to love to dance, but to play the part is in its own tier. You have to look the part and have some kind of intimidation factor, definitely. We all know who the dancers are at EV. It's very obvious because they all know each other and dress the same. (I'm being very general here.) I like dancing, but I don't think it's necessary to indulge in every aspect of the culture or even change my personality. I think what it is, is that once you dance any urban style for a long time, its culture just grows on you. I'm not saying that's bad, because it totally isn't. Urban/hip-hop culture is amazing. I just don't think it fits me. I'm a scared little conservative girl with asian roots that likes to pick up choreography once in a while. Don't destroy me.

E-Props to dancers who just dance because they love it, not because they need a reason to dress a certain way, act/talk/walk a certain way, or get in with the right people. Get out there and kill it.

rock and role model

2008-02-25T20:33:00.000-08:00

Name: Agyness Deyn
Occupation: Mannequin
Percent Body Fat: N/A

Everytime (is everytime one word? my computer's marking it incorrect, but it looks right to me...) I see a homeless person, I feel like such a selfish and ungrateful person! It really does pull at my heartstrings, but... then I think about it. How did they become homeless in the first place? Yeah, maybe they just got the short end of the stick and was just stuck in the worst situation. Maybe they are REAL war vets. But come on, let's be serious and really ignorant, YOU WOULDN'T BE IN THAT PREDICAMENT IF YOU FUCKING GOT YOUR SHIT TOGETHER! I feel bad, and I'm probably going to hell now, but whatever. Sometimes it really bothers me when homeless people beg for money and then blow it on liquor or cigarettes. Boo, bad homeless bum.

I swear there's a FAKE homeless guy that's always asking for money by great mall. He's sporting nice clean clothes and looks mighty well-fed. He even has some fashionable shades.

Then again, there are always very nice, kind-hearted people who just happen to live on the streets. They never really ask you for change. This sounds kind of shady. Good homeless bums vs. bad ones. You know what I'm talking about and that's all that matters.

Here goes for those a little less fortunate than us. Peace.

BTW: Everytime is actually two words. Every time. Get it right.

the unemployed

2008-02-19T09:40:00.000-08:00

My body won't let me sleep past 9:45! That's really annoying!
Andy Roddick at the SAP on Wednesday! :)
San Francisco with YRBK on Thursday/Friday!
Glow In The Dark Tour on April 19!

So I keep on putting off the making of my resume (which would be rather blank, really). Java Junction used to have a NOW HIRING sign on their door, but they don't anymore. I'm going to send one their way anyway. In the end, I'm just going to get as many applications as I can and see what turns up. Yay! I sort of need $549 USD. =O Hahaha. Dear old Dad refuses to buy things for me now. Whenever I want something, he always starts babbling on about bills or insurance. What the hell. Yeah, so I'm cut off = Job hunting!

spineless

2008-02-16T20:56:00.001-08:00

A thousand badwords/goodwords/thoughts/feelings/emotions are making my fucking brain a battle front right now. AHH. Put an end to my misery, si'l vous plait.

Whoever thought of the EASY button as a gimmick for staples is a genius. Life would be so much, well, easier if we had an easy button. Need to solve a problem? Don't cry, just hit the Easy! Your cat has Alopecia? Don't lose any sleep, you've got it Easy.

If you know me well, you probably know that I LOVElovelove to throw some very zippy one-liners in your face that leave you with that deathly cringe on your face. However I got a little taste of my own medicine by... VIVIAN X!

"Damnit, fuck. I'm hella hungry right now. UGHHHH saveee meee!"
"Yeah, and so are the kids in Darfur."
"Awwww shit..."
REGULATED.

Pt. 2
I don't take chances. I refuse to play on the street when the sidewalk is a guaranteed safety zone. Because of that, I unintentionally deny potential life changing experiences because I figure I'm comfortable with how things are. I will settle for something that I know will be good rather than risk the mediocre for the exceptional. I've realized that it only leads to the same old things over and over again. I'm scared, but I'm willing to let go. And that is far easier to say than to actually commit to.
Oh how cute. Jennifer is being vulnerable today.

&FYI, you think you know, but you have no idea.

coffee and torn jeans

2008-02-13T20:20:00.000-08:00

So how about this weather huh? Well not really today, but the sunny Tuesday was so fitting of my mood. I'm all giddy and shit nowadays. I guess things are going good. Aww, I sound all love stricken. Rest assured, there is nothing to spill just yet.

The relaxed mood everyone is digging makes me feel good. Everything's good. Everything's chill. Feel the breeze?

Maybe too much sunshine distorts reality. ;)

Today's events were quite out of the ordinary.
I really like world wars.
I pulled my F to a B.
I have a date to sadies.
I sat and talked to Brandon Samaranos for ten very obnoxious seconds.
I was flattered by a stranger.
Nicole Reyes drove me to her house and it was kind of scary riding shotgun.
I took a nap and had a dream I was out of high school.

the hound's tooth

2008-02-10T20:08:00.000-08:00

I can't control myself when it comes to quick wit and good hair. ;)
But Valentine's day is for fools. It's not even a real holiday, suckahs.

So if you didn't already know, I started playing my guitars again, and I've got the cutest thing to upload onto facebook once I practice more. It will most likely blow your mind and leave you on your knees asking for more.

Hm.. maybe with less intensity.
We'll see what happens.

Okay, so why does Jack Johnson have to go to fuckin' Indio California and dumb Japan and not here? That's fuckin' dumb. Dumb move, Jack. Haha, Jack is such a dumb name. My USB port is named Jack. That's how dumb you are, J. Johnson. Really though, I want to go to a show with hippie music and meet folks that are up on life and down on L-O-V-E.

I'm excited for tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will wear my double braided headband and my Technics tee and my turquoise slips. I know you're excited too.

My vegetable grandma said I got fatter, so I'm going anorexic now. Don't be alarmed.
Sar-sar-SARCASM.

guys like you don't exist in real life, so go away

2008-02-04T00:47:00.000-08:00

Remember when I blogged about John Mayer's apparent run in with being a douche bag? WELL FORGET IT! Because he has just become my ideal husband. He was featured in Cosmopolitan as Fun Fearless Male of the year. At first glance, I was thinking, "What the fuck? You have got to be kidding me. This old scrubby guy?" But I had to read on.
Then. My whole world changed.

A couple of witty quotes and honest remarks made me laugh out loud at eleven at night. Who wants to do homework when you can fall in love with John Mayer?

C: Have you ever done anything really embarrassing for love?
J: One time, I was dating this girl, and we had both expressed a mutual love of office supplies. I went to an arts-and-crafts store and bought a basket and some of that fake hay that you put in gift baskets. Then I went to Staples, and I made a cellophane-wrapped office-supply bouquet.

C: What's the secret to having a good relationship?
J: I don't mess around or play games. I don't believe in them. I just want honesty. I'd rather wake up one morning and say, "You know what? I had a really terrible dream that you were fucking somebody else. Can you just give me extra love today?" instead of getting in a fight about some stupid shit and then at the end of the day being like, "Okay, can I tell you why I've been like this?" I'd rather say "Heads up" than "I'm sorry" later. Your relationship is supposed to be the safe place.

Sappy? Yes. Realistic? I'd like to hope so. Fucking cute as hell? Damn sure. (For the record, I like office supplies to. Wink wink.)

Speaking of really dumb cute stuff, I watched 27 Dresses. I was rather skeptical about this movie. It seems like a dumb excuse to make a movie. And it still kind of is. Needless to say, James Marsden saved the two hours for me. He has a killer smile. Goddamn. I loved the guy he played in the movie too. Kind of a nerd. Petty arguments. Messy, I-look-like-I-don't-try-hard-but-I-actually-do appearance. Light-hearted humor. Awww, how cute. Just shoot me in the face.

Hmm what else makes my life suck more than usual? Oh yeah, I have an F! My inbox is swarming with "We want you, Jennifer Huynh, to join our family here at ______ college." Sorry, everyone, I'm not going to college anymore. My destiny is to unfold before drunken bar stories and really bad song selections from an ancient jukebox.

you make me nervous, nervous nervous

2008-01-28T16:25:00.000-08:00

Hella hella hella nervous, nervous nervous.

"Oh, is that song meant for me?"

I LOVE YOU.

Anyway, I got penetrated today.
It rocks.

"rock the sheets"

2008-01-24T22:44:00.000-08:00

We're ready to be FIERCE! Buy your tickets to RADAR!

My new favorite show is MAKE ME A SUPERMODEL on Bravo channel 48 if you have Comcast. Thursdays at 10! Tune in!

I'm watching the new episode and it was as sexy as sexy can get on non-pay-per-view television. All the models were asked to abandon all their morals and exclusivities to their lovers and rock the sheets with another model (man and woman, woman and woman, man and man). There was a lot of biting, licking, and skin. Hot hot hot. My favorites are Perry and Ben. And even though Dominic is a total jackass and got voted off, he was still fucking hot. What is wrong with America? Who cares about personality! HE'S GOT THE LOOKS LOOKS LOOKS! And he's a DJ with nice kicks-it's all you need to succeed in this life.

I don't know about the girl models yet. They're all so boring to me.
Blah. I hate girls.

Sadies Hawkins dance
In my khaki pants
There's nothing better
Oh oh oh
The girls ask the guys
It's always a surprise
There's nothing better
Baby do you like my sweater?

Oh, Relient K.

I'm going to start doing shit this semester. Yes. I hope this works out for real this time. ;)

give me my sunshine!

2008-01-16T20:56:00.000-08:00

What a picture perfect day! Wednesday finals were a breeze. I hope things were good with the rest of you guys. I got out at 10:15, pranced around at home at the fact that I wasn't at school at 10:30, and then walked to Java Junction to meet Thao for some good ol' "studying" by 11:15. Java Junction workers are always fun people (except the asian guy that just started working that always smokes ciggs and talks on his phone and is incredibly SLOW). I once held a pretty intellectual conversation with two workers about the one and only Harry Potter. Haha, oh yes. We were chitchatting about the books while they were putting together my tuna sandwich on a garlic bagel. I love how I've gotten so much more social and outgoing through the years. Two years ago, I would have never stopped to ask anyone about the weather. Now I'm talking about Harry Pothead to cafe workers? Very nice. I love growing up and the confidence it brings.

So anyway, the Farmer's Market was up today! Thao and I bought a basket of strawberries and a loaf of this weird bread with cheese and tomatoes on it. Both were quite satisfying. The studying lasted for about an hour and then we went on an endless break where we gossiped about life's recent occurrences and then went on about how much we want summer to bless us with sunshine and warmth. And in case you're wondering why there's a picture of a longboard in this post, I've decided to finally hold to my goals of learning how to longboard! Thao and I are both going to get on boards by this summer! I'm excited! If you or anyone you know owns a longboard that I can test drive, let me know! Otherwise I'm just going to buy one and hope I love it.

Long wavy hair
Oversized sunglasses
Sandals
Tan
Short shorts
Tank tops
Bikinis
and the beach.

I fucking want summer to grasp my soul already, damn.

I need to study for francais now. Good night all you beautiful people!

hey, spinster

2008-01-14T21:34:00.000-08:00

I never realized how scared I am of growing old. I mean OLD old. My grandma is pretty much a vegetable now. She's been hospitalized once already because she choked on water and couldn't breathe. She's really bitter and just pisses everyone off. She forgets everything anyone says to her. Sits. Stares. Sleeps. Waits.

I'd rather die than be in that state of living. Life has pretty much already left you. Sometimes I wonder why people hang around. I guess there's one last thing they're waiting to see happen, or maybe one last thing they're waiting to feel. My mom says she's just stubborn and will eventually outlive us all. I guess, mom.

I hope I don't become an old hag when I age. I want to be a cool old hag. I want to still be able to jog a mile or swim in the ocean or carve down a snowy mountain. Maybe I'll want to go bungee jumping when I'm 80. I just want to be able to at least. But I'll still do old lady stuff like knit sweaters for all my grand children and feed my neighbors' cats. =)

When I'm 80 you'll probably find me in Mexico drinking my life away and gambling with my kids' money. Or maybe jet setting all over the world in search of celebrity artifacts to sell on eBay. I haven't decided yet.

you can't hate someone who has a leukemia

2008-01-10T21:36:00.000-08:00

Today was quite eventful. Well, more so than most days. To kick things off, I got out of bed ten minutes late and it felt damn good. Banged in my borrowed 2003 Deja Entendu Brand New CD and got ready for school! 1,3,5 periods and then the fun begins.

After some hanging around in yrbk, lunch ends, Scottie decides he doesn't need calculus in his life, Binh and Helen decide to crash at Helen's until 3:15 when we'd have to leave for the girl's home soccer game.

My quest to start a better, healthier life ended in Helen's kitchen. Damnit! BUT! I played guitar hero for the very first time and it rocked my world. I'm almost an addict. Once finals is over, that bitch is mine! And Helen has a weird toilet. I guess it's a Korean thing that I will never understand.

Watching other people play soccer makes me wish I never quit. I wanted to be playing realllly bad. I started playing soccer since the 3rd grade and then quit when I moved to the Evergreen area for 6th grade. I just happened to pick up the most asian sport in the universe besides badminton, TENNIS. WHY? Ugh, what a drag. Anyway--Our mission: to take as many pictures as we can in as little time possible. Why?: to get back to Helen's and watch Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants is such an insightful movie. The title of this blog actually reflects upon it. Bailey, the girl with leukemia made me think about all the people who hide any diseases or disabilities they have because of the way that people may treat them. For instance, it's practically a sin to hate a person who has a terminal disease. It's sad and it's unfair but it's true. If I had a disease, I probably wouldn't want people to treat me like I could break down and die any second. And if I was a total bitch to everyone, I would definitely want them to call me a bitch for it. I'm not sure what there is to live for if everyone and everything is just one huge lie.

On a lighter note, I want Ryan Sheckler to marry me.

when you're dreaming with a broken heart

2008-01-05T22:41:00.000-08:00

waking up is the hardest part.

If I had one of those super mod music players used by Binh, Sarah, and Perez on their blogs, I would put up Dreaming With A Broken Heart by John Mayer right now. I think it's quite fitting.

Hmmm. Sometimes I think John Mayer is a douche bag. I even read his blog on how he thinks the term douche bag is stupid, and that pretty much validated his level of douche bagginess. Don't get me wrong, he's a cool guy that makes amazing music, but he's engaged now after how many months with this strange mystery woman? It couldn't have been long since he was running around with Jessica Simpson for a while (douche bag move number 1). Just keep making music, John. Don't bother with anything else. Your hopeless romanticism will probably fade and you'll probably start rocking out to songs about putting people to bed or being hot as ice.

*I had a lot of things I wanted to blog about tonight, but everything seemed like it could get me in trouble. Seeing that the internet is the last private place on the face of the universe, I'll just keep my thoughts to myself just this once.

I've got five terribly detailed chapters of world history to "read" and complete worksheets on. I wonder if John Mayer ever had to deal with this. Probably not. Probably just straight up F'ed his high school career and decided to become a rockstar. Here's proof:

High School is like a spork: it's a crappy spoon and a crappy fork, so in the end it's just plain useless. -Yours truly, J. Mayer

Goodnight everyone. Unfortunately, I will see you on Monday.

apple, i always knew you were a clever one

2008-01-04T18:54:00.000-08:00

While waiting on my Sister to wake up and get ready to watch some Juno, I decided to play Chess with my computer. Yes, it was quite exhilarating. When I accessed the game, a speech application popped up. Apparently, you can tell your computer what piece you want to move and where you want to move it verbally. I had no idea! (Like in HP; knight to E5 and the like.) I scrolled down the list of possible commands, and surprisingly there was an option that permitted me to tell my computer to tell me a joke! Cool! So I say into my mac, "Tell me a joke," that's the command. I had to say it a couple times for it to catch on. Then the orgasmic voice of Alex responded with, "Knock Knock" and I laugh. He has a lot of good knock knock jokes. I can't remember them right now, but they're really stupid funny. Wait! I remember one:

Tell me a joke!
Knock knock
Who's there?
Tibet
Tibet who?
Early Tibet early to rise.

That wasn't a funny one though. I wish I remembered a better one. The fact that my computer can tell me jokes should be amazing enough!

When you say, "stop telling me jokes," he says, "OK! Back to work!" I think I love him. The sexy new voice of Leopard.

Apple, you thrill me.

Juno was perfect. Love the movie. Love the soundtrack!

Tonight, I'm going to enjoy my last moments of relaxation and mental stability over a good movie night. Reign Over Me just came in on Netflix and I guess I'll give it a go.

Reign Over Me
Consumed with grief after losing his family in the World Trade Center attacks, a widower (Adam Sandler) seeks help from his former college rommate (Don Cheadly), who's now a psychiatrist.

happy new year! -the reduced fat edition

2008-01-02T22:47:00.000-08:00

It's no secret that the holidays have become synonymous with... RIDICULOUS WEIGHT GAIN! RARRR! For the past week, I have been pushing food down my throat like it's the last thing I'll eat (however, it definitely was not!!). I think it comes with being extremely bored and unproductive. The cold weather doesn't help much either.

SOO.. because of my constant eating and no physical activity in the last few days, I decided to divorce my trusted sofa and remote and hit the treadmill! I ran/walked/jogged for 45 minutes and burned 345 calories. Good job Jennifer! But I am definitely out of shape. I guess I'll go at it again tomorrow. It actually feels good after you do it. In contrast to sitting in front of the t.v./computer for countless hours with a bowl of fat and cholesterol at your fingertips.

And it's not that I'm scared of gaining weight. It's just that I start to feel really disgusting after eating so much. Really... FAT COW-esque.

I think I'm going to go on a health foods detox. I attempted once but it lasted for about 5 hours. Mission failure.

Do you ever run around the neighborhood? I do, but I always feel watched. Paranoia? So then I start running fast and then burn out quick. Solution: A running buddy!

WANTED: Running Partner. Not fast. Very Slow. Doesn't speak. Nevermind.

My new year's resolution is to drink more water and be nice.

when it "has its moments"

2007-12-28T03:23:00.000-08:00

so keep the blood in your head and
keep your feet on the ground

Tonight was such a weird night. Me putting up a new blog at 3:23 am must speak for itself. It was pretty much a weird day all together. Old disappointments and new discoveries.

Cheers

playing with high society

2007-12-24T14:16:00.000-08:00

Christmas break kick off has been amazing so far! My birthday dinner was a great time to just kick it with a few friends over good food and goof around. We're always getting into some weird stuff.

That was Friday. On Saturday, my sister and I woke up bright and early at 5 am and started our 3.5 hour drive at 6 am for Tahoe. And it was great! Lots of powder and I improved my boarding immensely. No major tumbles! And I lovelove snowboarder guys. Just sweep me off my feet and marry me already.

Sunday, my family and JR watched The Nutcracker ballet at the Opera House in San Francisco! It was very impressive. Led me to think about all the little girls that watch it and wish they could grow up to be little ballerinas. It's a good dream.

Now it's Monday and I'm indulging myself in watching soaps (One Tree Hill). I am addicted to watching complete seasons on DVDs. It's one of my favorite pass times by myself! Haha. It sounds pathetic, but made up dramas and other peoples' miseries makes my life seem so much better. I'm still in the first season right now, but I'm actually taking a break to blog, haha. I never liked One Tree Hill, but it's good so far. Lucas and Peyton have hot makeout scenes. ;)

And THANKS SCOTTIE! for the giant golden present!! I'm sorry I didn't pick up my phone (I was still wrapped up in Lucas Scott's undeniably handsome features). I was totally surprised when my mom said a friend dropped it off. ilyily.

HEY! I ALMOST FORGOT! After the Nutcracker, I saw the hottest guy of my life. EVER.
Omfg, I almost died. And I couldn't stop smiling all the way out to the car. ;)
Someone stop my raging hormones.

live, work, and play in LA

2007-12-17T21:00:00.000-08:00

Tahoe on Saturday!! Wheeeeee

I have to lug around two huge northface shopping bags with me on friday. Hooray CHRISTMAS!

I'm watching The Hills: Lauren Looks Back yet again. I can't deny that I am envious of the Laguna Beach High kids. It's so fake and dramatic that I just can't say no. Their problems are hardly even problems. Yes, I'd love to run around in nightclubs, fashion shows, beaches, beach parties, beach houses, and bonfires. Everyone wants to be them. So sad. So glamorous.

In the midst of all the schoolwork overload, I've lost my organization and order in regards to my bedroom. It's so messy and packed with my useless shit everywhere. I definitely need a hardcore cleaning session. Four hours straight up cleaning and organizing! I've already moved my furniture around too much. My carpet has countless dents where my heavier things once stood. It's impossible not to run your feet over them every time you see them.

Hey December Babies! HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY!:
Fiahna, Marygrace, Justin, Becky, Lisa, Jennifer!

AYFKM?!

2007-12-15T19:24:00.000-08:00

I was reading VIBE magazine at the dentists office and it opened my eyes to a a new acroynm. AYFKM?

So yesterday was I AM LEGEND. It was weird/interesting/suspenseful/thrilling/and sort of a let down for me. I was kind of disappointed with the ending. My emotions = AYFKM? Haha. But yeah. I would recommend it for a good watch, but it's not going to change your life or anything. Watching Legolas in LOTR @Chrissy's afterward was way better. =)

And it was a successful Christmas gift shopping day. It was my first time shopping at Aritzia and it was amazing! That store is soooo cute! It's more popular in Canada, but I'm glad they opened one up at Valley Fair. If you like R&R, that's your store because they have a whole denim wall that is 3/4 Rocks. Aritzia is kind of like a classier Metropark meets Urban Outfitters for girls. And the prices run expensive; however, still affordable. All the workers dress cute and are tres friendly. They're boxes are really nice too. =) It's located right across from Coach and a little farther down from Victoria's Secret. You should definitely check it out. The moment you see the outside of the store, you'll want to live there.

And of course, I had to give into temptation and buy something for myself! I swore I wasn't going to but I just died when I saw this ultra mod/edgey/zippers everywhere jacket from Heritage. I had like a gazillion bags today; it was kind of embarrassing! They're lying all over the dining room table, and I don't want to touch them. Not to mention, wrap them. Hahaha.

Have a nice night.

revolving darkrooms

2007-12-13T15:31:00.000-08:00

Today was such a good day! The weather was sunny and not subzero degrees for once.
The days started off with an early morning with Ms. Lee for English. That class is totally useless and I kind of think she needs to get fired. English used to be my favorite class but now it's the most boring.

Moving on to French. It's the usual. I'm sitting around a whole bunch of kids that are getting their permits and it's making me mad. I'm going to convince my parents now. I think I can do it. Yesss. Jennifer is hitting the road! Just not yet.

Yearbook! What a productive day in B128! Helen Hong, Amanda Valenzuala, and I raided the two art classes across the hall. Paparazzi and all. I love art. And I sort of amazed myself with my photos of the clay sculptures. Hahaha. NEXT: PHOTO. My new favorite class for unexplainable reasons. But pretty much, whenever I look at Brandon Samoranos, I have a stroke and end up on the ground laughing.
Anyway, we got to see them in action; experimenting with depth of field outside the theater.
AND PHOTO HAS THIS AMAZING DARKROOM THAT YOU CAN ONLY ENTER THROUGH A REVOLVING DOOR. OMGOMG AMAZING!

Yeah. In these times, I love yearbook.

Lunch was funny. Musical chairs activity. It was pretty intense. And more of Brandon's tribal dancing. It was great.

HAPPY SEVENTEENTH ALYSON SAGALA!

hey neighbor, how's the weather?

2007-12-12T16:47:00.000-08:00

My head is spinning, my eyes are watery, and the love of my life is playing with his band ten miles away from me. HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?!

Anyway:

At this very moment, I am sprawled out on the living room couch facing a rather large window and I'm just thinking to myself, "where the fuck are you going in life?" As these long, detailed streams of potentially dangerous thoughts shuffle in my head, I'm watching my kid neighbors from across the street play outside--clad in only a thin tee shirt and tattered athletic pants.

More often than not, they are out there. I wonder if they ever leave.

When I go to school, they are shivering outside the frosted car that belongs to their mother. When I get home, they are playing a pretend game on their plastic play-set thrown on their lawn. When I'm taking in the mail, they are sledding down the sidewalk on an ancient skateboard. Right now, they are sitting on their doorstep examining something mysterious in the plants. I don't know how they do it.

Needless to say, their lifestyle is very different compared to mine; disregarding the fact that they are considerably younger than I. Why are they always outside? Aren't they cold? Why don't they watch t.v. and play on the computer like most kids? However different, their life seems a lot happier and more active than mine. They will grow up to be great.

Hopefully, you may have an idea of what this family is like. Busted old-school Toyota. Dingy truck with the paint chipping off. I must have seen about 12 different people go in and out of that small, one story house. The residents are definitely not sporting designer brands and ridiculous clothes seen plastered all over "the rich side of Ruby." They just aren't as extravagant. But why put a label on who they are?

It's really tiring when all people talk about is what things they've got and how much they stole from their parents to get it. It's not about $100+ shoes or new limited edition R&R jeans. If you honestly worked hard for it, good for you, but if you're squeezing your parents dry for cash, get involved in something else.

So to answer my first question. It won't matter "where the fuck you're going in life" as long as you stay humble and know what's more important.

Even though a label may be put on my neighbors, they are some of the nicest people I have ever met. They're house is spirited and ready for the holidays with Christmas lights on their house and a Merry Christmas light-up sign on their garage. They are always talking to my Mom about neighbor stuff. And whenever my dumb dog gets away from the house, he runs over there, and they bring him back with sincere kindness. I love my neighbors!

outside my window, there is: a parade of taxis

2007-12-09T16:58:00.000-08:00

My hands are rocks and my toes are no longer a part of me. The cold is unpleasant.

Oh, you know the feeling! The feeling you get when you pull out your keys to unlock the front door and remove your shoes to run your toes in the soft carpet. The complete sensation of accomplishment and, "Fuck yes! I can finally just die on my bed!" The feeling of FRIDAY! Too bad, Friday is not anytime soon.

I want to get away. I am fully convinced that nothing I find here will satisfy any of my wants or needs. And hey, I don't need anyone telling me things like, "oh silly jennifer, make the best of what you're given," or "you can get what you want anywhere you want it, if you try hard enough." No, I will not make the best of what I've got, nor will I try hard. I want everything handed to me on a goddamn silver platter.

I'm looking forward to living on my own. To experiment with my own life. To finally grasp freedom! And it's killing me how all you seniors are finally getting out of here! I can't wait to join you.

I'm a sucker for the fast-paced city living. In all honestly, I think I can handle it. Maybe you're thinking I'm biting off more than I can chew. You're probably right. Well, not like we'll know for certain anytime soon. I still want my life on a dumb silver platter, damnit. I can picture the traditional butler (one no different than Jeffrey off of Fresh Prince) presenting me with a shiny platter with "Here lies the life of Jennifer H. Huynh. It was a good one," engraved on the front. And on the plate, there is nothing but a tiny pod of peas. I don't know. GIVE IT TO ME.

are you done?

2007-12-06T17:09:00.000-08:00

Me and my mom just got into another fight. She even told me not to eat anymore! Hahaha! Finally, a legitimate excuse to become anorexic! "Because my mom won't let me eat." Very nice. She was basically just screaming at me in a scary voice. I didn't know what she was saying half the time. It started when I didn't wash my dishes. And then it went into how my room is messy and how "it looks like an animal lives there." Then into something about how I asked my dad for expensive things for Christmas. I actually have no emotions. What the fuck ever. I don't really care right now. I just calmly walked up to my room, turned my stereo on and upped the volume real loud. I hope she hears it.
And they ask why I'm never at home...

So... I guess I'm being cut off of money for Christmas gifts.. for now.

I have so much homework! And tests! AHHH just sedate me!

Francoise Hardy is so amazing.

the real (high school) world

2007-12-04T23:33:00.000-08:00

I'm happy now! =)

I've always wondered what it's like to live with your friends, and after two consecutive days spent with 3 of the same people, I think I have an idea. It's crazy! Elaine N., Chris A., and Dylon C., plus me! I love us. You know when everything's cool when you can spend hours in the confinements of a 10x10 (basically doing nothing), and not kill each other. Or when you eat each other's food like it's your own damn kitchen. Or when you actually go grocery shopping for each other! Or when you plan on going bra shopping over the weekend. Haha. Or... when you can do the weirdest (really really weird) things in the presence of each other and it's like nothing even happened. Actually, today was just too much. Thinking back on it, we had breakfast together, we saw each other at school, we waited on each other after school, we went to Christophe's house where secret things definitely go down, and we had dinner together. OKAY TOO MUCH LOVE. Hahaha, joking. I love you, guys.

love,
jenn

I'm watching Miami Ink right now and a fat lady wants a tattoo of her dead horse. Named Thunder, actually. Who was her best friend through high school. Very nice.

AND I KNOWWW you watched the Victoria Secret Fashion Show! It was very glamorous. And the Spice Girls made their comeback! Did anyone else think that their voices seemed too perfect? Like it was mixed beforehand?? I don't know, nevermind. Anyway, why is it that all the other girls look happy and peppy but Posh Spice acts so..."I'm too major for this?" I don't like. She never was overly happy, though. I remember back in elementary school, when the girls used to play Spice Girls, I was always either Posh or Sporty Spice. Oh the days.

I can't say "love it" anymore. You can punch me if I do. =)

You are the earth beneath my feet, you are my GRAVITYYY.

2007-12-02T21:39:00.001-08:00

Larry Soliman, I love you. Have vietnamese filipino babies with me. We're destined for marriage. Just accept it.

Man, I am definitely NOT keeping up with my 'complete homework before sleep' goal. 10 pm is making it's round and I still haven't finished my math homework or my APWH DBQ. I think I'm just going to prolong the procrastination and reflect on this weekend's sequence of events.

Maybe you're wondering about Larry Hero Soliman by now. He's lead vocals for My American Heart. I bought their new CD recently and at first I thought their first album was way better, but then I really listened to it and I love it. The same tracks have been abusing my stereo the past week. I got to see MAH live at the Vans Warped Tour two summers ago, and they're so cute in person. Damn. I should have waited in that long line to snatch a photo. I don't know what I was thinking.
At the same time that I bought MAH, I bought Paramore's Riot. Okay, I like Paramore and everything, but the only songs I remember on the whole entire CD are Misery Business, When It Rains, and Crushcrushcrush. Regardless, Haley has an amazing voice.
I also bought Sara Bareilles's Little Voice. She's so cute.

I'm so ready for hitting up Tahoe for some winter action! I bought a new pair of snowboarding pants, new goggles (orig. 90, on sale for 40!! score!), and a cute Northface beanie. I love snowboarding! If I could, I would just live right next to the resort. If you haven't been, you better make damn sure you get on it!

Despite this year's lack of snow, the fakie snow they're making shouldn't stop you!

I Love Rockstars.