in Just- / spring
Posted at 04:00 PM

It's a gorgeous day outside today! The sky is blazing blue, fluffy white clouds, golden sun...
It's days like this that make me forget that I have sore cramped legs from playing frisbee on Saturday... it makes me forget that I have a giant pimple on my face... it makes me forget I suck at physics...
I feel like cleaning my room for a change. I feel like writing all those long over-due thank-you notes from last year. I feel like buying the My Little Pony toys at Kroger. I feel like banging out all the cookie-pizza-sandwichcrust-bagel-bookdust-cracker-chip-paperbits-sugarsprinkle crumbs out of my keyboard. I feel like drawing flowers on the walls.
and it's spring-
and the world is all bright-
and alive-
and wonderful.

The This-Is-How-We-Started-Going-Out Story
Posted at 12:14 AM

Well, everyone has always asked, but no one's really got the complete story. Colin has always been reluctant to tell it simply because he's got no clue how it happened. He just sat around and it just happened so suddenly like lightening striking. Like *BANG* before his very eyes his status changed from 'single' to 'taken man'.

So. Once upon a time, in freshman year in high school, Cindy met this really tall freak named Colin who played a really big instrument called a bass in orchestra. Now, the only reason she knew Colin was because Cindy's best friend Lulu, who was friends with Jason, was in orchestra too. So they'd hang out in the orchestra room every morning.
But they barely knew each other. Colin was just "the tall guy", and Cindy was just "another one of those asians".

Then sophomore year rolled around and Cindy decided to join Debate (aka, the club for nerds who aren't geeks). After that year, Cindy decided debate sucked ass (mainly because the coaches were bastards, but I won't go into that) and promptly joined the much cooler and better *speech* team aka Independent Events in Forensics. Cindy loved speech a whole lot. She'd sit with a group of friends at lunch every day of her junior year and rave about how grand and wonderful speech was. Now, one of these friends happened to be Jason. Whom Colin happened to be friends with. And that is how Cindy and Colin came to know one another.
But Colin was still "The tall guy whose cheeks are always red no matter what", and Cindy was still "another asian girl who hung around Lulu, Jason, and Kyle"
It wasn't until SENIOR YEAR that Colin decided to join the speech team (and never entered in any tournament until 2nd semester, Mrs. Jolle, the speech coach yelled at him to sign up for one). By then, Cindy had grown tired of her one-woman dramatic pieces. It was senior year, she didn't care about winning anymore (and didn't care that DAMN DENISE BODOR was winning EVERY GOD DAMNED TOURNAMENT IN EVERY F-ING SOLO CATEGORY). No more dramatic pieces crying over dead babies, no more mother-daughter fuzzy reuniting pieces, Cindy decided to do a humorous duo piece. Now it just so happened that Colin had found a cute little duo about a couple which involved hampsters, pet stores, and nuking lasagna. Cindy quickly enlisted for the piece, and I bet you think you know what happened next.
Well readers, you were wrong!
We in fact, did not figure out that we worked incredibly well together. In fact, Cindy at the time was getting over a certain other tall guy with brown hair *dramatic music*, AND Colin was infatuated with another girl (whom Cindy's friend Carly, deemed a "bitch").
Sure they enjoyed each other's company, were naturally at ease with one another, and worked really well together in a script, but that's what friends who did speech together acted like, right?
So, it was April of our senior year, and PROM was right around the corner!! Cindy had already had everything prepared, but she needed a date. So she snagged a guy, made him take her to prom, made him pay for her food, photos, etc. Then, upon learning Colin's secret crush since the longest time, coerced him to ask her to prom. The bitch however, flatly turned him down, and thus, shattered the illusion that he was in love. Colin then gets cornered by a red-headed sophomore speech team girl who wanted to go to prom (which was held at the Fernbank Museum of Natural History that year) and she asks him to prom!
May sweeps in. Just one week before prom, Colin and his date decide to bail out on Cindy's group and go with another group of friends to prom. Cindy panicks, for this was one week before prom, and her plans were being messed up! She soon realizes she would miss Colin's company terribly if he weren't there. So. One week before prom, Cindy and Colin finally realized and confessed they had an affinity for one another. Except they were going to prom with different people.

Man oh man was senior prom awkward. Sure it was sparkly and fancy and fun. But it was odd. To be dancing with one person, but secretly wishing they were holding hands with the person across the room. It was odd. And only two people felt it.

The rest of senior year, well, I'll spare you all those god-awful corny analogies of first love blooming like some over-fertilized flower of some sort. The rest is history... and that concludes the story of how we started going out.

When's our 1 year anniversary? Hell if I know.

His skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever...
Posted at 11:42 AM

Okay so the situation isn't quite that bad.
It was a Friday night before spring break. I had all my clothes packed up. My room was clean. I had to take Melvin home so he wouldn't starve over the 7 day break, drain out half his water so it wouldn't spill in the car, etc.


Problem was, I forgot to bring his food.

My Forest
Posted at 02:57 PM

I'd always wondered why that area of the neighborhood particularly attracted me. Perhaps it was the cool, dark, and shadowy atmosphere that those three towering pine trees created. Or it might have been the fluffy carpet of green covering the damp soil. Whatever the reason, the minute I had found it, tucked away and forgotten in the back corner of the neighborhood, I declared it mine. Everyday, I would go and visit my little forest by myself. I was selfish about my great discovery, and never told anyone about it, not even my best friends. This was my forest and I guarded it like a dragon guarded its plundered treasure. To anyone else, my grand forest was merely three trees that formed the vertexes of a triangle. But to a child of nine with a wild imagination, through my eyes, it was a densely populous forest, lush with vegetation.
My favorite of the three trees was the old gnarled pine that bent in such a way that it looked like a side-ways S. I loved climbing it's giant trunk to the part where it bent in the middle. During my summer break, I would curl up with a book for hours, hidden in the tree's branches. When I didn't have a book with me, I was never bored watching the army of ants all lined up in a single file line, marching through the moss and lichens that grew on the bark.
The tallest but skinniest of the three trees was under the rule of a little gray bird. I never knew I was sharing my forest with another, and I would have been completely oblivious to the little gray fluff if I hadn't bumped into its tree. I was picking a bouquet of tiny yellow flowers when I came too close to the skinny tree. Unaware of the tree behind me, I backed into it and shook it up. The fierce little gray bird gave a startled but dignified screech and perched himself on another branch. He ruffled his feathers and glared at me angrily with his beady black eyes. I thought he looked like a miniature version of a vulture trying to give me his worst menacing look. It tickled me that this little bird could produce such a look. The angrier he got, the harder I laughed. Eventually, I ignored the bird and he left me alone.
The third tree was the typical pine tree. It grew straight up so it was impossible to climb. But even the seemingly ordinary tree was special. I had tried to climb the tree once and in doing so, I knocked loose pieces of tree bark. The tree bark had a spicy smell to them, like sap, cinnamon, and a hint of pine altogether. At the base of this tree grew a whole crop of three-leafed clover. I would lie there among the clover breathing in the sweet scent of the white clover flowers and gazing at the world through a screen of pine needles.
I grew older and busier preparing to graduate from the fifth grade and other things. I soon forgot about my forest and the gray bird and the sweet clover. Daddy told us we were going to move to Georgia. The day before we were leaving San Diego, I happened to pass by my little forest again. The bent tree had been knocked over in a storm. Only the stump was left. The gray bird was no longer there. He probably flew south for the winter. And instead of the familiar clover covering the ground, it was over grown with grass and fuzzy moss. I took one last sweeping glance at my forest to engrave it in my memory. The bent tree, the skinny tree, the normal one, the tiny yellow flowers, the gray bird, the ants, and the sweet clover.
During the long trip to Georgia, I fell asleep over the rugged terrain of desert in Arizona. I could smell the spicy scent of the pine bark - sap and cinnamon with a hint of pine. My nine-year-old self sits in the bent tree laughing at the little gray vulture, forever ruling a vast expanse of lush forest.

To Edward the Devil:
Posted at 08:03 PM

You’re the root of all evil,
And girls you repell,
If You didn’t already own it,
I’d send you to hell.

(I was digging around in the 'my documents' folder of my home compy and I found this little word document. The Edward in this poem happened to be a very annoying person that many people who went to CHS despised. Don't confuse him with creepy cs guy.)

Moogles!
Posted at 10:12 AM

Well readers, if you didn't already know yet, I went to the zoo yesterday. I don't feel like writing about it (just not in a writing mood this week) so instead, I present to you...
MOOGLE DESKTOP WALLPAPER!!
The file's kinda big (300k I think) but it's worth it!

Heaven is Overrated*
Posted at 08:16 PM

Have you ever looked up at the sky and wondered where your place is in the grand scheme of things?

For those of you that have your lives all solved and planned out, I congratulate you. But as for me, I’m a long ways from planning out my life. There are certain things I know I want to do at some point, but the question of when is all relative.
And I feel as if I am simply wasting my time slowly, day after day.

Tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded,
And that heaven is overrated…


I’m sure everyone has been inspired to be a vet at some point in their lives. Some people aspire to be rock stars, some have dreamed to be astronauts and firefighters and actors/actresses. But how many people really follow through on their dreams? How many of those people who became librarians and waiters/waitresses and maids and historians and science teachers actually aspire to be what they are now? My greatest fear is that I will make my dreams a reality… and feel unfulfilled in doing so. It’s like searching for the meaning of life: what would you do if you did find life’s meaning? Wouldn’t life then, be a meaningless series of waking and sleeping and reproducing to create more cycles of waking and sleeping?

Tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day,
And head back toward the Milky Way?


Most of all, I fear that I will find myself going to a pointless job every morning. I fear that I will hold no passion in my profession – whatever that may be. And while my current major is in architecture, I fear that I will be too far mired in my adult life as an architect to pursue my true dreams.

And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?


*song lyrics from Drops of Jupiter by Train

Stolen from another Blog
Posted at 01:19 AM

I copied and pasted the questions right off someone else's blog, which was hosted on this crappy blogging service called UpSaid

First Time for Everything
:x: name = Cindy
:x: height = 5' 4"
:x: shoe size = 8/9
:x: siblings = Jennifer

LAST...
:x: movie you rented = rented? hmm I rented Spryo: Enter the Dragonfly like 2 years ago, and that's as far back as I remember. No wait, I remember renting 'All the Kings Men' from Hollywood Video!
:x: movie you bought = Harry Potter? I'm not sure
:x: song you listened to = Train! Drops of Jupiter!
:x: song that was stuck in your head = Train! Drops of Jupiter!
:x: cd you bought = Michelle Branch - Hotel Paper
:x: cd you listened to = A mix of Semisonic and Goo Goo Dolls
:x: person you've called = Jeff actually
:x: person that's called you = Don't remember, prolly colin
:x: tv show you've watched = Alias
:x:person you were thinking of = Elizabeth Kennerly, the ho-ish girl from middle school because Ingrid mentioned seeing her yesterday

DO...
:x: you have a crush on someone = Crush? Nah, I'm in the serious stuff
:x: you wish you could live somewhere else = Panesquito, in San Diego, California
:x: you think about suicide = That's for angsty teens. I'm a grown woman.
:x: you smoke= salmon
:x: you believe in online dating = yep... as evidenced in Colleen's marriage to CJ
:x: others find you attractive = don't care
:x: you want more piercings = ouchies
:x: you like cleaning = Come to my dorm.
:x: you like roller coasters = Yep
:x: you write in cursive or print = Depends on what I feel like

FOR OR AGAINST...
:x: long distance relationships = Depends again, I wouldn't be in one, but if it were someone else, whatever
:x: using someone= For $, SURE :D
:x: teenage smoking = Bleh
:x: driving drunk = drunk is bleh.
:x: gay/lesbian relationships = Firm yes. GAY GUYS ARE AWESOME!
:x: soap operas = I used to watch Days of Our Lives

HAVE YOU...
:x: ever cried over a girl = When I was little and my cousin used to fight with me all the time.
:x: ever cried over a boy = Ha!
:x: ever lied to someone = Me? Of course not *crosses fingers*
:x: ever been in a fist fight = Naw, cat fights? With my sister all the time.
:x: ever been arrested = No, but I have had a cop-encounter before (That's another story)

NUMBER...
:x: of times I have been in love? = One... is the loneliest number
:x: of times I have had my heart broken? = I had a heart? ;)
:x: of girls I have kissed? = Well, Lulu looked really cute one day and... j/k
:x: of girls I've slept with? = Emily Pitts is a blanket hog in cheap hotels on speech tournaments.
:x: of boys have kissed? = I wouldn't kiss and tell :P
:x: of boys I've slept with? = Colin is also a blanket hog, but not in cheap hotels.
:x: of people I would classify as true, could trust with my life type friends? = Two
:x: of times my name has appeared in the newspaper? = Bah!
:x: of scars on my body? = Dozens on my knees and elbows.
:x: of things in my past that I regret? What's regret?

Person who last..
Slept in your bed: Probably my sister, she's taken over my room when I'm not there!
Saw you cry: Colin
Made you cry: Don't remember the last time a person made me cry, doesn't seem like something I'd cry over. Now if all the ice cream factories went out of business, THAT would be something to cry over.
You went to the movies with: Colin

Have you ever..
Said "I love you" and meant it?: Indeed.
Went out in public in your pajamas: All the time.
Kept a secret from everyone: I have a confession to make. My real parents were squirrels. I was then adopted.
Cried during a movie: Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. The ice cream factories shut down in the movie. I swear.
Ever at anytime owned new kids on the block stuff: I wasn't into music at the time they were in circulation.
Been to New York: Yep. Still have the World Trade Center Obervatory ticket stub. Jeff says I should sell it on e-bay.
Been to California: Lived there.

Conversations at the Dentist's
Posted at 04:22 PM

So, I went to see my dentist today (first time in like forever!) and right away she asks,
"Have you been flossing on a regular basis?"

"Mmmm..."

"I'll take that as a no. *sigh* You really ought to floss you know, flossing is so very important to your teeth. You're in college now right? Have you got a boyfriend yet?"

"Yep."

"Does he at least brush and floss every day?"

"Nope."

*big sigh*

After a bit, the conversation went towards her career,

Me: So, how many years have you been a dentist?

Dentist: Well, I'm not. I'm an Oral Hygenist. And I've been doing this for about twenty years now.

Me (thinking she just went into the field cause she wanted to go into medicine but not want to do all 8 years of studying to be a doc and it was just an easier way to get by) : Wow. That's a long time. Did you always want to be a dentist?

Oral Hygenist: Well, it's a funny story of how that happened you see. When I was younger and lived in New York, I took a summer job that required me to be fluent in both english and spanish. The job was to be a dentist's assistant. At first, I had no idea what to do, and I told the dentist that. He just said 'no problem, I'll train you.' So, after about 9 years of training, I decided I liked it a lot and went to school to be a dentist, but then I had my daughter and other stuff came up....

After my teeth cleaning, they always give you a little plastic bag with a free toothbrush, floss, and sample of toothpaste in it. I opened my bag to see what color my toothbrush was. It was green... and the other toothbrush was blue.

"Um, you accidentally gave me two toothbrushes..."

"Oh no, that was on purpose, one's for you, and the other's for your boyfriend. And don't forget to floss!!"

America is Headed for Communism
Posted at 10:21 PM

Okay, I usually don't like to talk about politics simply because the debates get very messy, and I'm usually sitting on the fence for most of the issues anyway. But when I hear about people wanting to get kids to pray in school and other rubbish like that, it pisses me off.
Whatever happened to separation of church and state folks?

The biggest issue that has provoked me to say something of the matter is this ban on same-sex marriages.

"The union of a man and woman is the most enduring human institution, honored and encouraged in all cultures and by every religious faith. Ages of experience have taught humanity that the commitment of a husband and wife to love and to serve one another promotes the welfare of children and the stability of society.
Marriage cannot be severed from its cultural, religious and natural roots without weakening the good influence of society." says Mr. Bush.

Does anyone agree with me that this is all poppycock and bullshit?
"honored"? "weakening the good influence of society"? Being a heterosexual, I can't say that this amendment will affect me a great deal if it does get passed, but I HAVE to say that it is extremely unfair.
Over half of the married straight couples end up divorced in a few years. What influence does that have upon society? Also, with people like Elizabeth Taylor, Michael Jackson, and Britney Spears reigning Hollywood and the media, what influence do they have upon society and the world? To show that as long as you're famous and you've got $, you can afford to get married (jokingly or not) as many times as you want?

Furthermore, with shows like Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire, The Bachelor/Bachelorette, and Joe Millionaire, it's a wonder that people today even want to get married! Chances are, gays and lesbians will take their marriage vows more seriously than half the straight couples in this nation.

And about those religions that honor the sanctity of marriage (since it all boils down to religions). Why doesn't the government just make everyone believe in one religion? Then no one would admit to being queer because it would be frowned upon. Then there wouldn't be gays and lesbians to marry. And if the government made everyone believe in the same religion, why don't they just get rid of the hassle of voting every four years and just stick with one president and one party. And then they could make everyone live in the same houses with the same mailboxes, drive the same cars, etc.

Oh, and one last thing, don't fall for Bush's "I'm from Texas, I'm a man of the people" joke. His whole family's from Pennsylvania.

Definition of Love
Posted at 05:07 PM

Me: So you'd really love me, no matter what?
Colin: No matter what.
Me: What if I dropped out of school, became addicted to pot, and made money as a hooker?
Colin: ...
Colin: Just don't catch an incurable disease.

Now that is true love.

Picky Readers...
Posted at 10:32 PM

Okay, this is a reader's preference thing. What would you all like to hear more about? Melvin, my depressed betta fish? Colin, my goofy bf? My fake grandma? My friend Sean who shaved off his beard? The little mini star-shaped pasta I bought from Publix last weekend? The life-sized cardboard cutout of Legolas, the hot elf from LOTR I stole from Barnes&Noble? Speak up!

Someone said if I put up pictures of HOT CHICKS on here, I'd get more visitors. So here it is folks:
A hot chick AND you get to see her pussy!

P.S. Tagboards are ebil things and I shall NEVER conform!

The Da Vinci Code!
Posted at 04:05 PM

If I had more time on my hands, I'd make a damned fine layout for this blog. Unfortunately, I've got physics to fail, webcomics to create, neopets to feed, Suikoden 3 to finish, a fish to take care of, fan art to draw, people to make fun of... the usual. But I would soooo make a layout to blow away all other layouts! I will create one for this blog. Some day.
~*~
I finally finished the Da Vinci Code! I did not find it englightening as Lulu has. I was not happy with the ending as Colin was. The author probably wanted his readers to feel the way you feel when you read the ending of this book, but I personally found it to be not as satisfying, and a bit cliche. Btw, I'm talking about the Epilogue ending here. The last chapter's ending was fine, but I thought the Epilogue's ending was kind of.. bleh. It sounds like a slightly-mysterious-but-just-enough-to-make-you-want-to-read-more-but-there-is-no-more type of ending that I would write, if I wrote a mystery-thriller and didn't know how to end it on a solid note. But that's just my personal opinion. Otherwise, it's a great book. Just don't try to read it just before a physics test. Or any other test for that matter. You'll be so absorbed you'll forget the real world even exists.

The Most Interesting Thing I've Seen Today
Posted at 01:21 AM

Well, not today, more like yesterday since it is 1:18 am.
I finished my bio test, and handed in my paper. I noticed an interesting looking guy with large, baggy camo pants and a black t-shirt with a fractal printed on the front. His hair was in dreadlocks and he had a braided goatee. But that's not what struck me as interesting.
As the guy turned around and headed for the exit, I noticed a tattoo on the back of his neck. It was a bar code.

Damn Kids These Days
Posted at 07:56 PM

I am sooooo fed up with having to deal with these little 10 and 11 year old kids playing online games like Neopets and Warcraft!!
They are such a disrespectful lot of brats to ever crawl the internet.
They learn their 3 and 4 letter words of "power" and just spam message boards and chat rooms with them. The usual warcraft game will produce the following chat:
OMFG!
OMFG!
OMFG!
lagGeR!!
lagGeR!!
lagGeR!!
So-and-so is a n00b!!

Damn Kids These Days Part II
Posted at 10:36 PM

Okay, so I signed on AIM under my kid sister's screen name.
Scanning her buddylist, I see screen names like xO lIl AnGeL Ox and sWEet cHeRrY LiPS. Then there are screen names like hotn h o r n e y boi. (Makes me wonder what my sister is doing online...)
Tempation became overwhelming and I gave in to chatting with one of the ditzy girls. Some dull parts have been removed as I'll only skip to the good parts. Also, screen names have been changed to protect the foolish and traumatized.
---
Miss Ditzy's head is messed around with...
Me: Lol. What kind of a screen name is that? And furthermore, who spells like that anymore? Are you 10 years old?
Miss Ditzy: who iz dis?
Me: The question is, who are you? Are you really 10 years of age as I suspect?
Miss Ditzy: i'm freakin 14 bitch!!!
Me: Temper, temper. So young and so full of anger!
Miss Ditzy: shuttup
Miss Ditzy: u must be the 10 year old with ur s/n
Me: But screen names are made to hide one's true identity, are they not?
Miss Ditzy: shuttup bitch!!!
Me: What a foul mouth. If you were my kid, I'd wash your mouth out with soap. Show some respect to your elders.

Miss Ditzy states her opinion on gays...
Miss Ditzy: stop stereotyping me! i'm a teenager! not some little kid!
Me: I'm not stereotyping you, your profile says it all.
Miss Ditzy: OMG u r so dumb! why dont U show me sum respect u little 10 yr old!
Me: That's like asking the persian to show some respect to a farm cat, dearie.
Miss Ditzy: Ur so gay! only gay ppl say dearie1
Me: Are you implying that gay is a derogatory term, dearie?
Me: And please, it's homosexual.
Me: "Gay" is a term for the happy, and if you say so, some of the finest writers and actors and musicians were happy gay people.

And finally, Miss Ditzy gets angry...
Miss Ditzy: OMFG SHUTTUP! I DUNNO WHO DA HELL U R
Miss Ditzy: BUT IMMA GOIN 2 KILL U!!!!!
Miss Ditzy: U HEAR ME????
Miss Ditzy: STFU!!! GO AWAY!!!!
Me: You're going to kill me, despite the fact that you don't know who I am.
Me: I weep for the future of humanity, knowing there are silly little girls like you alive.
Me: I won't waste my time any longer. Goodbye.
---

Now you may call me childish and juvenile to do such a thing, but it just proves the point made in my first "damn kids these days" post, and it teaches my sister a lesson for setting AIM to auto-save her password and auto-sign on upon startup. :D

Emergency Exits are Not to be Played With
Posted at 03:57 PM

Back when I was about six years old, my family lived in Gainesville, Florida. My father went to the U of F while my mom worked at a chinese restaurant known as Mr. Han's. Mr. Han's was not your average, small, family-run business with take-out and more. It was a classy, expensive restaurant with it's own night club on the second floor. My mom left for work at around 6 pm, and came back very late at night. Occasionally, when there were company social functions or some other event going on at the restaurant, my mom would take me with her to work, and allow me to wander where I pleased. The manager, Mrs. Han, had only a grown son, and never any daughters of her own, adored me.

For this reason alone, she never minded my running around her restaurant. I was free to come and go from the kitchen to the dining area. The second floor was always forbidden, and I could never reach the elevator buttons to get to the second floor anyway.

Instead, I frequented the kitchen and got to know all the chefs and waiters/waitresses. They too loved me. Mr. Zhen, the master chef, saved me chocolate doughnuts. Mrs. Liu, a waitress handed me sculpted, flower carrots and radishes to play with. Even the man who peeled shrimp would perform card tricks for me.

But this was only when they had a moment of free time. They were mostly busy with their jobs at hand. The customers at table 14 don't want any peppers in their chicken szechuan, or someone had just arrived in a black limousine-make sure they get Vicki as their waitress, etc.

I spent my time, sometimes sitting in the tall, shiny bar stools playing with the miniature paper umbrellas that the bar tender would give me, watching the chefs prepare food, or playing outside.
You see, behind Mr. Han's restaurant was a duck pond. Gainesville is full of them. I'd get small pieces of bread or popcorn from the kitchen and feed the ducks that lived there.

While I was wandering around the back of the kitchen one day, I noticed a door in the far corner. This door was not like the other doors. It was a special and pretty door. There were big red letters across it, and there was even a red light bulb above it. It opened up directly to the duck pond! What a short-cut it was! Instead of having to go outside and walk all the way around the restaurant, I could just go through this door and end up right at the pond!

So, being a child of six, and not knowing that the words "EMERGENCY EXIT - This door will trigger the fire alarms" where more than just red and pretty, I pushed hard, and dashed outside.

The first things I heard were the loud sirens. Then I heard people yelling and saw them running outside.

My mom spotted me outside and frowned.
I had done something bad.

Needless to say, Mrs. Han did not appreciate my presence at her restaurant very much after that incident. To this day, whenever we go back to visit in Gainesville, Mrs. Han always asks me with a smile and a wink,

"Remember the day you opened that emergency exit in the kitchen?"

Ways I Want to Die (seriously)
Posted at 12:24 AM

I gave a lot of thought to this, simply because I view death as a part of life. You're born, you live, you die. Simple as that. So here are the following scenarios and the proper endings to each one of them:

-Should I be over 65 and slowly fall apart from some degenerative disease
I should like to be loaded up with pain-killers, and flown to Alaska. There, I shall be thrown into the cave of a polar bear, and hopefully be promptly devoured by it. For polar bears are one of the few animals on the planet that actively hunt and eat humans, and I would be honored to be one of the lucky few eaten by a polar bear.

-Should I be over 65 and die suddenly
I want to be frozen into a large block of ice, and dumped in some lake in Alaska so I'll be nice and frozen over in the wintertime. Then 500 years from now, scientists can excavate the area and discover my still-somewhat-intact body!

-Should I be over 45 and slowly deteriorate from some slow-killing disease
I would like to have a grand party. A grand party and invite everyone and anyone that would like to come. I would spend my entire life's savings on this grand party for catering and decorations. Then I shall eat myself sick with anything chocolate, surrounded by music and entertainment, the room full of happy and wonderful people.

-Should I be over 45 and die suddenly
I should like to be cremated, my ashes put into a fire cracker, and exploded into the sky on New Year's Eve. What a way to go out with a bang huh? :)

-Should I die some other way
Well damn.

Mold Here, Mold There.
Posted at 08:09 PM

I opened up my fridge today to discover:
- My pasta sauce molded
- My pepper jack cheese molded
- My homemade sauteed tomato&eggs molded

Then I went to the grocery store today to stock up on food for this week. I bought a red bell pepper and a small vidalia onion for my stir-fry dinner. As I was cutting up peppers and onions, I discovered:
- My one red bell pepper had molded on the inside
- My one onion was not molded... it was simply bruised!

Lessons learned today: Mold grows on everything. & Cindy cannot pick out fresh veggies to save her life.

Satisfaction Guaranteed!
Posted at 12:41 AM

Well folks, here are the pictures of everything that I promised (minus the Beardless Sean pictures, but that will come up in Wednesday's post when I will be writing about the Great Beard-a-thon). You can *click* on the pictures to view a bigger version in another window.
Dorm Pics
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Melvin's Pics
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Legolas!
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Stolen: Legolas Display
Posted at 12:38 AM

So. Today was a bleh day so I'll write about Mr. Hot Elf (aka Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood!). You see, it was love at first sight when I saw the first screening of LOTR: FOTR. I'd never cared to read LOTR simply because the Hobbit took way too long and bored me to tears. But after watching LOTR the movie, I promptly went out to buy this action-packed book and read it from cover to cover (and was bored to tears thrice). I know it's hailed as a classic and what not, and I know lots of people adore it's intricate details Tolkien used, but I truly don't care to know about Sam pondering if anyone was mowing the lawn back in Hobbiton while they're walking and being scared for a long time in book II. But I digress.
Almost a year later, When TTT was soon to come out, I had by then joined a Legolas fan club, and joined a Legolas fan fic group. (btw, I'll admit I did write only 1 fan fic ever and it was about Orlando Bloom). Someone on the fan group posted a message about working at a local Barnes & Noble and seeing a life-sized cardboard cut out of this fine young elf. At that precise moment, I decided he MUST be mine, no matter the cost. So I started negotiating politely, going to every B&N store within a 45 mile radius of my house, and inquiring about their cardboard Legolas. Every B&N's Legolas in my area had been taken or reserved by someone else. Crestfallen, I returned home, but was not about to give up any time soon. People devoted their whole LIVES to searching for the holy grail. I shall devote the rest of my summer vacation to hunting down a Legolas.

Pulling out the large dusty Bellsouth Real Yellow Pages (as if phone books came in any other colors besides yellow), I promptly called up every single B&N in the entire Atlanta area. Most of their Legolases were taken. After a few more days of hunting, I was finally able to locate an unclaimed Legolas at Perimeter Mall, in downtown Atlanta. They had just received him two days ago and he was standing proudly by the door of their store-alongside a cardboard cutout of Aragorn. They told me it would be several weeks (at least 8) for him to be taken off display. Several weeks! That simply would not do. School was starting soon, and I would have no time to make trips to go downtown. So, taking matters into my own hands, I drove down to B&N that weekend (courtesy of mapquest.com when it used to be good and helpful), and walked into the store.

I wandered around a bit, pretending to look at their new arrivals when I really had my eye fixed upon the glorious elf next to the door. Glancing at the cashiers, I made sure they were busy with customers when I made my move. I walked over to my elf, grabbed him firmly around the waist, and dragged him out the door.

Of course it was only when I got to the parking lot that I realized he wouldn't fit in my little Honda Civic. Believe me, I tried cramming him in diagonally, I tried folding down the front passenger seat, nothing worked: he was too big. After a bit more cramming and people staring, I finally realized you could take him apart at these little tabs in the back and fold him down. So, I promptly tucked him in the backseat and drove away. So that's the story of how I stole my Legolas :)

The Great Beardathon
Posted at 06:00 PM

As some of you may know, my friend Sean used to have a full-fledged beard. It made him seem wise. It gave him power. He looked like the average brooding, wizardly type of guy.
However, come spring break, he shaved it all off.

And to put things simply, it set off a series of reactions which resulted in the hosting of the Great Beard-A-Thon. On Wednesday, March 17th, between 7:30 am - 9:30 am, four contestants by the names of: Sean, Jason, Colin, and Charbak shaved all of their facial hair. In the course of a week, whomever grew the lengthiest amount of facial hair would win the Great Beard-A-Thon.

Here are the photographed before and after pictures of the contestants:

Sean:

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Jason:

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Colin:

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*Charbak:

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So readers, who do you pick as the champion of this year's Great Beard-A-Thon?

*Charbak has been disqualified from the contest due to his forgetting to shave on Wednesay, the 17th, and thus has a 3-4 day headstart on facial hair growth.

Watermelons & Summer
Posted at 01:31 PM

I got bored today and logged into my old blogger account to find this post written on June 26, 2003:

My mom came home really late (6:40ish) when she's usually home by 4:30. My dad called at around 5:30ish to tell me that my mom would be late.
My mom comes home with a load of groceries (I don't know why they call then groceries, that word just sounds... gross ya know?) anyways, as I help unload my dad's car (my dad drives my car to work now, mom drives his car, and I get my mom's car), I couldn't help but notice the friggon huge watermelon sitting oh-so-happily in the smack middle of the trunk. Two things come to mind:

1. I hate watermelon.
2. I really *HATE* watermelon.

I just never liked them as a kid, they're aesthetically pleasing to look at when cut into the right shapes, however, taste-wise, me no like it.
As I bring in the last shopping bags in the door, my mom yells from the kitchen, "Don't forget the watermelon!!"
I stood there thinking, does she honestly expect *me* to carry that large, venomously green striped thing with my mere two hands?
Well, it took some effort rolling the watermelon out of the trunk. I guess it must've easily been a good 30 or 40 lbs. As I watched my knuckles turn whiter by the second, I frantically jabbed at the doorbell with my elbow (my sister closed the door while I was getting the thing out of the trunk). My mom came and opened the door for me as I clumped to the kitchen.

The kitchen counter seemed to be miles away.
Must... hold... on... I told myself as little droplets of perspiration began to dot my forehead. I'm almost there, just a few more steps to go! I approached the counter and began the ordeal of lifting the bulky thing up. I marveled at the way my veins constricted. It was almost level with the top of the counter. What if I were to just let go and watch it fall...


*SPLAT*


My sister, who'd been sitting on the bar stool sat shock still and looked at the ruined watermelon in horror. I heard my mother come rushing down the stairs to see what had happened.
Before either of them could utter a word, I flung my arms up with an "Oops!" and bounded away in girlish glee. >:D

PMS Stories
Posted at 07:26 PM

Well, this past weekend has been quite lovely. There's nothing like having cramps 5 hours a day to keep you all nice and grouchy.

Sunday night, at around midnight, I had an intense craving for bubble tea. We'd gone to Barnes&Noble on Saturday, and upon returning, passed by the bubble tea shop. I didn't want any then, but at around midnight on Sunday, the craving set in. So when Jeff, the guy that parodies my webcomics, asked if anyone wanted to go down to the West Side market, I reluctantly tore myself from the end scenes of Suikoden III and went with Jeff to go get my bubble tea.

There was already a really long line of people standing around, waiting to get their orders, because believe it or not, college people get hungry every 3 hours.

Well, it was finally my turn to place an order.

"Mango Bubble Tea please," I said politely.

The cashier guy stares at me.

"I'm sorry, we don't have any bubbles for your bubble tea. Do you still want some?" he asks.

"Yes, I do" Says I.

"Are you really sure you want some bubble tea at this hour despite the fact that we don't have any bubbles?" he asks.

"Yep"

"Are you really really sure you want some, AND you're going to pay full price for bubble tea minus the bubbles because I really don't want to make any?"

"Yes, I really really want some."

The cashier guy gives me an incredulous look.

"Look, it's late, I really really don't want to make you any, are you really really really sure you want some bubble tea minus the bubbles?" He asks one final time.

I get impatient. In my nicest, most polite voice, I managed to say,

"You know what? I'm on PMS right now. I've been craving bubble tea since Saturday. Now are you going to make me some, or do I have to eat you?"

The cashier guy blinked once, and then replied,

"Alright! Alright! I'm on it!"