Showing posts with label rambling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rambling. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

{pisces}

I can't decide...stay up and attempt futilely (is that even a word?) to write French paper or try to drag myself out of bed at 5AM to finish...? take personal finance or American Christianity...? dye hair brown before tour or after...? have boxed thai food or boxed tuna helper for dinner tomorrow...? drop out of school or switch majors....?(just kidding Mom)

I feel like my little sister Abby on the Bug's Life 3D ride at California Adventures:
GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!

You know what, I just want to play and eat cupcakes and joke about having an anti-dinner group all day. And I want to sit barefoot on the grass and listen to people (okay, one specific person) play guitar. And I do not want to go to rehearsal in the morning and I do not want to read o chem and I do not want to study classification tests and I do not want to do physics homework and I do not CARE.

apathy just might kill me this semester.
the great thing is, it won't even phase me....

Monday, October 27, 2008

This afternoon I had nothing that ABSOLUTELY needed to get done. It was the most delicious feeling.

Every month, I write an average of 14 or 15 posts.
It is October 27th, and I only have 7 (soon to be 8 as soon as I publish this) posts. Something is wrong with the world! How did my blogging drop off?

Oh yeah...I jettied (isn't that a great word? it just came to me) off to Washington and Oregon for 10 days and spent the week before and after that in complete academic freak out. Now I'm in academic relief/dulled freak out that will probably resurrect as soon as I get all my tests back.
Except for my D&C test which I already know my score and is the best I've done on a test all semester: 153/155.

Amazingly enough, studying until 1 AM does seem to help! At least this time around...wouldn't recommend it and will hopefully not be resorting to it in the future...and ok, it probably wasn't so much the last minute cramming as the many, many desperate prayers offered up in hopes of that result.
You do all you can and God will take care of the rest.
I can't tell you how many times that principle has popped up in my life. Thank goodness, because I could never do this chem major/French minor/ballroom dance tour team/attempt to have friends/boyfriend thing alone.

Let's see...I had something else to say...oh yeah! Election day is in a week and a day! You had all better vote, even...gah...ok, I guess I'll say this...even if you're voting for Obama. Voting is our civic duty as American citizens and we should feel privileged to have that opportunity. Now, go take advantage of it! I'll be partying it up with Fox News and some sort of red, white, and blue dessert all night. Go McCain/Palin!

Friday, July 11, 2008

100th Post

Post writing warning: This post basically is a long rambling after having my brains shaken around at an amusement park all day. Read on at your own risk.

This is my one hundredth blog post. Congratulations to myself for being such a busy little blogger.

I'm not really in a celebratory mood, though. I just got back from Magic Mountain, and holy cow, that place will wipe you out. My brother, sister, and I went on Revolution, the Viper, Colossus, Goliath, the Batman ride, bumper cars (now those were intense), and this "family friendly" log ride that was not in fact, family friendly by my definition. I have never been on so many crazy rollercoasters in such a short period of time in my life. I still feel like I'm weightless dropping down a huge descent. And it's been well over an hour since we got home. It was great, though, it really was. :)

Do you ever have it happen to you that after you read a novel you really got into you start thinking or writing in the same sort of voice as the book? I finished Davita's Harp (no underline function available, so we'll go with italics) this morning and I keep thinking a bit like the main character, a sort of melancholy, innocent, serious voice. I love Chaim Potok. I wish Mormon culture had a Chaim Potok to write about our religion. I read his books and find myself so intrigued with Jewish culture. It's so interesting. I wish someone would do that for my religion, make it accessible and interesting to those who know nothing about it, not these cheesy Mormon romance novels and Jack Weyland books...ugh (no offense if you're a fan, I'm just not, hehe). Also, I'd really like someone to do that for ballroom culture as well. Believe me, it's its own sub-world.
Back to the book. Now that I've finished it, I really want to see Picasso's Guernica (italics work for painting titles too). I wonder where that painting is. If this internet wasn't so darn slow I'd google it. Is it even in America? Maybe the Metropolitan Museum in New York? I'm going there (the city, maybe not the museum) next springish.
Which brings up another point. I love art museums. I think they are so fun to visit. The only problem is, most of my siblings do not, so every time we go on vacation we don't stay very long. When I went to DC two? three? summers ago, I had to drag my brother through the National Art Gallery so I could see everything I wanted (it still wasn't enough). I once heard that the average person looks at a painting for less than thirty seconds. That's kinda pathetic. So I try to look longer.
And that reminds me of something else. We went the the Huntington Gardens a couple of days ago (which I highly, highly recommend if you're ever in the Los Angeles area) and I finally got around to seeing their old book and manuscript collection. It was amazing. First editions of Shakespeare's plays, a Guttenberg Bible, tons of old illuminated manuscripts, letters written by George Washington and Charlotte Bronte, an original copy of the Canterbury Tales, one of Thomas Paine's pamphelets, and much more. So cool! After I amass my fortune I want to collect old books and art. (Which reminds me of something else: my parents are letting me have a drawing by my great Uncle Roman who was an artist. Thus begins my art collection.)

All right, I think this has gone on long enough. Congratulations if you read all the way to the end! You deserve something great. Go get yourself an imeem account and listen to free music. OR, go to youtube and watch videos by frezned and get a free laugh. OR, even better, do both.
Have a great weekend guys :)

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

I could not think straight enough to come up with a title for this post. Pick your own.

Hello from beautiful California!!

Actually, since I'm visiting in July the weather is exactly the same as back home. BUT, there are lots more palm trees and kitschy old houses so I'll stick with my original statement.
I'm at my grandma's house using her computer which has....dial...up...internet...(remember my rant about slow internet from a little while ago? I think this is my payback...)

You know what, I don't think I've ever really been in LA as a touristy-tourist. First of all, whenever I come with my family we always stay with my grandma, never in hotels. We go to beaches that are unknown and not crowded, we only do the Disneyland thing every few years, I've only been to Hollywood once and it was because my uncle really wanted to go, and we always go to Griffith Park. Who on earth comes to LA and then goes to Griffith Park? How many people have even heard of Griffith Park? Exactly, I bet none of you have. That's because it's not a touristy-tourist attraction. I don't even know what the touristy-tourist attractions are here. I know there's a 7-11 around the corner and where all the cool rock caves are on Leo Cario (spelling...?) beach and which famous paintings are in the Hunting Gardens gallery, but that's about it. Oh, and I know about the pony ride at Griffith Park. It's a real treat. I had to do some major research for my trip in a few weeks with my friends here to figure out what normal tourists do in LA. It's kinda nice actually. I can only handle so much Disneyland. Coming here is what a vacation is supposed to be: unplanned, relaxed, wake up late (which I do anyway at home actually since I can set my own hours), go to a quirky museum or a random concert, get some shopping done, go home feeling refreshed.

Question: capitalization or no capitalization on facebook? I honestly cannot make up my mind. (Did I already write a post on this? I can't remember.) No capitalization is nice and informal, but it can also come off as unintelligent. Capitalization makes you look like a grammarian (so long as the rest of what you're saying is correct I guess), but it also feels a little uptight unless you throw in a million smilies or ellipses (which I do anyway whether I'm capitalizing or not...see?) to lessen the blow. I usually just go with whatever the person I'm talking to does, but that's a little wishy-washy. I should just make up my mind once and for all. Am I a capitalizer or not? Hmm...

I have spent far too much time in a vehicle with six other people today.