June 2005 Archives

[Listening to Talk of the Nation (KQED - Northern California) about this from my iBook via the Rabbit Radio widget on my shiny new Dashboard. Muah! <3]

Lin has some pretty ridiculous graduation pictures up. Some of the less embarrassing ones include me swinging, me being sensual, me being sporty [try not to be blinded by the sunlight glinting off my alabaster skin], and me waving.

"Buy a Mac and get a free iPod mini."

I didn't even get the student discount when I bought my iBook. Tear.

But how rad are the color LCDs on the iPods? Can't wait to get some of that action.

Now to decide what I want my laser engraving to say . . .

edit: I ordered Tiger yest., free shipping, UPS ground, and it arrived TODAY. cha-ching!

So I pretty much went to a pretty much awesome party yest.

Swimming, badminton, swinging, too-long game of Cranium, dancing [well, mostly me dancing by myself at random intervals], & Animation Domination [to be read in a booming voice!].

Team Win contemplating a Cranium clue. I'm obv. accessing a secret database of answers in the back of my neck. And you might need to shield yr eyes so as not to be blinded by the hue of my hair. [Although one time I was walking down the street and some landscaping guy who started hitting on me said he liked it because he was partially colorblind and it's the only color he can really see. Yeah, I know. WTF?]

These kids are mega rad & it's too bad we never hang out.

And Lin Gyi has some pretty saucy friends.

And she made me an adorable graduation gift, including a picture of me looking totally punk rock at the AIDS walk.

PS: & I have huge itchy mosquito bites on my arms, all of which occurred in a time period of about five seconds because I am such a succulent morsel.

The black background was getting oppressive. This colour scheme feels a bit amateur to me, but I like it.

Why am I so bad at life?

Well, kind of good at it. Good enough for people to say:

I really like the way you think, and I wanted to be a part of it, I guess. I like watching you feel different things and that sort of thing. You have a very unblemished quality about you.

But bad at it in that I hurt people who say these nice things 'cause I'm too broken to reciprocate.

I'm sorry I haven't been blogging. Not that you care. Spending five hours on the computer for work everyday makes me want to get off the computer when I'm done, even if "the computer" is my fabulously sexy laptop.

God. I got my first issue of Macworld the other day. I could spend so much money on the crap that's advertised in there. 'sbeautiful. <3333 Too bad I have to save money for college, blah blah blah. I'm still gonna buy me an iPod, though. Even if it is "trendy." [~my brother.]

So how about this morning I almost died? I woke up with this agonizing stomach pain, kind of like girl!cramps, but not. So I went outside and tried to eat breakfast [I like the sun in the morning], but that didn't work, 'cause then I started to feel chundery.

So I leave my still-full bowl of Cinnamon Crunchers [=cinnamon toast crunch, only w. Tony the Tiger on the box] on the backsteps and stumble inside, in an almost fainting way, and blindly collapse in my bed. Cue fetal position for a while, which doesn't do much for the agony.

Manage to grab cell phone & call Tom to report that I am incapacitated by stomach cramps from hell & can't work. Lie in bed, dying for a little while. Shout feebly for my sister to bring some droogs. Doesn't work. Call own house from cell. Does work. Nora brings me a glass of water, droogs, and an empty grocery bag.

Vomit cinnamon-flavoured barf into bag. & surprisingly feel a little better.

I can't imagine why anyone would want to read that. But it makes me feel better to write it.

Yest. I was waiting at the train station [looking like a movie star with my pretty much awesome sunglasses] & this rilly cute art student started talking to me. He was smoking, and had lots of product in his hair, and expensive jeans and cute shoes. It was pretty much tr00 love.

And he talked about how he staged a mock protest, that the Liberty Bell should be renamed the Homeland Security Bell, and how he wants to go to New York or LA or London for grad school. And I mostly nodded & smiled. And felt like a douchebag because he saw my MIT shirt and I had to admit that I have no idea what I want to study. And I pretended I was going to see Howl's Moving Castle for the first time so he wouldn't think I was a l0s4r. [And I definitely didn't tell him that I had read the book.] Even though, because he was an art student, he actually knew who Miyazaki is.

Mmyeah. So I pretty much love Howl's Moving Castle, because Howl is a pretty much hottie. In an effeminate sort of way not unlike that of Batman Begins's Scarecrow. It's not my fault I hrt teh girly boiz. Genetics.

And I've been listening to a lot of Rufus. <3 And I watched Forrest Gump the other day and really cried for the first time in a while.

And that's pretty much what's up. I promise I'll stop saying pretty much at some point.

Dear construction workers:

Please stop making noises outside my house that have the feel of the end of the world about them.

Dear MIT Freshman Advising Seminars:

How the fuck am I supposed to choose the one I want to do most when you are all so exciting and lovely?

14.A02 AIDS in the 21st Century
6.A36 The Asking Animal
SP.727 Blogs, Diaries, Journals and Portfolios: Reflecting on Your First Semester Here [except I think I might be bored with this because I already know how to make a blog, kthxbai!]
17.S10 Conversations You Can't Have on Campus: Race, Ethnicity, Gender and Identity
MAS.A17 Designing New Technologies for Kids
1.A25 Greening Our Garbage: Taking Action on MIT's Trash
6.A43 Internet Controversies
21H.A15 The Practice of Contemplation
SEM.142 Sex and the [City] Institute: An Exploration of Gender Roles and Sexuality [will there be no boys in this seminar? ;.;]
MAS.A16 Steal These Bits
21H.A13 War and Mass Media in Modern American History

Dear Ryan:

Thank you for a lovely time yesterday & for taking me places I'd never been before. In the most mundane, literal sense.

Dear facebook friends:

You are so adorable. Heart.

Dear Friday:

Thanks for being tomorrow. And not, for example, the day after tomorrow. Or the day three days from now.

Dear the Shins:

I am sorry I did not pay for yr music. But I really like it. And will probably buy it someday, so I won't feel like a bad person.

Dear Mac OS X Tiger:

You will soon be mine! Muahahahaha.

Love,
teh only 1337 girl on teh internet

List five songs that you are currently digging. Post these instructions in your blog along with your five songs. Then tag five other people to see what they're listening to.

1) The Proclaimers - I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)
2) Catfight - Hypocrite
3) Idlewild - When I Argue I See Shapes
4) Jessica Riddle - Symphony
5) The Streets - Fit But You Know It

All sexy songs from my 'room cleaning mix.' My room hasn't really got clean yet, but, erm. Working on it?

And I guess I have to tag people, so I choose you, Pikachu, and teh Faggy Spack, because I don't think he reads this, so that'll be fun. And this girl, whose graduation party is today; this kid; that kid; and this girl.

So yesterday morning I took the school bus to school to be briefed on graduating, assigned seats, and told all the things we couldn't do/wear.

Then we got our sexy Polyphonic Spree/gospel choir/graduation robes. & our caps & tassles. Plus prom DVD 2K5, copies of the last Abingtonian, etc. Sienna & I went back to her house to watch the prom DVD, which was pretty much the most boring thing of my life. Except for five seconds of me being a sexy dancer and sticking my tongue out at the camera. CLASSIC.

And then I went home and prepared. Practiced my speech in front of a mirror a few times. [Except the only full-length mirror in the house is in my parents' walk-in closet, which is upstairs, and thus wretchedly hot. So I was on the scantily clad side as I rehearsed.] And I recorded it on my laptop and played it back to see if I inadvertently sounded like a valley girl/complete losar. I mostly didn't. Except for the part where I fumbled Morocco. But that didn't happen in the real speech, don't even worry.

And I showered, angsted about what to wear, attempted to blow dry my hair, made up my face, got dressed, etc. Then Abington high school ho, for sign in and bus loading.

Bus ride down Broad wasn't bad. Sat with some cool kids. And then hung out in the basement of the Liacouras Center for a bazillion years, and finally put my dumb gown & hat on. [Tolly cramping my style.]

Then we all marched out and I got to sit on the stage, so everyone could see when I made sure my hat wasn't falling off every five seconds//bent down to put things/get things out from under my seat. There should be a way to differentiate slashes in that last sentence. 'cause the second slash isn't as important as the first slash. You know how when you listing complicated phrases, you use semicolons as supercommas? There should be an equivalent for slashes. Like maybe a double slash or something. In fact, I'll go back and do that. Hold on. Excellent.

Anyway, I sat on the stage as the madrigals & orchestra [or KESS tra] did their music thing. And then Dr. Burt did his monotone talking thing. And then it was Paul Muller, el valedictorian, and then me. And I started to get a little physically nervous as he was talking. You know, stomach being all tension-filled & the like. But when I actually walked up to the podium and started speaking, I wasn't really nervous at all. I feel like I was more nervous when I had to practice in the empty auditorium with just McCuen and the other speakers.

So the non-nervousity was a pleasant surprise. And after I read my speech, in what has been called a "crisp" voice [but not my soap opera voice, which I used, according to Allie Berry, to read my piece about citizenship for the NJHS induction a few years ago]. And everyone cheered, and later, everyone said such nice things, so I'm glad I got to do that.

And then there were the elected speakers, and then the diploma case handing out, which I participated in, by handing stacks of them down the line to the superintendent. And then finally we stage residents got our empty diploma cases, the superintendent said a few words, Dr Burt said a few words, a kid ran across the stage without a shirt and got tackled by security, and then we pretty much peaced out. And even though we were like the last people to walk in, we were the first out, cha-ching!

So I got to talk to some teachers & fellow Graduates [it just needs to be capitalized], and then my family finally found me, and after a million years in the parking garage, we went to the Moshulu for dinner. It was really pleasant, the food was delish, & we got to explore the ship. Teh win.

And finally, circa midnight, we finally left the Captain's table, and travelled home down Broad Street, 'cause I had to pee, but every gas station ever was locked, so after hopping out of the car and running up to tug on about a gazillion different doors [some random black guy driving by called 'gorgeous' out the window on one occasion \m/], I decided it would be faster to just go straight home and hold it.

So I did. And now I'm graduated. Because this morning I returned my cap & gown and received an actual diploma. Don't be jealous.

PS: Due to the dedication of Lin's dad, there are some spesh pics of me available for viewing on la Internetadora. Highlights include me looking possessed, me sitting down when everyone's supposed to be standing up, and me apparently cracking myself up during my own speech. Don't ask, 'cause I don't even know. But apparently something was really amusing. Or maybe I was just being friendly? I guess it's good that I remembered to smile. . .

I'm sorry for the impersonal posts I've been providing you with recently.

Here's what I've been up to:

CVS finally stopped hating me & gave me my damn pictures. Here are some HIGHLIGHTZ. Yeah, yeah, CHOCOLATE CHERRY HAIR.

There are also more of mine here, but nothing important. And Allie B [pink princess dress] has some here. Just ignore the ones in which I'm not looking at the camera [most] and the post prom one in which I'm being more unphotogenic than humanly possible.

\m/

High school's over.

:OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Rock on.