I keep trying to escape myself, but words explain me.

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

2009-09-25T04:14:09Z

Depressed lately. I chalk it up to being still-kinda-sick and really worn out. Like I can even talk, I know everyone else has their shit that is worse than mine by miles and miles, but y'all know how much I love complaining about my life. It's pretty much how I communicate with people nowadays.

Eh. I need to go to bed.

/pointless entry.

Three short poems.

2009-09-05T06:52:35Z

~(The reasons I feel pretty)~

I don't put on makeup, except for Halloween,
And rarely wear anything but jeans.
Fashion doesn't buy my clothes,
It's not about how much skin I expose.

Because my momma raised me right,
Cos when she tucked me in at night,
I was young, impressionable,
She said I was pretty, and it was so.

Because I turn heads when I open my mouth,
And not when I bend over.
Because my outsides don't
determine whether or not I'm clever.

Because I want a woman or man
Who appreciates that I am who I am
And I am not who I look like.

~(This is getting old)~

You can talk about pimpin', bitch slappin' and drugs,
Make yourself another faceless, disposable thug.
Because god knows I haven't heard that story before,
'My mom and dad were mean and my girlfriend's a whore'.
Go tell it to somebody who doesn't believe
That you're exactly who you make yourself to be.
A gun-toting statistic, a corpse, or a soldier,
A no one on the streets, a hobo, a poser.
Or tell me your worth, sing me your song,
It's awful hard to sound weak if your voice is strong.
And yes, that's a challenge, to all you rappers out there.
I've heard it all before, now tell me why I care.

~(Again)~

I know a young man,
whose name is Sudan.
He's thin cos he's poor, never eats well.
Lately, I've watched him go through hell.

Boy's got a gimp leg,
His rude crutch is called 'aid',
and it comes secondhand from Red Cross.
He's looking for something he lost.

Had his stomach pumped for oil,
now his body's poisoned soil,
eaten away by HIV.
Soldiers burned down all his trees.

Darfur's too broken to support him anymore,
He leans heavy on his aid, but everyday it hurts more.
His heart broke like the promise
to his sister, Rwanda,

"Never again".

This entry is an inadequate summary of the last four weeks of my life.

2009-09-02T06:23:19Z

Dear Emma:

Please learn to be more assertive with stalkers/creepers/pedophiles. It's okay to be mean to them.

No love,
Emma

In other news, I have not updated in a long time. I still love y'all, I'm just ~~busy~~ lazy. So, uh. Yeah. Got my hair recut, as most of you know. It's really cute. And short. :D I like it.

Also, ummm...? I got nothin'. Don't wait for further updates, I'm trying to maintain an image of 'doing stuff for the last week of summer and not going on dates with Nick'. So, uh. Yeah.

I feel like I'm turning into my sister, which is actually pretty awesome, considering what a badass she's being about the hornet attack. Did you know she has five stings and a very badly sprained (twisted? Broken? She says it's very painful, which is kind of the equivalent of her wailing in pain, which she never does) ankle? She's on crutches, can't really move her swollen thumb, and still refuses to let me get her food/painkillers, etc. What a fucking badass, amirite?

Yes. That is all.

Writer's Block: Proven by Science

2009-08-12T18:55:09Z

Do you believe everything has a scientific explanation?

Submitted By mesnyder_92

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Not necessarily a scientific one, but a rational one.

Also, status update: got up at eleven to eat peaches and chocolate cake for breakfast. =u= why is my life so magical.

More meme responses. Here goes.

2009-08-10T04:32:00Z

I'm skipping Taichou's words, because they're super deep and I'm not done writing on them yet, but I feel like I should post pointlessly, so here's me pretending to have a point. :P don't judge.

Photography: a means of capturing the present and tucking it away for the future. Something I wish I did more often, because it’s hard to go wrong with photos, in my opinion. Unless they’re pictures of me, but hey! Who doesn’t hate pictures of themselves? All the cool kids are doing it. Ahem. Anyways, photography is one of those things that I have a hard time believing is a subject taught in school. It’s like music, you know? You can teach some one how to play an instrument, and how to read music, and you can get a bunch of musicians together to play, but you can’t teach somebody to make music. It’s something you do for yourself. Which is just like photography. Why would you need to be taught anything but how to use the camera? Of course, I’ve never taken a photography class, so I’ve not the foggiest what they’re like, and I’m sure I’ve got the wrong idea, but that’s my opinion on the matter, so. There you have it.

Money: something I’ve had a problem with since I was a little kid. What’s the point of it? And why would you build your entire culture on something that changes value day-to-day? An apple is an apple no matter what the stock market is like, and sure, there will be droughts and famines and all that, and some years you’ll have less apples and some years you’ll have more. But why on earth is it that one year, I won’t be able to get apples because the stock market is bad? There’s no drought, no plague, the apples are growing fine. But nobody can eat them because we have problems with this bizarre accounting system we came up with so many hundreds of years ago. I don’t get it. Okay, that’s a lie. I get it just fine. But that doesn’t mean I like it.

Monogamy: hoo boy. You hit a big one here, Charles. I dislike monogamy on a personal level, mostly because I don’t believe in love in the traditional sense. I love everyone I meet, and that is a fact. I love people for different reasons and in different ways, but I love everyone, and I believe with all my heart that that holds true for everyone else in the world. I’m sure this is me projecting, but maybe it’s just me using different words. You can say you love your sister, you can say you love your boyfriend, you can even say you love your best friend. But you don’t love your best friend, you just like them more than ‘like’. I don’t believe that. I love my sister more than some random stranger on the street, that’s true. But I love that stranger, too. In the very literal, very real sense of the word. And loving a stranger on the street doesn’t mean I love my sister any less. Love is not something you have in quantity, so me loving everyone I know doesn’t mean I love them less than somebody who only loves their family and their girlfriend/boyfriend/whatever. Thus, I can love – god, I don’t know – Keira, and want to be with her the rest of my life, get married, have babies, la-dee-dah, and still love – uh, god – Emily, but in the sense that I think she’s the sexiest being on the planet and I want to bang her every day of my life. I still love Keira, too, and I don’t see why I can’t bang Emily and marry Keira. I love both of them, and they’re both important to me. Does that make me a bad person? Does it mean I don’t really love Keira, or I’m using Emily? I don’t think so. I think so long as everyone understands each other, I should be free to marry whomever I want and have babies with somebody else and bang somebody else and take long walks on the beach and hold hands with somebody else. I love everyone, and that is that.

Religion: a concept I dislike. You seem to be getting a lot of those, Charles. Faith itself is a wonderful thing to have, and does amazing things for people (see studies on the effectiveness of prayer), but religion is not my favorite. Mostly because all modern incarnations of religion have some thing I disagree with. Like the practice of forcing itself on others, condemning others, doing both at the same time (coughcoughcrusades), or starting wars over silly things like differing translations. Seriously, the whole Catholic-Protestant thing drives me crazy. You know they worship the same god, right? Yet they kill each other in the hundreds every year over little spats. This is what the establishment of religion does. I know this is not always the case, but it seems to me that every time a faith turns into religion, you suddenly have protesters and fights and then holy wars. Why can’t people just believe? Do you really need to make other people believe, no matter what? Do you really need to rape and pillage and murder in the name of a god that you think will save you? But I guess I don’t know. Maybe I never will. You know, probably not.

Eclipses: surely have more meaning than I attribute to them. I know they’re important to a lot of people and their philosophies/religions/etc, but they’ve never been all that special to me. Probably because they’ve never had much to do with my life/existence. Go figure.

That's all for tonight. Hey Charles, what do you want for your birthday?

fuzzy_san @ 2009-08-06T22:08:00

2009-08-07T05:19:31Z

A three part response to this meme: Give me five topics to discuss and I'll discuss them here, in order. They can be any topics you like! I'll discuss anything.

The topics: marriage, life, music, adventure, and light. My responses:

Marriage: something that I don’t particularly like, as it is. I think the legal benefits of marriage ought to be available to everyone, and not just same-sex couples, etc. I mean, if I want to have marriage benefits with my sister and I can find a church that’ll marry us, I should be able to do that. The idea that marriage is only for couples that are going to procreate is silly. There’s no sanctity to it, as far as the law is concerned – the problem is that under the law, marriage is defined as ‘between a man and woman’, with all this subtext about love and commitment and future babies and shit that hardly ever comes with the actual couples. Sometimes the babies. But not always. Anyways. It's a silly ritual made up by some old, white Puritan men, and those aren't exactly in fashion anymore, are they? So, why are we still following their laws to the letter? I thought we were done with that, people.

Life: a broad topic. Something I generally enjoy, although it kinda bites on occasion. More so on others. Overall, I have a pretty fantastic life, and I’m very thankful for it. I try to count my blessings as often as possible, but more often than not, I think of what I don’t have or what I want, instead of all the wonderful things I already have. So, on this thread, I love you all and I’m glad you’re my friends, because you’re really incredible and I’m lucky to know you. Wow that got sentimental fast. In any case, it’s true, and I love you all.

Music: one of my favorite things in the world. I can find it in surprising places, and I enjoy making it. Wish I were better at it, but I’ll take what I can get.

Adventure: something I associate with scraped knees, grass stains, cuts (on my shins specifically), bruises, bodily injury, and fantastic treasures like the flip-flop Taichou and I scavenged out of a river on one of our epic outings last summer. On the same trip, we got a bucket, a strip of caution tape (named ‘Pookie’, who currently hangs on our bedroom door), part of a hard drive, a long branch, and a couple of other miscellaneous bits of stuff pulled out of the river, found along the railroad tracks, and picked up on the side of the road. It was an utterly spontaneous outing, with no destination or objective other than ‘let’s go exploring!’. And so we did. Other adventures I have had include when I went camping on the beach with a summer camp and we went exploring on the dunes around the beach. A group of a dozen or so teenage boys, plus me and two or three other girls and two male camp counselors hiked up the largest dune we could find, after crossing a broad, flat expanse of sand and sharp dune grass that left scars on my shins. On the other side of this massive dune was a huge landscape of similar-sized mountains of sand, all sculpted by powerful winds that made the sides of them almost entirely vertical, perfect for hurling oneself down, which is exactly what we did. We hiked all over the dunes, gradually shedding clothing in the scorching heat, and eventually made our way back to camp, where we collapsed into our tents, most of us ignoring dinner and all social activity in favor of rest. I was twelve, I believe.

Light: a concept with a very specific sensation tied on to it, for me personally. I have a scent I can’t possibly describe that I associate with the word ‘light’. An image as well, and kind of a sound, but those aren’t as important as the smell and the sensation. My mind is sorta weird, but there you have it.

What to do when you're bored...

2009-08-02T00:27:44Z

Meme time. I'm bored.

1. What song helps you fall asleep? Depends on my mood. Usually classical stuff.
2. What is hanging on the walls of your bedroom? Which one? Our room at mom's is papered in scraps of pretty paper, posters, stickers, drawings, paintings, etc. Even on the ceiling. At dad's and Greg's, they're mostly empty.
3. What are you reading right now? The text on this screen. But my dad is teaching me Cyrillic, so soon I'll be reading Russian!
4. What's your occupation? I'm a student at Geek School, and I do volunteer work at Sisters of the Road, when I can.
5. What do you hate right now? Not much of anything.
6. What do you miss most right now? This is kinda weird, but I really miss Charles. And some of my geek school friends.
7. What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction? My new yellow bike, Jennybird. &hearts
8. What are you listening to right now? The TV in the next room.
9. How do you feel about reincarnation? Eh.
10. What websites do you always visit when you go online? Lj, facebook, and sinfest.
11. What are you going to do next year? Go to school. Volunteer at MTI, Sister's, and get an internship, if possible. Oh, and learn to drive. Holy god.
12. What was the cutest thing you've seen today? Baxter and his 'face'.
13. Does the weather affect your mood? On occasion.
14. What is your favourite type of cheese? Fresh, homemade mozzarella. &hearts
15. Do you want to learn another language? Well, I'm on my way with Spanish, I've got a bit of Cyrillic down, and I'm chasing Italian, French, and possibly Portugese.
16. What are your favorite things to drink? Smoothies, juices, spritzers, and soy/ricemilk.
17. If you could meet anyone now, who would you meet? I'd like to see Amanda Palmer (again), Obama, and Arthur. Oh, Mello and Richie. &hearts
18. What's something you'd like to say to someone right now? ёб твою мать
19. What are you looking forward to? Life.
20. What did you dream last night? I don't think I had a dream.
21. Tag 8 friends! No!

Give me five topics to discuss and I'll discuss them here, in order. They can be any topics you like! I'll discuss anything.

Tell me if you want to do this meme, and I'll give you 3 people
Label which you would marry, fuck, and kill
Provide a picture and name of the 3 people
Post this meme with your answers!

Keira gave me Ianto, Renji, and Fang. Easy-shmeasy.

Marry: Ianto. He'd make such a good wife. With the tea, the suit...! I would like that. =u=

He looks grumpy in this picture, but he's a total sweetie. Who makes tea. And bones Jack. &hearts

Fuck: Fang. It'd be a little weird, since I'm him (I'm sensing a theme here, Keira), but hey! It's like masturbation, except he's got a penis. Lovely.

Guh, he looks so grumpy in this one. It's the 'Official Manga~!!!!one!!!!' version of him, so there you have it. Not particularly intent on buttsexing this guy, but at least he's my AGE.

Kill: Renji. He goes by process of elimination, also I would NOT want to marry a dead guy, or fuck a dead guy, and even if I did, it'd be like a porno crossed with a really bad shampoo commercial. Think about it. Or, actually, don't. In any case, I'm killing the dead guy, because, hey. He's dead.

He's scary in this one. They're all scary. Go figure.

That is all. You may return to your lives. *runs off to cook*

The summer I turned sixteen.

2009-07-29T06:56:04Z

Well. It's certainly been a while.

Hi, everyone.

Status update for anybody who cares:
My sunburn is peeling
I just pulled a thorn out of my foot, and it's been there for probably a week
My shins are still scabbed from blackberrry hunting with Keira
I have bite marks from my cat up and down my arms
I think my knees are still bruised from Safari Sam's
Geigny is matted
Tei is forcing me to sew things and refuses to let me write poetry
It's almost midnight

...and I'm having the time of my life.

Yo, Keira! Listen up!

2009-07-01T05:15:25Z

This is a bit of poetry I did, as part of a larger project. Y'all can read it if you like, and I always love feedback, but it's kinda crap.

Yeah. So, turns out that our character -- Annie (did I tell you his name?) -- doesn't actually fall for a rocker-songwriter named Keiko, he's a rapper named Nova (his street name. His real name's yet to be determined). Anyshoes, did I mention that part where said (now) rapper does his little performance-confession thingy? Yeah, I put it into words. At three in the morning. So, it might have a chance at being decent. I'm leaving it up to you to decide for yourself and give me critique, cos that's the role I've delegated you until I get the balls up to show this to, say, my writing teacher. Or smth. I'm already baring it to the rest of my flist, kind of. This is a huge step for me. ANYSHOES. On to the poetry.

Baby, if I thought I had the chance,
You can bet your ass right now I’d be in your pants.
But I know you’re the good one,
I know you don’t feel the same…
So I won’t embarrass you with a full name.
This is not me demanding that you spend the rest
Of your life with me, just wanna get this off my chest.
It’s been weeks now, I’ve been wanting to say this,
But all I want in my life right now is your kiss.
I know it’s cliché, I sound like some lovestruck foo’.
But when you’re in love, some o’ those dumb clichés
come true.

I shoulda seen it coming, day we first met,
True cliché numbah one: A day I’ll never forget.
But this is where the fairy tales start to go wrong.
Listen to the radio, you don’t hear no love song
Where the prince ain’t lookin’ for no pretty princess bride.
And they’re wrong, cos I didn’t get lost in your eyes.
I don’t fall for plain ol’ beauty – not that you aren’t –
But good looks don’t steal no Romeo’s heart.
Superficial things don’t make people fall in love.
The truth is, there’s somebody that you remind me of.
My mom. Died. A while ago. She told me ‘fore she went,
Honey, you gotta let go.

Life is always worth living, no matter who you live it with.

If there’s one thing she taught me, it’d be this:
You gotta give yourself time to confused and young
You’ll grow up one day. For now, just have fun.

Well I must be grown up now, cos I know,
without a doubt,

babe. You’re all I dream about.

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always.
So long as I’m living,
My Annie you’ll be.

... yeah. Nova has an accent. And it's rather difficult to write, since Tei has these random seizures where it goes away. We're working on it Here being read as: I'm kicking his ass for doing this to me. I was supposed to be rewriting Rachel's porn! But NOOOOOOO, he likes this shit better, and refuses to allow me any further plot on said porn. He's an absolute bitch lately. >:( YEAH YOU FUCKER, I'M TALKING TO YOU. Asshole.

fuzzy_san @ 2009-06-25T22:46:00

2009-06-26T05:48:49Z

i have a very happy cat in my lap right now.

Uuuuuhhhh...

2009-06-26T04:07:52Z

So, for those of you who don't know, *coughcoughRachelcough* Masturbation Week has been postponed by it's original creator fehriku, so I'm skipping out on today's post. Also I have nothing to say on the subject.

Hmm... oh yeah. My sister is very pretty. Will likely post a link to the photo album I made of her on facebook to prove this point.

On an unrelated note, I started writing this sort-of poem-thing, but Tei turned it into performance art against my will, so I might put up parts of it for feedback. My hopeless beatnik sensibilities have given it rhyme and rhythm, but also a tune, which means I can't perform it myself. All the song parts are out of my vocal range, and it's a multiple-person piece, so even if I could sing, it wouldn't matter because I can't do all the parts myself. So. If I end up having it performed at any point (I had in mind a school talent show or something), I'd probably start trawling my flist for cast members. Just a heads-up. Anybody who's remotely interested can comment. Oh, it's not finished yet. It's really long, and I'm not yet halfway done. But I showed it to Keira, and she liked it.

Edit: Regarding my second paragraph; proof of photogenic-ness.

Edit 2: For my own benefit. =u= Also for my benefit.

READ IT HOLY GOD

Edit 3: Updated! Parts 1-7.

MW post... two? Yeah, two.

2009-06-25T02:49:52Z

Hm... we'll see how long this gets before it goes under a cut. At first, I cut it because a number of people read this, including my mom, who may or may not want to know the details of her daughter's private sex life. Of course, she saw the first post, but not what was under the cut, so now she is forewarned, and can choose to read or not read this whole shindig.

Anyways. I actually have something noteworthy to talk about this time! After reading my sister's post, it appears I'm not the only one who can only fap in one position -- it's actually the same as hers, which would be a lot weirder were it not for twinpowers -- it's still a little creepy. Said position, were you wondering, is facedown on my bed. This is very inconvenient, because it means I can't do it standing up/in the shower, etc., and if I fall asleep like that, I'll suffocate (this has nearly happened several times).

Uh... I might put this next part under a cut, since it's about my dad, but it's pretty SFW.

My dad and Steven recently broke up, and have been really open about it, encouraging us to ask any questions we have, etc. At one point, Taichou could not resist asking a question that, really, neither she nor I wanted to know the answer to, but had to ask anyways; "How was the sex?" Steven replied with: "What, with your dad? Oh, it was great."

=...= yeah. It was kind of... awkward.

Anyshoes, that's all I have for today. Or, right now, rather. I might be back later. :D

(no, I don't have a clue)

2009-06-23T18:02:42Z

Well, here's me getting a late start on Masturbation Week. For those of you who don't know, it's pretty self-explanatory. Post stuff relating to masturbation.

Hmm... what do I have to say about masturbation? It's fun. Obviously.

I guess one of the only drawbacks to masturbation is (for me) that I share a (small, thin-walled) house with two other women, and a room with another girl. Also, bunk beds. I'm on top bunk. So it's kind of hard to find the right time to do it, to avoid awkwardness or rudeness. I personally think I'm pretty quiet, or at least passably, and I hope I would have heard something from mom or Taichou if I were disturbing them at any point. This is, I'm sure, a woe shared by my fellow room-share-ers, and I might be interested to hear how you deal with finding the time/space/opportunity/etc. Tips are cool too! :D

Well, that's kind of it. I don't have a whole lot to say :\ but I hope this little (late) entry qualifies.

Now, for something completely different.

I had a great weekend.

Me and Taichou flew up to LA to visit Steven, whom we haven't seen in several weeks (a month? More? Idk), and some of his friends. Mello (sp?) and Richie went to Magic Mountain with us, and Ashley just kind of hung out the whole weekend. It was awesome. Oh, and we briefly met Arthur, who drove us to the airport.

First thing we did was go see Dame Edna, who's apparently this world-famous drag queen comedian. I'd never heard of her, but she was so funny I almost bust a gut laughing. Just a gut. Anyways, the next day (Saturday) we spent the day at Magic Mountain, with Mello and Richie, who are awesome. Sunday, we met Steven's parents, Joe and Marylou, and had breakfast at Mimi's cafe, which was delish. After that we all went to see Divorce, the musical, which made me cry within the first ten minutes. It had five cast members and about six times as many characters. Really well done. We went to Ameoba, a music store near Hollywood, and both me and Taichou SCORED for new CDs. Ameoba was super cool, and I want to check them out online sometime. Sunday night we went swimming on the roof of Steven's loft (which is tiny, well decorated and AMAZING) and Monday morning we flew out.

We met some of Steven's friends, including Mello (his full name is Carmello), who is a pretty chill (mellow?) guy that I think Steven may or may not have intentions with. Richie (Mello's best friend) is possibly the most flamboyant man I've ever met. He is so. Cool. Mello works at a local, hole-in-the-wall cafe on second and Main called Ground Works (which we visited -- it was like being home at Portland!), and he's relatively shy and quiet. Very sweet, a real nice guy. Richie, on the other hand, is impossibly outgoing, kind of loud, and hysterically funny. Everywhere we went -- "Guuuurl, you look so cute!", "Oh, my, god, are you seeing this. He is SO bomb-dot-com.", "Aaugh, my hair's all busted from that roller coaster. *pout* Mello, help?". He talked to people we didn't know, just walking on the street -- kind of reminded me of Angel, from Rent. I love Richie.

Ashley was a college-age girl who went to USC, and we had our first dinner in LA with her, at the 5 cent restaurant near Steven's loft. She hung with us the whole weekend, at Magic Mountain, swimming on the roof, and at Dame Edna's and Divorce. She's pretty chill.

Uh... that was way too long. Anyone who can actually read that is a rockstar.

Last night I dreamt the universe was ending.

2009-06-15T02:08:53Z

Dear F-list, but Charles especially: you want to read this. It's beautiful.

http://freudian-fuckup.livejournal.com/25892.html

Now you see why she's one of my favorite authors. (Even though sometimes she writes silly things.)

Help is appreciated, I guess.

2009-06-02T02:23:19Z

So. I lost my thumbdrive today, and it's kind of important. It went missing in my first class of the day, Humanities. I really need it back, so I'm alerting you all to its absence. Probably I'll either find it or just give up and make up everything on it which is pretty much the last three months worth of my schoolwork, plus my final grades in Chemistry, Social Studies and Biotech/Engineering, not to mention close to a hundred pages of my personal writing but either way, I'll let y'all know.

Oh, it's a blue one of these: http://mobilitysite.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/image86.png with a metal ring on the end. 2GB, if it matters.

And yes, I realize that this is entirely my fault, and I'm going to try not to whine about how much my life sucks and it's not fair, yada yada, I know. I'm trying to pick up the slack when I'm not making pointless posts on LJ and it'll work out eventually. On that note, wish me luck!

Writer's Block: In Memoriam

2009-05-26T02:24:05Z

It's Memorial Day in the States, a time to remember those who have died while in military service. Who would you like to remember today?

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Obviously, I want to appreciate my mom and dad -- neither of whom died in service, clearly, but both of them served for more than three years each, and did a lot of great things to protect and serve their country. I'm very proud of them.

Secondly, I want to recognize my great-grandfather. He was my mom's mom's dad. To be honest, he was a very fucked up guy, did a lot of horrible things (including to his wife and kids), but he was a prisoner of war in World War II, and survived the Bataan Death March. Also not dead, so I guess this doesn't count either, but considering how many people died in Bataan, living through it is just as memorable as dying in service.

Who says blondes have all the fun?

2009-05-21T23:51:32Z

I love barbequeing.

Personal reality check!

2009-05-14T03:20:26Z

Okay, f-list. It's time to get honest. I'd appreciate it greatly if you all could comment on my annoying behaviors or request I change certain things -- I'm dumb, so I can't exactly guarantee anything, but comments are appreciated. Specifically, I'm wondering if people are irritated by my tendency to say 'it could be worse!' when they present their problems to me.

You can go anonymous, if you're worried I'll bite -- I don't, by the way -- or use your username. I swear I won't chew out anybody! Just some personal feedback. On that note, please be nice! I mean, don't hold back, but please don't rip me for my character... without reason, at least.

Me again.

2009-05-09T01:05:29Z

Macaroons are delicious. Yes they are. Especially vegan ones. Speaking of vegan foods, Taichou makes the best vegan tamales in the world.

On an unrelated note, For those of you unfamiliar with them, Enrichments are our congratulations-you're-halfway-through-the-trimester-and-passing-all-your-classes reward thing. Wednesday, my group went down to the Farmer's market in the south Park Blocks of Portland. We were instructed to find a raw food we'd never eaten or heard of and get the teacher, who would buy it. We talked to the vendors about how they grew and harvested their foods, and when we returned to the school, shared ways to cook and eat the various vegetables, divided them up and sent them home with the students. It was cool. I had my own money, so I got groceries (bread, cheese, chard, mushrooms, a tomato, honey, and chocolate-covered dried cherries for mothers' day) and me and Rachel split a chocolate croissant on the MAX ride back. =u=

Thursday, we went up to Washington Park, near the zoo, and practiced starting fires, using fancy compasses, pitching tents with blindfolds on, and casting fishing lines into a bucket ~50 feet away. We also got to cook an egg in a wax cup over a barbeque, which is much harder than it sounds. The egg was delicious, by the way. It rained all over us and we had to hike about two miles up and back. After lunch, the rain let up just enough for us to run around on the slippery playground below the zoo, and Mitch pulled off an amazing wet-pavement-slide of about eight feet. I thought he was going to fall and break his head. Geren's little kids were there -- his six year old daughter showed up in a fairy princess dress that was possibly the cutest thing I've seen in a month. She and her two-year old brother roasted marshmallows over the fire we four (Rachel, Robie, Mitch and I) made. The four of us, by the way, had to fit into a half-man tent. At the same time. With blindfolds on. And wet jeans.

It was pretty interesting.

Today, we met up for a 'student diversity/equity summit', which was cool enough. We played card games (the teacher gave us instructions to play some idiotic "Five Tricks" game, which we ignored in favor of Mao), did sorting activities, and eventually got around to slicing up magazines to make our own Geek School Zine about diversity and perceptions. I found a National Geographic about Iranian history and cut out a picture of a couple of Arab men in all black, with scarves over their heads and faces. Behind it, I put a dark picture of a hurricane. Over it, I pasted words like 'danger' and 'fear'. The other side has a picture of some Iranian schoolgirls in colorful clothes with their feet in a river, with a big city in the background. They're smiling at the camera and blushing, and over it is words like 'rebuilding', 'hope', and a quote that says 'We are not terrorists!'. It's pretty nifty, if I do say so myself. At lunch, we got to listen to Madgestiq do some beat poems about faith and love and the future. He's awesome, you should all go look him up. He has wicked awesome dreads and he stayed barefoot most of the day. And he was such a sweetheart. &hearts

Yeah. That was that. Sorry for leaving off midsentence, I had to jet.

fuzzy_san @ 2009-05-05T19:57:00

2009-05-06T02:58:20Z

=u= I like my hair. &hearts

fuzzy_san @ 2009-05-03T16:48:00

2009-05-03T23:44:03Z

I am the world's biggest loser.

This poem really sucks, but it wouldn't get out of my head.

2009-05-02T02:44:50Z

I suppose in the end we all start out the same,
A little bit lost on the rules of this game.
What constitutes love? How do we know what's 'right'?
How do we deal with lonely Friday nights?
How do we decide if all our decisions
Are based on true facts and not just opinions?
We puzzle and question, searching for answers,
To be plagued by wonder is man's eternal cancer.
It's a puzzle I hope I never figure out,
And my curiosity is fueled by doubt.
Through our searches, we eventually find
Some one else who's looking for their mind.
Together, I suppose things get less complex,
Because on your own, life tends to perplex.
And, yes, I know there's no greater cliche,
But I wouldn't have my life any other way.

EDIT: ...D: Why do I like this more now that I've reread it. It's still stupid.

Report!

2009-04-18T00:41:13Z

Day of Silence turned out pretty good. I was really good about keeping the silence, except once on the bus when some guys were being stupid and calling people fags. I couldn't reach them to tap them on the shoulder and hand them the card, so I said 'Guys, today is Day of Silence. Don't say that stuff.' Then I gave them the card and that was it! As far as non-verbal communication, I cheated a little bit when Rachel and I were bored in Health class, in which we got to sit the entire period. Literally. So, bored, we played charades with each other, developed our own hybrid sign language, and got 'Clockwork Orange' confused with 'Banana Time'.

It was pretty awesome.

As for the rest of the school, we got about ninety people to sign up, most of them 6th graders. Most of them knew at least a little about what they were doing, but I need to do more PR next year. It was kind of shaky this year. Also, more communication with teachers, since apparently the mass email I sent out didn't work for about half the teachers. Anyways, it was pretty successful, and I have high hopes for next year!

In other news, I think I might have contracted mono. Which sucks. Anybody who's had mono, what's it like? I've been eating very little, sleeping a lot, and generally feeling cold and shaky for a while. Is this paranormal?

And yes, I did speak to Rachel about this. It could be anything, but we're trying to be careful.

BUSY BUSY BUSY.

2009-04-16T02:18:07Z

I have been super busy this week. Tomorrow, I have to give an impromptu opening to our community meeting and make it exciting! and then DoS signup. Which, by the by, has gone very well. We got forty our first day and sixteen today. We'll make an announcement during the community meeting, where I'm hoping to clear up a few rumors I've been hearing. Then is actual Day of Silence, meet Steven, and head to Dad's. And that's the end of my second schizophrenic week this month. The next few should be alright, though. Relatively chill.

Tldr; status update: busy.

Amusing:

2009-04-09T03:24:57Z

It’s time to take drastic measures. I forcefully uncross Sirius’ arms and lay my head on his chest. “Do you hear that?”

“The voice of a Potter that I’m going to throttle soon?” queries Sirius without any true malice.

“The sound of a heart trying to burst free and give itself to the best werewolf that we know,” I exclaim. It’s a rather romantic declaration if I do say so myself.

“He’s the only werewolf that we know,” he deadpans.

“Irrelevant.”