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|Saturday, July 24th, 2004|
|We'll meet again...
Hey everybody, I just wanted to tell everyone that I've ditched this journal. I've got a new one up under the alias ouzelum_bird. That is all.
|Sunday, June 27th, 2004|
|Que Sera Sera and all that shit
Well, after making me wait for almost half a fucking year, I finally got word back from the UW.
...I didn't get in.
[blubbers like an idiot] Current Mood: crestfallen
|Friday, June 18th, 2004|
|Somewhere beyond the sea...
I might have a job. Probably not a paying one, but the experience would definitely pay off in the future, especially if I do end up majoring in Oceanography. Even if I don't, this work would provide me with something to do this summer and
will help me know whether I'm cut out for this type of work or not. Win-win situations amidst possible pain-pain.
Last night I received an e-mail reply from Professor Beauchamp of the UW Aquatic and Fisheries Department. He informed me that even though he had to take off for a week if I wanted to get in contact with a couple other professors in the Oceanography Department I should feel free to. This morning I got another e-mail saying that if I wanted to stop down there next week for a tour they'd be glad to have me around. Sweet!
In Beauchamp's e-mail he outlined the work I'd be doing and I'm just a little nervous.“Working in our group would involve a mix of lab, field and computer work. We'll have periodic fieldwork in Puget Sound and Lake Chelan this summer-perhaps in Lake Washington or other waters as well. This would entail catching fish with nets, doing nighttime hydroacoustic surveys (Sonar), sampling zooplankton, etc. Lab work would be the common activity-processing stomach samples from fish, counting zooplankton samples, estimating age & growth from scales or otoliths, potentially some experiments, data entry and analysis, etc.”
I'm sure they wouldn't bother giving me any task too daunting for an incoming freshman with little to no experience in this type of work, but I'm just worried I'll be a hindrance above all else. I'll definitely be following up on this job, since even in my cowardice I think it sounds fun. It'll be hard work, but I'm gonna keep my chin up. The one thing that really worries in the e-mail is that Professor Beauchamp was told by Jonathan Frodge (he’s an old family friend, coached my community basketball team, I’ve known his daughter since we were both in kindergarten, etc.) I’m “highly recommended” and I know Mr. Frodge just said that to help me out, and I’d hate to make him look bad. Hopefully I won’t suck too badly at this.
Positive. Need to be positive. Current Mood: geeky
|Sunday, June 13th, 2004|
|Kickin' it for you Old Skool
Yay! I finally got around to using a different icon. This I snagged from a site called "Pretty Pieces of Paper" and what can I say? It's Xander and it's a line from Allen Ginsberg poetry. How could I resist? Current Mood: happy
|"The darnest thing," says kid
My mom showed me this last night, but I didn't get a chance to post it. Recently, her kindergarteners have started to write sentences and were told to make up a few lines about the rain forest.
to say "The monkeys are chitchatting in the trees."
It read: "The munkies are shit satting in the trees."
You gotta laugh at the simple things in life. Current Mood: amused
|Saturday, June 12th, 2004|
|In Which I Panic and Discuss Nothing of Interest to You
Wow, this summer is gonna be insane. So far things have been fairly relaxed around here (I wasted away an entire afternoon and evening playing Bust-A-Move; 4 HOURS STUCK ON THE SAME LEVEL! UGH!) But now that I’ve actually started to think about all the stuff that I need to accomplish in the next few months I’m getting the beginnings of real worry coagulating in my stomach. Eww.
First and foremost, this move to the basement is gonna be a lot more complicated than it should be. We need a family meeting and my aunt and grandparents have shown in the past that they care very little for such things. The root of all our problems with the basement and ownership of the basement can be linked back to their inability to host fair family meetings and discussions. But, ya know what, my aunt had the basement (took the damn thing and never bothered to consider that my sister deserved it far more), stayed for all of two months, left it vacant for three years, so she had her chance and fuck her. I’ll use it if she won’t.
However, my dad just informed me that the basement doesn’t access the Internet. Big roadblock since I (might) be starting college in the fall. He says if he gives it some thought and talks to our cable company something can probably be worked out, but I’m worried about the cost. Not to mention that the computer I’m currently using malfunctions at least once a day and is getting steadily worse and worse. According to mom, she and dad have talked about getting me a new one, but with the cost of the new line for the Internet, who knows if that will be put on hold.
Not to mention mom and dad are arguing about whether they want new wood flooring and new paint for the walls, or if they should just give the paint job a miss and settle on the flooring. And if my grandparents and aunt should move to the floor at street level and have mom and dad move down to the second floor and me below everybody so that I’m on level with the backyard. Oh, it’s such a mess. I’m barely keeping track of everything. Also, Jenn is scheduled to move out sometime in the coming months, yet that’s neither here nor there. Criminey.
So, once mom’s done with her kindergarteners for this year we’ll have to have that meeting and figure out what in hellfire (DARK FIRE! THIS FIRE IN MY SKIN!) is goin’ on. It hurts to even think about.
Onward – to happier things!
Earlier tonight I attended Megan Frodge’s graduation party where I saw Mao, a friend of mine from elementary school and we both did a bit of a double take when we realized who the other person was. Freaky. She’s doing fine, though, so that’s all good. Megan’s dad also introduced me to a professor from the UW School of Aquatic and Fishery Sciences, we traded e-mail addresses and I might have a research job position this summer. Which would definitely give me higher priority than those other folk on the waiting list (that I shouldn’t even be on, but I won’t go into that). So that’s all good.
Filled out my job application for Barnes and Noble and I’ll stop by Roosevelt on Monday to get some personal recommendations before dropping it off at the store. I might also go down to the aquarium to investigate some volunteer opportunities. UGH. SO MUCH TO DO.
I’m cool. Really I am.
(Closing Note: Dude. I never realized that a joke on MST3K referenced this song. That joke just got a lot funnier.) Current Mood: stressed
|Tuesday, June 8th, 2004|
|Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring - Banana Phone!
Well, I did it. I graduated. It hasn't really sunk in for me yet that high school is over and done with for me. It will soon enough, but for the moment I merely believe I'm on a temporary leave of absence and that I'll be coming back in September. But that won't happen.
Eh, I have time to figure it all out.
Oh, and Hayley, you would've been proud. After the ceremony I gave Matt a hug. Now I only wish I'd done it sooner. Still, today is the first day of the rest of my life, and I'm too happy to have regrets at the moment.
As for tonight, I'm going to Senior Spree and won't be home until 7 in the morning. I'll post pictures from both the ceremony and Spree tomorrow. Have fun all you Beavers! Don't trip! Current Mood: ecstatic
|Monday, May 24th, 2004|
|Thursday, May 13th, 2004|
|Posing a question to the questioning masses
Since I haven't updated this thing is weeks, I suppose I can come back at you guys with a question. Fun, eh? This one goes out to all the folks on my buddy list in the class of '04.
With graduation and the rest of our lives looming just beyond the riverbend, what aspects of college are you most looking forward to? Conversely, what has you shivering in your shoes and reducing your thought patterns to little more than incomprehensible swearing and babbling?
For me, I think what I most desperately need right now is a clean slate. I've been settled into the same routine for so long, and it's driving me batty. I need something new, something different and fresh. It should come as no surprise that this is the exact same reason I have for being anxious for summer break. While I usually love learning, I can't wrap my mind around a thing. I'm astounded that I can still form coherent sentences. I'm dying for closer. This chapter of my life is drawing to a close, and it's dragging. I can't believe I'm making this comparison, but this is The Council of Elrond
of my life. The information and knowledge I gain here will be vital to the success of the rest of the journey, but it doesn't know when to shut up
. Yet I have to slosh my way through all of it before I get to the good part.
I'm also terribly anxious to move out. If you'd asked me even a year ago if I would move out for my freshman year of college I would've told you no, because why on earth would I want to make things that much more difficult on myself? Well, you know what? I don't care. I love my family dearly, but if I don't get out of this house soon, I'll do something rash. So, yea, I have to say moving out has a high potential of brightening my mood.
But to counterbalance the goodness that's likely to come with college, there is also the bad to consider. The responsibilities that will be lumped on me are going to be a shock, like an "AH!" moment in a movie you've already seen. You know it's coming, and you know exactly when to jump, but it still startles you regardless. Huge amounts of schoolwork and studying, added to a job, paying bills, dealing with roommates for the first time and who knows what all else. I haven't a clue what's coming, even when I think I do. It's a little unsettling, because everything is going to change so drastically and so quickly, and I can only hope that I'll be able to cope and won't snap under the pressure.
So what are you - kids of '04 - looking forward to or dreading? Current Mood: lethargic
|Thursday, April 22nd, 2004|
|I am the very model of a modern major general
I’ve been away for eons and I suppose that being granted all the free time that I have been due to WASL scheduling, I have a chance to write. Now that I’m out of the practice, though, it’s hard to come back. All the same, I’ll do this entry just for the heck of it. Don’t want people to think I’m dead.
This morning was hectic. Since I don’t have to be at school until 10 o’clock, I slept in long past when I should’ve. I woke up at 9:15 and in a blaze I somehow managed to brush my hair and teeth and get dressed more or less simultaneously. All in under 3 minutes, as well. I stomped up the hill to reach the 48 bus stop, hoping and praying that it would come soon. No such luck. The damn thing didn’t pull up until 9:40 and I still had a half hour long ride ahead of me. Ugh. It isn’t that I care much about being late to school anymore – especially this week – but the fact is that if I can’t make it to school right on time, my mom’ll have a cow and will make me go at the regular time. Nothing doin’ there.
All the same, I got to class around 10:10 in spite of everything. Today, however, things were a bit more leisurely since I had Science Olympiad first period. At Roosevelt we have all the students from all the science classes divided into different groups, placed throughout the school, competing at different scientific games (we built towers out of drinking straws and tape, measured different masses and volumes, and named different elements on the periodic table today) until the top teams fight to the death on Friday and the winners eat the hearts of those they’ve defeated and everyone gets fabulous prizes. It’s nerdy, but fun at the same time. The only problem being that I went to the wrong room and the wrong group and ended up loving it. Tyler and Ben from band were both there, Colleen and Holly from Sportsboosters, and a nice guy named Riley. We all got along really well and I don’t want to go be with my actual group, wherever they are. I laughed when I walked into the class because Ben saw me and started to wave frantically, calling me over to join their group. I felt welcomed. It was nice.
In Japanese we battled to see who would be the next Iron Chef. It wasn’t really that Iron Chef-y: we were simply given ingredients and made some rolls of sushi. Good fun that was. Nina and Reid and I – though it was mostly just Reid – rolled the sushi, sliced it up, and placed in decoratively on a paper plate. w00t. After that came Creative Writing where we’ve started scheduling to figure out where we’ll attack next for Guerilla Poetry. Next Wednesday my group will be going into Werner’s fifth period. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but it should be fun. Werner will no doubt tease me about it for ages, but whatever.
Last but not least, I get to dance at a wedding on Saturday! I don’t usually like weddings, but this should be fun. One of the gals from Organized Irish Chaos is getting hitched and requested that we come perform. The groom gets Jewish dancing, and I’m so in on that, too.
Otherwise, life is lackluster, but I can’t complain. Kill Bill Vol. 2
was fantastic and I want Pai Mei’s beard. I want to go see it again soon. Current Mood: sleepy
|Wednesday, April 14th, 2004|
|So we meet again. For the first time, for the last time...
My Irish dance group, Organized Irish Chaos, will be performing in FOLK LIFE! I'm so fucking excited! If you're around, come cheer us on or pelt us with rocks and garbage. I don't care. Either is okay with me, because WE GOT INTO FOLK LIFE!
That's all. I'll try to write a huge entry soon, probably composed of many one-liner updates, since I only today realized I haven't written in this thing for over two months. Hehe... Current Mood: accomplished
|Tuesday, March 2nd, 2004|
|Monday, March 1st, 2004|
|It's official. There's nobody left in New Zealand to thank.
I have mixed feelings about Lord of the Rings
sweeping the Oscars. On the one hand, it was mostly for technical awards (and WETA has done some damned
impressive work) but, really, I only cared that it got Best Director and Best Picture. I don’t care what anyone says, Peter Jackson deserved that Oscar and I’m happy for him. I also regard the award for Best Picture as a gift for the trilogy as a whole. So agree with me or not, that’s where I stand.
What I really didn’t like was “Into the West” getting Best Song. I can’t stand the song. I really, truly can’t. Why? I dunno. It's fun to be a traitor, though. And perhaps I just have a soft spot for “Belleville Rendezvous” but I whole-heartedly feel it was the best of the five nominees. It was certainly the only one that had any bloody life in it. Plus a guy played a bicycle for the live performance. That’s just cool. I would’ve been glad to hear the song performed in French, though. Second to “Belleville Rendezvous” I would’ve been happy to see “Kiss at the End of the Rainbow” get Best Song.
Other than my irrational indignation about Best Song, the Oscars were boring. Speaking of, the song with Ferrell and Black was great. Some other random thoughts, with convenient bullet-format!:
-Blake Edwards’ wheel-chair thing was funny.
-Katherine Hepburn! [sniffle]
-Bob Hope's: "Don't worry all you losers out there. You can always run for governor."(I'm guessing at the quote. I'm not sure.) As someone on a message board said, history has a funny way of recycling its jokes.
-I’d like to be able to say Bill Murray deserved Best Actor but I haven’t seen Lost in Translation
-Loved the woman accepting for The Barbarian Invasions
as Best Foreign Film: “We’re so thankful that Lord of the Rings
didn’t qualify for this award.” Hehe.
-Seeing Johnny Depp and Benico del Toro sitting right next to each other made me think of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
And, yeah, that’s all. Whoo for almost three hours of my life wasted. Current Mood: bored
|Sunday, February 22nd, 2004|
Well, I'm back.
The coast was absolutely loverly. We were blessed with a pleasantly warm, but not too hot weekend, which was just sheer luck on our part. So, yeah. Right now, I'm just popping in to say hallo, because I really need a shower. Eww. Mom says I smell like outdoors, when in fact it's some awful combination of seawater, bonfire, and sweat. Yummy.
But, yeah. Though lots of lessons were learned from this expedition, we all seemed to have a good time. I'll write more later. The shower is beckoning. Current Mood: exhausted
|Wednesday, February 18th, 2004|
|I. HAVE. RISEN.
(may god have mercy on us all...)
Uh, hallo all. Due to the overwhelming amount of things NOT HAPPENING in my life currently, I felt no compulsion to update and make you, my faithful readers (all 2 of you), share in the dullness. Mostly I've been catching up on sleep and reveling in having the house to myself for hours at a time. Oh, and reading. But that's a given.
I gobbled up Daniel Wallace's Big Fish
in a couple hours and then went to see the movie the next day. Burton reworked a lot of the elements in the book in really nifty and clever ways, so I enjoyed both for their own reasons. Currently, I'm making my way through The Cave
by Jose Saramago, which sometimes I'll really, really like and others be indifferent toward. The style is something that you'll either get into or you'll hate, but I'll grant that it's very unique and Saramago's evidently talented to make it flow so well. An entire page of run-on sentences that is actually a trio settled in philosophical conversation without
paragraphs or quotation marks? Yipes. But he manages to make it work more often than not, and I don't think I've been confused by who was speaking. I'm impressed with both Saramago and myself. [smile]
Other than that, I've been vegetating. And it's really, really lame. I hate it. I love having the house to myself - who wouldn't? But I miss everyone. That applies to Roosevelt and
Ballard friends. The most I've done with others this break was chillin' with Hayley and Katie to watch the first half of Fiddler on the Roof
which was loads of fun. I'm leaving for the coast Friday morning and I won't get back till late on Sunday evening. So, really, it's coming down to the wire and I'd like to talk to somebody
before I go.
Ahh, bitch, bitch, bitch. I knew this would happen. Ignore me. I'll be fine later. [smacks self]
Last night was good, though. Driven by the a sudden urge, dad and mom agreed to let me go to the local QFC at ten o'clock last night to purchase a steak for myself. So we set everything up, and at about eleven, I had myself a damn
fine piece of beef, a potato, and some Cookies 'n Cream ice cream for dessert. Then I went to bed and had some dream about a whale adoption agency. Sweet dreams. Current Mood: bored
|Sunday, February 8th, 2004|
While digging through old Word documents, I happened across this gem and thought that it would remind some of you of a more carefree and stupider time. I present to you: The Silent Clown Meets the Gentle Prince'Trowa said, "..."
And Quatre yelled, "I LOVE YOU!!"
Trowa said, "..."
And Quatre cried.
The End Current Mood: nostalgic
|Thursday, February 5th, 2004|
|Two riders were approaching, the wind begins to howl...
My schedule's been pretty hectic recently, but I'm alive and bored to tears! I hope to sleep all day Saturday, damn everything. I'm so exhausted, and I desperately need the rest. I can't stop sniffling and I can't afford to be sick.
So instead of actually updating
, I provide this brief questionnaire, the concept of which amuses me greatly. Fill it out if you want to; I'm keen to get some funny answers. Ciao. If my livejournal was a fandom...
a. Who would the shippers pair me with?
b. Who would the slashers pair me with?
c. What would a Mary Sue in my fandom be like, OR who is most likely to be turned into Canon Sue?
d. When or how did I/will I jump the shark? ("Jumping the shark" means the point at which a series goes irretrievably down the tubes in your opinion.)
e. Write a one sentence summary of the story that would win the Best Fanfic Award in my fandom. Current Mood: sleepy
|Friday, January 30th, 2004|
|Wednesday, January 28th, 2004|
|Honors Society, where the smart kids clean up after the dumb ones
Sorry I haven't been updating a lot recently. I've been studying for finals (which are mercifully OVER), adjusting to my new schedule, reading, and rethinking a lot of priorities. It's been a very enlightening month, this January of 2004. It's been hard, mentally and physically, but I've survived and I've come out more or less on top. So three cheers for me! Huzzah!
In the past week I read The Alchemist
and I Capture The Castle
both of which are fine, uplifting and very sweet books, though the latter was not so much with the happy-happiness towards the end. Still a good read, though I am happy to be on Stephen King's The Shining
right now. I'm only a few chapters in, but it's quite good.
Actually, since that provides me with a fairly decent springboard, guess what I did today? Clean up around Roosevelt for community service hours! Yay. Actually, I've technically
finished all my hours, but I BS-ed way too many for my conscience not to be mighty miffed at me. And it was actually a fun experience because Geoffrey, Dylan and a sweet guy named Tyler walked around with me.
The reason I jumped onto this from The Shining
is because Roosevelt is pretty widely renowned for having a drinking problem. I found out today just why that is. As we walked around to the side of the school, we noticed -- not a beer bottle -- but an empty wine
bottle. The label was torn and soaked so we had no idea what the brand was, but it was rank
. My hands still smell bad and I had a glove on. But my story's only begun.
We began to see more and more wine bottles scattered around in the bushes and started to joke that it was just like Easter. It was almost something out of a movie as we climbed up the bank to find a huge pile of wine bottle lying in plain sight amongst the trees. We were so amazed that we counted and realized there were over thirty of them just sitting there, some still a quarter or so full. We'd tip them over to find chunky, stinking deep red fluid glug out into the grass, often we had to recoil from the stench. These thirty were added to the other twenty or so we'd found on our way up there in the first place!
What struck us as funniest, though, was that we didn't find a single
beer bottle. It was all wine. Very cheap, nasty wine that we figure someone got from Safeway, since we found a treasure trove of grocery bags close by the bottles. [laughs] We couldn't even carry our garbage bags because they were so weighted down. Just goes to show that we really are a school of stupid rich kids, because why all the wine and no beer? Our students have parents that can afford all that wine. Or perhaps the beer drinkers are better at hiding it.
We finally lunged it back inside, with Dylan joking all the while that stories would be told of "Old Dylan" and his Bag of Wine Bottles and the gifts he would bring to little children. [laughs] We had a lot of fun being thoroughly grossed out together. Among our other treasures, I found a quarter, Dylan a juggling club; we discovered a yogurt cup that expired in October 2002, a dragon pendant, and an old nametag belonging to one "Matt Roper." [laughs]
Other than that, my classes are going fine, except my math class which is going soooo slow that I might have to kill myself. Pity since the teacher's a really nice guy. Ah, well.
Have Irish Dance tonight, which I'm gonna suck at! I haven't been in over a month, so I'm looking forward to it. I've got some homework to finish so this is Alicia signing off! Current Mood: tired
|Sunday, January 25th, 2004|