Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Costco Pie- Day Three
It's never going to go away! I don't want to pack the pie with me either and there's no way we're going to finish it by tomorrow. Lewis should drive with the pie back with him :). I've had pie for breakfast twice this week already. Not good for me. Punishment for the Id getting the best of me. I used to love apple pie as a kid, but I guess I sort of outgrew it. What a shame.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Easy Week
Going home Wednesday. I'm just too thrilled at the thought of it. I need to make use of my camera so this week should be a good opportunity. Still have to pack though. I'm in such a good mood today, it's a wonderful feeling.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
West Side Story
On a much lighter note, Lewis and I went to see West Side Story! Our friend Nancy was one of the dancers for the Sharks' side and she was adorable as Teresita! Lewis's co-worker, Blake was also in it and played Officer Krupke well, too. I loved the set that the UCI arts department put up. The singing and dancing was strong. I think the female leads were my favorites, singing wise. I was slightly giddy watching the cast dance, it was so fun to watch. The costumes, the girls' mostly, were really cute.
I completely forgot how the plot of West Side Story went after "Tonight". I was shocked that Bernardo died because Tony stabbed him! Kind of saw Tony being shot coming, but did not expect that actual sound of a gun shot going off during the performance. I teared up a few times through out the play. Really makes me want to go see more shows. Always a treat to go to them.
Pictures courtesy of Lewis :)!
Nancy was awesome! "Aiyahhhh", hilarious.
I completely forgot how the plot of West Side Story went after "Tonight". I was shocked that Bernardo died because Tony stabbed him! Kind of saw Tony being shot coming, but did not expect that actual sound of a gun shot going off during the performance. I teared up a few times through out the play. Really makes me want to go see more shows. Always a treat to go to them.
Pictures courtesy of Lewis :)!
Nancy was awesome! "Aiyahhhh", hilarious.
Not There Yet
There are so many approaches I want to take to get through to you. Sometimes it's like talking to a brick wall. Other times it seems like you're trying to rebel by not listening, but I'd like to think that you can hear me. No matter how many phone calls, emails, MySpace messages or heart-to-hearts we have, the things I really want you to understand will never get through.
As much as I like to hear your laugh and giggle over stupid jokes or how your day went, that doesn't mean I don't want to talk about other things. Future shopping trips, afternoons dedicated for baking, or how stupid boys are, that's all we jabber about whenever we're on good terms. When I want to talk about serious stuff, you automatically turn off and act as if you can't respond. If you can still still physically hear me, you act as if you can't understand. Thing is, you don't want to understand. I know you're capable of actually doing the opposite, you're smart enough. I can't be around you unless you want me around. If I piss you off, I'm on your worst hit list. Give it a few days or weeks and I'm back to being on the okay list.
I can't get past telling you that I'm proud of you or that I love you because once I give the positive opening sentence, you're already expecting me to be serious and you change subjects. Your best shot at handling our conversations would be keeping them brief and short. No confrontation. You assure me you're fine, that you can handle it. You don't seem at ease once you pour everything out and it's looking back at you. You're hoping you don't have to deal with it anymore because it's a thorn at your side. I try to help, but once I attempt to tackle the reasons of what's going on, you shut down.
I'm starting to analyze you too much, isn't it? At least that's what you say. I know you feel uncomfortable when people try to understand you because that means you're easier to figure out for a 'complicated person'. Once the world figures out who and what you really are, there's nothing else to hide. Is that it?
As much as I like to hear your laugh and giggle over stupid jokes or how your day went, that doesn't mean I don't want to talk about other things. Future shopping trips, afternoons dedicated for baking, or how stupid boys are, that's all we jabber about whenever we're on good terms. When I want to talk about serious stuff, you automatically turn off and act as if you can't respond. If you can still still physically hear me, you act as if you can't understand. Thing is, you don't want to understand. I know you're capable of actually doing the opposite, you're smart enough. I can't be around you unless you want me around. If I piss you off, I'm on your worst hit list. Give it a few days or weeks and I'm back to being on the okay list.
I can't get past telling you that I'm proud of you or that I love you because once I give the positive opening sentence, you're already expecting me to be serious and you change subjects. Your best shot at handling our conversations would be keeping them brief and short. No confrontation. You assure me you're fine, that you can handle it. You don't seem at ease once you pour everything out and it's looking back at you. You're hoping you don't have to deal with it anymore because it's a thorn at your side. I try to help, but once I attempt to tackle the reasons of what's going on, you shut down.
I'm starting to analyze you too much, isn't it? At least that's what you say. I know you feel uncomfortable when people try to understand you because that means you're easier to figure out for a 'complicated person'. Once the world figures out who and what you really are, there's nothing else to hide. Is that it?
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
GObama!
I am ecstatic with how elections went yesterday. I've been waiting to vote for a new president since I turned into a legal adult, man. I woke up early. 6:30 early to get ready to take the bus to get to the voting site. Studied while I waited in line to vote. 8 machines were down and I patiently waited for my turn with my headphones on. I couldn't help but overhear this obnoxious guy in front of me trying to change everyone else's votes from Obama to McCain. A foreign exchange student had his camera on and wanted to interview some locals about the elections. Most declined except for of course, the guy in front of me. 20 minutes must have past and the machines were up and running again.
It took me two tries to try and vote. The day before I tried to vote early by going to the Student Center and register. No luck there...they couldn't find my address and I had to leave. I always manage to screw up a registration form one way or another. The next time was a better chance. My old address still worked and I put my vote in. Being able to buy a lottery ticket or getting a tattoo isn't a mark of adulthood. To me voting was.
It took me two tries to try and vote. The day before I tried to vote early by going to the Student Center and register. No luck there...they couldn't find my address and I had to leave. I always manage to screw up a registration form one way or another. The next time was a better chance. My old address still worked and I put my vote in. Being able to buy a lottery ticket or getting a tattoo isn't a mark of adulthood. To me voting was.
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