lying on my bed at 11 AM , staring at the stars hanging from my ceiling. thinking about life.

They just hang there, slowly spinning from almost imperceptible drafts. As I stare at them, still half-asleep and groggy, it is hard not to think about life.

I couldn't tell what I was thinking at that moment- whether I was happy or sad, frustrated or confused. It was just one of those strange moments of total contentment, ones that seem so simple and unassuming, until your life gets hard again.

Like the moments where you fish around in your bowl of pho for more meat, savory smells all around you. Like the moments where you cruise around Costco eating free cheese and sausage. Like the moments where you rock out to Party in the USA while eating dried mangoes. Facebook conversations about Harry Potter, slacking off during sit ups in PE and lying in the sun. It's the moments that sneak by you with barely a sound that resonate the most.

It's Daylight Savings and it's difficult not to look upon that one hour that seemingly slipped from our lives. The moment the clock struck 12, was it 1 AM? Was that one hour that should have been there, suddenly gone forever?

Time is ticking, and I hope I can make the most of it.

Note: I realize that this blog was supposed to address our awkward moments in life and such and it's quickly become a place to vent all my emo feelings. LIFE IS TOO BUSY TO BE AWKWARD RIGHT NOW!! *sigh

My Hero!

(first post of 2010! we fail at keeping this alive)

Have you ever learned something about someone that changes the entire scope of your friendship? Thinking you've known them, but suddenly it's as if a coin has been flipped, and your world, from head to tails? This isn't one of those petty "Why didn't you tell me" or "Thanks for leaving me out of the loop" moments. It's one of those "I am truly in awe of the person that you are"moments.

It's almost as if this hurricane has been raging in your life, me right alongside it, only I didn't feel a thing. Though you probably went through winds and rain, I stood by unscathed and unbothered. It still feels as if it's something that happens in those intense books and overly dramatic soaps, and not something that happens to your best friend. That you were that one unfortunate statistic in the bunch, the one we never think about. How did you survive it all? My heart breaks for what you've had to go through alone.

Now I see that God has truly been at work in your life. Though you undoubtedly leave this scarred, all I see is purity in you, no blemishes, no damage on your soul. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, you've come out of this a better, and more beautiful person. I always thought of you as someone who cared unconditionally for her friends, often to sacrifice paid on your part. I remember every single time I had felt the slightest bit upset or annoyed at the world, and you always made me love it again. You share my joy, and my sadness, my flaws and mistakes.... And I can never repay you for how much you've done for me.

Life will probably go on as normal, as you said it should. I'll still joke with you and laugh with you and win arguments with you (heheh). I'll still watch Friends and tacky reality TV shows with you. I'll still risk making pasta and French toast with you. But I'll always think of you as more than just a good friend (not in that way, perv). You are wonderful, and you truly give me hope.

"But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on the wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40:31

google that shit

bahahaha im in history and i just thought it was really funny when lisa said that.

and im not capitalizing any of my stuff and lisas gonna get hellaz pissed ^_____^

Lisa: LOL
we were talking about
monta vista
matadors
because we have to write a footbal story
and someone was like
WHAT IS A MATADOR
isnt it one of those sea cow things?
and mrs. blackburn is like
thats a manatee.
me: WHOOOA i didnt even know there was a thing called a sea cow
Lisa: IDK it just looks like it
google that shit
me: i didd
lolol its so funny looking.

the sea cow is officially now my new favorite animal. its so funny loookinnn... like you. tehe, i kid.

http://seapics.com/assets/pictures/000829-450-Stellers-sea-cow.jpg

ITS SO CHUBBZ. oh and we recorded (we as in dylan, brandon, seung, and mee) a video on lisas wall on facebook and it was mucho awkwardo cuz mr. collier caught us :O

-sharon

Music is amazing, amen?

I've already reiterated several times about how wonderful and amazing music can be. But sometimes people take music to a new level, using new and creative instruments, changing and twisting music into something humorous, something innovative, something different. Youtube is a great source of these amazing musical feats.
There are people who can play the saw like its the grandest violin ever made, produce pure sweet tones from glasses of water, and people who create their rhythms and beats with just a single pen and table surface.
Some people create their own beats and sounds using their own mouths, also called beatboxing. This kid is sick. Just plain sick. This guy beatboxes with a flute.
Other people create awesome remixes, song mash-ups, and inventive interpretations. This guy does beautiful piano covers of popular songs. A large percentage of them are better than the originals, IMO.
There are also those who produce creative music videos. Some are cute, some are fun and clever. There are also these typography animations, which I always find mesmerizing to watch. This isn't on Youtube but, this is a music video a for a song set up that actually allows you to interact with it. Awesome stuff.

Wish I could do stuff like this.

Every little piece of you

I think what Lisa said in the previous post is so true, in that sometimes I feel I spend far too much time feeling down, or throw myself a very.. lame pity party. It's a sad thing really, I think, that I am affected by some things that I should not care about. Those little things that don't mean anything, and hopefully I'll laugh about in the future and say what a drama queen I was in those teenage days. But lately, I have been feeling like I'm such a burden to my friends, in that I'm the only one benefiting. Like..parasitism, that whole type of symbiotic relationship - yeap, just like that. And then today, I think it was mixed in with a bad day at work, but my mom just said to me: "I really wish I didn't have you." And that kinda, just struck me really hard. It struck me in a way that I realized I had become so lost in my own world, that for a while, I had forgotten, just how important my mom was to me. And to know that I was a burden to HER - my own mommy, made me feel like such a failure. But with some tears + music (very importanto!)+ lisas article with hopes graffiti (so cute :D) I realized that I'll have to change my mom's mind. How? Through changing the way I perceive things, and of course - through prayer.

I need to be less of a ppjk (party pooper joy killer) and be more like TOTORO. <- this guy is epic! hes so big and fluffy. man, I wish I had a Totoro - and we would stand in the rain with a teeny sprout over our heads hahaha nah, really, I hope I can really try to show everyone that I really am happy - inside and out - and well show the most important person that I'm happy with who I am.

myself, i guess.


-sharon

P.S. oh! and relation to the title, im currently obsessed with: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IB4eWBqVyk&feature=channel_page

Sadness is another word for a huge waste-of-time

Somebody pretty wise told me that the other day. And it definitely is true. I've wasted so many nights of my life thinking about everything wrong that has happened to me, all the crap I've gone through, all the crap I will go through in years to come. And all that sadness, ultimately, has amounted to nothing. I've mourned over the moments dead and gone, but I was too stupid to realize that because of that, I could no longer smile for the future. So this year, things are gonna be different. Despite the stress, the difficult tests that I may or may not bomb, the assignments that I may or may not complete, the friends that I may or may not keep...In the grand scheme of things, my life is great and there's nothing to complain about.
There's always something to smile about, and even if you don't think so, you manage to make someone else smile too.
Something my friend posted a while ago that I didnt look at back then cuz my internet was down:

(btw, I love you too Hope :))
Basically, even if your life seems like it sucks, there are always people in your life who you can count on, and who count on you as well. Make your life a happy one.

Sorry this post was so lame. I was totally gonna do a more update-on-my-life type thing, but I've dragged that on a bit and there's really nothign newsworthy. Not that anyone read this anyway. *tear. Haha jk.

Stay happy,
Lisa

Listening to: "The Call" by Regina Spektor

Love at last?

Wow, being the musicslut I am, I find that rarely experience true love when it comes to certain songs or artists. But I think after I discovered a bunch of Imogen Heap's songs, I got pretty darn close. It wasn't so much "discovering" I guess, but more like...Picking up a shiny penny by chance, but losing it in a pocket in a pair of jeans, and one day, reaching in and finding out it was still in there, and it was way awesomer than I had ever fathomed. I stretched that metaphor a bit, but boy am I glad I found this penny.

Never before have the very first few seconds of a song entranced me so much, than the song Speeding Cars by Imogen Heap. This song- and all her songs actually- are all so BEAUTIFUL and are like little musical pieces of art. The lyrics and Imogen's lilting vocals just DRAW you in to another world, while the song composition itself, twists and turns, swoops and swoons, paints and creates, layers and LAYERS of rhythm beats and syncopation. Seriously, the more you listen to each song, the deeper in you fall. She's hard to define, genre-wise, but after listening you sort of just don't care anymore.

This is music.

Pure music, and beauty, and passion, and no label can change what she does. There's really no way to fully explain this music without hearing it yourself. In fact it's less like hearing. And more like feeling. When you listen, try and feel your way through the billowing layers of the wonderful enigmas Imogen Heap has created.

I definitely am feeling this music.

"Here's the day you hoped would never come. Don't feed me violins, just run with me through rows of speeding cars. The paper-cuts and cheating lovers, the coffee's never strong enough. I know you think it's more than just bad luck." <3>

I hate a lot of things.

Not too shabby of a Labor Day, IMO. Despite being dragged out to hike almost as soon as I woke up, I had an awesome time with my family, which sadly does not happen all that often, not regarding the "awesome" but more, the "time". Even during the summer, we didn't get to do much together, so this was pretty cool.
Some of the highlights:
1. Seeing like...20 lizards and yet still jumping and stopping when spotting one.
2. Me: "Raymond, if you don't shut up, I'll push you off the mountain."
Dad: "Ha! Then RAYmond, will become ROLL-mond. HAHAHAH"
...Don't ask, its some Asian dad humor.
3. Fending off bees from our SPAM and croissants. What a feast.
4. My parents commenting on how they were "outliers" in the age range of the customers at Verde.
5. Me: "These are my lazy weekend pants."
Raymond: "These are my fatty pants."
Me: "Doesn't that also make them 'everyday' pants?"
Raymond: "I knew you were going to say that. T__T"

And anyways out of all this, I realized how many things I hate and complain about on a daily basis. Like hiking for example. Honestly, I really don't even like nature that much. I just don't see the appeal of trudging up a steep hill, surrounded by dead leaves and some branches, sweating under the hot sun. On the same note, I also don't understand camping. I don't like annoying bugs, or any kinds of birds or fish. I also don't like horror movies, people who use "your" instead of "you're" or vice versa, kids with wheelies, changing in dressing rooms, seeing people I don't really know that well and deciding whether or not to say hi, and lukewarm drinks. And there must be so much more...

But do you know what I AM liking right about now? The idea that my mom might set up a PMT shop .Like. ACTUALLY set up. It's insane. I like...the fact that my super-nice/generous/awesome friend is gonna lend me a guitar to fudge my way around on. Even if I suck at it, it'll be fun. *sigh.. That's what I told your mom last night but she just wouldn- heheh. I kid. I also like finishing my first Chem Pre-lab without much of a hitch. I like the fact that I tried composing a song on the piano and didn't totally fail and actually wrote it all down. It was pretty easy, I just used the same four chords in the same progression over and over again.

But that being said, school IS starting tomorrow, and I'm def not likin' that.


-Lisa

Listening To: My crappily recorded, half-assed first attempt at song composition, currently title-less and lyric-less

Lisa, Make Love (It's Okay)

No, that is not just a reassurance to myself. It's the name of a song by a band called "Oh No! Oh My" and I thought the lyrics were hilarious and at the same time pathetically accurate. I mean, the song starts out, "Lisa had problems with talking to boys. She was lonely, and tired, and sad." ....:( How sad it is that I discover this depressing song right around homecoming time, when it is about to be proven true. Meh. Maybe it's a self-fulfilling prophecy or something.

Haha I'm totally JK, I was actually pretty damn psyched that there was a song with my name in it. My dad gets excited with these type of thing too. Like his name is "Frank" and he made a big fuss over the frankfurters in the supermarket, lol. Speaking of Asian dads, Kevjumba made a new video with his daddy in it, and it was hilarious as always. I swear my dad talks almost exactly like that, especially the way his dad said, "Your fans sucks!" Anywhooo, take a look :)


Lately, there's really not been much going on. This week was a mixed bags of highs and lows..the most obvious lows being my C on my first math quiz :( :(. I really should show my parents but I just CAN'T because they'll freak out and think I'm failing already even though I have chances to bring it up. And they'll spring a tutor on me. Idk why, but I feel very opposed to getting any sort of tutoring for some reason. I guess it's my individualism? LAWL jk. But other than that there were some truly fantastic moments strewn about throughout this week, including where I bought a pretty BAMF jacket (if only it were leather) at Goodwill for about 8 bucks. Technically, Sharon bought it, at least until I pay her back. Haha, sorry Seung, for objecting you to our aimless wanderings around the store and awkward conversations about girl problems. Let's go do something manlier next time.

Looking forward to a hopefully enjoyable and not too stressful Labor Day weekend. :-/
Listening To: "The Sun", by Maroon 5

I am so perverted, but LOOK AT THIS!

Just a really quick post of something funny I came upon this evening. My brother's friend was over today and they were playing with these Power Ranger action figure/walkie talkies today and they must have left them in my room. Only. They left them standing in a VERY questionable position. Luckily, I was amused enough to take a picture. Take a look.

I like how the red one's arm is fist-pumping like..."SUCCESS!" Lolol. If this was done on purpose, Ima need to have a little talk with my brother.... :-/ You can now leave feeling sufficiently violated. :D

-Lisa

A New Week is around the CORNER

yeah okay, that sounded a lot better in my head. I hate it when that happens, you know? when you got like a bajillion awesome ideas but you don't know how to express it on paper. It gets beyond frustrating. But there are the some lucky times when by just writing, it kinda organizes a lot of thoughts out. Hence, why we're writing blogs. Sometimes, I like to write poems (no, im not depressed) ^____^ but yeah, it helps. this poem was a lucky one and it got published in two books, even though im SURE theres room for lots of improvement! Let me know your reactions or any places you think I can improve. It would help a lot :)

Rhapsody

A rain rhapsody throws a canopied veil over the world,
Heaving its burden to the ground,
In a black and white silence.

She walks along the railroad,
Grimacing at the etchings of her stained past.
Tearing at the map of her lost soul,
A phantom of yesterday.

The tears of the sky enveloping her,
Her head is held high,
While her closed eyes plead.

The water seeps through her thin cotton clothing,
Rippling through her glistening skin,
As it purges faceless memories in f minor.

Rain begins to blow away the dust,
Singing a serenade to the girl jailed in her woven cocoon,
Entreating her tremulous heart to wake up,
To hold its hand – an escapade,
A metamorphosis,
one, two, babysteps.


- sharoon <3

P.S. oh and yes "map of her lost soul" was all inspired by EPIK HIGHH. YAY :D

The Mountain of Truth

Okay, so I have to share this story I "wrote" with my brother. Basically he forgot about it until Sunday night. Yeesh, I know, fifth grade and already procrastinating tsk tsk. and all he had was a measly draft and a vague idea, and who gets stuck to help him fudge it out? Yeuppp, you guessed it. Two hours of sleep, gone. The best part? The story was due TUESDAY, not MONDAY. At least I got paid to do it. :)
So without further ado, it is my great honor to present:

THE MOUNTAIN OF TRUTH
By Raymond Wu

Summary by Lisa Wu

So basically, there are these two brothers right? And they arrive at this BIG mountain, one of those stereotypical movie ones, complete with jagged rocks and tons of mysterious fog. The younger brother is named John, and for some reason the main character, who is speaking from first person, has no name. I will call him Bubbie. So Bubbie and John are at the Mountain of Truth in hopes of reaching the "Magic Ball", who knows answers to all questions. They want to ask the Magic Ball where their real parents are (typical), because their foster parents that they were left with since they were very young are cruel and greedy people (as always).

As they're climbing, they reach this giant fissure in the ground. Bubbie suggests they use his handy dandy rope and hook (because all 12- year olds have one, duh) to cross the fissure. John, being the annoying younger brother he is, complains and tries to start walking back, but in his stupidity and partly due to the fog, walks straight into the fissure. LE GASP! Fortunately, Bubbie has lightning-fast reflexes and saves his idiotic brother from plunging to his untimely death in the abyss. John is thankful, but shaken, as they continue their journey.

Eventually after scaling a large rock face, the brothers arrive at a small lake. There is a signpost that says "BEWARE OF PIRANHAS" and and old rickety bridge (can you COUNT the cliches in this story?) Though it is established that John is a moron, apparently this runs in the family, because Bubbie decides not to test the limits of this old rotted bridge and picks instead to DIRECTLY SWIM AMONGST THE MAN-EATING PIRANHAS. Do not ask me why. However, he suddenly discovers, that like me, he is not to talented of a swimmer (although I passed the swim test, hellyeah!). He begins to struggle and flail, and his brother jumps in and saves him. Yay for brotherly love. "That's one for one," said John, smiling. Dude my brother came up with that. T___T

So. This is the moment they have been waiting for. The Magic Ball, in all its glorious magic-ness and ball-ness, floats before them. Giddy with glee, Bubbie approaches the Ball with reverence. He asks...the question, THE question, the QUESTION, THE QUESTION, to end all questions: "Where are my real parents?"

The Magic Ball pauses before answering in a deep, rumbly voice (a la Morgan Freeman) answering uselessly, "I do not know where your parents are." And John, perhaps rightfully so, begins to flip the hell out. I mean they just braved dark abysses, steep rock faces and bloody piranhas and this dumb ball can't even answer a simple question. However, Bubbie understands. "John..our parents..They're gone." John is still like..."wth?!"

The Magic Ball then speaks again: "Your parents will never truly be gone." before freakin' exploding into an acid trip of gold shimmery lights. Suddenly...that weird harp music plays, and an image appears on the Ball...It's a memory. Think Pensieve. It shows a man and a woman clutching two infant boys. Tearfully, they lay the boys in a cardboard box in front of a doorstep. The woman sobs and says, "I hope that they'll be happy, and that they'll know no matter what happens, as long as they have..EACH OTHER, we will always be with them." Fade to black.

So apparently this makes everything aiight again, so John smiles and says, "Come on, let's head home" in that classic, overly-hearty way people say things at the end of happy movies. Complete with sunset in the background and cheesy music, Bubbie heads home with his brother John- with his parents "by his side".
*cue "awwwwwwwwwwwww's"

THE END

All I can say is he better get a fricken A, am I right? LOL.

Nice Ass-Guy

me: like i said
he's an okay person and a nice guy, but he has so many weird-ass behaviors that i would never be his best friend or anything
itd be way too annoying
Sharon: OH lol i mixed nice guy and weird ass
so i saw "nice ass"
and i was like
WHAT?

Haha this happens to us SO much. Thought I'd post this funny conversation before I forget.

Un. com. for. table.

Just finished my very first journalism assignment of the year. And it's probably the biggest journalism fail everrrr. It was just an article on my journalism teacher, but boy was that way harder than I thought it would be! I already learned a couple things:
1. Actually WRITE quotes down directly or you end up just fudging all the quotes.
2. Try and take notes that are actually discernible and coherent when you view them a few days later.
3. Making/asking your own questions is actually quite helpful when it comes down to the quotes actually being relevant to your angle, rather than being about her liking pasta or sneaking out with her boyfriend in high school.

But yeah. Something about journalism/joining the newspaper makes me nervous and stressed. Heck, almost everything about sophomore year makes me nervous. I'm not sure what it is but thinking about being actually on the paper and expected to conduct interviews and turn out articles on deadlines hella scares me. I wish I could be one of those people who is fearless regardless of the unknown-ness of their situation, but I'm really not. I hate the feeling of having to deal with new situations, or rising to new and different expectations. My whole life I've been scared of doing new things on my own, straying from my comfort zone. It's just all very...uncomfortable.

Speaking of uncomfortable, this advertisement I saw made me VERY uncomfortable. Or more like.."WTF??!"

Ok...ayyyy?
Listening to: "Feel Good Inc."- Gorillaz
-Lisa

Flagpole Fails: "Makes Me Happy"

I almost forgot what the semi-not-really-purpose of this blog was: to chronicle awkward moments of our lives. Although this doesn't top the charts in awkwardness, it felt rather strange. So I have the same name as one of my previous teachers, who worked her last year but moved away. Apparently, my current history teacher was friends with her.

*first day of school
Teacher: OMG, LISAWU! Everyday I read your name I'm gonna cryyyyyyy
Me: Um. Cool?
*next day
Teacher: Okayyy, where's LISAWU..LISAWU'S IN THE BACK NOW!
Me: Yeah...
Teacher: Haha, I should probably not call you LISAWU. It just makes me happy that you're a LISAWU.
Me: *awkward
Me: *picks up water bottle and takes drink
Me: ...It makes me happy too.
Some girl: ...That's a lie.

What an auspicious way to start class this year. Speaking of awkward, that's how I would describe the unfortunate ratio of my posts to Sharon's posts. I'm such a chatterbox. We want to hear from you too, Sharon :(
Listening to: "Lady Melody" by Tom Frager
-Lisa

If you can't take the heat...

Then get a giant bottle of ice water, and a freakin' electric fan, cuz there's no escaping it. Damn this infernal heat. I know I know...I shouldn't be complaining because some places on this Earth are just literally like...melt-your-brains hot. But heck, it really is freakin' hot. I DON'T HAVE AC. I REPEAT. I DO NOT HAVE AC. And to make matters worse, I can't even be happy about swimming Monday morning because everyday California decides to screw us over and make it freezing cold until about 10 AM. Which makes dressing appropriately a right pain in the..

But I digress. Even excluding the hellish heat, this entire week of school has been less than desirable. What with stressing about about the quality of my teachers, the people in my classes, the embarrassment of failing the swim test, balancing homework... I tried to recover from the emotional distress of returning to that same stressful environment of books and papers by doing as little as possible today...But hey! You know what? Next week we get to go BACK. And the week after THAT. And the week after THAT! That's an FML if I ever saw one.

But more-or-less, I survived, which I'm grateful for. I managed to mostly shake off the lethargy and lazy lolling of summer, and get crackin' on my homework. I don't really even have any over the weekend, except for extra study. As for teachers, most are by large an improvment over last years, particularly in French, Math, and English. My Chemistry teacher, though nice, seems to be even more random and disorganized than me.

"I don't like planning things. I procrastinate a lot. I wouldn't want to plan a whole day's hike for one hill cuz once I start walking, I might decide. HEY! THAT HILL LOOKS NICE." - Mr. L

Not quoted verbatim, but still. Please stay on one hill, Mr. L, it would do us a lot of good. And my history teacher, is...strange? Not only does she have the most bizarre grading policy everr (no homework, just two big-ass tests and projects and loads of participation points), but she tries so hard to get the students to like her that she condones going off on TWENTY MINUTE tangents about the tooth fairy. Extremely relevant to Contemporary World History, Ms. H. T___T And she claims she doesn't have favorites, though in my book, any teacher who HAS to make that claim obviously does. I mean she gives participation points for her knowing your name for goodness sake. What about us poor, demure, softspoken, nondescript Asian children? What about us? :(

Anyways, kisses for Boba, my doggy, who had a way harder week than all of us. He got neutered Thursday,and man, I will not go there, but how would YOU feel if you had your...

Btw, here's a random picture. It's a picture I edited of a waterstain that formed on my bedsheet after my hair dripped on it after my shower. IT'S A HEART, HOW COOL IS THAT?

Long post sorry if I made your eyes bleed from the abnormally high percentage of whine-age and high school angst in this one.
-Lisa

Bada-ba-da da!

If most of you (I expect all...two or three of you anyway) are staring at this post title tilting your head and wondering what the heck it's supposed to mean.... It's just my fail attempt at onomatopoeia-ing (THIS WORD IS IMPOSSIBLE TO SPELL. It's like a word made to screw people over in spelling bees) the McDonald's theme song. If you still don't know what I'm talking about, you must live under a rock, and I hope you're comfortable under there.

ANYWAYS. Wow. I am distracted. Haha first week have school has been..tough to say the least, maybe I'll write more on that later when I have more time. But basically what I wanted to do in this post was introduce the "I'm Lovin' It!" Section in the sidebar. Essentially, it's like...AwkwardFlagpole Sparknotes. It consists of certain topics addressed in recent posts, or just basically cool stuff that we've been enjoying during the week. Haha, perhaps that analogy wasn't quite adequate, but close enough.

The links themselves aren't necessarily important to click on. Heh. I only picked the LinkList option because I liked the look of the blue links versus the plain black ones in the List Option. So sue me for enjoying the aesthetic appeal of colored font. T__T. Usually the links that matter are titled with something like "video" or "fun blog" or something else that will more or less prompt you to click it. Otherwise it'll just be some weird picture of the thing in question. I mightttt link some of the I'm Lovin' It's to the posts in which they belong to, but most likely I'll be too lazy. (I've found that almost everything I don't do in life links back to this excuse)

So yeah. Hopefully that'll be something interesting to look at. Hope you're all doing well, and as always thanks for reading. :)

-Lisa

Dr. Seuss is so freakin' smart

I'll probably write a longer post later when I have more time, but I don't really so I'll just leave you with this. I've always loved Dr. Seuss, but for some reason today I got to thinking about how much meaning his books REALLY have. I think its amazing that he can be able to get across many important concepts like the environment (the Lorax) and valuing the true spirit of Christmas (Grinch!) in colorful playful formats that even little kids can enjoy! I remembered this one in particular, Oh, The Places You'll Go! I always thought it was really inspiring, and maybe it'll help pull us out of our back-to-school-slump:

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look ‘em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any
you’ll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you’ll head straight out of town.
It’s opener there
in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen,
don’t worry. Don’t stew.
Just go right along.
You’ll start happening too.
OH!
THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!
You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.
You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you’ll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

The poem is a bit longer than this, so you can read the rest yourself. But I really love the idea of overcoming these hardships in our life now, and we'll all end up in big, great places someday. :)

"And will you succeed? Yes, you will indeed! (98 and 3/4% guarenteed!) KID, you'll move mountains!"

Saying Goodbye to Summer and Hello to Crap

Crap = school. and I can have a long geometric proof as to why that is, but I won't get into that :)

Today, I woke up late - which is weird cuz usually im all like:

"OMG. OMG. ITS SCHOOOL YAYAYAYAY" and like wake up at the crack of dawn to leave. but this year, I woke up something like this:

"aadlkdjlakdj. crap. ughh :( " Which is.. nice. But to make matters worse, I had to put on my clothes in record time and rush out the door. Zoom zoom zoom.

I got to school, and it was the weirdest feeling! Because it felt like we hadn't had school in like 2 days or something and it was back in freshman year - like deja vu or something o.o weird weird.

And then, A period was alright, 'cept the analysis teacher mistook me as a lost freshman -_____-;; Oh and to make my life even more dandy, I got approached by a link crew member asking if I needed help getting to my next class

T_____T FML man. I should wear a shirt saying "I'M A DAMN SOPHOMORE." Oh yeah :D that sounds cool. Haha the rest of school was okay but it generally got worse as i got more and more sleeeepyy

^_________^

Damn. I forgot how good school is a place to nap. Hopefully your day was better than mine Lisa! :P

- sharooonn.

Oh yeah, and to make matters worse, in my school picture i look like a bloody idiot. D:

Rubik's Cube Cake

Maybe I'm a nerd, but I think this has to be one of the coolest things ever:

It's a CAKE. Ain't it awesome?! :D :D. If only I could actually have enough baking skizzles to pull that out. We'll see ;)

*sigh. Another summer come and gone, and nothing substantial enough to hold onto than a few memories and some pictures. Hopefully, years from now I'll be able to look back at this summer and remember all of the time I've spent with everyone. This summer was...a summer of buying a Bio SAT prep book, taking pages of notes, then losing the workbook and buying a new one. This summer was days of biking to drink PMT and eating fries. This summer was spending all my money on candy at Ralph's, swinging lanyards, stoichometry, and cross-dressing. This summer was missing CTY, mosquito bites, and bad luck in Hawaii. This was a summer of azn-photobooth pictures, eating pretzels, and standing around awkwardly. This summer was...watching my brother walk around the house in only boxers(one day he was wearing two pairs on top of each other, God knows why), trying to keep my room neat and failling, playing Nancy Drew computer games and getting signficantly scared (GOD I KNOW IM A CHICKEN, ALRIGHT?). This summer was sleeping in til 11, not practicing piano, watching George Lopez and The Nanny, hearing endless lectures about my future.. and dreading school.

But, as all other good things, it must come to an end I guess. :-/ I only wish I could've enjoyed it more, but..ah, well there you go. Thanks to everyone who made it so awesome :D

Ugh I can't even enjoy our 8:15 school start time cuz I have to pick up my schedule. Watch me walk into the wrong classroom and stand there for 10 minutes awkwardly, or sit down, before I figure it out. T___T