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[24 Apr 2007|05:43pm] |
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Just wanted to post and let everyone know that I'll be starting University of California, Irvine in the fall as a Junior in the Department of Biological Sciences. I accepted my spot this afternoon. Next stop... Med School
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[10 Aug 2006|03:41pm] |
Ok i was given the letter P and told to find 5 songs that begin with it.
1. People are People - Depeche Mode
2. Pain - Four Star Mary
3. Pedestrian Wolves - Oingo Boingo
4. Pearl's Girl - Underworld
5. Pride (In The Name Of Love) - U2
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[17 Jun 2002|09:38am] |
Well this weekend was nice, I finally got to see Kurt after three weeks of being apart, which sucked. Getting to Oakland was a feat and a half. I left my house for work at 6:50 am, so that I could leave early. Well Friday was the big huge hellish Laker Victory Parade. This was the first time I hated working in Downtown L.A.! It rocked to be close to the Staples Center and Convention Center when E3 was in town, it was easy to walk down there. But I think that the Lakers should be forbidden from winning another championship, my building was a virtual war zone. As I walked up to the building, I saw a swarm of people outside, that freaked me out, what the fuck! Well it turned out that the local WB affiliate was doing a livefeed from outside the building. There were a handful of the crazy rabid fans but the big crowd was mostly police officers. YAY for LAPD! I went upstairs and put my suitcase in my cube. Susana (my cube mate) and I decided to brave the burgeoning crowd and get a bit of breakfast before we could no longer leave our building. Once again there was a gaggle of police officers.
As the morning wore on, it became apparent that no one in the company was going to get much done, the noise from the street was horrendous. It sounded like there were thousands of dying sheep outside our doors. (stupid horns that were being sold.)
At 11:30 the parade started and my boss convinced me to go downstairs and watch with everyone. YAWN. Look it's a tall black man wearing a hat. there's another one. Look there are the Laker Girls. Look it's hot out and these people are scary. Look there's a crowd to get into the elevators and go back to the office. So forth and so on.
Finally it was 2:00 pm, time for me to head to the airport. YAY! Right? Not so much, the trains were over filled running late and a 40 minute trip took me an hour and a half. Then I got flagged by security. FOR NOTHING! I made it to the gate a half hour before my flight. Thank goodness the flight was delayed.
I landed in Oakland and the only thing I could think was I can't wait to see Kurt. There he was, waiting for me. We had plans for dinner with Ray and Erin, which was lovely. We went to La Pinata (super groovy on the food tip) and then went back to the house, we watched some Tivo and I conked out (long day, ya know.)
Saturday was Kurt's day, meaning he made all the calls for the day, errands it was, and I even got contacts at Costco. Which I needed badly. We got back to the house and it was 7 pm, Heather had called, it was her b-day (oops I forgot about that!) and she was having a BBQ, but it was already over, I was going to call and say thanks for inviting us, but we're having some alone time. The only bummer was that we didn't make it to the Vulcan, I want to see Skye's new home. :(
Sunday we were supposed to go to Will's grad from Stanford, but we overslept. I talked to Gigi, because she was going to the party for him, and said that we'd see her there. Stupid Suzette then got a killer headache, and the rest of the day was spent wishing for my head to explode. I really wanted to see everyone.
My flight home was actually eventful also, I started talking with this girl, about my age, turns out she's doing the same thing I'm doing, boyfriend in the Bay, lives in L.A. We're talking about the moving thing, you know the conversation that goes 'one of us needs to move closer to the other' and she says that her boyfriend's family is in PA, I say that my boyfriend, Kurt's, sister lives in NorCal, and then proceed to find out that her boyfriend is also named Kurt. Odd but true.
All in all this was a great weekend, even though I didn't get to see my friends. I promise, 4th of July, I'll make sure to see y'all.
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[01 May 2002|12:03pm] |
I'm getting really excited about this weekend. I'm flying to Northern California on Thursday night instead of Friday, which is rather pleasant, because it means I get a little more time with my boyfriend.
From time to time, people say to me "aren't you afraid of flying now?" I always answer "No, of course not!" But it got me thinking, why should I be afraid of flying? Flying is safer than driving, you don't often hear about plane crashes that were head-on collisions with another plane, do you? No, because they don't happen, but every single day you hear about head-on collisions between cars. Then the argument is brought up about airport security. Well I felt safe before 9/11 flying and I feel safe now. I have to be honest though, I can't figure out how keeping people from seeing off passengers at the airport makes it safer. Everyone had to go through the x-ray machine before, and it's the same damn machine now that it was a year ago. I kinda resent the fact that I can't see my boyfriend off, or get seen off at the airport or that I can't meet someone at the gate. That was always the best part of flying for me when I was growing up. To get off the plane and see my family and/or friends waiting for me at the gate, to know I was expected. Walking off a plane now seems cold and sterile. Remember what it was like to watch planes take off? How cool it was when you were a kid? Well that's been taken away. And you know, it's not fun sitting in an airport for three hours waiting for your flight all alone. When I used to fly the person who dropped me off could sit with me at the airport bar and chat. I hate sitting by myself in the airport, I feel like a loser surrounded by losers. In other words, it sucks! And the things you're no longer allowed to bring on a plane as carry ons, WTF? You can't bring tweezers on board because what, you're gonna groom the crew to death? The big dark plan is to pluck everyone's eyebrows until they turn over the plane? Come on, let's get real. What can I do with my nail file, make everyone cry uncle by creating a horrible noise with the emory board? I think that the the TSA needs to address the real dangers and stop picking on things that aren't the dangers. I'm much more concerned about say a knife than a roll of quarters, and yet, every time I have a roll of quarters in my bag I get stopped.
I've flown international since 9/11. If you think the US is bad, you should see the regulations they have in place in Aruba. You can't bring ANY electronic devices into the terminal, that includes cell phones, walkmen, game boys. Check out the list. http://www.olmco.com/phpBB/security.html
Ok, enough venting right now. Next up, what happened last night on BTVS and how it will change the focus of the show.
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[01 May 2002|11:27am] |
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Sometimes I think I'm the biggest idiot on the planet. This past Sunday was one of those moments. I went with Ryan and Divya to see Skye in San Diego and we all went to Cirque Du Soleil on Saturday. Sunday I helped a little in their garden before I caught the train back to Los Angeles. (As an aside, trains are cool! I really enjoyed my journey on the Surfliner to San Juan Capistrano) At Union Station I got on the subway and then at Wilshire and Western I got on the bus that would take me to my home. My mother had dropped me off at the train station the day before with a hug and a "I'll see you on Monday sweetie, don't forget I've got the meeting Sunday in Santa Barbara." So I knew I'd have the apartment to myself that night, which I was looking forward to. So I walk up my stairs with my nice heavy bags and put my key in the screen door only to find that my key didn't work, then I noticed that the knob was different. Straight away I freaked out. Started to cry, the whole nine yards. I went across the street to the park and tried Mom's cell phone, but her cell doesn't work in Santa Barbara for some reason. So I'm now crying, walking with my heavy bags back to the house, and I see that my downstairs neighbors are home. So I go and talk to them. Turns out Mom had locked herself out of the house while getting ready to leave for Santa Barbara, she called a locksmith from the neighbors and he replaced the knob and lock. She hadn't left a key with them though. So now I know what happened but I still don't have a place to sleep that night. So I called my friend Kara, who rescued me (I'm surprised that my neighbors didn't offer me their couch, but oh well, right?) and I went to her house. Luckily Mom had forgotten to lock the laundry room and I had one outfit for work in there. So off we went to Kara's. And I tried calling Mom all night long. I didn't sleep much, but I headed off to work, lugging my bags from the weekend. I kept trying to reach my mother and at about 9:30 I finally did. She asked me what had happened and I told her. She then said to me "Honey, didn't you try turning the knob?" She had left it unlocked! So I suffered for nothing, I could have slept in my own bed that night. Yet another example of Suzette the Dunce.
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[09 Apr 2002|01:17pm] |
The first thing I need to say is never get the vegetarian pizza from Roundtable Pizza at the Oakland airport. I spent all of yesterday sick as a dog and still don't feel well today. Well at least it happened at the end of the weekend instead of the beginning of the weekend.
This situation between Israel and Palestine is echoing in my home still. Mom and I keep fighting over what's happening, and what's happened. I do understand why Israel was founded, (which is always her first argument) I lost family during the Holocaust, I'm proud of my Jewish heritage, and I want to raise my children the way I was raised, with knowledge of my heritage but not forcing them to be religious. But I also can see the Palestinian side of the coin. Their homeland was ripped from them and they were made refugees. Have you ever seen the conditions they live in? It's squalor. I don't agree with the concept of the intifada, but I understand why people feel the need to do something. Part of me thinks that what Israel has done to the Palestinians is as bad as what the Americans did to the Japanese-Americans during WWII, or what the Japanese did to the Koreans... the list of oppressions goes on and on.
I read an article about the Palestinian girl who blew herself up at the supermarket in Jerusalem today. It made me cry because here was the knowledge that babies are killing babies and that the parents are hurting and the families are hurting and yet no one can do anything to stop it.
http://www.msnbc.com/news/734782.asp?pne=msn
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[01 Apr 2002|08:40am] |
Often times I wonder what the secret is. I mean, there are people out there who seem like they never have anything bad happen to them, and then there are people who seem to live for the suffering. I don't fit into either category. Sometimes I'm happy and sometimes I'm sad and sometimes things seem like they can only get worse. And yet I don't want to do anything crazy because of it. So why do others?
I don't understand how people can become suicide bombers, ya know? Every morning I turn on the tv and see that another Palestinian has blown themselves up and made themselves a "martyr". What's that about? Do they really think killing themselves and others will make the Israeli government go 'duh, what were we thinking?' That's not how it works! And the Israelis aren't any better, 'oh since this crazy militant just blew themselves up and killed 17 innocent people, we should attack the Palestinians."
Violence begets violence. Get the picture.
Children shouldn't worry about dying at a Passover Seder. Children shouldn't worry about dying walking home from school. And yet in Israel, they have to. That's just messed up.
I guess it just scares me a lot. I thought that we'd finally see peace in the Mideast and instead I now feel like I'll never be able to go to Israel and see the country. Because I don't want to be killed by some loony 18 year old when I go to a restaurant or store or Passover Seder.
humph!
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[21 Feb 2002|12:17pm] |
It's been the strangest couple of weeks. How I could end up with a chance to go to the PBP and blow it off? That was the thought running through my head before I went away for the VDay Party. I'm so glad I went to the pre-party though! It rocked my world. Getting to meet Jet Girl, Mystery, ForeverFaith, Renegade, Maraa01, Izza, Briel, Ivy, Squireboy, Uberman, Tamz, Sionell, Caitlen... the list goes on and on....
I couldn't get a hold of Emryld Wing the day of the pre-party and couldn't find out about my ticket, which was killing me. Because I could care less about meeting the VIPs but I wanted to meet my friends from the boards. It was imperative to me. I thought I was gonna curl up in a little ball and cry because no one had any information for me, and I was like Cinderella staying home from the ball. Then Fenric, wonderful Fenric, called me and told me that I was on the list and to come to the party. I called Jet and got dressed and headed to the party just like Cinderella going to the ball!
The drinks were weak! And the DJ needed work but it didn't matter because I was with the gang! Mystery decided to teach me stripper moves, FoFa and I bonded, but Slain and I were living paralell lives, she and I went to rival all girls schools, rival elementary schools, the whole nine yards....
Then there was an after party in the Hospitality Suite. I could have stuck around til the sun came up, thank goodness for SlayerDaddy telling us we didn't have to go home, but we couldn't stay there.
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