I just lost my rain of thought

I’m so behind the times these days. I can’t remember everything that’s happened this month, but I’ll try to recap. First of all, I have been so lazy this whole quarter. It is a little upsetting how much time I am capable of wasting and how little I seem to be learning. I’m just hoping that I get out without failing any classes, otherwise I will be failing at life, because I won’t finish in time like I’m planning to. Anyway, here we go:

The roomies and I attended Spring Sing this year on Friday, May 2nd, but the tickets were not easy to come by. We seemed to have lagged during the sale of the first wave of tickets and before we knew it, they were all sold out. During the second release, none of us were able to go because we all had class during that time. But the week of the event, word on the street was that they were secretly releasing some more tickets on the day of. I went over an hour early to wait in line just in case. Fortunately, there was only one other person, but we were unsure about whether or not there were really tickets coming out that day. The guy in front of us, Michelle, and I waited and waited and then the manager of the Central Ticketing Office came out and told us it was legit. We were going to Spring Sing! YEAHH. So Michelle and I got four tickets total in this location that didn’t seem all that close but whatever, we had tickets! When we got there, though, we found out that those seats were FREAKIN’ AWESOME. There were no giant heads to block our views and it was pretty close. The only thing that sucked was that people kept walking in front of us because they were too lazy to trek up the stairs and back down again. I guess I don’t blame them, because that could be pretty tiresome.

The acts were really good this year and I must say, I didn’t hate the sorority/frat acts this year. They seemed to have cut back on the annoyingness. Company was alright. There were one or two skits that weren’t particularly funny. I liked last year’s stuff a lot better, but some of their skits were quite clever. “The Hill” seemed to have caught some attention in the media, according to my friend, and some of my more favored skits were the musical numbers, even though there seemed to be an abundance of people who couldn’t quite hit the right notes half the time in comparison to last year. I’m not hating on them; singing isn’t easy. I pretty much liked all the acts, except one of the a capella groups didn’t sit well with me. Their constant yelling made me cringe a little, but the ScatterTones got a well deserved win singing “Always Be My Baby” by Mariah Carey. My favorite group act was 3:26. They did a really good combo of different sounds and styles of music. One of the most exciting parts of the show was when Lionel Richie came out to receive the Gershwin Award. He’s pretty awweesome.

The day after that, the roomies and I attended the Tau Theta Pi formal to support our real hat, Meeshella. It was a fancy party at the Radisson Hotel near LAX and we probably spent a fourth of our time there in the hallway because this couch area was really cute, so of course we had to take pictures there. A lot of them.

As I mentioned previously, I got a bicycle. If you haven’t already seen it in my Flickr badge, here it is again. It is a little frustrating sometimes because it’s so heavy for a folding bike, but I’m not totally accustomed to it yet. I think it’ll get easier over time as I get more muscular. Puhaha. It’s not very clean yet, but my genius Jesse and I discovered the magic of aluminum and lemons when we started cleaning it one weekend. If you ever have rust problems, lemons and aluminum are the way to go!

Last, last Wednesday, Whitey and the Orientals did a reunion show at Hyperion Tavern, except without the original Whitey and maybe a couple of new Orientals. haha. We played a few songs and then called it a night because the wait to play is always so long and it was getting purty late. ‘Twas fun, though, and I think Michelle and I probably scared most of the people in the car.

On the 18th, I came back to school early, because I had call time for my gospel choir concert at 2pm and I was running extremely late. I apparently was the only one who didn’t get the memo that call time was changed to 3pm, but lucky for me, that was the time I arrived and I was even a few minutes early. The concert went awesome, but because I showed up to the actual show a little late, I had nowhere to stand. Some nice people were friendly enough to scoot in a little so I could get some standing room on the riser, but I had to keep checking where my feet were to make sure I didn’t rock out so hard that I fell off.

Looking very frumpy in my concert attire that I was not particularly proud of and did not bother to look at in the mirror since I was running late to my call time, I could’ve cared less about who saw me in it when we stopped by Ralphs on our way home for a couple boxes of ice cream, but when I arrived at our pitch black apartment to find an ecclectic group of people yelling “Surprise!” at me, I briskly headed to my room to change, because knowing my roommate, there was going to be photographic evidence. Even though we almost always have a surprise in store for every birthday, for some reason it still comes as a surprise. I’d say we’re pretty slick party planners. Although it was not the video game costume party we originally planned but didn’t end up throwing due to some unscheduled conflicts, it was just as nice and my friendly neighborinos lent us Rockband to disturb all the other neighbors with. I sang and played, enjoying the company and ignoring the fact that I had lots of homework. I think it was well worth it. Thanks everyone who came. My only birthday wish this year is to find a nice British boyfriend when I go to Europe. Please help me make my wish come true!

That’s about all that’s been going on as of late. I watched a couple of movies this past weekend, which included Sicko and 27 Dresses. I also saw Atonement recently. Totally not the new Titanic. Whoever said that is mad! More about movies later. Also hung out with some old friends. Yays. I have to call jury duty now to tell them they’re idiots for summoning me again after I already served my civil duty barely two months ago.

And by the way, HENRY VS. GIO! AHH! My allegiance lies with Henry, since he won my heart from the start, but I think Betty’s going to pick Gio, because Henry is too perfect for her and he’s leaving her for me anyway. Gio would provide a better balance in the relationship because she and Henry are too cute and safe, while Gio is more adventurous and spontaneous. Of course, all stupid girls go for the bad boy, so I wouldn’t be that surprised if she went for Gio. I’m more into the nerdy, nice type, though, so screw that!

My paper got the best of me last night. Whoa-oh. Tired and lacking in fluid thought, I gave in to sleep, defeated. Something about writing for classes is just so unsettling. I’m sure it would’ve hurt less if I had started earlier, but when has that ever happened? So here I sit, still afraid to write any further, for all graded papers I receive tell me the same thing: Your argument is not clear. I am a fairly peaceful person and try to avoid arguments as best as I can. It’s much safer on my part.

This is random, but I was just thinking, will the things we’ve known and loved become vintage and cool in the future? Will my grandnieces and -nephews revel in the lesser digitized sounds of audiocassettes? I wonder what the standards are for something old to become cool. One day the young’ns will fight over my extensive pog collection, though, that’s for sure. And I’m thinking the Pokeballs I kept from Burger King that were recalled will be worth quite a bundle. You just wait. ^_^

Anywho, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t watch TV (voluntarily) until after finals, with the exception of Lost…and maybe America’s Best Dance Crew. People are surprised that this show is so popular, but have you seen it?! It’s madness! I’m rooting for Kaba Modern and JabbawockeeZ. The other groups are kinda meh in comparison. BUT anyway, no TV!

By the way, one of my radish seeds sprouted!!

Huzzah for four-day weekends and the three-day school weeks that come after them!! Life’s been good in the hood as of late. I’ve been laughing and smiling a lot again. I think I got my soul back. haha. Never should’ve sold it to Milhouse, who in turn traded it for Alfie ALF pogs. Hope at least one person understood that. Perhaps I owe my joy to the consistent choir rehearsals we’ve been having. Yays! Still feeling the bruises and aches from snowboarding but feeling spiffy anyway. Frohe Vertrauenstag alles!

Ello loves. It’s time to thanksgive. There’s a lot to be thankful for this year. First and foremost, I am really, really, really, extremely thankful that my grandma is okay and back to normal. A little less than a month ago, she lost her memory. Talking to her made me want to cry. Whenever we said anything to her, she just kind of repeated what was said to herself. My first thought was that she had Alzheimer’s and I was really mad at my family because they weren’t doing anything about it right away. My aunt was the worst because she kept repeatedly demanding that my grandma say people’s names and of course she didn’t know who anyone was, so it probably stressed her out even more. She just sat and looked confused all the time; it was seriously heartbreaking and my eyes teared up every time I greeted her and she looked at me as if she’d never seen me before. I was especially scared because my cousins told me that this happened to their other grandma right before she passed away.

Finally, my mom took her to the doctor and then she had to be admitted into a hospital. The first time I went to see her, she still didn’t quite know who people were and I’m pretty sure she couldn’t remember anyone who wasn’t her child. I think she was slowly remembering faces but gradually she got better and better and the next time I went to visit her, she knew I was her granddaughter. I’m not totally sure what was wrong or what caused it, but from what I gather, I think she had a bruise in her brain. She’s been in the hospital for a few weeks, where they’ve been giving her physical therapy to help exercise her brain and such and just making sure she’s okay, and she finally gets to come home this Saturday!

I am thankful for the rest of my family as well, of course. I love them dearly and life would not be the same without them. We’re not close-knit and whatever like other families, but I know they will be there for me no matter what, because blood is thicker than water. I feel bad because it seems like I’ve spent so much energy and time putting friends first, only to realize that all I really need in life is right here at home. I know in the end that they still have my back no matter what stupid thing I’ve done or said, which I can’t really say about most people in my life. AND I am also thankful for the snowboarding boots my mommer bought for me!! I’m going to the slopes this year even if I have to hitchhike!!! Just kidding, I would never hitchhike. Are you nuts?

Last but not least, I am thankful that my apartment is so home-y and that I get to share it with my real hats. We haven’t had a lot of time to just relax and hang out or go on outings, but I feel really blessed to have met them and to be able to share my college experience with them. <3

PS I love and am thankful for Pushing Daisies, because there’s finally a show about a love that isn’t all about lust. :D!

I was watching SNL on E! the other day and it was the first one that Justin Timberlake hosted (before the DITB one) and I totally fell in love with this segment. Jimmy Fallon is the man, but Justin makes it even funnier because he has a hard time keeping a straight face.

Anywho, don’t think I forgot about you, Little Lad.

My computer is still being lamesauce so I am on the home computore, Drew. He’s also loud but intentionally. Drew, Jr. disappoints me. Anyway, laundry time!

I was going to post this after I was done with classes and had little to do, but I read it and cried and am soooooooooooo sad that Gilmore Girls is over. You don’t even understand how sad I am right now! Do not read this if you don’t want the end of one of the best shows ever to be spoiled for you! The episode was a good way to tie up loose ends, but my heart is broken because it is over. Luke and Lorelai forever!!

I was kind of upset, but I started telling myself this, No one reads minds. Well, I mean some do, obviously, like Parkman on Heroes. haha. FRICKEN AWESOME EPISODE THIS WEEK, BY THE WAY. OMG it like blew my mind. So epic. Friggin’ Sylar…he’s so crazy!

But anyway, no one knows exactly what and how you are thinking. No one sees the same exact thing because we each have our own minds and come from different places. You can’t expect someone to know your motives or know what you were thinking when you did what you did. A lot of times we justify the things we do by thinking that the other person “deserves it,” but we should not be the ones to determine whether or not someone deserves something. Karma has its own way of giving people what they deserve. I know this because I’ve seen it happen quite a few times (with a smirk on my face, I won’t lie). I guess I just want to remind myself and whoever’s reading that we shouldn’t judge others before judging ourselves. We all do things we’re not proud of. I feel a lot better now. Thanks for listening, friends.

…But it’s addicting. I’m sort of obsessed with who is going to win, because New York is stupid, but I am hoping that she is not so stupid that she would pick an idiot over Tango. I find Chance to be totally obnoxious and I wish she had picked his brother instead for the final two, because he has more sense and he is actually really funny sometimes. Tango I like because he’s nice and he’s been there for her the whole time. His commentary is always about her and he’s not a self promoter. I haven’t watched all season but what I’ve seen has been pretty funny. I really don’t like New York’s mom but she is fricken hilarious sometimes, like when she says, “I can’t tell you what’s in that bag, but something awesome I will pull out.” I also think it was funny when she said, “I’m all for gay pride,” when she was checking to see which guys were gay, because she totally looks like a tranny.

I’m really not sure what she saw in Whiteboi because he’s really boring and it’s really weird that he’s so ghetto, yet his sister looked like she came out of a Delias catalog. His voice really annoyed me because he needed a lozenge or something.

I was just pondering how much it would suck for your face to be sucked towards the center of it, so that all your features have gravitated towards the middle. I was trying to do it and it doesn’t feel good. Good thing blackheads aren’t black holes.

Speaking of black holes, my roommate and I were waiting to watch Carson Daly’s talk show (because he really is very funny and I don’t mean that in a sarcastic way) but in the meantime watched Conan, who is of equal if not more funniness, and this guy came on named Neil deGrasse Tyson who was promoting a book called something like Death by Black Hole. He was saying it’d be the best way to go and began to describe it. It totally does not sound like the best way to go because it sounds effing painful. He was talking about how your body would sort of stretch and you’d be contorted in such a way that you’d become sort of conical. Then you would continuously be split in half until you’re all gone, I guess? I mean, it’d be cool to die via black hole but the pain would not be cool at all. I suppose after at least the second split, you’d hopefully be dead and the pain wouldn’t matter anymore and dying by black hole could be cool again. I don’t know.

Neil deGrasse Tyson, according to Wikipedia, was chosen as the sexiest astrophysicist by People Magazine. I did not know such a category existed. There must be many hotties to choose from, I’m sure.

I’ve been wanting to play guitar for quite some time, yes? Yes. I decided I would start during break and seriously, the signs were everywhere. Just like the movie said! Oh my. So I just wanted a used guitar or something. Anything I could dabble with for now until I got better and could possibly need something new but would instead decide to be faithful and stick with ol’ Chance (I’m testing out this name because I met this hot guy with the same name once and it reminded me of the show Strange Luck.). I decided to go to a swap meet to find one because my mom said they had a lot of them the last time she went. I walked the first couple rows with my dad and when my mom met up with us, she took me to the last few rows, which is where she saw them last time. We started from there and walked all the way back to the front and my search seemed hopeless. We skipped some of the rows as we headed towards the front again because my mom was uninterested in anything they had to offer. I was pretty much ready to pass out because I haven’t gotten a whole lot of rest so far this break and I definitely did not sleep much during finals. The sun was shining down on me, making me so sleepy that I almost fell asleep standing while waiting for my mom. She said we were going soon and maybe we’d see something next week, but the whole point of me going was to find one to start learning to play with during break and by next week it’d be too late. As we neared the end of the last row we were at, I turned around, and there standing on a table against the owner’s van…was Chance. My dad didn’t want me to buy it at first, too, due to its oldness, but after a while, he agreed it was okay, since I was just learning how to play. And then instead of me paying for it with my Chinese New Year money, he bought it for me as a gift. Before going on my journey to find a guitar, I was sure I would find one, because the other day, my first time going to the mall to shop and not to work since I don’t know when, I was at Borders with Susan and Tammy and I came across a couple good guitar learning books without even looking or being anywhere near the sections they would be located in. Having walked so many rows at the swap meet to only walk away with a new DDR mat was exasperating. I thought, there has to be something. I can’t wait another week. So right when I was ready to give up on my quest, sleepy, hungry, and sunbeaten, there he was, all shiny and pretty, calling to me with his gleam. I think I am in love.

All I’ve learned so far are the strings’ open notes and tuning. Gotta start with the basics, because I really do want to know how to play. I don’t want to only learn to play songs. I want to read notes and everything. Yayuhh.

Since the last time I wrote, I have gone to a pants party that turned out to be more of a sweater party, because really, what the heck is Ranahann? Even though I have a bunch of other hoodies, I decided Primp hoodies, thumbs up. Wendy, Susan and I bought matching seafoam sweaters because we’re going to start a hip hop group. hahaha. We decided Ashley will be the one spitting rhymes and we’ll be her backup dancers.

I later went to see my brother run the 1600-meter event at a track invitational. Got some pretty awesome action shots that are hilarious when you zoom in on his face. hahaha. I suppose I should recognize some of those people on the track team, but there was not one person that I knew of, besides my brother, of course. I really don’t care to know any of them, though, because.. Well, let’s put it this way. If I knew I acted like them in high school, I think I’d beat myself up. But I like to think that back then I had much more sense and the kids just get more and more immature as the years go by. Yes, that’s it. I worked later on that night and had a conversation that was less superficial than the usual ones. They are nice every once in a while. It’s great to just be able to talk back and forth without really having to think about what to say, because I usually feel like I have to think of something to keep the conversation from lulls.

After getting my guitar the next day, I had dimsum and then came home to start my learnins. I was getting really sleepy again so I stopped after I finished tuning and fell asleep on the floor of my bedroom. Later on I watched the half of Smallville with Friendest that I missed that was about Lana and Lex’s wedding. I HATE THE LUTHORS. GOSH. Watching someone you love marry someone else must be the crappiest feeling ever. Ugh. I seriously cried the first time I saw the last half because of the way Clark asked if Lana stood him up because of his secret and said that he would tell her if it could change her mind. Sigh. Anyway, after that, I had dinner at Green Street Cafe with Susan, Ashley, and Wendy. I feel that I ate too much. After that last piece of Quesadilla, I felt like I was about to burst. We came back to my house to play Mahjong. After a sufficient amount of Mahjong-ing we went to Susan’s house for Babel and cream puffs. Mm mm. Babel was so sad.. It was a good movie though. The way someone described it to me was completely different. I thought it was going to be like a six degrees of separation type of thing from what I heard of it, but I think it’s more about how even though people are of different backgrounds or from different places or are just different from the norm, they still go through the same ordeals. It’s an intense movie.