Thursday, March 31, 2005

Hmmm.
Dr. Jones is my guru. I hereby proclaim it so.
Sometimes two people will regard each other over a gulf too wide to ever be bridged and know immediately what could have happened, and that it never will.
- from a review of Girl with a Pearl Earring
Train Wreck
by Sarah McLachlan

Your love in all it's finery
Tear up the darkness all around me
Until I can breathe again
Until I believe again

Cause I'm a train wreck
Waiting to happen
Waiting for someone to come pick me up off the tracks
A wild fire born of frustration
Born of a world, oh, that gets me so high
I've no fear at all

But your eyes like midnight fireflys
Light up the trenches where our loves lies
Until I can see again
Find my way back again

Cause I'm a train wreck
Waiting to happen
Waiting for someone to come pick me up off the tracks
A wild fire born of frustration
Born of a world, oh, that gets me so high

I've no fear at all
To fall so deep into you
Loose myself completely
In your sweet embrace
All my pain's erased

And your mouth, it's all that I wish
Mercy of your lips, just one kiss
Until I can breathe again
Until I can sing again

Cause I'm a train wreck
Waiting to happen
Waiting for someone to come pick me up off the tracks
A wild fire born of frustration
Born of a world, oh, that gets me so high

I've no fear at all
To fall so deep into you
Loose myself completely
In your sweet embrace
All my pain's erased

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

French grammar is often pictured as a fearsome scarecrow, gesturing with the subjunctive in one hand and the irregular verbs in the other! En bonne forme, 7th ed., will try to turn him into a cooperative fellow, to show you how varied and symmetrical the French language is.
- Simone Renaud Dietiker and Dominique van Hooff, En bonne forme, 7th ed.

I love textbook authors sometimes.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Just a quick comment: I don't know why you people are all arguing with me about my phone hours. It's not like any of you ever call me anyways, so :P. And no, I am not being arrogant. I am simply attempting to combat "device creep" and "continuous partial attention."

Monday, March 28, 2005

You're never out anymore. The assumption now is that you're always in. Out is over. Now you are always in. And when you are always in, you are always on. And when you are always on, what are you most like? A computer server.
- Thomas L. Friedman, Longitudes and Attitudes

Thanks to Mr. Friedman, I have decided to establish Phone Hours. From now on, I will only be taking calls and text messages on Monday and Wednesday from 1pm-5pm for any reason, Tuesday and Thursday from 6pm-8pm for any reason, and Friday through Sunday at any time after noon only for leisurely chat. The only reasons that I expect to be called or text-messaged aside from those hours will be in the following situations:

1) Someone is dead/dying.
2) Something is on fire.
3) You want to take me out for ice cream.

If you insist on calling me outside those hours, know that you will be leaving a voice mail message, and I shall choose whether or not to answer you immediately. If you text me outside those hours, I may or may not answer you. If, in your mind, it is truly an emergency, call my room phone, begin to leave a message, and I might pick up if you sound frantic enough.

Not to be unfriendly or anything, but I'm tired of being reachable all the time. So there you have it. :)

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Things I Learned During Spring Break '05

  • If you set out for Yosemite, totally unprepared to camp in a ridiculous amount of snow and slush, and when you arrive, lo and behold! there is a ridiculous amount of snow and slush there to camp in, turn around and immediately exit the park.
  • Tent poles splinter more easily than you might think.
  • Bungee cords are amazingly useful.
  • Lodi shuts down at 10pm.
  • I'm allergic to the state capitol.
  • Price tags are best removed immediately.
  • Never go to the park in Haight-Ashbury. Ever.
  • Men do not necessarily know how to operate remote controls. (Who knew?!)
  • If I were able to wed a store, it would be Anthropologie.
  • If you need to go on a consumerist binge, do it at Sanrio. It's deeply comforting.
  • I'm slipping slowly into Bohemianism. Help me, I beg you.
  • And I have a dream now: Middle Eastern Studies at Berkeley.

    I'm certain that there are many more, but I won't bore you with them now. I will later.

    Happy Easter!
  • Monday, March 21, 2005

    This post is just a heads-up for all of you boys and men out there.

    If you are ever in Vegas, do not attempt to use either of the following lines. They're just bad.

  • "Were you at the expo? No? Oh, I thought I knew you..." (with creepy staring)

  • "Can I have a bite?"
  • Wednesday, March 16, 2005

    This just in!

    LA SIERRA UNIVERSITY ENACTS NEW DRESS CODE POLICY

    Riverside, CA -- A private Christian university that has been a pillar of the local community for many years has recently decided to enact a new dress code policy. From now on, the university will encourage its students to forsake the wearing of pants. For its purposes, the university has chosen to define "pants" as: "any type of skirt, pant, kilt, muumuu, or truncated pant." A spokeswoman for La Sierra University said yesterday, "We want to make sure that our students do not feel confined or encumbered by traditional pant-wearing. The decision to become apantal was reached only after a long and thorough debate. Some board members felt that this was a risky step to take, but the majority were excited about it, considering it an edgy and refreshing new way not only to attract more students, but to share the message of God's love with others by providing a totally pantless learning environment." The new policy will come into effect at the beginning of the next quarter, which begins on March 28.
    Je suis fini!

    Non, ce n'est pas vrai. En fait, heureusement, j'ai fini! Il n'y a pas des examens pour moi pour un autre trois mois!

    What relief, what joy, what inexpressible happiness! Hurrah, hurrah, and HURRAH again!

    No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks!

    I'm going to the cafeteria now, to pick my poison.

    :D

    Monday, March 14, 2005

    I Forgive You
    by Darren Hayes

    (Shut up)

    For all the anguish,
    And degradation
    For every time I needed truth,
    And you were faithless
    But disappointment, self-deprecation
    But living a lie for fantasize
    And you could save me

    I need my cross like a blanket
    And misery is a comfort
    I can hardly stand to blame
    My self-fulfilling prophecy on you
    And in the end I decided
    I guess I felt I deserved it
    I should kiss your dirty lips
    For bringing me my clarity

    And now the truth has made me see
    How your lies have buried me
    But I forgive you
    Lord I must forgive you
    So I

    I feel so high
    Just let it go we would
    I forgive you
    Lord I must forgive you
    So I

    (Shut up)

    For all the torment
    Loss of independence
    For disrespect, carelessness with my emotions
    For all the screams I swallow
    How my soul is hollow
    For giving into temptation
    For making me feel like a cheap replacement

    And now the truth has made me see
    How your lies have buried me
    But I forgive you
    Lord I must forgive you
    'Cause I

    I feel so high
    Just let it go we would
    I forgive you
    Lord I must forgive you
    'Cause I

    All the lies that I believed
    And all the guilt you made me feel
    'Cause I forgive you
    Lord I must forgive you
    'Cause I

    Ohh I feel so good just letting go
    You know I feel good now you're gone

    Getting stronger, letting go
    Getting stronger, I'm moving on
    Getting stronger, I'm letting go
    Getting stronger, I'm getting stronger
    No

    This time
    I forgive you
    Lord I

    And now the truth has made me see
    How your lies have buried me
    I forgive you
    Lord I
    I must forgive you
    Lord I

    All the lies that I believed
    And all the guilt you made me feel
    I forgive you
    'Cause I forgive you
    Lord I must forgive you
    'Cause I

    And now the truth has made me see
    How your lies have buried me
    I forgive you
    'Cause I forgive you
    Lord I
    I must forgive you

    (This time)

    All the lies that I believed
    Guilt you make me feel
    This time
    I must forgive you

    I feel so high
    I feel so high

    'Cause it feels so good just letting go
    You know I feel good now you go
    Gasp! My friend is a Deviant! Who knew?!

    Wednesday, March 09, 2005

    Who was I before I became who I am now? Was it better, like older versions of sacred texts are supposed to be better? Or was I just a prototype, with lots of bugs to work out?

    And what do you do when things surface in your dreams that you thought you'd dealt with? One shouldn't have to sacrifice emotional stability for physical rest.

    Farewell, peace of mind...kiss goodbye to reason...
    - from The Best Thing by Savage Garden

    The worst torture comes from your own mind--not from anyone else.

    You're caught in a one way street
    With the monsters in your head
    When hopes and dreams are far away and
    You feel you can't face the day...

    - from Crash and Burn by Savage Garden

    I hate being me.

    I need this quarter to be over.

    Yep. You're right. I just wanted to post another one. :)
    I Don't Know You Anymore
    by Savage Garden

    I would like to visit you for a while
    Get away and out of this city
    Maybe I shouldn't have called
    But someone had to be the first to break

    We can go sit on your back porch
    Relax
    Talk about anything
    It don't matter
    I'll be courageous
    If you can pretend that you've forgiven me

    Because I don't know you anymore
    I don't recognize this place
    The picture frames have changed and so has your name
    We don't talk much anymore
    We keep running from the pain
    But what I wouldn't give to see your face again

    Springtime in the city
    Always such relief from the winter freeze
    The snow was more lonely than cold
    If you know what I mean

    Everyone's got an agenda
    Don't stop
    Keep that chin up you'll be alright
    Can you believe what a year it's been
    Are you still the same?
    Has your opinion changed?

    Because I don't know you anymore
    I don't recognize this place
    The picture frames have changed and so has your namev We don't talk much anymore
    We keep running from these sentences
    But what I wouldn't give to see your face again

    I know I let you down
    Again and again
    I know I never really treated you right
    I've paid the price
    I'm still paying for it everyday

    So maybe I shouldn't have called
    Was it too soon to tell?
    Oh what the hell
    It doesn't really matter
    How do you redefine something that never really had a name?
    Has your opinion changed?

    Because I don't know you anymore
    I don't recognize this place
    The picture frames have changed and so has your name
    We don't talk much anymore
    We keep running from the pain
    But what I wouldn't give to see your face again

    I see your face
    I see your face


    Sigh.

    Seriously, if anyone ever feels the desire to buy me a painting, please make sure it's one of Jia Lu's.

    Tuesday, March 08, 2005

    A brief word of caution: Nori maki tastes like a seathing.

    Monday, March 07, 2005

    Alan Barrows: And they had no hole in the center of the record.
    Mark Shubb: It would teeter crazily on the little spindle.
    Jerry Palter: No, you had to provide it yourself. They were still good records. Good product.
    Mark Shubb: If you punched a hole in them, you'd have a good time.
    -from A Mighty Wind
    In Your Arms
    by Danny Michel

    Golden locks on suffragettes,
    The pretty girls smoke cigarettes.
    Cutting class and sneaking out at night.
    And the macho boys break billiard balls,
    But they never catch you when you fall.
    But I will be there and I will do you right.

    'Cause I'm alright, wrapped up in your arms.
    I'm quite the sight, wrapped up in your arms.

    Your brother stole an old Corvette,
    We ditched it down on Lafayette.
    And watched the cops towing it away.
    And the summer up and came and went,
    And all my summer savings spent,
    I wish that I could pitch a tent and stay.

    'Cause I'm alright, wrapped up in your arms.
    I'm quite the sight, wrapped up in your arms.
    So squeeze me tight,
    And wrap me in your arms.

    'Cause I'm alright wrapped up in your arms.
    ...And legs and golden sun rays,
    Night swims on lazy Sundays.
    I'm gonna wear your ring,
    Iill I return next Spring.

    So come on baby what you say,
    You put all those big tears away.
    I'll be back when everything turns green.
    I'm gonna call you every second day,
    Time will fly, I'll never stray.
    And every night,
    I'll dream the same old dream.

    That I'm alright, wrapped up in your arms.
    I'm quite the sight, wrapped up in your arms.
    So squeeze me tight,
    And wrap me in your arms.
    'Cause I'm alright wrapped up in your arms.
    Laguna and Idyllwild this weekend. I'm so glad Tami's here. We actually do stuff when we have company. Fun times. Except that, once again, I forgot my camera. Why do I even have one? It's ridiculous.

    We saw a whale at Laguna, and an old man contemplating his bottle of medication. He looked resigned.

    We drove up to the trailhead up at Idyllwild. Paul said it would show us what "dark" really was. He was right. I haven't seen so many stars in recent memory. I think it was just because we were closer to them. :)

    - Are you scared?
    - No, but let's get in the car.

    Saturday, March 05, 2005

    I'm going to Sabbath school! :-O

    Quick! Someone check the temperature of Hell!

    Friday, March 04, 2005

    If I don't stop procrastinating, I may just wind up killing myself (unintentionally, I assure you) at the end of this quarter.

    Wednesday, March 02, 2005

    She said, "I don't know if I've ever been good enough. I'm a little bit rusty and I think my head is cavin' in. And I don't know if I've ever been really loved by a hand that's touched me, and I feel like something's gonna give, and I'm a little bit angry..."
    - Matchbox 20, from Push
    I need more sleep and fewer emotions.
    There's a lot to be said for eating raw sea salt.

    How much sodium can one ingest before it's fatal?

    Probably something I should look into.
    Every moment marked
    With apparitions of your soul
    I'm ever swiftly moving
    Trying to escape this desire
    The yearning to be near you
    I do what I have to do
    But I have the sense to recognize
    That I don't know how to let you go
    And deep within I'm shaken by the violence
    Of existing for only you
    I know I can't be with you
    I do what I have to do
    I know I can't be with you
    I do what I have to do

    - Sarah McLachlan, from Do What You Have To Do

    Tuesday, March 01, 2005

    Question. Just because I can't think of any pure motive for love doesn't mean I don't believe in it, does it? I hope not. Because then I'd have to reevaluate my life significantly.

    Or maybe I'm just second-guessing myself too much. Who's to know?!
    Blessed the Broken Road
    by Rascal Flatts

    I set out on a narrow way
    Many years ago
    Hoping I would find true love
    Along the broken road
    But I got lost a time or two
    Wiped my brow
    And kept pushing through
    I couldn't see how every sign
    Pointed straight to you

    [Chorus:]
    Every long lost dream led me
    To where you are
    Others who broke my heart
    They were like northern stars
    Pointing me on my way
    Into your loving arms
    This much I know is true
    That God blessed the broken road
    That led me straight to you

    I think about the years I spent
    Just passing through
    I'd like to have the time I lost
    And give it back to you
    But you just smile and take my hand
    You've been there you understand
    It's all part of a grander plan
    That is coming true

    [Chorus]

    Now I'm just rolling home
    Into my lover's arms
    This much I know is true
    That God blessed the broken road
    That led me straight to you