several things happened to me yesterday which I thought were noteworthy.
one, I got my hair cut. I'd been thinking about getting my bangs back again for some time, but I thought it would be a much more premediated haircut. But no, I walked into the the place, and let the Asian guy with poor English skills but good hair style me some bangs. They look good, I think... I'm still getting used to them.
two, I gave change for the first time ever to a Seattle bum. I gave him a few quarters, and it looked like he had mainly pennies in his hands, so he seemed kinda surprised that I was giving him larger coins. Not that I think that was an enormous act of goodwill - actually, it's probably a lot worse that I hadn't given any homeless people any money up until then - but I thought it was worth mentioning. First time.
three, we started a cappella auditions. Three out of the five were good. Today was even better - we had two people that really impressed me. And this was just the guys... girls are next week. Callbacks will be REALLY fun. SOOO excited.
four, went to Cheesecake Factory with some of the CHS posse. Was a bit disappointed in my evening there, but whatcha gonna do. my cheesecake was good, at least.
As for today, there's not been a whole lot of new stuff. Ian's was out of the bubbles for the bubble tea, which I think they've had for about 24 hours now, so we'll see if my meal card can hold up against that temptation. Gotta have the bubbles, though. We held our American Century class outside, which was great - I felt less like falling asleep. (Why is it that I get so tired listening to one person talk, even when I'm not tired and I'm interested in the material? So annoying.)
more later!
14.10.04
9.10.04
today's topic: House Parties.
1. Never throw a party half an hour after the conclusion of a major nationally-broadcast political debate, unless you are certain that everybody in attendance is of the same political persuasion. Doing otherwise promotes arguments, unnecessary feelings of apathy and the occasional death threat in a language that the other party can't understand.
2. House parties can be boring at first. Thus, you should make sure to arrive more than fashionably late.
3. When the large hoard of Russians shows up, make sure one of the hosts is aware of the situation. Also, remind him/her whose name, exactly, is on the lease.
4. Music of some sort is a must. Lest your house party have a dull moment, take every measure possible to get some tunes blasting through your pad. Yo. (This could require you to assemble a small contigent to help a friend carry his 5-piece stereo over from his house, 2 blocks away.)
5. Having two chess boards out is generally not the way to "get the party started right". It's excusable at the very beginning of the evening, especially if no one shows up until 10:30.
Any more questions? Just ask. I probably won't answer.
1. Never throw a party half an hour after the conclusion of a major nationally-broadcast political debate, unless you are certain that everybody in attendance is of the same political persuasion. Doing otherwise promotes arguments, unnecessary feelings of apathy and the occasional death threat in a language that the other party can't understand.
2. House parties can be boring at first. Thus, you should make sure to arrive more than fashionably late.
3. When the large hoard of Russians shows up, make sure one of the hosts is aware of the situation. Also, remind him/her whose name, exactly, is on the lease.
4. Music of some sort is a must. Lest your house party have a dull moment, take every measure possible to get some tunes blasting through your pad. Yo. (This could require you to assemble a small contigent to help a friend carry his 5-piece stereo over from his house, 2 blocks away.)
5. Having two chess boards out is generally not the way to "get the party started right". It's excusable at the very beginning of the evening, especially if no one shows up until 10:30.
Any more questions? Just ask. I probably won't answer.
6.10.04
there's so much to say. I've thought about blogging at least once a day for the last week, and haven't gotten around to it. I hate this kind of catch-up blogging, though, because it all ends up being summary. And the IB gods never did like summary, did they? No. They liked analysis.
But just briefly: been back 2 weeks tomorrow. Math sucks, German rocks, don't have to buy books or do homework for my honors class, and O-chem is hard but the professor is a cute first-year who doesn't have a wedding ring. I've noticed. Roommate is sweet, we're hardly even in the room at the same time, and I'm messier than her which makes me a bit nervous, but it's been going fine so far. Efforts to form a new a cappella group are going wonderfully - we've had numerous guys reply to our call for singers but few girls. I'm extremely excited to see the talent that I will have the honor to audition next week. Looking into doing an exchange next year - just realized that this *might* interfere with a cappella (oops, not good) - I want to go to Germany again.
My music for the last two weeks has pretty much been the Die Aerzte album "Runter mit den Spendierhosen, Unsichtbarer!". I need to get away from that, though, if I'm ever going to find new music that my a cappella group can cover.
So many poignant moments, so many amusing trivialities, so many instances of irritation that I could have shared on here, had I not wasted my time not blogging. Now it's lost, and I'll have to wait to find it again.
Next post: how I managed to not have a good blood-drawing experience.
cheers.
But just briefly: been back 2 weeks tomorrow. Math sucks, German rocks, don't have to buy books or do homework for my honors class, and O-chem is hard but the professor is a cute first-year who doesn't have a wedding ring. I've noticed. Roommate is sweet, we're hardly even in the room at the same time, and I'm messier than her which makes me a bit nervous, but it's been going fine so far. Efforts to form a new a cappella group are going wonderfully - we've had numerous guys reply to our call for singers but few girls. I'm extremely excited to see the talent that I will have the honor to audition next week. Looking into doing an exchange next year - just realized that this *might* interfere with a cappella (oops, not good) - I want to go to Germany again.
My music for the last two weeks has pretty much been the Die Aerzte album "Runter mit den Spendierhosen, Unsichtbarer!". I need to get away from that, though, if I'm ever going to find new music that my a cappella group can cover.
So many poignant moments, so many amusing trivialities, so many instances of irritation that I could have shared on here, had I not wasted my time not blogging. Now it's lost, and I'll have to wait to find it again.
Next post: how I managed to not have a good blood-drawing experience.
cheers.
22.9.04
21.9.04
I couldn't see her very well from my place in line. But I could hear her voice. Loud and clear. Emphasis on loud.
"How ARE ya today?"
Center Stage: Ridiculously Cheerful Starbucks Lady.
To every customer in front of me, Ridiculously Cheerful Starbucks Lady gave an annoyingly custom-tailored greeting, such as "hi there! So, what are you going to do today?" The elderly man in front of me got this gem. He replied with something about since he's retired, he never really has a daily plan, and Ridiculously Cheerful Starbucks Lady exclaimed how "that sounds great! You always get to do whatever you want!" I wonder what she would have done if he had explained that his day consists mostly of weeding, measuring his blood pressure and taking prescription medication. That's what I would have done if I were in his shoes, even if it weren't true.
Enter Kyla, stage left. I didn't get the chance to say "Pray to God that I never turn into you," which is what I would have said had she given me the same question. Well, okay, so I wouldn't have said that, but my response was nonetheless bland and uninviting. Who was dumb enough to let this lady take coffee orders? My opinion is, people who drink coffee that early in the morning are NOT morning people. They are not bright-eyed nor bushy-tailed until after their dose of caffiene. This lady should be leading an early-morning kickboxing class, not selling coffee to tired, grumpy, sleep-deprived caffiene-seekers.
Screw Starbucks. I'm going local, where the baristas have strange piercings and unnatural colored hair and refreshing attitudes. Fair-trade coffee, you have just won my affections through the heinous deeds of Ridiculously Cheerful Starbucks Lady. Yes, Starbucks, I DO bite my thumb at you, sir! Never again will I drink your corporate-produced excuse for a latte!
Unless, of course, I go there with Manzanita for breakfast. That's a different story.
"How ARE ya today?"
Center Stage: Ridiculously Cheerful Starbucks Lady.
To every customer in front of me, Ridiculously Cheerful Starbucks Lady gave an annoyingly custom-tailored greeting, such as "hi there! So, what are you going to do today?" The elderly man in front of me got this gem. He replied with something about since he's retired, he never really has a daily plan, and Ridiculously Cheerful Starbucks Lady exclaimed how "that sounds great! You always get to do whatever you want!" I wonder what she would have done if he had explained that his day consists mostly of weeding, measuring his blood pressure and taking prescription medication. That's what I would have done if I were in his shoes, even if it weren't true.
Enter Kyla, stage left. I didn't get the chance to say "Pray to God that I never turn into you," which is what I would have said had she given me the same question. Well, okay, so I wouldn't have said that, but my response was nonetheless bland and uninviting. Who was dumb enough to let this lady take coffee orders? My opinion is, people who drink coffee that early in the morning are NOT morning people. They are not bright-eyed nor bushy-tailed until after their dose of caffiene. This lady should be leading an early-morning kickboxing class, not selling coffee to tired, grumpy, sleep-deprived caffiene-seekers.
Screw Starbucks. I'm going local, where the baristas have strange piercings and unnatural colored hair and refreshing attitudes. Fair-trade coffee, you have just won my affections through the heinous deeds of Ridiculously Cheerful Starbucks Lady. Yes, Starbucks, I DO bite my thumb at you, sir! Never again will I drink your corporate-produced excuse for a latte!
Unless, of course, I go there with Manzanita for breakfast. That's a different story.
20.9.04
The music of the day is "Float On" by Modest Mouse. Not that I'm a big fan of theirs, or even know their music all that well. But I was listening to K-Rock Seattle today (something I have recently become addicted to, especially Andy Savage in the mornings), and both times I left the office during the day, that was the song that was playing. I found it strange but probably not an omen because I don't really believe in that sort of thing unless it's a really standout extraordinary thing.
girriffic666: that's right
girriffic666: the man wont keep me down
girriffic666: ill fight him w/ love n crap
girriffic666: and stealing
girriffic666: hahahaha
girriffic666: that's right
girriffic666: the man wont keep me down
girriffic666: ill fight him w/ love n crap
girriffic666: and stealing
girriffic666: hahahaha
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