Everybody's Fancy

I like Mister Rogers. I like this song, too. It's not perverted; you are! On a different subject; The Presidential Debate: lame. My Economic Anthropology teacher says there is no difference between Bush and Kerry, and I tend to agree. They want the same job for basically the same reasons. One thing, though; my Economic Anthropology teacher also says the U.S. is not in Iraq for oil. Hmmm. I wish I were more knowledgable without having to take the time to become as such.

it's all in there

Awareness by Anthony DeMello. "People mistakenly assume that their thinking is done by their head; it is actually done by the heart which first dictates the conclusion, then commands the head to provide the reasoning that will defend it." Anthony de Mello

she sells seasnails by the sea shore

stream of consciousness: grrrrr. life is annoying sometimes. the mouse on this p.o.s. hsu computer doesn't work right! In my art class right now we are doing ink stipple drawrings. (yes, drawrings. I like to say it that way) i have been having anxiety for about an hour now. it's very frustrating. it's like a feeling of extreme impatience. i like geology and archaeology. i like science.

Time To GEEK OUT!

I am currently very excited and silly over something really lame! I posted a comment on Wil Wheaton's most recent entry which is about some computer stuff, but my comment was on a side tangent about 'real work'. Basically, I asked him a direct question and he answered me in front of everyone! OMG! I'm so star-struck right now! *beaming* XD For all I know he was completely annoyed by what I said... but who cares. It's still cool.

Khalil Gibran

"I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art." "If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work." "The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold." "Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer, and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills?"

stratagem

"The girl with the glass-- maybe her thoughts are with somebody else." "Someone in the picture?" "No. More likely a boy she saw somewhere and felt an affinity with." "You mean she'd rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her? . . . In fact, she's cowardly. That's why I can't capture her look." If Amelie chooses to live in a dream and remain an introverted young woman she has an absolute right to mess up her life!"

mawwiage: that bwessed awwangement

Last night, I watched the making of The Princess Bride instead of studying for my Archaeology exam. I have totally avoided studying for this exam... and I am still avoiding it. I just don't feel very into it, for some reason. Too many distractions. Anyway, The Princess Bride is one of the all-time best movies ever. That's all that matters. I love to watch Behind-the Scenes stuff about movies, too. I got all teary over the making of The Princess Bride. That is funny.

Om Mani Padme Hum

Only at HSU: I arrive at school and find the buddha experiencing enlightenment under a tree. Of course, I had to kill him when I saw him! Here is an alternate way of looking at that saying. Of course, I didn't kill the guy. He's probably still out there. Or maybe not. Is being a buddha equivalent to being in the Hum-bubble? Nah. Can we seek enlightenment? I don't think so. It is not something that can be found.

olive oyl

Right now I'm watching my roommate Tyler's DVD of Stanley Kubrick's The Shining, with Jack Nicholson and Shelley DuVall. Shelley DuVall just has something about her that I find intriguing. I also loved her in Popeye: The Movie with Robin Williams as Popeye. The song she sings in that movie, He Needs Me is also great.

Have you seen the Cap' ?

Saw Skycaptain and the World of Tomorrow yesterday. I enjoyed it thoroughly. It was like eye-candy and imagination-candy and nostalgia-candy all wrapped into one big swirly lollypop!

meh

I have nothing profound to say. I need some down time. I do not like to be stimulated all the time.

movin' on up!

Yesterday I moved, all but one more truckload, into my new place! Yeah baby! I am quite happified. It's really nice to have a big, spacious, airy, bright room after spending my last three months living in what began to feel more and more crypt-like. Now, I have my own bathroom with a shower and everything! Also, I have a separate room which will be an art studio/office. Life is good. My current/old roommates are really quite awesome and I am glad to have had the opportunity to know them. Rob has been extremely helpful to me. Yesterday, he helped me move my bed; and, he is the one who introduced me to Jay-- who let me use his truck yesterday. Wow, that sentence both started and ended with the word yesterday. Rob and I stopped by this place called The Farm which is totally awesome. They grow all these vegetables and flowers and there are shareholders (which Rob is one) who come and help with harvests and then the shareholders get to take home a big box of vegetables and a bouquet of flowers. I helped Rob get his vegetables and I picked the flowers for the bouquet. Tres coolio, no? Mais oui.

i love music

I have many theme songs. My little sister thinks of me whenever she hears Story of a Girl; my mom thinks of me whenever she hears The Reason; and I think of myself whenever I hear X Static Process, Why Georgia and Basketcase. for starters. The above picture is of a baby taking a bath with a python. trip out, dude! It is an image that came up when I did a Google image search using the words "theme song"

"hang your hairshirt on the highest rung..."

I have never actually owned a pair of these boots. I had a pair of docs once, but they were 'mary jane' style. Well, yesterday, I made the move. It was a toss-up between the three colors shown in this pic, but I decided on navy. It's almost black, but a little different. I just don't think I could pull off the cherry ones. You know what's strange? Whenever I see the word 'ones,' I sort of have a weird feeling. I have to re-read it a few times. It's like when you see a handicapped person and you want to stare at them, but you don't cuz it's rude... if that makes any sense. It just seems like 'ones' is paradoxical.

Anyway, docs are spendy, but.... it is our moral obligation in life to at least once own a pair of the boots; right? Methinks that is the case. That's my justification, anyway.

carry on.

realizations

very quickly i feel that i am becoming 'old'. i've been living in the sheltered little 'humbubble' of arcata and when i come back to the central valley, i see how time is just racing by me. last night, my friend and i took my son to see Alien v. Predator and i couldn't believe how much the town i grew up in has changed! it's nothing like it was when i was one of the remotely cool kids. now i'm just a boring old person. i find myself very surprised at how all the young women are dressed like they are aspiring playboy centerfolds! more and more i am beginning to embrace my inner dork and it makes me want to start to really dress like an old granny!

woke up with this song in my head

It's a funny song! I like it. The band is called skankin' pickle. Mainly, the reason the song was in my head was that I "looked in the mirror and saw my hair was everywhere" due to the fact that I went to bed with my hair wet last night, so I had a great new 'do this morning. You know what's cool? How my family doesn't care what my hair looks like. They still love me no matter what! That's a great feeling. Of course, I will fix my hair, cuz it looks really crazy!

reality

Like a solid rock is not shaken by the wind, so the wise are not moved by praise or blame. Dhammapada, 81 Why? Because when someone says "You are so wonderful" or "You are so horrible" it only tells you about their state of mind and their opinion of you at the moment which is highly susceptible to change and many other factors. So there is no reason to allow yourself to be constantly swayed by the opinions of others. Such things are not reliable.

i am capable of writing relatively well (or not)

for some reason it just seems like i never have the time to really write anything anymore. when i read other (more interesting) blogs, i think to myself: i could do that. but, i don't do it. and they do. hmmm. is it just that i'm intimidated by the official seeming blogger template? i don't know. what if i don't look at the screen while i write? what if i were to close my eyes and talk about my day? this morning, when i woke up, i was very irritable. it was cold outside and i wasn't in the mood to exert myself, but i had to because i have to either walk to school or ride my bike. those are my choices. i chose the bike because it is faster, but arcata is full of hills which make biking rather strenuous... especially since i refuse to buy bikes with gears due to a phobia from childhood when all my expensive bikes would get stolen and i would get in trouble for not locking them up. since then, i've opted to never get bikes that ppl would want to steal. plus, there's just something disconcerting to me about bikes with gears. i like old-fashioned, pee-wee herman type bikes. by the time i got to school, i was hot which also makes me grouchy. i am often grouchy. i complain a lot, too. which makes me feel guilty. right before yoga, i felt like i really didn't want to go to yoga today. i thought to myself, i'll just half-arse it today. but, i didn't. in the end, i'm always glad i went to yoga. but then, i feel bad because yoga is all about sort of enjoying the sensation of aliveness and often i do just the opposite of that in my life. (would that be hating the sensation of non-aliveness? no.) so then, my drawing class went on a mini field trip to the arcata plaza... a place famous for pot-smoking homeless crazy hippies. they were pretty distracting to me, but i managed to whip out a couple of decent sketches (see photoblog thumbnails on sidebar) while i was there. i left class early, though, because i lost interest after those two drawings. one thing is that i always like to be 'teacher's pet' but my drawing teacher has this annoying way of making me feel like he doesn't listen to a word i say even though he acts like he is listening. another thing i really don't like is when cars who have the right-of-way at a four-way stop try to be polite and let me (as a pedestrian whom i suppose technically does have the right-of-way) go first. the whole time i just feel like i'd rather let them go and cross without the pressure of them waiting for me to finish! okay, that's enough. see what happens when i actually write?

ghost world

I like Enid's style in this movie.

Wil Wheaton Rules

If you are at all interested in learning more... go to Wil Wheaton dot net. I have the link on my sidebar.

What Religion are You?

According to the SelectSmart.com Belief System Selector, my #1 belief match is Mahayana Buddhism. What do you believe? Visit SelectSmart.com/RELIGION

All in the Family

Those Were The Days by Lee Adams and Charles Strouse Boy, the way Glen Miller played. Songs that made the hit parade. Guys like us, we had it made. Those were the days. Didn't need no welfare state. Everybody pulled his weight. Gee, our old LaSalle ran great. Those were the days. And you know who you were then, girls were girls and men were men. Mister, we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again. People seemed to be content. Fifty dollars paid the rent. Freaks were in a circus tent. Those were the days. Take a little Sunday spin, go to watch the Dodgers win. Have yourself a dandy day that cost you under a fin. Hair was short and skirts were long. Kate Smith really sold a song. I don't know just what went wrong. Those Were The Days

Yep, that's me!

Garbage Pail Kids rule!

Today is my grandma's 73rd birthday. To celebrate, I went to the mall and bought myself some girlie stuff. Last night, I went and saw The Garden State! I enjoyed it. I could relate to the main character's plight. Tonight I'm going to get some reading done for my classes.

I wish I were Bunny McIntosh.... maybe.

I'm an irredeemably eejitous, liberal, tight as f*, pathetically simple-minded, dribbling child!> What are you? Brought to you by Rum and Monkey Bunny McIntosh

Crop Circle

This crop circle is cool. You can read some weird UFO-type stuff at Unknown Country.

Wolfie

I have long wanted to get a Miniature Schnauzer and name him Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and call him "Wolfie" for short. Cute, huh? Someday it'll happen. I need to get a Mozart CD, though, because I know that it will make me brilliant at studying due to the Mozart Effect.

God gives us one face and we paint ourselves another!

When I saw the commercial for Maybelline Dream Matte Mousse Foundation, I immediately wanted some. It just looks so cool to me. Anyway, I bought some and I like it, but maybe I'm missing what some people have complained about. I think it's nifty! The texture is yummy!