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Monday, December 27, 2004 ( 3:06 PM ) shut up christine last year’s resolutions: * get out of bed when my alarm goes off – FAILED * be early more often than late – FAILED nice try though * do one thing everyday that scares me – I THINK I DID OK * not buy books at thrift stores no matter how cheap they are until I finish the ones I’ve already bought - FAILED * try not to shampoo more than twice in one shower – FAILED FAILED FAILED * use my cookbook more often – WHAT COOKBOOK? * drink more water – WHAT KIND OF RESOLUTION WAS THAT? * donate blood – TRIED AND DENIED not enough iron * allow myself only three caramel frappuccinos per quarter – DRANK PEPPERMINT MOCHAS INSTEAD HAH * start saving money so I can travel – YEA GOOD JOB This year I only have one resolution… my sister has this huge fancy schmancy wooden jewelry box, its more like a mahogany chest of drawers with velvety lining and freakin doors that swing open she keeps all her expensive real stuff in it… so pretty and shiny and then there’s me I keep my jewelry in a ceramic purple cow shaped cup that I got at Sea Palace..i think it’s a dish for soy sauce all my jewelry is plastic, silver, or henna and I look in the mirror and dude, one of my earrings is brown they’re supposed to be silver but one has rusted heeeeee its okay though because I got them in Spain at H&M and they’re my favorite don’t know where I was trying to go with this jewelry analogy but my new year resolution is to stop comparing we’re like peas and carrots, two different flavors that go together personally I like peas better hehheh I know I’m not my sister and that’s okay because we both ROCK :) as corny as that sounds I think sometimes she’s proud of me too and she wants to follow me around the world hopefully she will go with me to Nepal hmmmmm I don’t know if she can hang though…we’ll see haha I think it’ll be fun :) Happy New Year ps hey thanks if you called or worried about me i came back a long time ago. thanks help tsunami victims # Friday, December 24, 2004 ( 2:05 AM ) shut up christine en ce monde je suis perdu brian ferrer's profile reads life will change in six months. how true when i can't sleep at night i like clicking on the little next blog>> button in the top right hand corner i could read about the lives of random strangers for daaayyys people are so interesting my favorites folder is so long now and there are a few people i've been following for years i get attached and i care about them as if they were my friends maybe i should get out more? maybe this is why my dad keeps asking me if i meet up with men from the internet i don't, by the way hmmph but earlier this month i came across the blog of a girl named Jen she's currently in Bulgaria doing the peace corps and i've followed her blog because i was thinking about doing the peace corps also she wrote an entry titled The Great Things We Don't Consider and i'm going to cut and paste some of it here i hope she doesn't mind "In the process of living abroad you get used to the bigger things: the language, the ridiculously small grocery stores, the living arrangements, even the rhythm. It's the small things you really get hit by: the steepness of curbs, the way people laugh, the smell of the morning. What I miss from the States aren't the large things: the mobility (both economic and physical), the transparency in politics, the abundant diversity. I do miss them, but what I miss the most is the consistency. Your apartment will be heated, the appliances will work, the fuses won't be blown when you try to utilize more than one room at at time. It's the same with people too. When I think about the people I miss from the States I can think about all their traits and all the great things they shared with me, but what I miss is voices and smiles and laughs. I never thought about those things. They were just always there. I've noticed that I've become guilty of the same thing here too. Good things - and the good people who come with them - are easy to overlook. They're consistent - ever present in every way. They're so me that I've stopped considering them. Stopped appreciating. Stopped enjoying. And that's a big part of life's joy, I think, finding those things that bring you joy and really allowing it to fill you." here's her link woah what is going on, this week i've made so many life-changing decisions...months of planning have been erased because one or two ideas were planted into my head...if you pull one tiny link the whole fence falls down funny how things work out needless to say, i don't think i'll be turning in my application for the peace corps anymore sorry Phuong i'm so lost someone tell me what to do # Thursday, December 23, 2004 ( 1:11 AM ) shut up christine Muchos colores para mi coleccion here you go .jpg) 
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Monday, December 20, 2004 ( 1:55 AM ) shut up christine holeee crap i just pooped in my pants diarrhea styles i was about to start typing when it happened grrrrosss you know what would be more gross? if i pooped here and just kept typing heheh some people find that sexy, no? luckily this is my sister's chair so whoooo cares this is payback for all the times when she farted HELLLA LOUD at Target and then blamed it on me her farts are the worst they're the kind that paralyze the victim's body then choke you from the inside...and if you can manage to run away screaming the stench of death lingers in your nose for days anyhoot I am not feeling too well at the moment headache and a little fever mixed with a dash of explosive diarrhea I was going to post some pictures of Thailand but perhaps at another time the trip was lovely luckily i didn't have any bad encounters except for one shady cab driver but even then it wasn't too bad oh yes and on my flight back home this old guy sitting next to me on the plane was freakin stroking his peener underneath his blanket freakin sicko thank goodness there was an empty seat between us i kept glancing over to make sure it was really happening....maybe he was just itchy but i'm 99.9% positive he was jacking off dirty bastard didn't even wash his hands after i didn't ride my elephant i got there and los elefantes looked sad and the trainers made them dance to Ace of Base i like Ace of Base, but that aint right it just aint right anyway my trip to Thailand was probably a lot like....... going to Disneyland by yourself even if it's the happiest place on earth, even if you're having a great time, you're still alone the whole time i kept thinking i bet my sis would've wanted to be here or i wish my parents could see this this one time i was walking through one particular section of a busy vegetable market and i got this uncomfortable feeling that everyone was staring...and i don't think its because i looked so different since everyone i met thought i was thai and i was wearing a t-shirt and jeans like everyone else... then some boys started taking pictures i knew they were harmless but it was weird...i guess i just felt a little out of place and it would've been nice if there had been a familiar face around... got me thinking about a few things i thought i wanted to move away after graduation to see if i could make it on my own that's a big deal to me, especially since i only started wiping my own butt a year ago i thought i needed this i thought i wanted to leave stability and security to become indepent and to gain experience that i can't get here but is being independent worth being alone these are two different things hmmm if i had a beard i would be stroking it now all this thinking is making my diarrhea worse peace out pictures will come soon # Friday, December 10, 2004 ( 2:02 AM ) shut up christine .jpg) l'cha dodi
gotta make this quick... freakin 96 page group paper on Reconstructionist Judaism...FINALLY DONE BIATCHES finals...DONE sociology major....DONE!!!!!!! it's 2am, I need to leave for the airport in 6 hours, I haven't started packing yet and I still need to drive home to Cerritos to do my laundry yiiiikes if I don't come back in one week that means they found my cocaine just kidding dun wurry I watched Broke Down Palace I know what's up I really hope I get to ride an elephant I hope I can find one that's all I really want peace out motherfuckers p.s. ping pong balls for everyone haaaahhaha.ha p.p.s. if anyone happens to see my mom, please tell her to chillax and remind her to take her menopause medicine thanks Bangkok here I come..see y'all in a week # Monday, December 06, 2004 ( 9:16 PM ) shut up christine it was bound to happen sooner or later... more than a year ago I hit a rock, flew off my longboard, landed on my face, and broke off a piece of plastic on my new pair of glasses (the ones I had just bought to replace my other broken glasses) and so for more than a year I've been holding these glasses together with a little bit of black tape, and most people can't tell they're broken except for the fact that they're crooked all the time but I finally lost the leg to my glasses, can't find it anywhere :(  BEFORE
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yeahh hi-fives all around for wire & duct tape! thas hot yo. hmmmm do you think anyone will notice?? hahah oh well I'm getting contacts soon anyway p.s. the hamster died ding dong the witch is dead okay that was really mean i'm going to hell good luck on finals R.I.P. Quiznos # Sunday, December 05, 2004 ( 1:00 PM ) shut up christine 
flaws will be my downfall infamous for taking ridiculously long showers. have been known to vigorously shampoo to the point where my arms hurt and I must take breaks. rinse repeat can’t look at pictures of my sis for long periods of time because I’ll want to punch someone. in the face. whoever says math is fun is a liarrrr. i am not, and will never be, a morning person. will set five alarm clocks placed in several locations around the room. will unconsciously shut off each alarm as it goes off, then return to sleep. will claim that none of my alarm clocks work. chronically late. usually because I won’t hear my alarm clocks or because I take ridiculously long showers. xanga, blogger, livejournal, whatever. can’t stop reading other peoples’ stories. quite possibly my most favorite thing to do in the world…damn youuuu been known to take obscenely large shits. won’t even attempt to describe how ginormous because most humans cannot comprehend. however, I will say that I've almost passed out on several occasions, and at times I’ve needed to bite down on a towel to keep from screaming obscenities have bought and keep buying waaaay too many books at thrift stores and sidewalk sales because they’re cheap, even though I will probably never read them. posess a hyperactive imagination. easily distracted. self-professed daydreamer and professional procrastinator. currently thinking about: - leaving for Thailand in five days - pondering what to do after I graduate - smelling and hugging my newly washed blanket - hoping that freshmen ressies actually read my monthly newsletter - staring at postcards on my wall (see picture above) - picking at the gross scab on my elbow - wondering what j is doing… "inheritably" heee - trying to resist the urge to reorganize my desk - writing this stupid list instead of working on a 15 page paper + lit review on the socialization of children in the jewish reconstructionist community. hurrah Yay I’m screwed! Good luck on finals! # |
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