a dirth! of photos!

It hit me somehow in my dilirium last night that my blog has been lacking photos, which is sad, because I have lots of photos to share. It's senior year! No more college! There're four and a half weeks of college left, then it's just finals, finals, finals. And commencement.

It's coming down to the wire, and I still have no clue where I will be two months from now.

the other USC

I got an e-mail acceptance from the University of South Carolina today. I'm not sure if I'm OK with this new (?) trend of e-mail admission decisions. Somehow, it's just better (more nerve-racking?) to get this large (or small) envelope in the mail. (shrugs).

PS: I'm currently working on my sculpture project (still). I just finished writing my speech analysis essay for public speaking -- for a speech I attended about a month ago. Procrastination = bad.

weeeeeee

I'm running behind on my sculpture project. ahhh. It's due Tuesday, and I'm still trying to paint little styrofoam peanuts black on one side.

it's official

I just got my official admissions letter from USC. It's getting a little late to expecting an acceptance letter from BC and BU, so I'm just going to say that, barring any miracles, I'll probably be in LA for another year.

oh yeah

and guilt-tripping. that's the best thing about mothers. they all do it. all of them.

"it's OK for you to talk to me in this manner. I don't care. but when you enter the real world, you're going to be sorry/regretful/be ostracized because you wear your emotions on your sleeve and always seem like you're pissed off at the world."

they all do it.

just fucking great

My mother likes to ask me when I went to sleep the night before. I always adjust it about 2 hours earlier so it's less horrid to her sensitivities.

If you can't tell, I just hung up on the phone with her. Let me tell you that it is currently 12:16 AM Pacific, which mean's it's 3:16 AM Eastern. So you tell me whether I should've been the bitch and asked her what time it was over there right then and whether she's still sitting in front of the computer reading Taiwanese newspapers and not sleeping and probably bored and pissed that she's called numerous times and didn't believe me when I just called her back and told her that I didn't get her calls because my phone was on silent because I was TAKING A FIVE-HOUR TEST that she was perfectly aware of for MONTHS because she kept bugging about STUDYING for the fucking thing.

Fine. It's OK. Don't believe me. It's OK. You're gonna be pissed off at me anyways, like I knew you would because I refused to tell you -- AS I HAVE SINCE HIGH SCHOOL WHEN I STARTED TAKING THE SATs THREE TIMES -- that I can't tell you how I did on the CSET because bad things usually happen whether I predict success or failure.

Oh, no. Go ahead and press for an answer. I'm sure you'll find a way to blame for me it anyway or find a way to make yourself feel better that you nagged me to study for a profession that YOU REFUSED TO ALLOW ME TO ENTER until IT WAS TOO LATE to do anything about it at the college level. AND UNTIL YOU FOUND OUT THAT IT PAID ACTUAL LIVING WAGES.

Oh, yeah. And when you realized that my profession that I chose as a second choice that is now my first also doesn't pay as much as you would like.

Does is make you happier for me that I made more money than your friends' kids?

I'm sorry that I don't know math. I'm sorry I never understood chemistry. I'm sorry I have no desire to go to law school. I'm sorry I possess the skills that allow me to toil in obscurity and that will never let me afford to own mansions or high-end cars.

For your information, I AM happy with my life right now. I am doing what I love to do. I have a future. It's OK. Don't you worry about what my husband in the nowhere future is going to think. Because I'm not going to get married. I told you that when I was SIXTEEN. I have not changed my mind. Don't wait for a grandkid from me. At least not biologically. You can wait as long as you want.

I am physically incapable of going to sleep before midnight. I have NEVER been able to on my own accord. I would just lie there think roll around and be bored and be wasting time.

ALL my friends and EVERYONE my age that I know of goes to sleep late.

It doesn't bother me that I work until the wee hours of the night. I can't function that early.

I'm not pissed at the world. I'm pissed that you always call to pick a fucking fight.

Yeah. I smile a lot. When I want to. I also laugh. A lot.

Getting arbitrarily lectured and nagged is not something I prefer to laugh or smile about. I recall one time when I did, and you used the good ole reliable.

It's OK, though, I'm used to it. I'm 22.

caffeine update

the rather large Blackout I chugged earlier today is definitely kicking in. Things are getting a little spinny and a little shaky. whoa. Did I ever tell you guys about the first time I had a Blackout freshman year? I was awake for 24 hours .... and shaking for the better part of it.

ok. so I lied.

I had to tell UCLA to go f*ck itself again. Well, I'm really not that angry that they didn't admit me for their grad school (they didn't. damn them), but it's just fun to say f*ck UCLA. Screw them. Who needs those dumb Bruins anyhow?

On a completely different note, I just finished my dinner of pasta salad and subsequently threw away my only plastic fork. So I can't eat my fruit that I also brought with me. Bummer. :(

I also just accidentally (accidently?) took another CE's story ... hopefully she's not too pissed off... :(

a plane ride!

Weeeee! We made it back the South Carolina in one piece!

 

Along the way, I encountered a guy wearing a USC Gamecocks (pshhst) shirt who also did not wear deodorant. The plane to Washington, D.C., from LAX was lovely.

 

Of course, that same guy -- seeing as how he was wearing a Gamecocks shirt -- was also on the Columbia plane, which featured a lovely woman who didn't know not to sing Brandy's "Have You Ever" at the top of her lungs in a dinky little United Express plane with about 20 people in it. It was really annoying, which added to the fact that she couldn't sing -- like most people who decided to be obnoxious and sing aloud in public places. Enclosed public places. Bleh.

 

So don't look for an update for a while because I have no Internet at Chris' place because my dumb computer will connect to the wireless network but will not display the actual web pages. Actually, in all fairness, I shouldn't blame my computer for that. That's just technology's fault.

 

See ya'll Friday. :)

yup. did it again.

Changed the template. The whiteness of the other one was really bugging me. So I've taken initiative (gasp) and reverted to my old self. Green is so calming. Mmm.

a death

On Wednesday, my friend Greg's mom died. He flew home that night. I didn't think it was appropriate to ask what happened. But it must be devastating to Greg. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose my mom or dad. Hope he's going to be OK. :(

boo! made you look!

OK. I know there are strong and varied opinions over which "Law & Order" spin-off (or the original) was the best. I'm getting hooks on the original after watching SVU for ages. But I refuse to continue watching Criminal Intent because Vincent D'Onofrio's overacting absolutely drives me up the wall and makes me want to roll my eyes. It's almost like David Caruso's over-emotionizing in "CSI: Miami." The over-intensity is driving me insane. That is all.

weird day

Today's been interesting. It started with my freaking out a little bit about the history class and seriously contemplating dropping the class. Then I had the most amazing time with my new crop of Community Journalism students -- 8th graders! They's so much fun! We had a great time talking about college and USC and having three-day weekends everyday. :)

After the amazing group of students -- Lexine, Anna, Oscar and Oliver -- I went to pick up my official notification from the USC Rossier School of Education that I've been admitted to the MAT program. Yes! I've been admitted! I've been wanting to tell the world that, but without that piece of paper, I didn't want to risk it. Then I applied for grad housing because I stupidly did not do R3. What was I thinking?!

I went to the DT office to take a little nap, but Sophie called and asked if I've gotten a call from Greg. I said no, what happened? She said Greg's mom died. Yeah .... it's a little sudden, to say the least. I remember meeting her when we went to the Weekender sophomore year. She's not old at all -- she's just like most moms. And she's pretty cool. Sophie and I went to visit Greg, and Maryal had the same idea. We hung around and watched a little of "Dawson's Creek" before I left to go to budget.

It's just been a pretty glum day in general. I was cranky at DT and in a general sad and grumpy mood. Everybody ticked me off but in an attempt to try to be nice, I didn't say a word. But I'm back now, and I'm going to do a little preliminary research for public speaking tomorrow.

Maybe tomorrow will be better for everyone all around.

good news

I have wonderful news that I really wish I can tell the world and shout it out in the middle of Hahn Plaza. But not yet. I am still waiting for confirmation. :) I'll update. I promise. Now, time for a nap before I write abou the word "sensability" in the context of Thomas Gainsborough's "Cottage Door" and similar paintings.

Let me tell you about my journey to Hungtington Library via L.A. publica transportation later. It is a tale so, so worth telling to the public as an illustration of the abysmal state of this city's pubic transport. There. I gave you a hint. :)

another circle

Another circle was closed over the weekend when Steven, James, Jeremy, Zach, Genevieve and I were at Universal City. Freshman year, Greg and I also went to Universal City, and like what Greg and I did then, the six of us went to CityWalk. It was awesome. :)

Everything is coming together; there are seven weeks left of DT production and about two more weeks of classes (I think).

I can't see the end of the tunnel yet, but it certainly is getting exciting! :)

hold 'em!

Tonight I made my first earnings from a poker game. This, mind you, is after the disastrous outcome in Tampa. So this is an accomplishment. I put three people all in, and one of my best hands was a 9-10, which I flopped for a 10-high straight. :)

Now. Make sure to not fall into trap.

I can almost taste it.

It's so close I can almost taste it, yet the uncertainty is looming, and I have no clue what I will be doing or where I will be going come May 13.

Degree in hand, I will be going off to face the world with the taught knowledge and learned knowledge but where's the real knowledge?

Tomorrow, my three journalism students at Foshay will try to meet their deadlines, and we still have two stories to go. So far, the experience has been rewarding in that I get a sense of accomplishment and I can see that my students are excited about what they're doing. At the same time, it takes a lot of energy, and it confirmed my decision that grade school is probably not the right teaching level for me.

Anyway, I am going to read Equiano now. Night.