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hello
i am twenty now.
We met so long ago.
I'd like to meet you again sometime.
most sincerely
Elaine
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Monday, November 20th, 2006
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...sinnae. i swear it must have been sinnae.
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i didnt make that last post, so who did.
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Sunday, November 19th, 2006
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i havea da smoodest curves dis side of chyna
but i aint no slut
im supoermodel
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Saturday, July 22nd, 2006
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If I were bossy, I'd probably look as good as Kelis does with short hair.  Anyways- Art is dead.
I'm going to stop using this journal now, due to multiple conceptual burdens. It went from journal to Bulletin board somewhere along the way, and so did all my friends', too. I want to keep a Journal-journal, and I want flesh-and-blood friends, minus all these [virtual] obligations...
So maybe I'll make a new one, later.
I freakin love this avatar though. Shit. Maybe i'll recycle it.
In any case, I can be contacted via
Myspace
Deviantart
Facebook (school business)
Keep in touch if you like!
If it's something important, don't even bother with emails or phone calls because i never respond/ correspond to serious stuff.
Seeya l8er, figure sk8ers.
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Former U.S. House Speaker Newt Gingrich says America is in World War III and President Bush should say so.
Source
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Wednesday, July 12th, 2006
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.angelo showed me a picture of an almost-naked girl who looks like me, and now i feel all dumb because i feel like i posed for that picture. And i'm thinking, gosh i'm so pathetic, what am i doing with my life?
But i didn't pose for naked pictures, i just post up other girls on myspace!
I guess I'll file some financial aid information now, to make myself feel productive.
Uh Kelly whats that email i got from FAFSA about? Should i bother doing it?
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"Omg, you're vegetarian now? Pssh, you're so trendy."
It makes sense to me.
It isn't about "killing animals": Factory farm meat isn't plain murder, it's unnecessary, institutionalized torture to feed hyper-consumerists. I'm doing it more for human rights than for animal rights (see: environmental and economical reasons).
I'm not against murder. I might kill a person or two in my lifetime, or a couple of animals if I'm hungry, i don't know. But I am against political lies and overconsumption.
I mean, sometimes meat was good. It's just food though. I don't miss it.
Here, I extracted sections from Wikipedia that apply to my beliefs, and italicized certain things I'd like to point out.
- Lacto-ovo-pesco vegetarianism (Vegequarianism) (Lacto-ovo-pesco vegequarianism) — This refers to people who eat milk, eggs, fish, and possibly shellfish, but no other type of meat. Often carried out in opposition to the slaughtering methods of mammilian animals and poultry, but not fish and shellfish. This diet is popular in Japan where it is referred to as the Okinawa diet.
- Flexitarianism — Flexitarians adhere to a diet that is mostly vegetarian but occasionally consume meat. Some, for instance, may regard the suffering of animals in factory farm conditions as their sole reason for avoiding meat or meat-based foods and will eat meat or meat products from animals raised under more humane conditions or hunted in the wild.
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Me: Hey Shaun can you tell me the story about the last time Dad threw a temper tantrum?
"Okay. Well, it was on a Thursday, after 5:30. I was-"
Me: You remember the exact day and time??
"Yeah because Derek came over that day, to jam with me, and he used to only come over on Thursdays after Jazz band.
Anyways, we came home, and there were these two girl-ladies in our living room. They were like... not girls, but not exactly ladies. So girl-ladies. Dad just met them and he gave them a cup of water and stuff, and was asking them what they do, stuff like that.
And I- you know- I was like 'Hello, Lady. Hello Lady. Whats up Dad,' and I went upstairs with Derek to jam on the acoustic guitars.
We played for a while,
and then we came back downstairs,
and I was like, wait a second- something's wrong!
There was rice EVERYWHERE, and i mean EVERYWHERE, i was like 'GUHH!!'- there was rice on the CEILING."
( You know thats a clear sign of Asian Family Fight. Rice on ceilings. )
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Dad went nuts today.
He was screaming in the car about how useless and lazy everyone was, how useless his kids are, how i need to learn how to drive, etc. I barely stepped into the car, and all of a sudden things were my fault. Shaun wasn't even in the car, and all of a sudden things were his fault, too.
The car hit nearly 70 mph within a single residential block, over and over, because he kept screeching to a halt at stop signs.
I was fumbling for my seat belt, but the mad bumps and jolts made it really hard to locate. When we got off the car, I felt kind of sick.
Angie kept provoking him further too, retorting with little side comments and making him madder. All these years, and she still hasn't learned how to cooperate.
Speaking of Angie- she's starting to pull some bizarre stepmother behavior on me. Not only does she freak out about little things (like using her Designated Drinking Cup on accident), but she's been lurking around the house more awkwardly than before. Whenever she fills the rice bowls at dinner, she skips mine and my brother's.
"Where are ours?" I asked, and she responded, "Oh, I don't know which ones are yours."
And the other day, she filled one bowl for both me and Shaun.
"Where is mine?" I asked, and she pointed at Shaun's bowl and mumbled.
It's just really strange, because she moved in three, four years ago, and we go through the exact same routine every single dinner.
She used to know.
After I dealt with passport services, Dad took me to the construction site, to paint two pillars and a wall. He disappeared and left me with his construction worker friends, who called me "restaurant girl" and asked me why my hair was so short.
I thought about replying, "Because my girlfriend likes it this way," but that would have been inconsiderate because I would have soiled my father's reputation or something.
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taken from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) marmaduke01, dont know where she got it from.
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also: hiromi and michelle are coming on saturday! tons of fun!
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Wednesday, June 21st, 2006
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ONE.
me: "dad, are you going to pick me up from school today?"
dad: "yeah, yeah. How about you meet me somewhere."
me: "Okay. Should I go to the McDonald's across the street?"
dad: "Uhhhhhh how about Happy Family?"
me: "Happy Family on Atlantic Street?! Dad, that's like, twenty minutes away by bike, and there's an uphill ride involved too! If you want to pick me up at Happy Family, I might as well just ride all the way home!"
dad: "What! Happy Family is so close!"
me: "No it's not, it's twenty minutes away!"
dad: "Happy Family! Happy Family!"
me: "No Happy Family!! McDonalds!"
dad: "UGH. FINE. Happy Family is right next to McDonalds!"
me: "..."
dad: "Happy Family!"
me: "...Tommy's??"
dad: "YES."
me: "Tommy's Restaurant."
dad: "Tommy happy family-restaurant! Happy Tommy! Tommy's family!"
me: "Yeah, alright. I got it."
dad: "SEE?! SAME THING!!"
TWO.
dad: "Man, that girl at the counter is so STUPID. I told her, i want the one-dollar chicken fajeeta, that one at the end-"
me: "fajita? fa-hee-ta?"
dad: "Yeah. Fa-jee-ta, fa-jee-ter, whatever! And i kept pointing, that one, that one right there on the end! The last one! And she kept saying, 'What? What? I can't see it, i cant see what you're pointing at!'
And i said, fajeeta, fajeeta, and she said, 'i dont understand, which one, what are you pointing at?'
Goddammit, you dumb pig!
So i whipped out my tape measure from my pocket, and stretched it out five, six feet, and i tapped the board above her head, said 'Chicken fajeeta! This one right here!'"
THREE.
me: "Hey dad, how would you feel if you were abducted by aliens?"
dad: "Really excited."
angie: "What if they were going to cut you up and experiment on you??"
dad: "I'm not afraid! I donated bone marrow!"
angie: "Aliens probably wouldn't even hurt as much as bone marrow, huh?"
dad: "I used to say that I wasn't afraid of bone marrow donations, either. Someone would ask, 'So, Jim! Hows about bone marrow!' and I'd say, 'Yeah, right! Not afraid!' But the minute I walked into that hospital room, with the five doctors standing around, one of them twisting his knife in the air, 'Are you Jim Wang?' oh boy, was i scared.
'what are you gonna do to me?' i asked, and one of them put his finger to his neck.
'OH MY GOD,' i said,
'YOURE GONNA SLIT MY THROAT??!'
'No, no, we're just going to cut a hole in it, and stick a long tube down to your stomach.'"
FOUR.
dad: "You know, right after your mother gave birth to you, I wanted to keep you in the basement for a few months, so that you'd have night-vision eyes when you grew up."
shaun: "What!!!"
dad: "Yeah, you know. Like cats and dogs. That would have been cool, man! You could have been superhuman!"
me: "He would have grown to be mentally retarded though. In sociology class we were reading about how mental retardation could be a result of isolation in infancy."
dad: "Pssh, throw the mom in too!"
me: "You wanted to keep mom and shaun in the basement together?!!"
dad: "Well the infant wasn't gonna survive on its own, OBVIOUSLY."
shaun: "I've never heard of this ritual."
dad: "Hey man, it's a secret. I didn't get this from books or tv or anything, I got it from my grandma. Anyways, I talked to your mom about it, but she yelled and called me crazy.
'Okay, okay' i said, 'how about just a few days then,' and she said "no."
So don't blame me because you don't have night-vision eyes, it's not like I didn't try."
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(i had to edit it because my math was bad)
To Anyone in Los Angeles
with a Drivers License:
I will pay you $25 to drive me to San Diego and back;
$50 if you do it twice.
I will also pay for gas money: (which should be approximately $36 if your car runs 20 miles-per-gallon) ...you can have $40- or more, depending. That means its another bonus if your car runs more efficiently than 20 mpg.
$80 if you do it twice.
From my house to 3312 Caminito Vasto is 112 miles- almost two hours by car. We can stay and play for a while if you like, nay if you don't like.
Think about it!
Two trips to San Diego, with me! $130 is yours.
All you have to do is drive.
Please consider it; I'm also open for bargains!
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Wednesday, June 14th, 2006
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Speaking of aggravation and irritation, I've noticed that I've been several notches Angrier ever since I got back. Happier, though, as well. I feel as though I spent the entirety of last year in a numb blur... but I think I liked that better.
There was Serenity, and there was Peace.
I keep thinking, it must be the room.
No, it MUST be the room.
There is so much extraneous shit, added to the fact that I painted two walls blood-red last year. What else could it be? People? What, the ones I rarely talk to?
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I'm not staying at RISD.
I'm going to drop out.
No, not now...
but later.
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Wednesday, June 7th, 2006
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"Monterey Park" on Wikipedia
Paraphrased in common English, the first paragraph says, "Monterey Park is very Chinese."
The second paragraph says, "More specifically, it is very Taiwanese... and Vietnamese."
The third, fourth, and fifth paragraphs say, "...And other Asians, also! You'll be surprised at the amazing shit they've managed to install in what used to be a predominantly-white city before the 1980's!"
The sixth paragraph says, "Oh yeah, and Mexicans."
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Carrie Brown, (nicknamed "Shakespeare", allegedly because of her habit of reciting sonnets by William Shakespeare while drunk)
Her body was found with a large tear through her groin area and superficial cuts on her legs and back. No organs were taken, though an ovary was found upon the bed. Whether it was purposely removed or fell out of the gap is unknown.
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