Doing what I'm not supposed to. Haha!

Guess where I am.
I'm updating my blog from the school library; oh, the boredom.

Just thought I would share.

Mmm... God.

San Francisco weather has once again taken a complete turn. Just last week, I was shivering in my black skinny jeans and wool jacket. Today, I'm resisting the urge to dump a tub of ice water on my outfit of tee-shirt and short-shorts.

So, life is remotely boring.

Lately, it seems that the major topic of discussion is Lowell Jr. Prom.
Really, what's the point?
Maybe I'm just bitter (sad face) that nobody has asked me yet. I mean, what a self-esteem boost, eh?
Whatever.

But really, what's the point of a JUNIOR prom and a prom?
Actually, I don't understand formal dances at all. You buy a nice dress, get all dolled up, only to dance awkwardly with a bunch of friends you see everyday anyway and watch strangers grind. Actually, sometimes you even catch people you know grinding. Believe me: A-W-K-W-A-R-D.

Well, I suppose I shouldn't let it bother me so much. So what if nobody has asked me? So what if I accidentally take it as a sign that I am socially retarded and not-so-gorgeous? :/

Since I'm on a school computer, I can't attach a wonderous song. Shall edit later, eh?

It's almost not snowing.

Here's a lame poem I came up with on the bus ride this afternoon:

San Francisco: The giant oxymoron

The warm sun soaks through my jeans,
As I lean against the ice-cold bus wall,
my head raps violently against the vibration of double-layered windows.
The machine gun-like assault of ice pellets
clatter through the bright afternoon sun.
The clouds are rolling in. away. blue. gray.
Blond hair, blue eyed.
Black hair, brown eyed.
Pink purple blue green red bleached...
dreamy lost excited angry pathetic eyes
staring up at the bipolar sky.
Oh shit. It's hailing out there.

March 08, 2010. The day the sky went bazookers.

Today was, to put it simply, amazing.

I love the rain. Especially when I'm not caught in it.
What do I love more than the rain?

Oh HAIL yes. :]

Tiny pellets of ice, striking down from the sky.
Rather poetic, don't you think?

Today was literally sunshine one second, and pouring rain the next. In the afternoon, the rain turned into hail.

After I got home, I stuck my head out the window for quite a while, just enjoying the amazing freshness of after-rain air.
As if that wasn't enough, I packed my bag and went up to the roof.
I had a pleasant thirty seconds of peace before a sudden swarm of miniature hail chased me back indoors. What? I'm not that waterproof.

This is how the sky looked like outside of my house right after the sky's temper tantrum.

Too bad I don't have a better camera. It really was (and still is) a gorgeous scene.

I absolutely adore the sky. Every single time I lift my head, the sky astounds me with its breathtaking beauty.
It's so blue, so gray, so dark, so light. So peaceful, so wild, so pure, so convoluted...
It's me and everything I can't be.

Afterwards, the sun came out for one last epic battle before the clouds took over:

Right now, at the tranquil hour of seven before six, the sky is a soft lavender with gorgeous rolling clouds.

I would give everything I have just to become a bird and to feel the wind against every inch of my skin, or become a falling star and let the atmosphere set me alight as I rush through the weightless clouds.

I am so grateful for nature, yet so extremely bitter.

Why was I not borne with wings?

Well, now here I am. Indoors and staring at my computer, blogging. Perhaps nature just isn't my element, although I do love the sky to pieces.

Honestly speaking, I would murder the whole world for the power of flight. :)


Letter From the Sky - Civil Twilight 

Call the coast guard, Dumbledor's army, the amber lamps. I just updated my blog.

Not that anyone reads this, anyway.
Guess what?

NEW SHOES!

They make me very happy.

I went to Ross today in search of a new backpack, and stumbled upon these babies:

They're the perfect combinations of "i-don't-give-a-fuck" and mainstream hipster: grey Converse low-tops with too many holes and elastic shoelaces. Elastic laces! How cool is that? When I found them on the shelf, my jaw almost hit the floor. Then, I saw about four identical pairs laying around, and thus felt less unique. And yet, I couldn't help but buy them for the not-so-cheap bargain of $19.00. The shoes also come with complementary black shoelaces. What I love is that there are, like, a thousand holes for the laces. But I think it would be a gigantic pain in the ass to lace these shoes, and I'll probably never crank out the black alternatives.

These shoes are more exciting than your black low-top clones, almost as crazy as Punkrose high-tops, but plain enough to stay true blue. 

Either way, I'm happy. It's been a while since I've had an awesome fashion-find.

(And in case you haven't noticed, I finally have a camera!)

Okay, well, camera phone.

 Say hello to my (other) new baby, the Samsung Reclaim.

It's blue, it's innovative, it's eco-friendly;

And god damn it, it talks.

It's infinitely amusing (and slightly annoying) to have my phone say "Okay" in a pleasant female voice every time I press the middle button.

Oh, and if I abuse the number pad enough, I can make the lady say "Star! 1, 2, 3, POW POW POW POW POW."

And, just a treat for my very inner teenage boy:

"Six six six sex sex se-se-se-se-sex."

:)

On top of all that spectacularity (yes, I have just made up a new word), I also have text! (Well, it is a text-centric phone after all.) Although I haven't the slightest idea who I might text with, but the feeling of empowerment from the completely useless cellphone service delights me.

And my phone comes with a dainty little game where I attempt to prevent global warming with tiny pixelated characters. I'm almost saving the world. I promise.

And no, I didn't buy a new backpack. I suppose I'll either stick with my tattered, smelly, but amazingly durable frankenpack (yes, it's a play of Frankenstein). But hey, it's a side-sling. Side-slings are always fun. :]

Anyway, over and out. 

I will update tomorrow with restaurant reviews! I've been frequenting restaurants lately. Certainly new for me, and a pleasant change of lifestyle.

Stay tuned for my exciting Thai, Vietnamese, and I-have-no-idea-what-I'm-eating adventures! Oh, and a little bonus Italian fun.

Adorable song I stumbled upon on iTunes a few months back. It really makes me smile.

Pro

-crastination.

I need to get my act together. I have a scholarship application due this Friday, and for some reason, I just can't get myself to start working on it.

Blegh.

I have to wake up at 8AM tomorrow (instead of the originally planned 10AM) to attend some stupid assembly that'll probably be nothing more than a huge waste of time. Horray.

I have like, two tests, one project, two enormous homework assignments, and one application due on Friday. None of which I have gotten ANY start on. Oh, and Poetry Night is on Friday.
Sometimes I wish time would just take a chill pill and stop moving so quickly.

I don't even feel motivated enough to write a blog post. Oh noes!

Oh, here's a treat! An exerpt from one of my novels.
Waking Up in Vegas (WWIV)

"          "Okay, look." Ruby let out a long breath, "I know you said you'd take care of it. And maybe you're used to this type of thing and it doesn't matter to you. But it's a big deal to me, and I want all traces of it gone. So let's arrange some sit-down with lawyers and talk this thing out like civil people–"
            "Hold on," Sean held up a finger in demand of silence. He pulled a purring Blackberry out of the back pocket of his tattered jeans and barked into the speaker. "Yeah. I know I said I'd be back in fifteen," he angrily ran a hand through his dark hair, "Listen very carefully: I don't give a fuck. I can ride a bike even if it takes longer, and I can go to Starbucks even though their coffee tastes like shit. Do you know why? Because I feel like it. When did I ever say it was okay for you to tell me what to do?"
            Ruby took in a deep breath to prevent herself from reaching for her gun and shooting a hole straight through the bastard's face. Well, at least he wasn't only a douche bag to her. From the corner of her eye, she could see a vein twitching in Haney's neck from the abuse of profanities.
            "Okay, I need to go." Sean hung up the phone with a frown and immediately began to unchain his bike. "Ugh. I didn't even get my fucking coffee.
           "Excuse me! We're not done here!" Ruby marched up to him and snatched the bike handles out of his hands.
            "Fine. Whatever. Here." Before Ruby could protest, Sean grabbed her free wrist and dropped his Blackberry into her upturned palm. In her surprise, she released the bike.
            "What the hell–"
            "I'll call you." In one smooth motion, Sean mounted the beat-up bicycle and melted into traffic, trailed by the blaring of car horns."

Oh. Sean is such a cutie. :D Too bad he's fictional. (Why do I always have a thing for douche-bags?)

This might be my shortest post in the history of short posts (except for that oober long passage).

 

Somewhere Only We Know

I'm cool as a cucumber today. It's been raining lately, and that suits me just fine.

What I really want right now is a camera. There's so much beauty in the world, yet I have no tools but my eyes to record the magic of each day.

Most digital cameras with high megapixels usually enlarge the picture, but do nothing for color vibrancy and picture quality. At the same time, professional cameras cost too much. And a lot of "good" cameras I've checked out don't have good stability.

I would love to get a professional camera, but life at the moment does not permit it. Thus, I'm looking for a portable version that's as artistic as they get. Something I can whip out at a random moment and go "snap snap."

Any recommendations for a cheap(ish) camera with great picture quality?

I want a camera that can churn out something like this:

I always get what I want

When there's nothing in my way, and when it doesn't belong to someone else. And if nobody else wants it after I ask politely multiple times, and if I leave it there and nobody takes it... then I get what I want.

HOLY MOTHER OF BUG--

It's final's week.

Guess what I am doing right now?
(Well, assuming that you're reading this at a different time from when I am actually doing what I want you to think I'm doing, you probably will not guess right, but take a shot anyway.)

Guess what I should be doing?

APUSH and I have VERY ambivalent feelings toward each other. It's more of a, "I will refrain from throwing you into a blazing pit of spikes and fire, if you..." Well, it's only a one-sided deal. The APUSH book is like the nonfiction version of Twilight.

Speaking of Twilight, am I the only one who thinks that Edward Cullen's glitter farts would smell nice?

Okay, okay. I can't stay and chat for long. FINALS!
Today was very chill. Went to 4,5 Spanish for about an hour, realized how horribly I am failing that class, and got let out.
Spent the next two hours in the library.
Tall-but-not-really-cute guy from journ was there. He had the funniest expression when I walked toward his direction, almost as if he were expecting me to strike up a conversation or offer a greeting. He is such a dork.
Is it bad that I think he's way too fun to tease?
Oh, and VERY-cute-but-kinda-short guy from Spanish sat at the computer across from me for a while. He is adorable. But, you know, after past experiences, my policy is older boys only. (Or ah-mazingly cute younger boys. Oh, them damn cute sophomores.)

Oh, and I have a new friend. Its name is Happiness Balloon.
It's a big yellow balloon with a crooked smiley face on it. (I shall attach a picture AS SOON as I find my cell phone wire.)

But for now, ta ta, so long, too-ta-loo, ciao.

Oh, new musical obsession (From Smallville! <3):

Itsy Bitsy Pink Face Vibrator

Well, that was anti-climatic.
Guess what my trip to Target yielded? For some mysterious reason, every time I visit Target, I almost end up purchasing items that I normally wouldn't even glance at (in other words, items that are reasonably priced under the standards of Capitalism, but insanely expensive when considering common sense and real material value.)
Anyway, I walked away with an ADORABLE gray-and-white sweater. It has a retro vibe, but the loose top and tight waist gives it a refined look. If only I had a camera. Also in my basket was:
the Neutrogena Wave (Duo)!
I know, I know!
The commercials always have an adorable washed-out Disney star smiling and rubbing her face with a pink vibrator. Well, it was just sitting on the shelf, begging to be picked up.
And of course, being the person that I am, I can't splurge on a random facial product that I do not need without writing a review!

My Wave is limited edition pink, like, oh my God. After doing some (too-late) research online, I really wasn't expecting the little thing to work. But, forever the optimist, I ripped over the package with some enthusiasm. I honestly didn't know why I spent seventeen dollars on the contraption, but I suppose I was in an experimental mood -- the same goes for my (New and AWESOME) purple plaid pants.

I won't go into detail about using the thing, since you can probably find that elsewhere. All I have to say is, make sure you don't have a male roommate who easily comes to strange conclusions when a muffled buzzing noise is emitted from the bathroom.

After an abnormally long time staring at my face in the mirror, my sore arm and I have had enough of the Wave. It does not work. Although, of course, that doesn't mean it's a useless piece of trash. It is entertaining, to some degree. Come on, who wouldn't love a bright pink face vibrator? Doesn't it just make you feel pampered and kinky?

Pros:
.Leaves skin feeling tingly and refreshed -- although that might just be the chemicals eating away at my flesh.
.Adorable design. Fits right in my hand.
.Kinda fun to mess around with and hear it buzz.

Cons:
.Takes a while to work up to a lather, and even then there are pathetically little amounts of bubbles. I want my suds!
.Doesn't work. Although that just may be for me, but the white scrubbing pad came off my skin as white as it began with.
.If you're anything like me, who likes taking things apart, the Wave doesn't leave much to the imagination.
.Very wasteful. The cleaning pads are one-use only, and the Wave itself only comes with 21 pads. To be honest, they aren't as phenomenal and amazing as one would expect. They're just the same ol' Neutrogena stuff packed into a little circular piece of fluff.

Little urks:

I am INSANELY tempted to place it on the floor like Vanessa does on the commercial and see if the thing will buzz across the floor. Too bad that would be unsanitary.

My male roommate now looks at me funny.

The wave is fun to play with, and for someone with worse skin than I do, it might even work. If you're looking for a serious skin-cleaning tool, skip the wave and invest on a REAL face vibrator. If you just feel like splurging, the wave is essentially a toy. One which I will probably tire of soon, but, hey, I have a friend who's willing to buy. :]