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[May. 21st, 2006|04:36 am] |
so i was at brenda c's party tonight and at one point in the evening i was talking to this kid (funny story, i ran into him earlier outside of seven eleven and he was totally digging my bike and he was like yehhh so where are you going and i said, oh my friends party on addison and somehow him and his gang made their way there with no further directions)
anyways... so i'm talking to this guy...
and i say something smirk like, 'oh so you're one of those oakland kids that rides their bike' and his response was 'no i'm not one of those. i'm not into sterotyping.' and that's the thing... why the fuck not?! it's so conveniently easy to stereotype. why should it be negative? and i responded with, 'well, what about stereotypes turn you off? is it perhaps because it's pretty disturbing how true they really are. or maybe perhaps it's because stereotypes make you less unique than you think you are. well, then all you have to do is accept the fact that you're human just like everyone else and perhaps perhaps you are exactly just like everyone else--just someone who wants to do things and live life. so tell me, would i be stereotyping you if i were to say, ok well you're human just like everyone else. no, i guess that would just be a matter of fact. regardless, there's nothing wrong with stereotypes, they don't define who you are, they just sort of define the way you live your life, and if there's nothing unique about your way life it doesn't mean there's nothing unique about you. (sorry double negative, i'm drunk i hope this makes sense).
and he said he was thinking too much, and it didnt make sense.
but if you ask me what doesn't make sense, i'd probaly respond with, negative connotations--that's what doesn't make sense. |
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[May. 19th, 2006|12:15 pm] |
Someone posted this on myspace, and i liked it so i'm saving it.
Girls leave their schedule wide-open and wait for a guy to call and make plans. Grown women make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where he fits in.
Girls want to control the man in their life. Grown women know that if he's truly hers, he doesn't need controlling.
Girls check you for not calling them. Grown women are too busy to realize you hadn't.
Girls try to put a man 'on lock' by using sex. Grown women know that it's the sex of the mental kind that makes a man want to 'lock' you down.
Girls fake-moan, lay there and take the stabbing. Grown women say, "Just stop", get up, get dressed and walk it out.
Girls are afraid to be alone. Grown women revel in it-- using it as a time for personal growth.
Girls ignore the good guys. Grown women ignore the bad guys.
Girls worry about not being pretty and/or good enough for their man. Grown women know that they are pretty and/or good enough for any man.
Girls try to monopolize all their man's time (i.e, don't want him hanging with his friends). Grown women realize that a little bit of space makes the 'together time' even more special -- and goes to hang with her own friends!
Girls think a guy crying is weak. Grown women offer their shoulder and a tissue. Girls want to be spoiled and 'tell' their man so. Grown women 'show' him and make him comfortable enough to reciprocate without fear of losing his 'manhood'.
Girls get hurt by one man and make all men pay for it. Grown women know that it was just one man.
Girls fall in love, chase aimlessly after the object of their affection, ignoring all 'signs'. Grown women know that sometimes the one you love, doesn't always love you back -- and move on, without bitterness.
Girls will read this and get an attitude. Grown women will read this and pass it on to other Grown women. |
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[May. 18th, 2006|07:15 pm] |
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at 10:40 pm tonight it will be exactly 10 days till I arrive in London!
eeeeeeh!!!!! |
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| school pranks |
[May. 10th, 2006|01:30 am] |
so my awesome wife christy and i and a bunch of other kids did the most incredible thing today.
there's an elevator that runs through dwinelle hall and stops on the stage of 155 (the huge lecture hall). and there's a door, and you open it, and bam you are on stage.
so we got a boombox and a sweet posse and blasted fannypack-cameltoe, and got in the elevator, and popped out on the stage of anthro 3 and did a little dance for the class and popped back into the elevator.
we ran into liza, vince, sam, etc outside of wheeler and tried to get them to join in but they declined and just said they'd just watch. so they went in and sat in the back of the class and started hooting and clapping and cheering. and then the whole class started clapping.. and the professor pulled to the side and we had our whole 35 seconds of fame.
ok, so i think this should be in an instated last day of school prank forever.
oh yeh,
here's me and the wife celebrating back home later that afternoon:
edit: christy and i also have a new boyfriend. this kid jason saw us and he came up and was like, 'what's going on!? you guys are awwwwesome~!' and we told him and he was totally ecstatic. and he's a total dork. and he joined in on the prank. and we got his number. and the best part is, wait for it, he's 19. hahaha. |
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[May. 5th, 2006|01:12 pm] |
so fre got out of jail wednesday nite. a day before his mom's birthday. cloyne is totally ecstatic. and now he is officially out of business.
also, i got the largest single in cloyne for next fall. C2P(arisa!) it's like 2 rooms connected. all mine. sure, it's a shithole... but it's home...
also, my whole body aches after dancing for like 4 hours straight at the mylo show on wednesday. it was amazing, let me tell you. i have never danced so hard in my life. i kept putting handfuls of icecubes in my shirt, and thinking, wow im so hot and sweaty i cant even feel it. so i kept putting more in.
all this added up is probably why my throat is a bit scratchy. and jesus christ my body aches. ive been waking up the past 2 days feeling like i was beaten up with a bat. good thing tylenol makes me hella nauseous.
also, i'm FLYING TO LONDON IN 22 DAYS!!!! wahhhsuuhhh im so excited :D |
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[Apr. 30th, 2006|09:43 am] |
i just had bad sex you guys. twice.
fuck im an idiot, i just realized i gave him my real number.
edit: so after getting him to leave by saying my parents are coming over.. kim and i went to thai temple for brunch and i see him there... he waved and i waved back and uhh i didnt know what to do. so i waved and smiled and walked away. maybe that means he wont call now. |
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| christine is a fucking lying sack of shit |
[Apr. 29th, 2006|04:08 pm] |
Last nite, i allowed my friends christine and mike to use my room to fuck, basically. They invited themselves upstairs and said, hey can way stay? and i said, uhhhh okay stay on the couch, touch my bed and I WILL KILL YOU. i don't give a fuck if you fuck on the couch just STAY OFF MY BED!!! i said it like 30 zillion times, and how did they respond? okay okay we promise, chill. and im like okay theres condoms in the green box have a blast, just remember DONT GO ON MY BED.
I come back an hour or so later to get more booze, and i knock on the door and i wait around for like 5 minutes, while they hastily try to finish up. and im like fuck this its my room stop!!! you guys have had over an hour. and i come in and my bed is totally dissheveled. and i fucking blew up! i told them to get the fuck out. and christine apologized. so i had to change my sheets at like 5 in the morning drunk and hungover. and she called and left 2 messages. i txted her and told her she royally fucked up and that if a dick can come between me trusting her, then fuck her. and she left me a message saying "im sorry how do i gain your trust back ill wash your sheets."
it's not about fucking sheets.
also, they fucking threw the used condom on my deck and left the condom wrapper on my desk.
alcohol is not an excuse to be a shithead. youre not drunk enough to fuck but youre drunk enough to be a complete piece shit to one of your good friends. |
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| Europa Europa! |
[Apr. 28th, 2006|11:22 am] |
i'm leaving may 31st for london... my friend Eric suggestested I stay at this hostel in london called The Generator. Apparently, it's a lot like cloyne--24 hr party + a shithole. So i'm probably gonna love it. There's another Generator in Berlin, but that ones full. It really sucks we're not gonna be able to stay in Berlin for too long because it's way expensive (due to the World Cup) and all the shithole hostels are all full.
i'm gonna try and scrape some more money out of my parents... maybe make them feel guilty that i didnt get to study abroad and "all my friends did"...
i have to spend the first week in the UK on my own, Zoe has her art show until june 7th... and I have to fly out by May 31st before ticket prices double. So i figure she's not going to want to do all the uk touristy shit, so i'm just gonna do it on my own.. i tried contacting hannah a couple days ago to see if i could meet up with her in leeds.. and eric says i can stay with him in birmingham (but he also says theres nothing to do there). so we'll see...
i planned a rough germany itinerary yesterday: I figure we'd go from netherlands to cologne, hamburg, berlin, dresden, and then munich.. (and then down to czech, switz, italy). i've planned out museum passes etc, but i still need to go through nightlife attractions and palaces and castles etc.
oh, i also found out that aldyn is studying in siena all summer. and then jimmy said we could stay with him at his parent's cottage in amsterdam, and he's got friends all over europe that we could stay with. which means less hostels + more money. but i figure the first week will be the most expensive, specially in london. and apparently jimmy's dad can get a yr long eurorail pass for $500... and i have no idea where's he's getting that from. the cheapest i found was like $840 or something like that for a 2 month student pass.
anywayz,
i'm going to sta to book a flight.. so i can start booking everything else. |
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[Apr. 26th, 2006|10:11 pm] |
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so i was sitting in class today, taking notes, pulling out my cellphone every 10 minutes to check the time, and then i realized... isn't it easy how we just summarized all of WWII in 2 and a half hours. |
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[Apr. 25th, 2006|12:02 pm] |
sometimes i feel like things are never fully explained... and we just trust that everything makes sense.
but those misunderstandings, friendships and relationships that just didn't last... i wonder if we were both more expressive if things would still be okay
i guess the real question is how do you avoid lasting grudges or that pitiful guilt?
not the kind of guilt that i fucked up, but that it could of been helped and i was just too stubborn to bother.
but people don't talk anymore anyway, everything is stripped down to a step from communicating in binary. if i can't see your expression, your pose, your hands, and i can't hear the intonation of your voice (or maybe i can through the static of the receiver)... how do i really know what you're saying?
so have we started talking in shorthand? when i see you face, am i being charged for every sentence? perhaps speaking every sentence is unnecessary and life can just be condensed to text messages and an incomplete comprehension of reality. |
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[Apr. 24th, 2006|01:34 pm] |
i've got a world of vices on my shoulder and the older i get the more imperfect my life seems. and i can't find any motivation to strip myself from it all. i don't want to live this way but i don't want to die this way either. i'm not depressed, i'm just restless and obsessed with imperfection. i surround myself with drugs and parties and anything that can suck the drab out of the monotony of 24 hour days, and 7 days weeks, 12 month years.. it's so predictable i get lost in it.
the definiton of happiness is:
1.Characterized by good luck; fortunate.
2.Enjoying, showing, or marked by pleasure, satisfaction, or joy.
3.Being especially well-adapted; felicitous: a happy turn of phrase.
4.Cheerful; willing: happy to help.
5.
a.Characterized by a spontaneous or obsessive inclination to use something. Often used in combination: trigger-happy.
b.Enthusiastic about or involved with to a disproportionate degree. Often used in combination: money-happy; clothes-happy.
Definition 5a i think more closely defines addiction not happiness... but maybe i'm just addicted to happiness.. then why am i always so bitter and resentful. maybe the drugs don't work after all. |
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| fixed gear bike of my dream... |
[Apr. 11th, 2006|03:52 pm] |
i had this dream about this amazing fixed gear bike that i found on the side of the street, and all it needed was a new chain and new tires, and boy was it beautiful, and my initial response was no, it's fucked up. i can't ride it. someone needs to fix it for me. and then i was like wait, i could just fix it myself. and i did.
ugh, so yeh i'm taking this as omen to (get off my lazy ass and) join the bicyclekitchen with gina and build my very own dreamy fixed gear. |
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[Mar. 30th, 2006|02:44 pm] |
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i decided to move to nyc by my 22nd birthday... that's like 9 months... reasons being, i need to get out of the bay area. the potential job opportunities in new york are way more appealing--smaller firms, more creative design-oriented projects (instead of re-drawing the senior architects crap on cad). After completing my research on craigslist, i realized that it would probably be the most amazing rewarding experience. Otherwise, i'll be living in sf after i graduate and rent in ny isn't much more. And I have enough friends in ny that i won't feel completely alienated and lonely. I don't know. it's something to look forward to. despite never using lj, i thought it was the only way to instill it as a promise to myself. |
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[Jul. 30th, 2005|04:52 pm] |
the health center called me yesterday and left a message. they only call when test results are positive.they said they had some abnormal results.
... im going to be on medication for the rest of my life. |
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[Jul. 26th, 2005|09:41 am] |
i just remembered, so last friday when i went to the cloyne party, veljko said i was like the oracle of delphi. that has to be the most amazing compliment i have ever received. i just think about it and think, 'oh me?? the oracle? no way!'no one is ever going to come up with a better compliment not even whoever i marry. anyways :)
so whenever i hangout in berkeley it's always a self esteem pusher upper to the max. ive reached sort of celebrity quota status here. complete strangers will come up to me and be like, 'youre parisa right? ive heard so much about you!' i dont even know. i thought i was sort of a bitch, but i guess im not... |
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| jaime #2 |
[Jul. 21st, 2005|07:28 pm] |
somehow greyhounds are always involved. jaime screwed me over and i left on a greyhound. and allison screwed me over so she could buy a greyhound ticket. im so broke i don't even know what to do. i can't afford to pay for ANY of my architecture project this weekend. "ill pay you back tomorrow, ill pay you back friday, ill pay you back tuesday, wednesday, thursday." fuck me. i had to overdraw my bank account to buy architecture materials on sunday and im getting overdraft fees day by day.
salvador dali said 'you never lend money to friends' when luis bunuel asked him for $50 to pay his rent which he promised to pay back the next week. up to today, i thought wow dali is such an ass. but now i think he might have been right.
i seriously don't understand why i let this shit happen to me. and fuck, id probably let it happen again, because i rather be a good person and turn the other cheek than be an asshole like everyone else in this world. |
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| MIX to drink drano to! |
[Jul. 20th, 2005|09:31 pm] |
i made this sweet ass mix for a sweet boy, and its amazing.
Rules:
must be played in this order.
Options:
can be played on repeat for optimum effect.
Ohm Sweet Ohm Kraftwerk
Darkness Lamb
Range Life Pavement
I'm So Lonsome I Could Cry Johnny Cash
Two-Headed Boy Neutral Milk Hotel
Now It's On Grandaddy
Been A Long Time Cousin Hella
And Without Help We Perish Joy Electric
Bad Habit The Dresden Dolls
Intermission Blur
Feel The Pain Dinosaur Jr
Shallow End Morcheeba
Lower Your Eyelids To Die With The Sun M83
The Prime Time Of Your Life Daft Punk
Sad Cory-O-Grapher Xiu Xiu
Desire Yello
Ride The Friendly Skies Lightning Bolt
She's Lost Control Joy Division
The Body Breaks Devendra Banhart
Pray 1,995 Prayers Danielson Family
Numb Portishead
Thinking Of A Dream I Had The Walkmen
Between The Bars Elliott Smith
Something Changed Pulp
Tears Are In Your Eyes Yo La Tengo
Stairway to Heaven Dolly Parton
Length Of Love Interpol
My Horoscope Said It Would Be A Bad Year Beulah
Fallin' Alicia Keys
Distroia Mouse On Mars
Sunset Soon Forgotten Iron & Wine
L'Amour Stories Deerhoof
On Fire Sebadoh
Help Me Make It Through The Night Tammy Wynette
Shadow Of A Doubt Sonic Youth
Look On Down From The Bridge Mazzy Star
(njósnavélin) Sigur Ros
Life In Mono Mono
Unquiet Slumber For The Sleepers.... Genesis |
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[Jul. 14th, 2005|12:38 am] |
allison's my new wife. she just moved in. we drink booze everynite and enjoy life. tonite, we also smoked a fatty. now we're eating chips and it's fun.
we are also having a french baby, his name is NUTELLA because he is a fucking SWEETASS spread.
here he is:  |
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[Jul. 9th, 2005|02:40 am] |
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i am under SO much pain right now i cannot even begin to put it into words. i have the most awful cramps i have ever had in my life. i feel like my lower abdomen has been shot and im bleeding to death (no pun intended). woeigweoih i hate this. im on the verge of tears. i hate being a girl. |
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