Oh! The Places You Go!

well...

Sat, 27 Aug 2005 18:41:02 GMT

I believe that this is my schedule, but there still might be some changes in it, you never know.

1st- AP English -Smolin
2nd- Tennis- Mizuno... Going to be AWESOME
3rd- Jazz Ensemble A- Taguchi
4th- AP Bio- Laramay (maybe AP Stat- Talib, depends on what i take 7th)
5th- Photo- Rainwaters
6th- AP Gov- Silverman
7th- AP Stat- Online (perhaps AP Physics online, but that sounds hard.)

Yeah

Tue, 28 Jun 2005 04:43:17 GMT

Thanks Andrea. It was something to do.

Current Clothes: shorts/Day Camp T-Shirt, stained with strawberries and rasberries from camp today
- Current Mood: bored
- Current Music: Bob Schneider
- Current Make-up: uh...no.
- Current Hair: normal...
- Current Smell: i don't know
- Current thing I ought to be doing: figuring out what college i should go to.
- Current Desktop Picture: Vue D'Esprit pic i created
- Current Favorite Artist: Bob Schneider
- Current Favorite Group: Earth Wind and Fire, Tower of Power, and Barenaked Ladies
- Current Book: Different Loves, by Italo Calvino
- Current CD in CD Player: Tower of Power, Live in Sacramento
- Current tape in VCR: no idea
- Current DVD in DVD Player: Training Day
- Current Color Of Toenails: The normal color
- Current Refreshment: Milk
- Current Worry: i'm going to have work with the 6s for the entire summer. (as opposed to 7-8s, my favorite)

Last thing:
- You Touched: keyboard
- You Talked to: mom
- You Hugged: Hannah
- You Instant messaged: Samantha
- You Yelled At: mother, probably
- You Kissed: oh man. Natalie, side of the head, last week?

[ FAV0RiTE .. ]
- Foods: French Toast
- Drink: Cream Soda
- Color: Green
- Album: Barenaked Ladies- Maroon
- Shoes: Sandals
- Candy: Skittles
- Animal: Dog (Sub Class: Beagle)
- TV Show: 24
- Song: Falling For the First Time- Barenaked Ladies
- Vegetable: Carrots
- Fruit: Strawberries
- Cartoon: Family Guy
- Flower: Orchids

[ ARE Y0U .. ]
- Understanding: yep
- Open-minded: sometimes
- Arrogant: can come off that way
- Insecure: sometimes
- Interesting:i sure hope so
- Easily Amused: If i was, would i be doing this right now?
- Random: Sometimes (thank you Sofia)
- Hungry: always
- Friendly: sure
- Moody: sometimes
- Childish: with Sofia (among others.)
- Independent: try to be
- Healthy: hell no
- Emotionally Stable: always
- Shy: if i'm with people i'm not yet comfortable with
- Difficult: hell yes
- Bored Easily: um. Duh?!
- Messy: yes
- Thirsty: always
- Responsible: certainely
- Obsessed: yeah
- Angry: not most of the time
- Sad: never
- Happy: probably
- Hyper: again, with Sofia
- Trusting: Yes, i think.
- Talkative: with Dr. Victor...HELL yes

HAVE Y0U EVER ..
- Been kissed? once
- Done Drugs? negatory
- Eaten an entire box of Oreos? no, but about half...
- Been on stage? Yes
- Dumped Someone? No
- Gotten in a car accident? No
- Been in love? No

[ FAV0RiTE .. ]
-Shampoo? um. Whichever is cheapest
-Toothpaste? Crest all the way.
-Soap? I don't know
-Room in your house? mine
-Instrument? At the moment, clarinet...sometimes, piano

[ EiTHER/0R .. ]
- Coffee or hot chocolate? Hot chocolate
- big or little? depends on what...probably big
- Lace or satin? lace...
- New or old? new (some times old. For cars...old....)
- Wool or cotton? cotton, wool is itchy.
- Rose or Lily? lily
- Oldies or pop? Oldies
- Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? i wish
- Do you have a best friend? maybe not mutual, but i hope so.

[ iN THE LAST 24 H0URS, HAVE Y0U .. ]
- Cried? change it to like 3 years, and it's stilll no.
- Helped someone? Yes
- Bought something? No
- Gotten sick? No
- Gone to the movies? No
- Gone out for dinner? No
- Said "i love you"? yes (Hi Genna!)
- Written a real letter? no
- Moved on? to what?
- Talked to an ex? no
- Missed an ex? no
- Talked to someone you have a crush on? no
- Had a serious talk? do i ever?
- Missed someone? mm hmm.
- Hugged someone? no
- Fought with your parents? all the time
- Fought with a friend? no

[ D0 Y0U .. ]
- Eat with your mouth open? ew no
- If you got a tattoo, where would you get it? Ankle, or something fancy.
- What color is your floor/carpet in your room? wood!
- What was the last CD you bought? Harry Nilsson
- How did you spend last summer? for sure, Cheviot Hills Day Camp...so bomb
- When's the last time you showered? this morning
- Are you lonely? yes
- Are you happy? yes
- Are you wearing pajamas? negatory
- Are you talking to someone online? yes
- What is your astrological sign? L-L-Leo

Just kinda...thinking

Mon, 06 Jun 2005 05:14:01 GMT

(Why would you) leave remnants of yourself dotted here
As if accidental (I'm sure they were)
In case I'd forget otherwise (I'm sure I won't)
Crawling under the bed
Hiding under piles of my own disorganization
Intermingling and tainting everything
Infected with those precious few items of junk
Soiled with your scent
And it's all terribly erratic.

They remind me of how we hung here -
Laid there, cocooned in each other
Speaking in tangents too sparse to be named conversation
Making excuses
But Tell-Tale and Know-All hung in the air
Stayed there
Haunting us
Like memories of things which are yet to pass.

I don't know if this is a current affair
or
A change-of-channel insight to the future
I could sell these pieces of you as memorabilia
Some bric-a-brac in a dirty backstreet market
To reflect their worth
And ours.

Or we could die a myth buried in each other's dust.

Sat, 28 May 2005 17:11:48 GMT

I got a cellphone. Big News. Finally, eh?

I'm melting, i'm me-e-e-e-e-e-ellting

Thu, 07 Apr 2005 01:51:11 GMT

new crush. I'll figure it out eventually. We'll see how it goes.

Her smile is amazing, and she nearly has me melting when i talk to her. (Which isn't enough. I'm making an effort).

Anyways, we'll see if anything can happen. i certainly hope so.

The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth

Sun, 13 Mar 2005 00:15:45 GMT

You're all going to hate me but....SATs=Easy

Vote Judge Joe Moody for Texas Supreme Court

Mon, 07 Mar 2005 03:20:28 GMT

Cody and I are shopping kings

For he is Cesar, and I am Oscar.

And we shall rule the world.

In other news, Jazz Band swept the Dos Pueblos High School Jazz Festival. Combo, B Band, and A Band got 1st place. It's because we're amazing. We'll see how we do against El Dorado two weeks from now. I hope we win...

Sat, 05 Mar 2005 05:46:34 GMT

I seriously just watched the greatest movie ever. It's simply brilliant. And Matt Dillon is super cool. The ending is amazing, it just keeps ending, in so many different ways. If you haven't seen Employee of the Month, go get it. Right now!

Tue, 01 Mar 2005 06:13:58 GMT

This gave me a laugh. So i laughed. And maybe you will too!

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 02:54:10 GMT

I just got wind of the fact i won a contest. Amazing, eh? It was a short story contest, with theme being "love bites", or "dark love". Some of the entries were fab, and some....weren't so fab. Anyways, i didn't really expect to win, but voila! I'm not getting any money (oh poo!), but i will get publication in a national/online magazine, and that always looks good on college applications. I figured i'd post it for you guys to read it, and hopefully give constructive criticism, because i don't believe it's that good. I'll post the link the magazine when it is released, sometime in mid february. I'll put it behind a cut, because i don't want you guys to have to scroll through it, if you don't want to read it. (which hopefully, won't happen, because i know y'all want to read it)

"Norsten hosen vashkul" said the homeless man, in some sort of unintelligible language that seemed to make a lot of sense to only himself.

The man standing beside him, in a bowler's hat, began to think of what it meant to him. He wondered what this man was trying to accomplish. Initiate a conversation? Make a statement? Argue about something? Sliding down the wall next to the figure curled under a blanket, Bowler Hat began to ponder his own life. What it really meant to him. He thought of the important things, the things he possessed. And then he tried to juxtapose himself with the homeless man. He tried to put himself in this man’s shoes. Except the homeless man didn’t have any shoes.

Next to the blanket was a shopping cart full of cans, a winter coat, and a guitar case. This was the poor man’s wealth: the ability to play the guitar, and to push a shopping cart through the windy streets of Chicago. He imagined sitting on the sidewalk on some non-important street, plucking away at the strings, perhaps creating the next number 1 single that no one would ever listen to. Possibly making a quarter for a beautiful melody, or if he was lucky, a dollar. George Washington’s wooden teeth smiling all the way back at him for the work he put into that hard-earned dollar.

He thought of this man's journey to the recycling factory. After spending the nights wandering the streets rummaging for cans, he finally filled his shopping cart, stolen from the supermarket down on 6th and Central. He made the journey down to 118th street, and pushed each can into the machine for a hard earned dime. Three hundred Eisenhowers filled his pockets, creating the wondrous sound of hundreds of pieces of metal striking each other. The *clink clink clink* was a song more meaningful to him than any song he wrote on his guitar.

And finally he turned his thoughts to the winter coat. This huge burden that this man had to carry around for 8 months out of the year, to use so he wouldn’t freeze to death in the colder days of the year. And then he realized, this was how this poor man kept time. The weather was the tell-tale sign of what month it was. Burning August, or windy October? He seemed so primitive, yet so advanced. Realizing the rain that was beginning to fall, he pulled the blanket over the unshaved face of the homeless man, protecting both of them from the torrential drizzling. It suddenly occurred to him that even he didn’t know what month it was, and he began wonder where his winter coat was, and whether it was still hanging in the closet in his seemingly far away apartment.

He realized that this putrid man had two loves, music and warmth. The other happenings in life didn’t seem to be of any importance; the news, sports, even women or alcohol. Apparently cleanliness didn’t matter either, considering the smell emanating from this man. But these two loves did, in the life that existed in his shopping cart, and his blanket, on the sidewalk in front of the First National Bank.

“Excuse me? What did you say?” said the man with the bowler hat.

“I could use a bath, some whiskey, and a condom” replied the homeless man.

Was the man in the bowler hat wrong? Was this other man exactly like him, when it did not seem like it all?

And so they went home together

Sun, 30 Jan 2005 23:40:47 GMT

Well. I've been photoshipping lately. And following with my everlasting love for Calvin and Hobbes. I show you some of my work.

Give me your thoughts.

Shouldn't I be studying for finals? no. Because i'm lazy. Fin (The end).

Follow Nike- Just Do It!!!

Sun, 30 Jan 2005 07:58:53 GMT

Oh come on. Go out with me. It'll be fun. You know what i mean.

Sun, 30 Jan 2005 03:16:07 GMT

I needed to make a new entry, to show off my entirely new layout. Just because it is so tight. I figured i would do that lame song lyric thing, because its easy. Except for the fact i don't listen to mainstream music, so it might be hard to guess. Anyway, y'all know the rules

Guess the lyrics

~~1. Ooh, you were meant to be near me. Ooh, I really want for you to hear me. Say we'll be together every day.~~

2. Forever, forever find my darling. True love is written in the stone. Never, never find my darling. Never you be alone.

3. Let's stay, at home, and listen to some sexy soul. Just the two of us, alone. There's nowhere else i'd rather go.

4. Once you get a taste, there's no turning back. You can be on your own, or you can run with the pack. But the time we'll come, to clean up your act.

5. After what you've meant to me, Ooh baby now, I can make it easily, Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that we both agree, Best thing to happen to you, The best thing that happened to me.

6. As my life goes on i believe Somehow something's changed. Something deep inside. Ooh a part of me

7. If you leave me now, you’ll take away the biggest part of me. No baby please don’t go. And if you leave me now, you’ll take away the very heart of me. No baby please don’t go.

8. If you think of her as joan of arc. She’s burning for you, get your car out of park. If you think of her as catherine the great. Then you should be the horse to help her meet her fate. If you need her, you should be there.

9. Anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has its cost. Anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost. What if I lost my direction? What if I lost sense of time? What if I nursed this infection? Maybe the worst is behind

10. But I don't tend to worry 'bout the things that other people say. And I'm learning that I wouldn't want it any other way. Call me crazy but it really doesn't matter. All that matters to me is she.

11. Another night at the palace ’cause there is nothing else to do. The same people, the same drinks and the same music, the same quicksand. I think this harbour town is waist deep and sinking fast.

~~12. We gave her everything we owned just to sit at her table, just a smile would lighten everything~~

13. You know that what you eat you are. But what is sweet now turns so sour. We all know ob-bla-di-bla-da. but can you show me where you are

14. Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes. They call me on and on across the universe. Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box

15. Paranoia strikes deep. Into your life it will creep. It starts when you're always afraid. You step out of line, the man come and take you away.

It's not like there's a lot of variation between bands. But it's not like this actually that important to me. Guess please. It'll make me feel wanted.

I have this obsession with Parenthesis

Tue, 18 Jan 2005 02:04:23 GMT

(L is a little thing)

It’s just I loved you in small short doses,
Never enough for you to know, or see or care
But it was there, At least I think it was there...
So I can’t blame you for never, ever noticing.

I picked it up, and toyed with it for a while
This ‘love’ that is, but the very sound of it,
Even the little thought of it, was subtly, but completely
Absolutely absurd. So I put it away,
And tucked it up to keep me warm for a rainy day
(but it just grew grey, and cold.)

And now it goes on, this thing
This tucked up cold, dead wee thing inside of me
It wrings its hands and worries
And rouses a sickening feeling inside of me
‘Love’ that is, it screams love and oozes love
And bleeds love and occasionally feels love.
But it doesn’t know love, not really

Because it can’t really, because I don't it know either.
So if you ever wondered, or wished or whatevered
At the thought of my love, either way, receiving or giving
It was there, in short, sharp bursts, an inconsistent tapping,
A gentle gnawing at my heart, I just never really found that it was,
That it was significant enough to show you.

(Might i mention the new red text isn't of anger, but of passion. But i didn't want to be gay and choose pink)

Hmm

Mon, 10 Jan 2005 04:00:54 GMT

So i'm back. And i had fun. Pics and summary coming later, when i've slept. But i figured i'd let everone know. And put this up, which is to no one in particular...i just felt like writing.

(Untitled as of now)

Maybe they are a breath of wind that whispers across a creek,
Or maybe the silent thunder of ants stomping their tiny feet.
Vaporized kisses hang on the trees and fall from the big blue sky.
They touch a radiant flower and noone can see them but I.
They could be the stillness that comes before a storm,
Or they could be a wave cascading on the shore.
Faded hands and an endearing soul are all that remain of me.
Many a mortal looks away but only the unique can see.
Vaporized Kisses are consumed in my lungs,
and give life to my beautiful heart.
They fly around each other like lovers who cannot bear to be apart.
Maybe they are an eagle amidst an evening flight,
Or maybe they are the awesome force behind the Northern Lights

Sat, 01 Jan 2005 08:01:04 GMT

I feel like such an LJ whore now, after updating 5 times in 2 days or so...its unlike me. Plus, who ACTUALLY reads this stuff. But, i figured it would be interesting...Anyways, it's 11:30, 30 minutes before 2005...and i just got back from a party, because i have homework to do, and i'm leaving for Hawaii on Sunday, so i'll go to bed at midnight. This 'party' i went to was quite fun actually. It was a Murder Mystery party with my mom, my sister, her best friend, her best friend's parents, and me. (6 people). Sammi, Caitlin (my sister's bff), played the part of Lotte, a German...and there was much discussion about how to pronounce her name. Whether it was La-Tee, La-Tae (like the coffee), or Latta. It was all in good fun. I ended up trying to kill her, and she tried to kill Henri, a frenchman, and it was either you were having an affair with everyone or, you were trying to kill everyone. It turns out that Peggy, Sammi's mom, had done the dirty deed, and i was innocent, even though i was a secret spy for Britain...anyways. It's hard to explain...but i have pictures!!!

That was my aunt. During Christmas. Don't ask me what she's doing....

Kinda ironic i finish this at midnight, eh?

Sat, 01 Jan 2005 01:44:27 GMT

I'm so incredibly proud of myself, i finished my term paper and my DBQ. It's great when you have motivation to do things. It's even better when there are two sources of motivation. Gotta do excellent jobs on these to get into college, because i already decided what college i want to go to, and it's going to be hella hard to get in. And to the other source, you know who you are....

Fri, 31 Dec 2004 02:43:47 GMT

Its kinda scary how much you can miss someone after having seen them less than 4 hours ago....

Thu, 30 Dec 2004 00:20:19 GMT

She's a lying weasel. I was first, do you not agree?

Yes, There is Someone

Tue, 28 Dec 2004 05:51:56 GMT

I was in mood for writing, even though i can't get ANY work done on my history DBQ (except the first 4 paragraphs, but shush). Anyways, here we go:

Engulfed and Exhumed from Sleep

I'm engulfed in that horizon,
The one you always look towards.
Now this ritual evolves to a habit,
Only half-heartedly performed.
Your eyes hold cloudy disinterest,
Cataracts hastening your voluntary blindess,
and draining all the colors of the sky.
The horizon where I was.

There is not just the distance that seperates us,
but hours as quick like drips from faucets,
or slow like creaking doors.
How long are your hours,
and how short are your days?
Rarely acknowledged,
like strangers walking down busy impersonal streets,
We barely talk, barely touch.
Afraid of contact, verbal or otherwise.

It's almost as if...
We have this prenuptual agreement,
To snare our snatches of sleep
in spontaneous intervals.
I'm waking when your drifting off,
or I'm falling into black hole comas.
Because it's a balancing act at times,
to live and learn and sleep.

Yet there are times,
moments torn between,
my dreaming and waking.
When thoughts and observances are unclear,
when limbs move involuntarily,
spasm, twitch, spasm, twitch,
that I'll feel your arms around me.
At times my face is buried in your hair,
and I feel the rise and fall of your chest.

I swear there is an imprint,
faint creases in the unoccupied side of my bed.
To keep me company in lifetimes of insomnia,
phantoms, illusions of comfort.
We never seem to coincide,
not even in our seperate worlds of sleep.

Anyways, i think i'm in love, with winter break as well. And Hawaii is in a few days, (Sunday) so that's super exciting. I kinda wish i could skip in time to Sunday, but have all my homework done...and go slow-mo at the one part where i might see this person...but we all know we can't do that. I guess i'm not so good at putting more than 5 sentences together about life, it wouldn't be coherent anyways, not that there is much. Anyways, comment on the above, please.

UPDATE: I have a new cousin, and its the only one that lives in LA. Samuel (Sammy) Ray Tressider was born this Monday morning, at 1 AM, weighing 8 pounds, 4 oz. He was 21 inches long. Here's a pic.

Is he SOOOO cute, or what?

Oh Em Gee

Tue, 28 Dec 2004 03:55:58 GMT

I got a Yamaha Custom Z for xmas. I have to pay for half of it, but that's not the point...its the sweetest horn ever. Plays like a fucking dream. 2004>1926.

Mommy And Me

Thu, 23 Dec 2004 04:53:34 GMT

Some pictures of my mom and i.

Suck it Up

Sun, 12 Dec 2004 06:55:48 GMT

So. More pictures, because that's all i do in my spare time..which is all the time. I have no friends. And its not like my life is interesting.

Anyways, i'm playing around with where the light is coming from (1st, 3rd) and water/reflection (4th, 5th)...

So...enjoy.

Vue D'Esprit

Tue, 07 Dec 2004 01:29:10 GMT

So, i found out about this new 3d object editing program. Basically, it lets you create really creative and interesting landscapes, that looks ALMOST real. I've downloaded the demo, i might get it for xmas or something...its kinda expensive ($150 ish), but its well worth it. This is what i've made so far, tell me what you think?

Gobble Gobble

Sun, 28 Nov 2004 22:42:07 GMT

So, thanksgiving came and went...and so did the rain, apparently. And i have pictures of various things, some from T-Day, and some obviously arent.

Nathaniel on the bus....

Umm. My sister took this picture. Not my fault.

My sister imitating my mother

My sister trying to make a gross face. Did she succeed? Yes or no?

...don't ask

...or about this either...

This was some work i did on photoshop later...i thought i'd share it with y'all. It would make a cool background, for LJ, or for your desktop.

Anyways, i also spent time on saturday at Natasha's house doing her chemistry project. I was supposed to go over there at 1...so i did, and she wasn't there. She stood me up :-P. So i went home, and she picked me up, and we went back to her house...two hours later. Talk about a waste of time...driving back and forth...twice. She's a bad person.

And Friday, (so what if i'm not going chronologically), i did nothing. Yippee. Hope your weekend was as exciting as mine.