People really are the slaves of time. Just now, I was fighting the clock because I wanted this post to show up at 11:59 PM of Wednesday, and not 12:00 AM of Thursday. And I realized that in the end, I would never win. I might win this battle right now, which I did, but time always wins. We never have enough time to do the things we have to do. We never have enough time to do the things we want to do. I feel like it was just two seconds ago when I looked at the clock and said "6:30. I should take a shower. No I'll wait till 7." It's 12 AM and I still haven't showered and I just threw together a crappy article and now have to memorize Spanish vocabulary. I was sitting in class today, running my fingers over my face and I touched the corners of my eyes and they felt rough. And I thought... there will be wrinkles here someday. It won't always be smooth. It won't be smooth for much longer. Every second that ticks away, it's getting closer. The inevitability of it, the futility of the struggle is just so overwhelming. We are so small.

Rant over. Spanish vocab now.

Kathleen just left for UCLA! So strange... I know it's just an hour or so away and it's not like I really see her during the weekdays anymore anyway (so sad) so it really shouldn't be different. But it just is. Going into a new world with all those new people (and a lot of old ones as well) and a completely different lifestyle while I'm still here at home and at Troy. Oh well. I have faith it'll turn out okay. Before Troy, we never went to the same school, but we were still closer than close, so we'll be okay. That's the great thing about Kathleen and me-- I have never worried about our friendship. It kinda just... exists. Sometimes I don't see her for a really long time (I know--can you imagine?) and I go over to her house, open the fridge, and then just sit on her (she's usually semi-asleep) and everything just clicks. Everything comes rushing out--what Oracle is like, what people are like, what's been going on.. and there's never a problem with lining it up. Yeah of course we don't know exactly who the person we're discussing is sometimes because he's not a mutual acquaintance, but it doesn't matter. We can still talk about that person.

Thursday Kathleen came by to visit. We were outside in the bathroom (we just did inserts in Oracle) and we see this kid with a dot, wearing baggy jeans sagged beneath his ass, and a black shirt over a white shirt, talking to Sayak and Jordan. We're like, "YOGIN!!!!!" and then... it was Darshan. Kathleen couldn't get over how precious he is and how much he looks like Yogin. (HAH TOLD YOU! I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE!!) HE DOES LOOK LIKE YOU. HE WAS WEARING YOUR FLIPPING CLOTHES!!!!
After school, Robin, Kathleen, and I went to... Starbucks, of course. It was quite nice. Java chip frappachinos and all. Robin's disgusting lotion-frappachino. :D We sat there and talked about life and stared at people who were actually nice that day and it was just like old times. *sigh* How I miss those days. It's very interesting how you never know how happy you are until that happy moment has passed. It was slightly depressing however, when Robin and Kathleen went home and I wasn't in the car! I drove past them four times and they were so busy gossiping and laughing that they didn't even notice me. :( That was mildly depressing.

Friday night I went over to Kathleen's and we went.. of all places.. to Walmart, because Kathleen needed laundry detergent for her room. Oh and gum. Weirdo. Surprisingly however, it was really fun. I just ranted to her about everything and mocked her for her SERIOUS INDECISION. "Should I get THIS ONE? or THIS ONE? OO WHAT ABOUT THIS ONE? Oh but that's SO EXPENSIVE. And O this is SMALL!"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP AND JUST TAKE ONE ALREADY???"
Hehe. I love her. So I guess it just goes to prove that it doesn't matter where you go or what you do, it's who you go with. :)

And so even though I'll miss her excruciatingly:

GOOD LUCK KATHLEEN!!!!!!!!

Oracle bonding tonight. It was LOVELY. Just... CHIPPER. Actually it wasn't so bad. But had it not been for Sarah and Robin, I just might have died. Well actually then I wouldn't have gone in the first place.

After layout, Anita decided that everyone was going to go eat at Ziings, a restaurant in downtown Fullerton which boasts Jordan Lejuwaan as its newest busboy. :) So Anita, Jon, Sayak, Sarah, Robin, Emile, Andrew, and I went down there. Clara, her brother Greg, and Scott KG met us there (non-Oracle members) and we mocked Jordan in his work uniform and made him carry away excessive amounts of our dishes. :D

It was rather funny how we were seated. We had to push three tables that could fit four to accomodate our party. Emile, Robin, Sarah, and I were sitting at the table on the far end and everyone else sat at the other two. We were our own little world, and they were their own little world, with Sayak, who was sitting next to me, acting as the unofficial bridge. Sarah is SO idiotically funny. (It's a good thing.) I think we spent the whole night laughing hysterically and uncontrollably about absolutely NOTHING. At one point, Sayak just stopped turning around because, and I quote, "EVERY TIME I TURN AROUND YOU GUYS ARE JUST DOING SOMETHING F***ING WEIRDER!!"

Anita and Sayak told Jordan's coworkers and manager embarrassing stories about him and ways to teach him. Guys, if I ever become a waitress or some other line of work like that (I know.. I'd drop all the plates or I'd trip and send it flying into the customer's hair), you will not come and mock me unless you leave a really large tip.

We introduced Sarah to chopsticks, bok choy, slurping noodles, lettuce wrap, and the Chinese language. Hehehe.. Imagine how that went.

I'm so glad Robin and Sarah are editors. :)

Oracle editors should not have to finish all their homework. Or, they shouldn't have to come to 0 period. except then I'd want to have calculus or physics 0 period instead of English. Well, then I'd fail even more. It's just not cool that when you come home from layout, have dinner, and then it's already 8 PM. I really dont' have very much homework, except the fact that I'm missing four hours of time to do it. Not cool. Not that I don't like Oracle of course. Just loads of drafts to read...

Must finish "Catcher In the Rye"

I am so overloaded with crap already, and it's only the second weekend. I'm staring at Microsoft Word not knowing how to write my opinion article for the Oracle nor my article for the OC Register. What does one do? Then I have math homework, which I can't even begin to understand, and it's not getting any prettier. *sigh* Three hours to do three things. But three very tall orders, as they would say back in the day. Two articles... maybe... understand math?? OY.

EVERYBODY MUST GO WATCH THIS:



AHHH!!!
It's the BEATLES! With VIETNAM WAR! With PSYCHEDELIC ART! WITH BRITISH GUY! WITH SINGING! WITH PROTESTING! WITH HIPPIES! WITH ANGST! WITH LOVE! WITH POETRY!

Alright guys.. I'm just warning you. When this movie comes out September 21, chances are I won't be talking/singing about much else for the next month.
So you have two options:
1. Don't go watch it and try, just TRY, to ignore my shrill screeching about it.
2. Watch it and enjoy it with me. :)

I get the feeling I'm gonna fall in love with the main character after I watch it too. Cute, British, and he sings. *sigh* What else can you ask for?

I realized that I don't blog as much as I used to, and I don't know why that is. I mean most of last year it was because I was so buried in homework and about to suffocate, but for the time being, before the onslaught begins (it's just a trickle threatening ominously to turn into a deluge before my eyes right now), that's not the case. I don't feel like I have as much to say, which I'm sure is strange. I still owe a detailed explanation of Europe, I know, but I'm waiting for Kathleen to get her lazy ass into a chair and load the pictures, because it would be totally incomplete without her pictures of us acting like utter idiots. That's the best part. :)

My dad decided that he would start a crusade to get me to stop being so completely in love with football and those who play the beautiful game. He found an article online that tells of how Cristiano Ronaldo and friends had a pool party at his house with a bunch of prostitutes and how they were up drinking and playing in the water (and out of it I'm sure) until 5 AM and how he's completely morally depraved and a horrible playboy that the world should denounce even though he's supposedly good-looking (I still don't see it). He then moved on to read me all the accounts of David Beckham, Wayne Rooney, and Rio Ferdinand's misdeeds, and then looked at me triumphantly, like he'd proven his case. And I just stared at him like... you do know that I hate those players anyway... and the club they all play/played for (Beckham's gone now obviously). Thank you for giving me further evidence to hate Man Utd even more, even though I always knew that Cristiano Ronaldo was a dirty player (PUN!!! PUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *does the pun twitch/dance thing* Get it guys? He's a dirty player because he dives and cheats and cries to the referee, and he's a dirty player because he's morally depraved and dates too many women! OMG PUN!!!!!

At any rate, my dad then assures me that he knows that Steven Gerrard and Michael Owen are just like Cristiano Ronaldo and are just as depraved, if not more so. I told him that if he could prove that Xabi Alonso has done things like that, I just might believe him. Besides, it's not like I hold footballers up to be the pinnacle of morality and my ethical compass. I'm not stupid. I know they're just a bunch of guys that just happened to be endowed with certain physical traits that allow them to be great athletes and that they are mostly a bunch of uneducated, boorish boys that got rich too quickly for the ridiculous reason that they can kick a ball better than the next lad, and thus they think they are entitled to anything they want, and in most instances, get it.
Knowing that, I still love Liverpool Football Club and its players. We won 6-0 today and are currently top of the league. Just let me enjoy it while it lasts for the next 12 hours, alright? But we're still in good position even if Chelsea win tomorrow. :)

Someone remind me to call the senior picture people!

I've been thinking in Spanish. I don't know if this is a good thing. And I've finally caved into Kathleen's love for Spanish music and downloaded a couple Juanes songs. Purely for educational reasons, even though "Para Tu Amor" is the sweetest song ever... Yay I understood the lyrics. :)