I was going to quote Lord Byron, but I can't remember and I need to go pack.

I won't be on here again until I'm in England!!!

I'll be back on Tuesday guys!!! Don't have too much fun without me! Email me!!!!

Wish me luck!

"Submit Application"

CLICK.

AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As you might be able to tell from the fractured narrative above, if you know me well enough that is, I JUST SUBMITTED MY UC APPLICATION!!!

Breathe.. breathe.. WHAT IF THERE WERE ERRORS!!1

Sigh.. I feel like I've just jumped off a cliff and am now waiting to see if there's going to be a nice, soft blanket, a trampoline, or nothing at the bottom.

Imagine what I'll feel like after submitting ALL THOSE SUPPLEMENTS and the common app for the Ivy League!!!

Two down (technically four--I applied to UCLA, Berkeley, and Irvine), TEN to go.

HAMLET CANNOT DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm on the last scene of "Hamlet" and I'm FREAKING OUT because I KNOW he's going to die, because I've known that since the age of five, and I've also read this play so many times, but I FREAK OUT every time. Just like when ROMEO is drinking the poison and I'm screaming at him to not be an idiot. *sigh* I get WAY too attached to fictional characters. My dad's making fun of me. He's like, "Umm... you DO know that these people don't actually EXIST, so it's not worth anything to them that you're SCREAMING and CRYING over them..."
:(

Hehe I love my dramatic readings of Hamlet. I do different voices too. My dad's so sick of me. :D

I love Hamlet and Romeo.

I split up the two blog posts because they are completely different subjects. That last post was supposed to be this, but an unplanned rant interrupted. I love those. I haven't had one in a long time, where I just come on here to type something inane and this long tirade on some sort of quasi-philosophical discourse comes out.

Moving on now...
However trite and overdone it may be, I shall now make a list of things/people/stuff I am thankful for. Essentially, the things that make me happy.

-Joggers waving to drivers as they hurry over the crosswalk in the mornings.
-Grandfather clocks
-I was in Santa Ana last week, and I saw a Hispanic couple of lower socioeconomic status, pushing a shopping cart full of freshly-laundered clothing across the street. I looked to the right, and a huge, colourful sign advertising "COIN LAUNDRY" greeted my eyes, which pointed out the origin of their little journey. My eyes wandered over the clothes piled onto the cart--they were not by any means fashionable, not even to my eyes, and some of them were in tatters, clearly worn during hard labour or merely worn out with the passing of time. The clothes seemed to tell the life stories of their owners, who probably did not have a very easy, luxurious life. But as they crossed the street, laughing and holding hands, they seemed so happy, without a care in the world. They didn't care that their clothes weren't couture or even whole, or that they might not have enough to eat that night. They were just happy being together.
That made me happy as I was driving. :) Wow I rant very easily tonight.
-Turning onto Dorothy Lane in the morning and seeing Royston waiting for me in his car.
-All of us standing in a circle next to my locker waiting for, and dreading, the bell to ring.
-Mr. Sawaya's chuckling
-Yogin's dot
-William Shakespeare
-Mr. Dickey--especially when Yogin attacks him before 1st period, or when he chuckles to himself, or when he gazes into the distance during lecture and his eyes glaze over and he thinks of the most appropriate (or inappropriate) thing to say next.
-sitting next to Sarah in physics and laughing about the most ridiculous nonsense ever thought of by man. "FAIL-YOUR-AY"
-poking Shayne for THE NOISE/Yogin raping Shayne (though I'm sure Shayne isn't thankful for it)
-Mr. Knox's ties and bad jokes
-whining about how hard calculus is with Judy
-making scary faces at Norman and seeing his scary faces back during Knox's lectures
-my dad sitting on me before making sure my blankets keep me warm enough at night
-high-fiving Danielle after getting a good score on "Para Empezar"
-hiding in Yogin's jacket during the scary parts of "Pan's Labyrinth"
-Spanish
-making faces at Matthew and laughing without really knowing what we're laughing about in Spanish
-Mr. Sperry doing the hakka, however scary it may be
-lunches at the table with the friends
-sitting in Royston's car as we drive out to lunch
-Sarah being feature editor so I'm not alone amongst.. interesting people.. at layout
-Robin's cartoons
-writing opinion articles
-gazing at Shayne's face upside down in Global and adamantly asserting that he's an upside-down-Asian
-whispering snide comments and Tolkien references to Shayne during global
-wandering around campus after school with Yogin
-Starbucks with Robin
-arguing about football with Matthew
-Liverpool Football Club
-McFly
-Across the Universe
-walking to class with Vicki and Yogin
-talking on the phone with Kathleen and feeling not forgotten
-guys that will sing with me
-J.R.R. Tolkien
-people who understand that I am completely lame and the biggest dork that has ever lived but accept it anyway
-PUNS (AND THE DANCE)
-my planner
-different coloured pens
-music
-people posting comments on my blog
-Elsa's visits from TN
-going to Europe
-good-looking man in "Pan's Labyrinth" (just for you Yogin)
-good-looking men in general
-music, books, films, and history
-facebook comments
-hugs from Yogin

Wow that was longer than I had planned. But of course, there are so many more.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!

and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DAD!

I just got back from an Asian party at my dad's friend's house. They have one EVERY YEAR. GRAH. But thank baby Jesus that Gary was there. He's the son of one of the people that are always there and he plays guitar. He graduated from USC a long time ago (he's 27) and we always commiserate at these parties. So tonight we found a piano book of "Hits from the 90s" and I played while we sang together, which was nice. Haha he saw his childhood flash before his eyes. And then we broke out into "Hey Jude". :D And he makes awesome pastries. :)
So the Asian party wasn't as bad as it could have been.

But it made me think about what "adult" means. I looked at Gary as just another one of my friends, albeit a tad bit older, but no older than Andy in my mind--a kid. But, while we were talking about music, all of a sudden, he was like, "Wow. I think I'm exactly 10 years older than you."
When I think of 10 years older than me, I think of.. Steven Gerrard (but that's not the point). I think of a lot older, an adult, a responsible person with a job and maybe even a family, someone who I would make polite small talk with and smile and nod at, but not really connect with and not to mention laugh about my friends and sing Beatles music with.
But that wasn't the case with Gary, however old he is. I guess I don't feel old. I know I'm 17 and I know I'll be an "adult" in a few months and that I'm supposed to be able to handle life on my own and be independent and make my own decisions, but most of the time, I still feel like a little girl wearing a hand-me-down dress and no socks because my parents couldn't afford it (woe to the day where they decided I should wear socks.. with sandals) carrying her lunchpail to elementary school where Isaac and Roshi and Amanda and Adriana all were. I feel I'll be reprimanded by the teacher for breaking the rules and I have to ask someone before I do anything. I wonder when I won't feel that anymore. Age is nothing but a number really, because I don't feel whatever it is my age is supposed to entail. I don't feel grown up.

INTERESTING!! My dad just read this to me:
Every morning, this one guy discovered that there would be an egg missing, and so one night, he decided that he would watch from afar and see who the thief was. Turns out, it was two mice, and they had an ingenious way of stealing them. One of them would lay on its back, hugging the egg with all four of its paws, while the other one pulled it by its tail, like a sleigh, all the way back to their home.

THAT'S SO CUTE!!!!!! They should make a cartoon about that! Robin! That's your new assignment! THAT'S SO SMART TOO!!! I need to see Ratatouille by the way.

A few brief reasons why I love my daddy.

1. On Thursday, I got in the car in the morning and realized that I had only one bar (on the meter thing) of gas left. I was like, "CRAP! DAD! I FORGOT TELL YOU I NEEDED GAS!"
"I can drive you to school with the truck."
"No. It's okay. I can make it there and then get gas after layout."
"Okay," and he gave me $20.
During layout, my dad calls me and asks, "Have you gotten gas yet?"
"No... I was gonna go after layout."
My dad replies, "Oh well. You don't need to."

He drove all the way to Troy and then took my car to the gas station so I wouldn't have to worry about it and waste time.

2. We were stuck in traffic today and my dad was ranting on how much he hates my mom and how he never should have married her and why he was so stupid and didn't see it then. And he said, "The first day I walked into their house was the day I set foot into hell. I hated every moment... but out of all of that, there's only one thing I don't regret.. and that's you." *HUG*

PUN!!!!!!! PUN!!!!!!!! *DOES PUN DANCE* AND IT ACTUALLY IS A PUN GUYS!!!!!!1

I'm talking to Alison Ozaki on AIM, and she went "away", but kept talking to me.

alison: ok had to go on away
don't want lotsa ppl bugging me
=P
elaine: i feel special
i am not a "bugger"
hehe PUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

cuz... i'm not BUGGING her.. and i'm also not a bugger, like british slang!!!!

I'm going to ENGLAND!!!!! For interviews!! At the University of Cambridge! December 3...

But what I found hilarious above all was that they sent me a bunch of paperwork and in there was a safety procedure sheet. The first side was all on fire, which I glanced over. I flip it over and at the very top, second most important after fire, is "TRIPPING AND SLIPPING", followed by a very extended rant on how to protect yourself against the cobblestones and marble.
WOW.

And Sayak just thought it was the funniest thing in the world...
Sayak (9:41:46 PM): ELAINE
Sayak (9:41:47 PM): STOP
Sayak (9:41:48 PM): OMFG
Sayak (9:41:52 PM): IM CRYING RIGHT NOW
Sayak (9:41:55 PM): I AM FUCKING SHAKING
Sayak (9:41:57 PM): jHASaskdh n
Sayak (9:41:59 PM): hahahahahahah
Sayak (9:42:00 PM): OMFG
Sayak (9:42:08 PM): THERE ARE LITERALLY TEARS IN MY EYES
Sayak (9:42:21 PM): AS I ENVISION YOU FALLING ON UR ASS IN FRONT OF SOME BRITISH GUY YOU WANT TO HIT ON
Sayak (9:42:41 PM): AND HES JUST LIKE "SHOULDA READ THE SAFETY GUIDELINES YA STUPID WANK"
Sayak (9:42:43 PM): AHAHAHAHAHAHA
Sayak (9:42:46 PM): OMG
Sayak (9:42:52 PM): NO ONE SHOULD LAUGH THIS MUCH
Sayak (9:42:53 PM): ok
Sayak (9:42:57 PM): breeeaaathee....
Sayak (9:42:58 PM): ok
Sayak (9:42:59 PM): im ok
Sayak (9:43:01 PM): oh god
Sayak (9:43:03 PM): yeah im ok
Elaine (9:43:11 PM): ...
Elaine (9:43:13 PM): i am SO amused.

Just finished a lengthy phone conversation with Kathleen. It felt really nice... she never shuts up.. she just kept bubbling and bubbling stories and jokes and all that. It was really nice because we always had something to talk about. Actually, there was always too much to talk about. Not enough time. I was really sad when my dad made me get off the phone after an hour. She has to come home soon!!!
Everything she said was like, "OMG this guy reminded me of you because blah blah blah" and this person did this which remidned me of you blah blah blah. I feel loved. :D

This past week was ridiculously hectic. The Oracle came out on Friday, which was a major factor because I was at layout till all hours trying to figure everything out, and with an English essay due and all that... AHH!!! Because I switched books on Monday and the essay was due Thursday, I ended up finishing "A Tale of Two Cities" Wednesday morning and writing the essay Wednesday afternoon. It's a good book by the way. A little slow at times and I'm not overly fond of some of his style, but it really made me think about the revolution and the peasants and it challenged some of my ideology. And CHARLES DARNAY AND SYDNEY CARTON--*sniff*.
Add Yogin being emo the whole week because of his college apps and it was just CRAZY!

Yesterday, we had a speech and debate training session for all the newbies, and I was in charge of Lincoln-Douglas and parliamentary debate. OMG. THOSE KIDS ARE SO ANNOYING. THEY THINK THEY KNOW EVERYTHING!!!! AND THEY ASK A MILLION STUPID QUESTIONS!!! AND THEY'RE SO DISRESPECTFUL! GRAH!!!!!! I have half a mind to just stop talking and set them loose for the first tournament and feed them to the lions. GAH!!! At one point, I was just like, "SHUT UP. SIT DOWN."

But afterwards, Yogin forgot his band uniform at home so I took him home. As I was waiting in the car, I picked up a shirt he'd left in the car and ALL OF A SUDDEN!! INSPIRATION CAME!!! And I seized the closest pen and a Starbucks napkin and wrote this huge napkin-length piece... I was really happy, because this sort of thing has been happening a lot lately. I keep thinking of sentences or a nice turn-of-phrase while driving and can't write it down because I have to keep looking ahead, which is really annoying, but still.. I'm glad creativity isn't completely dead in me as I had feared.
Since Yogin didn't feel like arriving at the football game particularly early, we took a little detour and went to a park for a bit. I miss the sandboxes and the swings!! They'll always remind me of Kathleen, because we played so much at the park in front of her house. Next time she comes home, we have to go play there again. OMG! SLIDES!! And then we walked around the park and it was really pretty and romantic. :)

I don't understand math!!!1