Lots of stuff and black & white
Argh! This has been such a stressful time. I haven't had time in the last two weeks to take a breath. *breathes* ..... hmmmm.....what has happened?.....
Okay, about two weeks ago, President Bush was re-elected. People got drunk. People got sad. People move on. Oh well. Well get him out in four years for sure. It still was really sad on campus the day after. But, in the separate world of college, the bad things in life just kind of sink out of sight into the abyss of the rest of the world. Too many things to do, to worry about…. I don’t know, you just let time file away the sharp edges of reality. And you just put everything else aside. But, I just do hope that something will be done with the Kyoto Plan that has been accepted by every other G8 nation in the world except the US. I don’t think the economy will be too greatly benefited by global warming. But, I sadly think Bush is not seeing that. And it makes me sad…..
Anyhow, I’ll move beyond that. Two weeks ago, my friends and I had a black and white themed birthday party. It was for our dear Kirsten. We all dressed in black and white, had food, took pictures, and watched black and white Hitchcock movies – Strangers on a Train, and Pyscho. I had a lot of fun and the pictures are awesome. So, I’ll post them with this entry. That Saturday (the next day) I went to a Caribbean Party at EBF (the Enchanted Broccoli Forrest) and I do believe I got sick from that night. The dancing was pretty extreme. However, I was seduced quite early in the night. Once we (JS, Aubrey, and Samia) got there, (well, I first noticed the really cushiony carpet) I was enticed by a balloon floating around. It was as if it was beckoning me throughout the night….luring me….. So, I did what I always do when I want something. I make my move to get it. And guess what? I got it. I was so FREAKING happy for the rest of the night. I was dancing, skipping the way back. JS called me different and unique. I didn’t care. I was so sincerely happy (for once). It was so irrational. So, that night I decided that I am always sad minus the little things in life that make me happy. Then, I seize these little things – regardless of what it is – with all I got and squeeze it until it’s a little pulp and bring it home with me. Hahaha (sorry…. I’m having too much fun with this analogy).
Then….came the week of hell – physically.
I started to get so much gunk stuck in my throat and hence my throat was so dry and raspy every morning. Then, the coughing started. C’etait horrible! So I did what any reasonable person would do, I got drugged up on cough syrup. And then, I got pilled with vitamins and minerals. Nevertheless, I was chronically coughing in all my classes and feeling like crap every morning. It was ever so depressing to see me. I felt depressed looking and thinking about myself. But, the big one really hit me one morning when I didn’t have breakfast because I woke up late for my 9AM class but still drank all my medication. Awwwww….. I cringe now thinking about how miserable I felt. During French and after it, I felt like simultaneously puking and collapsing from fatigue. So, I ended up sitting on the floor of a bathroom stall for like half an hour trying to recoup. This was when I decided I was gonna skip my next four classes. And to make things all the better, it was raining hard that day and I had forgotten to take my umbrella (b/c I was late). So, I then dragged myself out of the restroom and managed to start my trek back to my room. But, it was raining too hard at that time and I didn’t think I could handle getting wet. So, I found myself a bench and I lied down for another thirty minutes until the rain stopped. I lied sprawled on the bench in complete exhaustion. Seriously, I thought I was gonna to just give in. Oddly, I was thinking about my funeral. Who would come and what would be said about me. How no one really understood me. And other niceties like such. It finally did stopped raining, so I started back…. Still thinking about death…..(my IHUM class is really getting to me).
*pause* which brings me to topics of my IHUM class. We have discussed – is death bad or good (we decided it was good), what you do to dead bodies, what rituals are performed after death, the meaningless of death, and next week we go into suicide then assisted suicide. And after all this, they will hand back our essays. I really wonder why this order..... But, Yay!…… can’t you tell I’m always thinking about pretty flowers and happy cows?
*unpause*
But, I barely got back. Hari, my roomie, had a field trip that day. So, I was with myself for the next eight hours reclined on my bed and thinking, or rather brooding. I had JS bring me food, but I was offered no company. So, I continued in my solitude. I was only offered consolation statements like “that sucks” or “that really sucks.” (vocabulary has really come to a impasse) So, what did I do? I read depressing novelettes, obviously…. And then I re-read them. And then I continued thinking. Pondering. Imagining. It was so borderline delirium. But, I got better. It was a good thing it was a Thursday with no work due the next day. But, I did a lot of thinking that day. (eight hours of it)
Well, that weekend (which was last weekend) I went to a pyjama party. I was sick so that was no fun. However, I did save my friend Maren from weird guys that night. That was nice of me. And I think im getting a cough drop addiction. Oh well.
Then, on Saturday I had the Screw Your Sibling thing. It was okay. I had some fun and I guess that’s all you can really ask for. We, my family, went to Palo Alto for dinner at Zabibbo – an expensive Mediterranean restaurant. Then we went to Kimball and had a pre-party in Iesan’s room. Afterwards, we went to the SYS dance. I got back at 12:30 and played foosball until two that morning with Aubrey and JS and Steph.
On Sunday I did lots of work.
This last week I had a math mid-term (not too bad), an IHUM paper due (not bad, but oh so long), and a French test (not bad at all). But, soooo much in one week. I’m ever so happy that it’s all over.
So, I’m letting that happiness soak in right now.
Tonight, I’m going to a concert at Stanford’s Memorial Church by the University Singers. They are performing Mozart’s Requiem tonight. I’ll be going with Kirsten.
Tomorrow, I’ll be off to Berkeley for “the BIG GAME.” It shall be interesting and entertaining.
Sorry for the long wait. Now here are some pictures.
Okay, about two weeks ago, President Bush was re-elected. People got drunk. People got sad. People move on. Oh well. Well get him out in four years for sure. It still was really sad on campus the day after. But, in the separate world of college, the bad things in life just kind of sink out of sight into the abyss of the rest of the world. Too many things to do, to worry about…. I don’t know, you just let time file away the sharp edges of reality. And you just put everything else aside. But, I just do hope that something will be done with the Kyoto Plan that has been accepted by every other G8 nation in the world except the US. I don’t think the economy will be too greatly benefited by global warming. But, I sadly think Bush is not seeing that. And it makes me sad…..
Anyhow, I’ll move beyond that. Two weeks ago, my friends and I had a black and white themed birthday party. It was for our dear Kirsten. We all dressed in black and white, had food, took pictures, and watched black and white Hitchcock movies – Strangers on a Train, and Pyscho. I had a lot of fun and the pictures are awesome. So, I’ll post them with this entry. That Saturday (the next day) I went to a Caribbean Party at EBF (the Enchanted Broccoli Forrest) and I do believe I got sick from that night. The dancing was pretty extreme. However, I was seduced quite early in the night. Once we (JS, Aubrey, and Samia) got there, (well, I first noticed the really cushiony carpet) I was enticed by a balloon floating around. It was as if it was beckoning me throughout the night….luring me….. So, I did what I always do when I want something. I make my move to get it. And guess what? I got it. I was so FREAKING happy for the rest of the night. I was dancing, skipping the way back. JS called me different and unique. I didn’t care. I was so sincerely happy (for once). It was so irrational. So, that night I decided that I am always sad minus the little things in life that make me happy. Then, I seize these little things – regardless of what it is – with all I got and squeeze it until it’s a little pulp and bring it home with me. Hahaha (sorry…. I’m having too much fun with this analogy).
Then….came the week of hell – physically.
I started to get so much gunk stuck in my throat and hence my throat was so dry and raspy every morning. Then, the coughing started. C’etait horrible! So I did what any reasonable person would do, I got drugged up on cough syrup. And then, I got pilled with vitamins and minerals. Nevertheless, I was chronically coughing in all my classes and feeling like crap every morning. It was ever so depressing to see me. I felt depressed looking and thinking about myself. But, the big one really hit me one morning when I didn’t have breakfast because I woke up late for my 9AM class but still drank all my medication. Awwwww….. I cringe now thinking about how miserable I felt. During French and after it, I felt like simultaneously puking and collapsing from fatigue. So, I ended up sitting on the floor of a bathroom stall for like half an hour trying to recoup. This was when I decided I was gonna skip my next four classes. And to make things all the better, it was raining hard that day and I had forgotten to take my umbrella (b/c I was late). So, I then dragged myself out of the restroom and managed to start my trek back to my room. But, it was raining too hard at that time and I didn’t think I could handle getting wet. So, I found myself a bench and I lied down for another thirty minutes until the rain stopped. I lied sprawled on the bench in complete exhaustion. Seriously, I thought I was gonna to just give in. Oddly, I was thinking about my funeral. Who would come and what would be said about me. How no one really understood me. And other niceties like such. It finally did stopped raining, so I started back…. Still thinking about death…..(my IHUM class is really getting to me).
*pause* which brings me to topics of my IHUM class. We have discussed – is death bad or good (we decided it was good), what you do to dead bodies, what rituals are performed after death, the meaningless of death, and next week we go into suicide then assisted suicide. And after all this, they will hand back our essays. I really wonder why this order..... But, Yay!…… can’t you tell I’m always thinking about pretty flowers and happy cows?
*unpause*
But, I barely got back. Hari, my roomie, had a field trip that day. So, I was with myself for the next eight hours reclined on my bed and thinking, or rather brooding. I had JS bring me food, but I was offered no company. So, I continued in my solitude. I was only offered consolation statements like “that sucks” or “that really sucks.” (vocabulary has really come to a impasse) So, what did I do? I read depressing novelettes, obviously…. And then I re-read them. And then I continued thinking. Pondering. Imagining. It was so borderline delirium. But, I got better. It was a good thing it was a Thursday with no work due the next day. But, I did a lot of thinking that day. (eight hours of it)
Well, that weekend (which was last weekend) I went to a pyjama party. I was sick so that was no fun. However, I did save my friend Maren from weird guys that night. That was nice of me. And I think im getting a cough drop addiction. Oh well.
Then, on Saturday I had the Screw Your Sibling thing. It was okay. I had some fun and I guess that’s all you can really ask for. We, my family, went to Palo Alto for dinner at Zabibbo – an expensive Mediterranean restaurant. Then we went to Kimball and had a pre-party in Iesan’s room. Afterwards, we went to the SYS dance. I got back at 12:30 and played foosball until two that morning with Aubrey and JS and Steph.
On Sunday I did lots of work.
This last week I had a math mid-term (not too bad), an IHUM paper due (not bad, but oh so long), and a French test (not bad at all). But, soooo much in one week. I’m ever so happy that it’s all over.
So, I’m letting that happiness soak in right now.
Tonight, I’m going to a concert at Stanford’s Memorial Church by the University Singers. They are performing Mozart’s Requiem tonight. I’ll be going with Kirsten.
Tomorrow, I’ll be off to Berkeley for “the BIG GAME.” It shall be interesting and entertaining.
Sorry for the long wait. Now here are some pictures.
posted by Tri Luong at 6:58 AM
1 Comments:
mozart is cool... bush is not... 4 more years, NOOOOOOO!
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