location//somewhere.in.fullerton
mood//some.chemical.reaction.causing.happiness
song.in.head//somewhere.on.fullerton : allister
wardrobe//jeans, hollister polo, predictable shit, glasses

i don't really like the vulnerability involved when you've got a crush (for a lack of better word) on someone. i don't know...having those feelings of infatuation really leave you open to get humiliated...it's like bearing all of your open wounds. shit. maybe i have trust issues. i don't know. eh...i'll do what i need to do when i need to do it.

i forgot my cell phone at home today. i'm not all that stressed about it. i only have one class today...and barely anyone calls me in the morning, if at all...so, yeah.

i'm looking for a social scene. i need something to do with all my free time...or someone to do...hehehe.

i'm seeing allister tomorrow, i'm pretty psyched about it. it's gonna be a bad-ass concert...i've heard some stuff from the early november, and i really like it, so i'm looking forward to hearing their set tomorrow. american hi-fi is co-headlining the event, i haven't heard anything from them in awhile...so, i'll be listening to the w/an open mind. it'll be fun to go to a concert tomorrow night and spend a few hours forgetting how broke out the ass i am.

i still need to dye my hair back to black, but i barely have the money to buy black hair dye. shit...that sounds like a tounge twister kinda.

i'm really glad that elizabeth smart is back with her family. it is refreshing to click the television onto a news channel and find some good news for a change. america really does need a national amber alert system...once congress figures out how to go about it, and stop disagreeing, it'll be a step closer to making this country a little safer.

all this war-shit is depressing. by now, war is inevitable...inevitably depressing. i'm anti-war...and, shit...all i can do now i hope for the best. hope for a swift and quick war.

if there wasn't going to be a war, would bush have as much of a chance for re-election in the next election?? he didn't even get elected last time...

i can't wait until tomorrow's concert, i'll get to forget my problems for awhile and let some punk-rock take me away.

whoo-who.

yay for weezer.

if you want to destroy my sweater
hold this thread as i walk away
-- weezer : undone (the sweater song)

where//guess
mood//some.sort.of.emotion
music.in.head//come away with me : norah jones
clothes//being a nudist is fun.

finally...the server was down for awhile...i didn't think i'd get to post on blogger...no more poo on blogger.

alright...my anthropology test was hella easy. it was a take-home test, and i was expecting the worst...but, yeah...hella easy.


Find your inner fast food! by Emily

okay...so, you know that i don't really care about getting into relationships. it's not that i'm avoiding them, but it's not that i'm running into them either. i'm just apathetic about it. the thing is, i think i might have a crush, or something. whatever, it sounds so dorky. i don't know...there's this one girl in one of my classes that i see every other day, and we talk, and i really like getting to know her and stuff...i just wouldn't mind hanging out with her...or something, like, getting lunch with her or a cup of coffee...i feel like such a dork for having feelings.


Take the test, by Emily.

i mean, everytime i see her, i want to ask her if she wants to chill or whatever...but, i don't know...a part of me is not inclined to make an approach, while another part of me pushes me to do so...

i just want to chill though...that's not so bad.

i want money too. big fat fucking stacks of money.


Take the test, by Emily.

i'm going to try to hang out with my friends tonight...hopefully i wont have any schedule conflicts like i have recently. i couldn't make it to sean's last night because i had to do my anthro test...

i need to start going back to my english class...i didn't go this week...i didn't feel like it. that's not good.

i can't think of anything else worth chronicling right now...so...blah.

if i died tomorrow would this song live on forever?
and here is my unopened letter to a world that never shall reply
-- the ataris : unopened letter to the world

location//education.station
mood//so.good
music.in.head//left.coast.envy : the starting line
clothes//none...naked.at.school

alright...so...i had my interview yesterday with disney...and so, like, yeah. i work for disney now. i'm pretty psyched about it...it's like the childhood dream-job, so, yeah...i'll be working attractions...i don't know exactly where i'll be working, but, i'll find that out within the next couple weeks when i do my paperwork and orientation.

i haven't seen my buddies in awhile...i spent all last week sick and being called into work by my nazi boss even though i was sick...but i haven't seen sean and chris in awhile...damn.

i can't really complain about life right now...it feels pretty damn good to be living right about now. i've finally gotten a real job with real possibilities, school is working out very well, and i feel like i've got nuts for once.

i trimmed my sideburns so that they don't extend below my earlobes. why? because it's the disney look, and i don't care. they needed to be trimmed anyways. the only other thing i need to do is dye my hair back to black, because my hair needs to be one natural color...so...black it will be. disneyland is such a kick-ass place to work that i don't care that i have to fix my hair for it.

i need coffee...i'm outta herre. i've been so tired lately and falling asleep so early...i miss late nights.

can i sell this sunrise, in return for a sunset? yeah..
can i just be here one more day, until my sunburn fades away?
-- the starting line : left coast envy


Find your inner random object! by Emily


YOU EAT PEOPLE!!!


what's YOUR deepest secret?
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Take the test, by Emily.


Are You Crazy??Find out!

this is what i've resorted to...i have nothing interesting to say today...so...i'll be bombarding you with these clever tests...or my clever testes...whatever comes out.

Which Kid's TV Character are You?Find out!


Which Part of a Meal Are You?Find out!

location//some.university.in.orange.county.that.isn't.in.irvine.nor.orange
muud//alive.and.well.damnit
music.in.head//songs.from.the*ataris' : so long, astoria
garmamentations//faded.denims / baby.blue.hollister.tee / grey.jacket / white.tan.vans / glasses

salutations y'all.

so, like, yeah. i kinda half-pussied out yesterday, but half-didn't...more like 1/4-pussied-out, and 3/4 didn't...anyways...so yeah, i sort of kept a commitment with the job that i hate because i am actually getting the hip-hop class that i wanted to teach...so, there's that...kind of a side job. i went into disney yesterday, and i have an interview today at 1700 hours. so...wish me luck, damn you, wish me luck.

so, i compromised, because i'm a pussy, kinda.

i think i'll give up sex for lent. i don't know if it counts, seeing how i've "given up" sex for the past four years. well...truthfully, i just plain haven't been getting any.

i went to high school yesterday. i chatted with beth, my junior year english teacher, for a little bit, which was quite pleasant. our conversations are always nice. it was really good to catch up with her. i was somewhat disturbed to hear this might be her last year, but, it's understandable and i support whatever decision she'll make.

it's saddening, because a lot of good teachers over at canyon high are going away after this year, and really good teachers are very difficult to come by...i guess all good things come to an end...but these were the good teachers...seriously.

it was pretty cool walking through the halls yesterday because quite a few people knew me and said hi and gave up a few hugs...i felt popular, kinda....but, geeky for coming back. i was still dressed up nicely, looking all GQ, because i didn't know if i'd get interviewed at disney that day.

the drama kids were fun to hang out with...i hung out for a little bit during their rehearsal...i fucked around the whole time, but it was fun. there is a part of me that misses them...because i'm a dork. annie is in the musical, i didn't get to talk to her, but i did give her back her cd. it's not like i didn't want to talk to her, because i did want to talk to her, but, the opportunity never came up...so...oh well...next time, i'm not going to beat myself up over it.

yeah...a part of me misses high school theatre and choir. i've grown up now, kinda.

being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:
these are the best days of our lives.
the only thing that matters is just following your heart
and eventually you'll finally get it right.
-- the ataris : in this diary

Which 'Friend' Are You?Find out!

location//school
emo//feelin.groovy
music.in.head//the.distance : cake
garments//my favorite hollister polo: the yellow one / dark khaki cargos / glasses / white.tan.kicks

okay...so...i really hate my job...i mean hate...with capital letters implied. i didn't get my paycheck on saturday, it's one thing to get your paycheck on a completely useless day...but it's another thing when your boss forgets to bring your paycheck on a completely useless day...after going through shit for my work while being uber-sick...i've come to a conclusion:

i'm telling my boss that i'm leaving today.

yeah...i've decided to do something rational: i'm going to quit my job and try to work for a mouse and get a job that i'll be happy with.

i'm going to try and get a job with disney...that's like, every kid's dream...and i could go for a dream job right now. so...yeah...the thought of it makes me very happy.

i'm finally going to get paid today...but, at that same meeting, that's when i'm going to break the news...i think i'll make sure to get my check first, then break the news...good idea? i think so.

it feels so good not to be sick anymore, with the exception of having a little cough here and there.

i don't know exactly how i'm going to tell my boss that i'm quitting...

yo bitch, take this job and shove it!!
no...

woman, i've had enough. there aren't any sexual possibilities with this job.
so true, but no...

i'm a money hungry satan worshipper, and that provides a conflict of interest working for this christian non-profit organization.
no...

well...the right words will come out when i need to say them...i'd just better not pussy out today...because i really need to quit this job...it isn't right for me. it's too conservative, i'm not having fun, i'm being someone that i'm not...besides, disney would just be more fun and fitting.

i view these jobs like thongs. target was my first pair of underwear (metaphor), and, well...it worked for awhile, then i needed to try something new...this job i have now is like my first pair of thong underwear, i can do this for a little while, but having this floss up my ass isn't going to do me too much good if i keep it there. disney would be like me free-balling it...so good on every level. i wouldn't mind free-balling today...but i've got my prelude to acting-classes today. we do a lot of stretching and bending over...not a good day to, literally, free-ball.

what kind of job do you have?
do you have a thong job?
a granny-panty job?
a g-string job?
tighty-whitey job?
boxer job?
crotchless-panty job?
free-ball job?
long-underwear job?
edible panty job?

he's going the distance, he's going for speed.
she's all alone in her time of need.
because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
he's going the distance.
-- cake : the distance

(p.s. this, by no means, doesn't mean that i will free-ball while i work, if i do get the job with disneyland.)