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| I think I need to go the Booker T. Washington route and pull myself up by my own boot straps. But, really all I need is summer vacation and not have homework for 2 months.
That would be nice. | | |
| I got an old roll of film developed, and it was nice to remind me of some good times.
 The twins!
 G.W. and Moi- Moi
 kate and sarah
 mike and moira
 my sweet sixteen and irina's nasty nineteen birthday dinner
 Chris <3
 me and ricki of the future
there's more, but xanga is denying me from putting them on. damn. They're of elisa, xavi, and I at the beach. imma have to show them those soon. double damn.
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| This spring break started off amazing, but the further and further it
winds down the worse it's getting. And now, my phone is acting up again
or rather not doing anything at all becuase it now mysteriously won't
turn on. Just another love hate relationship incident with me and my
cellphone.
Let us highlight spring break: Moira's memorable and
must-see-to-believe italian dinner party where her dad got to cup "my"
sock jewels, Darryl was my colored friend/ servant, and Cyan was my
beat up wife (becuase of me of course)...The Chi-Town Sirens bout in
the middle of nowehere where i got to try weed brownies for the first
time and met a girl that all of us nicknamed "Slutty" becuase she
literary was...Going to Gogol Bordello after pre-gaming with elana and
then dancing 'til i felt like a wet dog...Getting to go shopping with
David post college fair...Zoe and I having a marathon of the webassign
kind, which was school related and miserable, but it's Zoe so it was
still fun...Going thrifting with Xavi and then finding my much saught
after run dmc glassed and new pairs of nikes...making some sort of
plans to accompany the Matt to Charlotte over the summer...and doing
some serious bowling with Elana.
Lowlights of spring break: Not lifting a finger to remodel my room,
even though that was a huge plan for my break to actually try and
accomplish...Trying to learn how to use final cut pro and freaking out
like a dumbass, even though I should've been more rational and
patient...coming to the realization that my Proyecto Voz project is due
in like 3 weeks, and we're still in a state of confusion as to how it's
going to look...Having to write 2 papers...spending 5+ hours today
annotating 'The Soul of Black Folk' and still having nothing for
writing a paper on it that is due in 3 days...Didn't do any driving
anywhere...Still not submitting webassign that's due sunday...missing
an albatross (even though I was going to go, Irina made it free for me)
for the sake of working for Future Filmmakers...Having Elana gone for
the rest of the break...And just the stress that is coming from me
needing to get homework done, perfecting film reel eyes for our trailer
tommrow, and Proyecto Voz.
I really hate whinning on the internet because I hate those who do, but
I really need to share how my spring break took a rollercoaster turn to
animorph into work break.
Atleast i have this to reflect on: I did more partying in the first 3
days of break than a lot of other people, so atleast i can look back
and say i did some really amazingly fun stuff and at the same time was
productive.
plus tommorow is Asher's b-day, and boy oh boy am I excited
to get to take a part in a Rosemont girls extravanganza! holler!
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| apparently now xanga was titles. oh silly xanga!
but, this weekend was amazing. friday: i went to the immigration protest and i got chills from attending. it was just so beautiful and it made me so thankful for having papers, because otherwise i would in as much jeopardy as many of the protesters are right now. i just don't understand how america can ever make the complaint of being "culturally overwhelmed" when it's based on people immigrating here in the first place. the only true "americans" are native americans, so the bill that is being faught is hypocritical and racist. it's just aimed at mexicans because they're easy to blame for the lack of jobs for citizens...which really wouldn't be a problem if all the companies in america didn't outsource all their labor. blame them.
then i went to 833 Buena to watch the amazing movie 'on the line' starting lance bass and joey fatone of N*SYNC, which of course was hilarious. i have acquired the saying "you're such a tulip" and the understanding that O'Hare is off the orange line and that Wrigley Field is off the green line. oooh, how inaccurate you Lance Bass! then we had chocolate fondue and bitch drinks that resulted in a topless dance party and the cops coming. plus, now i am an official member of the Rosemont Girls, so i'm set for life for elite organizations.
saturday i went with my dad to an auto musuem and got to rub my body on the car from the tv show 'Knight Rider', which made me that much closer to David Hasselhof and his legacy. oooh momma. we also went to the antique stores in the area and i just went crazy because dusty stores and scavenging are my favorite. then, to add to my proud accomplishments, between saturday and sunday i finished judging all my movies from FFF. there are so many good ones, which means the festival i feel is going to be huge this year. HUGE.
then today elana got her new tattoo on the way, which is pretty fabulous and reeks of hometown pride. whenever i'm in the shop with elana i really want a tattoo too, but i know i will regret it and it's on my body forever. plus, i know what i thought was cool 3 years ago isn't cool to me now, further proving that i cannot get tattoos yet. but i have ideas that i think i will get later on, including: irina and i getting matching tattoos of our family crest on wrists possibly, a portrait of ricki, and an image of the famous churches (with the garlic looking tops) in the red square in russia on my arm or something.
daaaaaaaaaaaaaaang, long ass entry from the usual. but whatever, no one reads these anyway. i'm just keeping it as a documentation for myself. i just love looking back on these! | | |
| i kind of like the fact that though the state of illinois hates me, but
they finally give me a license wrapped in a blanket delivered by a
stork. But as my mom was telling me, "welcome to the driving club" i
had to reply,"uhh...now i just need to join the insured club." and BOOM
3 months of work and $70 come down to whether or not i have
insurance...what a world, and a bogus world at that. oh, and i look
like the bastard white child of bobby brown and whitney houston in my
picture! ZING!
i have also decided that i am actually going to try get my hair to my
natural color through painful months of unattractive roots and a soon
again short hair-do. i've just grown out of glamour and being done up
to a far extent, which basically means im getting lazier with age.
plus, now that i look back on all my hair-dos, a lot are the result of
me needing to get rid of dead fried hair...so now, once i get fresh
hair i can let it grow out so that i dont look like a boy with boobs.
(watch, im going to look back and be like "yeeeeaaaaaaaaaah right.")
yeah, plus now im going to have a wall-size picture of a forest in my
room. (the older i get, the weirder. i don't know how good that is)
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