Tuesday, June 30, 2009

poker face.

If you really think about it, tumblr is a grand waste of time. You reblog and flickr-search pictures and post them there. No comments, just pictures -- what's the meaning? I could make comments, but I'm not that witty, and I seriously have nothing to say about a teacup with coffee and a wooden stick floating in it, sitting at a table with flowers stuck in an old milk jar, a photograph that garners more than 30 something reblogs. With the addition of tumblarity, it's now a grand waste of time AND a popularity contest. So my tumblarity went from 230 something down to 51 -- and honestly, I could care less at this point.

To some point LJ is a waste of time too. I don't know many people personally on the site, so I also have some "friends" who read my journal and comment every now and then. Periodically, some of my "friends" do "friend-cuts" for those who have "drifted" or who "don't click" and they want to "clean up their f-list :||" Boo-hoo. That's why I don't go there anymore. Ring me up on dreamwidth, if you'd like -- if you need an invite code, I have plenty.

Today is such a ridiculously hot day (better than before, though), and I don't really feel like reading my summer homework. I got up at 12:30 this morning (new record for me), and right now I really ache to talk to him. I can't, though, for my own reasons...even though he's leaving tomorrow at 7 PM. I miss him and he's not even gone yet.

beneath the stars



I kind of wish you didn't have to leave.

Monday, June 29, 2009

long long

Yesterday was Relay for Life @ Leland. A first for a lot of things.

boooohoo it was fun! Kind of. There were some bumps here and there -- let's just say Tiffany's never ever been angry at me in her entire life, and she got mad yesterday. I'm still not really too sure why...? but I kind of have a general idea. I don't really see how it could have pissed her off THAT much though ><

I got there at 12 in the afternoon because I woke up too late (heh heh), then accompanied Emily & Jay to the Cabana Club from 12 - 5, while Tiffany was lifeguarding there. It was...boring, to say the least. I went home at 1 to eat lunch, then came back at 2; we walked to PW for food and then went back to the pool to eat ice cream :D we all went back to Leland, finished spray painting our shirts until 7:30; then I went home, took a shower, came back, and Elizabeth was here to visit! She asked her parents if she could stay overnight but they said no...I was actually very surprised because her parents have never said no to anything I've asked her to go on, whether it be mall or swimming or anything ;_; She left at 11.

Anyway, Norris was there too, and I was walking around the track with Elizabeth around 10 when I saw him for the first time that day. I'd seen him from a distance during the day but it wasn't until then that I actually stopped to talk to him. The first thing he did was hug me, and that was very...surprising. It made me kind of *giddy* for a while, until Elizabeth left. I asked him if he wanted to go walking around the track with me, and we did. But we walked at a distance from each other, and that made me kind of...disappointed. I haven't seen him for four days and haven't talked to him for three, so it was kind of obvious that I really had missed him. When we sat down on the benches near the track, there was still space between us. He kept getting up to talk to people, or to check if anyone needed help with serving food or cleaning up or things like that. When he said he was doing work, I finally gave up and walked back to the tent by myself, where I found everyone (Steven, Cynthia, Jay & crew) sitting there. We lay in a circle for a while, until everyone decided to go walk some more. This was around 11 o'clock...but since I wasn't included in any group, I stayed in the tent by myself. I must say it was rather lonely, with only The Omnivore's Dilemma and a lantern to keep me company.

I was disappointed that Norris was so passive towards me even after four days apart. It seemed like I'd missed him a lot, but he didn't...at all. That made me really sad. When Tiffany came back, I was lying face down in my blanket, and when she touched my back I immediately started to cry. She pulled me up, led me out of the tent, and told me to go walk with her. We walked three or four laps before Doug joined us, but...she talked about how compatible we were, as a couple, and that we were both not easy people to get along with, stuff like that. She talked about how we both had to yield a little to make the relationship work, and...well, she really helped to calm me down. Considering she was so, so angry at me earlier in the day, this was a huge breakthrough for the two of us. But anyway, after a few laps, I saw Norris walking off from the community service area when we passed the lighted area, and Tiffany, still holding my arm, kept walking, and didn't notice him.

I watched him reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. I watched him dial and put the phone to his ear. And inside, I was praying, please, let this call be to me. For the sake of us, please let this call be for me. And sure enough, just when I was about to stop hoping, I heard my phone go off in my pocket, and I picked up and simply told him "Turn around,"... then hung up. I thought I was about to cry again.

Doug, Norris, Tiff, and I walked around the track for a while longer, until Norris sensed that there was something wrong when I was abnormally quiet, and said he wanted to go back to camp to rest. He motioned for me to follow him, and we went back to camp together and lay under the stars. I was still quiet and not talking much, and he had to lean over to hear me multiple times. I put my hand down on the turf and used it as experiment apparatus...and sure enough, he put his hand down, took mine, and held it. Then it got too cold just to hold hands. I brought out my blanket but it was too small...so we went inside the tent.

Back inside the tent, we sat down together and I was holding Paco; him, a pillow. I asked him if he wanted to trade, just for fun, but he handed me the pillow and said "You can have both." Just when I took the pillow, he said "I have Karen" and pulled me to him...fast and firm.

Thus started our couple alone-time, in which we kicked everyone (well, not technically kicked, they all just stayed outside and let us have it) out of the tent and spent all four hours in there together. It was fun...we talked a lot, and when Rachel called him to go play basketball, I was expecting him to leave, and was just starting to feel sad when I heard him go "I'm hanging out with my girlfriend -- I MEAN -- umm I'm hanging out with Karen." That made me so ridiculously happy, it's like, not even funny. Jay told us not to get dirty. Jerk -_-;

I should be working on TSLP right now. what on earth am I doing.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

six thousand tissues



So I just finished watching P.S. I Love You. My eyes are about to fall out of my head, they're so puffy and red and swollen right now. I swear Kleenex makes their fortunes off of people like us who can't resist the pull of chick flicks. I can't believe I cried (ahem, sobbed) my way through this movie. Screw your Edward Cullen, I'd take a guy like Gerry over any vampire any day.

Or maybe I've just had a lack of exposure to chick flicks in general. I watched the beginning and ending of Mean Girls the other day, just out of curiosity, and ... well, I don't have anything to say about it, except that it's pretty dang terrible. Does it even count as a chick flick? I don't even know the formal definition for a movie like that. You know a movie sucks when you don't even have the patience to watch the middle because it just seems all too predictable and too... asinine for your time.

I plan to marathon movies through the rest of June, or at least until my internship starts. Anyone have any recommendations? ^^

Thursday, June 18, 2009

rpattz, hurrrrr.

Hi blogspot.
It's really been a while, hasn't it.
When I don't post here, there's two main other locations I use: tumblr & dreamwidth for future reference, in case you guys are interested. I have a total of 6 invite codes for DW, so if you want one, just ask.

Today's post is going to be about Robert Pattinson.



So what do I have to say about this boy (ahem, man) that has Twilight fangirls swooning across the nation? I dunno, really. I'll start by saying that I think it's incredibly wrong for people (girls and boys and adults, even) to idolize such a figure. RPattz is known for 1. his looks 2. his incredible sexiness 3. his looks 4. his sparkly chest in the movie. Am I missing anything? What has he done besides jump around and act all cool and strong and macho towards a very clueless Kristen Stewart?

I admit that I used to like him -- as Cedric Diggory, he was pretty darn adorable. He was a cutesy little boy back then, and now he's a man, all macho and vampire-like and swoon-worthy. I think it's an incredible shame that RPattz went from being a cute little Cedric to a rugged-looking, messy Edward Cullen. Every single picture I've seen of him since Twilight came out, he's looked unshaven, disheveled, and, quite honestly? Fresh out of bed. I don't get how girls can possibly find him sexy with such unruly hair, such a coarse-looking face, such a...un-sexy-like smile.

In a way, it disgusts me. It's really a shame that he had to take the leading role in such an unrealistic and sappy story that has girls squealing across the nation. And it keeps coming -- I expect New Moon should be coming out soon. More squeals and swoons. Over a naked mole rat and his fellow partner-in-crime, a thin-faced female who can't hold a line of English without stuttering or drawing her eyebrows together in a look of utter bewilderment and (possibly?) the frustration of being followed by a man who can't resist her "scent" and wants her blood at any given time. What a lovely couple.

I'm sorry if I've insulted any Twilight fans, I really am. I just don't see the point in idolizing a man you've nothing to admire except his sexy chest (wait, just kidding, sparklingly unsexy) and brown whiskers, a man who's played a leading role in such an anomalous (well, maybe not), such an abhorrent, repugnant story, the love story called Twilight. Sorry, but it's quite sickening to watch hysterical teenage girls, in their eagerness to catch a glimpse of the mole rat, make him run across a street and nearly get hit by a taxicab. See what you've done, girls?

For the record, I'd take my boyfriend over RPattz any day.