I'm a just a kid (abeit, a bit overgrown) that tends to ramble about almost everything that interests me. I love trivia. I swear. I tend to try everything at least once. I procrastinate. I'm anal about cleaning my room. I love food. I have really bad hayfever. I'm terminally single (and I like it that way. For now, at least). I read almost everything, but I love a good humor fic (mostly because they're so rare). I play the piano. I speak some Chinese. And I make an honest attempt to be nice and to get to know everyone who I friend and/or friends me.

I know it's been a year since I've last posted (read-- really been on lj). And it's taken me till now to really get back the courage to post again.

( I cut this because I don't know is anyone really cares anymore. )

So the little posting thingy's telling me that I haven't posted in 22 weeks. S'up y'all? I'be been reading the flist on and off- meaning mostly skipping fic posts (though I have ones saved in my del.icio.us under "to.read" so we'll see about that) and reading rl posts. Not so much on the commenting front however. I'll work on that.

I'm having "end of school year" panic attacks. I look back at the past year and start dry heaving because- SWEET BABY JESUS, what have I been doing all year? It feels like I haven't accomplished anything all year, but at the same time, I've been doing nothing but work.

And this year, my advisor's doing the whole "Hey Audrey, you're on track to graduating next year. Have you been researching your alternatives to life after graduation? Graduate school? Jobs? Peace Corps? ANYTHING?" And it's all I can do to BREATHE and then panic after I've left the room. REAL LIFE? like NOT ACADEMIA? God kill me now.

So what have I been doing? Spring break- go up to Ashland Oregon for the Shakespeare Festival. It's so MUCH FUN. They were (still are actually) playing A Midsummer Night's Dream, and it's FABULOUS. Think gay nigh club with the fairies as gay strippers. There's neon lights and campy clothing, and loud techno. Best part- half the audience were over 60 years old. Imagine your sweet little grandparents watching the gayest strip show you could imagine from Castro.

The Office- has anyone been watching? I don't find the show as funny as I used to. Like the Michael- Stanley altercation? I found it really awkward and unfunny to watch. On the other hand, I'm having a ball with Gossip Girl. Does anyone else watch it just for the clothes?

So, to take my mind off of…real life stupid shit, I decided to do a meme. Because they are mindless entertainment.


It’s the one where you put your music library on shuffle and jot down each song as it comes along into the appropriate slots.

( Click if you want to see me die from STDs! )


I'll try to update with something a bit more substantial later on. God, my family drives me nuts sometimes...

So I don't know how relevant this is to your lives, and really, it's a bit of a shoddy update after like, two months, but I do need to get this off my chest so I can start breathing again.

I was talking to group of friends today the presidential election when one friend starts ranting on a long tangent about the deplorable state of politics in America today (which I completely agree with). He ends this off by blaming this on the crazy Christians. Because apparently, all Christians are completely crazy. He goes on about how they use parochial schools to brainwash their kids into believing what they want. Really, I had a lot of respect for this professor, but for him to just throw uneducated opinions out there like this was completely crossing the line. Worst of all, a lot of my friends around the circle were nodding along, completely agreeing.

This attitude isn't only confined to this one part or anything. I've seen this on the internet, where people read about a parochial school somewhere supports intelligent design, or school districts banning evolution, and their first response is "Well, what'd you expect? That's why people send their kids to religious schools, no?"

This is so completely disrespectful and wrong on so many parts. First off, I went to a Catholic school for high school. Trust me, people who find out actually ask me "Did you actually learn science or just religious doctrine?" Believe me, I took four years of science and scored better upon the AP Biology tests than many of my public school counterparts ( AP is basically the equivalent of a college-level course). Parochial schools can provide education without skewing all the the courses to serve their own purposes. Are there schools that do use this to their advantage and teach religious doctrine in place of a proper curriculum? Yes. But the majority of schools? No, not at all.

Christians aren't a bunch of crazies, no more than Hindus, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, or even atheists. Yes, in this 2008 presidential election, religion has become more of an issue than ever (I'm looking at you Mitt Romney), and for America, religion is a touchy issue (which I think is completely ridiculous). But really, grow up. Parochial schools are, on average, no better or worse than public school or other private schools. They're different, and it's really irritating to see normally bright, educated, open-minded people shutter themselves off at the sight of the word Christian.

ETA: edited for some small grammar errors.

So I was looking at my last post and I realized I said I'd post something in a week. Um. 6 is sort of like 1.

But I've been busy. (no, really, you say?) I've switched my major (Long story that starts and ends with my career counselor is a load of shit and is absolutely no help at all), and started a new job (yay! for more $$$), both of which has pretty much eaten up all my time.

My sister emailed me an article in the New York Times a week or so ago that basically said that the Ivy Leagues accept a disproportionate amount of rich kids. I just want to see what people think about this, but I know that I had some pretty strong reactions about the article, and I want to see what others think about this.

Speaking of my sister, she's been going through a pretty rough times lately, and I'm hoping that the next couple of days go better, but I'm not really banking on it (I feel like a bad older sister. blargh).

But anyway. I've been skimming my flist over the last few weeks, saw the wank (wow. I have to admit, I really didn't read either the article or the responses, but I think it's something to do with fake gay and whether that is "valid" or not. Y/N? I'm not going to get into this and just say that it was an interesting point brought up. And my first wank in bandslash that was actually on my flist. ahaha. HP, you have ruined me for life).

MEME!

1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I'll respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.

from notshybutsly

( Now that it's all on paper, I feel really lame )

More memes! Really, I'm just bored, and avoiding my statistics homework.

from notshybutsly


Comment and I'll give you a letter.
Then with that happy little letter, go choose your favourite songs starting with that letter!
put it in your Livejournal and see how many people know your songs.

So I can't actually narrow down my list into 10 songs I like, so here's just a snapshot. My favorite's list is so fluid, it changes whenever I breathe. And some of these are just that I love the band/musician, and thus, that song as well.

S

1. Schindler's List Theme by John Williams
One of my favorite movies of all time (how cliche), and the melody's just haunting.

2. Set the Fire to the Third Bar by Snow Patrol (feat. Martha Wainwright)
One of my favorite bands. I touch the place where I'd find your face, my finger in creases of distant dark places

3. Say Uncle by Vienna Teng
you kept fear of death in back pocket of your jeans,in the palm of your hand, affection

4. Size Too Small by Sufjan Stevens
Everything rises, going at it all, all the surprises in a size too small

5. Swan Lake Ballet by Peter Llyich Tchaikovsky
So this is stretching the definition of song a bit, but I had to put it. It's one of my favorite ballets, and the first one I ever saw. I was six when my mom took me, and immediately after, I wanted to be a ballerina. That lasted for about 8 months, when I realized that there was no way I was ever going to be coordinated enough to balance myself on one square inch of toe.

6. Sugar, We're Going Down by Fall Out Boy
I really couldn't make a list, and not include a bandslash song. This was my first Fall Out Boy song, and I was hooked. Drop a heart, break a name. We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

7. Strange and Beautiful (I'll Put a Spell on You) by Aqualung
Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first. Sometimes, the first thing you want never comes.

8. Sunday, Bloody Sunday by U2
This is the stuff I grew up listening to. My dad loves U2, and in high school, I learned so much about the history of Ireland from me British Literature teacher. So while this may not be favorite song, I have a special place for it in my heart. Broken bottles under children's feet, bodies strewn across the dead end street

9. Sweet Adeline by Elliot Smith
it's a picture perfect evening and I'm staring down the sun, fully loaded deaf and dumb and done, waiting for sedation to disconnect my head

10. A Sunday by Jimmy Eat World
On a Sunday go once around, because when the rides done, the hopes that you have carried
They fall out from your hands back to the ground. Live with that


So this took way longer than I thought. Also, I decided to take out all the Symphonies, Sonatas, Sinfonias, etc. because it's not really in the spirit of the meme, and also, you would get really bored, really fast. :)

I may do the five question meme again later. Anyone interested in my scars? *crickets*

So, like everybody else, just a few days late, I'll post about the HP wankage. LJ is evil and horrible and will give birth to devil spawn anyday now, blah blah blah. Whatever. I doubt anything will make them really change their minds about the suspensions and pretty much banning whatever it is they've already decided. While that makes the libertarian in me all quibbly about free speech, and makes the idealist in me angry about how the US legal system ought to work, I'm pretty sure that Six Apart is not taking any chanced about ending up in court over a piece of NC17 fanart. The main point is what fandom is going to do now. There's a letter going around (most of the details are stated above the actual letter) here that sums up everything pretty well I think. Other than that, I've created an InsaneJournal and a GreatestJournal, in case fandom's jumping. I'll definitely keep my LJ because I do have more than one fandom, and I doubt bandslash is going anywhere just yet, unless something dire happens.

In other news, my internship is over, and my brother's moved out of the parents' house. He's the first to fly the coop, and I think it should have been a bigger deal than it really was. He really just came, got the rest of his junk from his room, piled it all in the U-Haul, and then left. I guess it probably was a bigger deal for my parents than it was for my sister and me because he essentially left when he went to college.

And a question for all you medically-inclined people: I occasionally have these really sharp pains in my head. It's usually just once or twice in a specific part of my head, and then it just disappears. I've never really paid it much attention before, but recently (like, in the last month), it's been getting worse. It happens more often now, like once a week or so, and each time, there's more and more pains. It's hurt about once every five or so minutes over the course of an hour or two. Is this something I should really worry about?

So I was cleaning out my room today and it now looks like a disaster zone. Interesting how much junk I have (like three squirrel paper weights. I don't even use paper weights). But I found a lot of high school junk (none of which I remember actually learning. Like French idioms. Just wondering, do any of you actually remember high school? All I remember is a blur of really idiotic things, like movie marathons, breaking traffic laws, and pulling all nighters. Fun times.)

And, hey! There's actually something from high school that I wrote and LIKED. So I'm posting an exert here because I want to see if I actually write something remotely similar to that now I do want some feedback on how to improve on creative writing and I don't think I've written any creativer writing since senior year. Joys of being a math major I guess.

From sunnyjune46 :

I will write a drabble for the first ten people who comment with one request of 100 words exactly. In return, they have to post this in their journal.

Um. I'll probably only be able to write HP. (Maybe Disney. except that it's not really a fandom. And I kinda want to try the Hilary McKay/Casson family out but I'm pretty sure that I one of the three people that have read that series.)

And, um, just characters. No pairings. I don't have any self-confidence at all about writing fanfiction so anything shippy just seems too hard. really.

So. May the force be with me. (Alright. I was watching a marathon of Star Wars this past weekend. You'd think I have better things to do, right? nah)

Dear girl that sits in front of me during physics,

I realize that this really is none of my business, because you are old enough to dress yourself. But this does not mean you can saunter into class wearing a white see-through tank top, a black bra, and a thong sticking out the top of your mini-mini skirt and proceed to flirt with the guy next to you during the lecture. Who, judging from the way he cringed when you tried to crawl into his lap, was not actually that into you.

But seriously. I can't hear the lecture when you're giggling every two seconds.

No love from,
me

Mebbe later. I still need to read bk11 's. and vote. and so do YOU!!

I need 30 hours a day. Maybe I'll start skipping history lectures....yeah. no. stupid conscience.

*pokes at the dead!lj*

So...it's been BREAK!! WHOO! Too bad I still have hw to do. And that reeks of loserness. I ought to be in Miami partying or something with wet t-shirt contests and Girls Gone Wild (which is a gross enterprise, btw. Joe Francis needs to be locked up, IMHO). Or is that later? idunno. Well. Either way, I'm writing an essay about the New Deal and another on frame narrative and solving physics problems about optics. Fun times.

But I went home, and my lil sis had her junior prom (she looked wonderful). But I felt a bit...regretful for not going to my junior prom because I decided to be "rebellious" and not go. That, and I didn't want to fork up $45 for a bid, $$ for a dress, and still go stag because the high school boys were....odd, let's just say. (read as: mostly sexist, racist, and/or drugged out or just plain stupid. With a few exceptions, but really- the good ones are always taken, no?). That's not to mention that it was held in Holiday Inn. Classy.

Still. I missed out on this grand American tradition of dressing up and going out and spending way too much moolah and watching all my classmates make utter fools of themselves on the dancefloor (I heard there was a drug bust. Apparently, someone decided to bring in pot-laced pastries without realizing that, really, the muffins still smell like pot. *headdesk*). Fun times.

So, was prom worth it for you?

I did go to an after-prom bowling party with some friends though. Note of warning: poofy dresses, waxed floors, and heavy balls (hee!/ is two) do not mix well.



But I did go home this week. And there was a ( er. oops? )

Someone needs to drag me away from the boyslash. Really. This is ridiculous now. I have THINGS to do. Like read about America in the 1920s. *headdesk*

I'm just wondering- what's the "normal" procedure for names on LJ? Just user name, or the usual author name (If it's different), etc?

And what would you like to be called? Any preferences-- real life name, nickname, just user name, etc.?

For me,absitively  or A is fine. Not that I don't like my real name or anything, but on-line = fast&easy is better, right?

New migraine medication + new allergy medication = more nausea and no sleep.
I'm going to go see my doctor again to see if it's the drugs that don't let me sleep comfortably for more than three hours, no matter how tired I am.
On the other hand, I have more free time now.
Rec me something to read then? (Making good use of time, no?)

G-ma sent me more food. Score!

So. Meme-- because I'm a sheep. Baa
From _____faith       :
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I respond by asking you a couple personal questions so I can get to know you better.If I already know you well, expect the questions may be a little more intimate!
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.


( ♥ )

So. My grandma went and sent me a box of goodies for Chinese New Years and all. Like, yummy food and a nice card (no $$, thank god). And she told me last sunday that she already posted it, so it should be there in about a few days; I've been looking foward to this all week. And the post office is retarded and sent the package to the wrong person.
Apparently, he got drunk and spewed all over the package the next day. Like, he got this package, decided to tell me the next day, and proceeded to go and get smashed that night, which led to him stumbling back in the not-so-wee hours of the morning and throw up on the kitchen counter where my OPENED package was. I don't know why he opened it. I think he did to just see what's inside even though it's blatantly not his.
But anyway, pretty much everything inside is now covered in gooey orangey-stuff.
And he told me this morning, offered to repay me (um, for homemade Chinese food from my grandma? That's worth a million bucks man and your hide) and proceeded to actually give me the vomit filled box this morning. I'm not joking. He thought giving me a box of his vomit was smart or something.
Um, yeah, I kinda stared at him funny, then told him to throw away the box and disinfect his fucking car. (I wanted to tell him to shove the vomit up his ass for being retarded but...it was early, ok?)

Um. I really don't know what to say. But I finally got onto LJ, and OMG it's a flower and a lovely note. *sniffles* That's so sweet! Thank you so very much itsbeenvery .

I've been doing my final paper lately, and lemme tell you, life sucks balls right now. So I decided to take a break today and relax and actually see some people. I have research coming out of my ears, organized in this weird pattern all over my room floor, which is driving my roommate crazy. Ah, well.

I actually really want this coat:

Rag & Bone

you know, once I graduate and make some moolah. So I will pretend it's mine and cyber-wear it. :)


Happy Valentine's Day to everybody! Hope you've had a wonderful day filled with people you love.

oh dear god. I wrote. like. actually wrote something fictional. Shoot me now, the new allergy meds are making me lose all normal function.
so. Flame away! Though constructive criticism is pretty helpful as well, as I think this is pretty cruddy, but the traitorous logic went, "well dummy, actually share something with other people for once in your nineteen years on this planet." and here we are!


Title: Waltz in C Minor
Gen
Any age
86 words
Notes: um. No copyright infringement? Though I don't even know if it's considered fanfic as it's pretty damn open-ended. Wellllll here goes nothing.

She’s hypnotically waltzing. Floating above the unanchored ground, swirling to three uneven beats, binding herself in a continuous melody of delusion and fantasy. She waltzes in her own glass box.

He’s blindly wishing. Unseeing her ghostly body shuffle over cold tiles, unwanting her slips of silvery foil digging into his clenched hands, unsaying his whispered farewells as she stares with blank eyes. He wishes for the butterfly to emerge from its opaque cocoon to dance in the flowers.

Instead, he watches her dance towards her eulogy.

So I've been gorging myself with photos of Fashion Week, and basically, Dior blew me out of the water. Just some of my favorites (more for me than anyone else)

And placed under numerous cuts because this turned into some gargantuan monster before my eyes.



But I also loved these looks from:



( Armani Prive )

( Chanel )

( Christian Lacroix )

( Jean-Paul Gaultier )

( Elie Saab )

( Valentino )


All images are from Style.com, courtesy of Marcio Madeira.

That's all folks.

Over and Out, A.