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[17 Sep 2009|02:22am] |
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So it's been a while since I've blogged (publicly) but I keep thinking about starting a blog for pictures of hiking and other stuff that I do that wouldn't be this blog. I'd probably only update mostly in the summers, but I'd use it for whatever adventures I go on. So yeah. The main problem is that I've lost my camera. So it'll be hard to capture new adventures, but there's usually someone around who I can steal pictures from.
This past weekend I went backpacking with my friend Michelle in Grand Valley in the Olympics on the peninsula. It was super beautiful and relaxing. Well, sorta. I was actually kind of stressed out the whole time because we didn't really bring enough food, and we forgot to buy iodine, so we really didn't have enough water either. We were gone Saturday til Monday, and on Saturday I didn't drink any water on the way in, which probably made things a little worse, starting off with a hydration deficit. But I figured it was better to conserve water earlier in case we REALLY needed it later.
I did some fishing the first night at the lake we stayed at, and caught two pretty decent sized guys in the fifteen minutes I spent in the water, so I felt pretty proud of myself for only having learned to fish this summer. I was mad because I left my fly box at home, so I only had these two crappy flies that I bought at Big 5 like a million months ago. But they actually worked well, I caught about eight fish before I lost both of them.
On the first night we were there we went to bed at nine. There was this goddamn animal that kept making some noise that sounded like a high pitched "eh?" kind of drawn out and asking permission or something. Hard to describe. But irritating. So I put my headphones on and started up my sadsack playlist, because sad music usually helps me sleep. Having fallen asleep rather quickly once I drowned out the fucking bird or whatever it was, I woke up feeling somewhat melancholy. The track that was playing was called Kettering by The Antlers, a song I'm not super familiar with. I put it on the list because I've heard it's a super sad song and I happened to have The Antlers on my computer because I had been looking for new music recently. I have to say, Kettering is maybe one of the saddest songs ever written. It's up there, at least. It's just... so hopeless. And sad. I think I might try to buy that record.
That's something new in my life as well. Well, it's actually two new things: buying (music) and records. I bought a record player because Brandi Carlile's new album is being released on vinyl first, and I think records are neat and my parents have a bunch and I've been getting back into some of the classic albums from my childhood, by the likes of Roy Orbison, Tracy Chapman, Fleetwood Mac, Carole King, and other artists. I feel kind of hipster for being way into records now (espeically having written a paragarph about the antlers), but I really do like them. Also, I'm going to try to start buying more music than I did, because I have a job and thus can. I still usually kind of feel guilty for pirating albums that I listen to on a daily basis. I could care less about the albums that I listen to for like a week, then forget about, but when I really enjoy the artist's music I feel like they should get what's theirs. So yeah.
Anyway, after I woke up and actively listened to the song for the first time, I just kind of lied there for a while being kinda sad. And then I fell asleep and we both woke up after nine the next morning. OOPS no early start for the next day :( The day hike on Sunday was long and dry, and having a less-than-ideal amount of water, we took many breaks and generally made very slow time. But the view of the rest of the Olympic range at the end of the hike was really worth it. It was really beautiful. Mount Olympus isn't as impressive when you're spoiled growing up around Mt Rainier, and especially because I've been spending all my time around Mt Baker this summer, so Olympus' peaks are kinda lackluster in comparison, but the range is still spectacular. The evening after the hike I skinny dipped in one of the lakes up there, and it was SO COLD. My testicles were not happy, and tried to retreat as far up my abdomen as they could when i first stepped in the water, but it was so refreshing and cooling once I was in the water. For the very brief time I was in the water.
Monday we hiked out (after eleven more hours of sleeping), and the hike was pretty darn miserable for the first half, but more than made up for it in the second half because of the pretty plains and streams and fields we crossed through the valley. The last half-mile was a super bitch because we were both totally dehydrated and there was probably at least like 800 feet of gain. Which is stiff over half a mile. But we were out of the hike at like 11:30, and our ferry reservation was for 6:45 so having an afternoon to kill on the peninsula we did the only thing that exhausted, nerdy DORKS could do. We went to Forks. BARF, I know. But it was fun, and a pretty drive, and I laughed at all the people taking pictures by Forks High School and the Bella truck and the Twilight headquarters (even if I was one of them). I really enjoyed the signs, like "Entering the Twilight Zone" a few miles before town, or the "Edward has a crush on you" one at one of the hotels. One hotel offered Twilight suites. Which I can only imagine are super creepy in a teenage-girls-would-love-this kind of way. There's probably a cardboard cutout of Robert Pattinson looming over the bed, like Edward does in the books. Ew. That relationship is so fucked up. I think Twilight and Forks are similar in that they are both initially so intriguing but then are really boring, however you keep plowing through because you feel like there has to be something better there that everyone else really seems to like. And then there's nothing. No payload, no reward. Just a shitty pre-teen romance novel wannabe about abstinence and a dirty washed up town with a bit of fleeting trendy glitz that makes you depressed because you know once the heyday is over the town will have zip going for it. Except the Hoh rainforest, which is quite beautiful, I've heard.
(tl;dr - Nature is hard, songs are sad, and twilight is still fantastically awful)
So. In other news... There's not much going on with me right now. Ever-present boy drama, which I will kind of hopefully sort out a bit next week, and stressing about my future and school, and what I'm doing with my life and blah blah blah. You know, the usual.
So I'm going to go to bed now, but tomorrow, hopefully I'll be starting my other adventure photo blog, with pictures from last year. And clean my room. That shit needs to get done.
Also, Happy birthday to me! I guess it's not technically my birthday anymore, but I haven't gone to bed yet, so I feel like it still counts. Although, people bought me drinks last night at midnight, so I guess I can't really claim a birth day-and-a-half.
PS - I'm not really touched about anything, I just like the mood because the image for it is so literal.
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[15 Nov 2008|06:10pm] |
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I'm basically the worst student ever. I have two huge, fatty exams and a quiz next week, and I really need to do well on them, because I've been sucking so hard so far this quarter. But instead of studying, I've been playing Fallout 3, watching movies, and playing pokemon. So I just turned off my gameboy, and was like "I'm going to go do my readings now," but realized that I needed to update my LJ. I really don't have anything to say, I'm just trying to think of ways to procrastinate.
My roommate went to a prop 8 gay rights rally thing, and I wanted to go with her, but it was at 10. AM. I don't get up for my 11 am classes. So I got up at two instead. I think my sleep schedule is all fucked up, because every night I just stay up later and later, and now I'm going to bed around 4:30 - 5:00. Yuck. I need to fix this, but I'm not sure how. Usually, I'll just set an alarm for like 8, get up and not let myslef take a nap that day, then I'll conk out at like 9 pm and my schedule will reset. Nowadays, however, I'll set my phone alarms (it has three on it) for whatever time, put it on my desk across the room, go to bed, and then in the morning I'll wake up two hours after my alarms should have gone off with my phone in my hand. Because I wake up, walk across my room (which is no easy feat, considering how dirty it is), and disable all three alarms in my sleep. Great. I just don't really know what to do anymore. Hmm.
In conclusion, I think I'm going to walk to the store, get some candy, then start my reading. Sounds like a super fun Saturday night, right?!?!?
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[13 Nov 2008|01:18pm] |
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I've decided that I'm going to blog more. I just went back and read a bunch of my entries from spring 06, and I think they're really funny. I feel like I've lost a lot of any writing ability i used to have. SO maybe this'll help.
I've been an extremely great student this quarter. For example, I was in p-chem (one of the notoriously hardest classes for anyone ever), and didn't go to lectures and didn't do homework and then I dropped it. And then there's biochem, a class to which I go maybe once a week. If that. My other class is Materials science, which I just don't take seriously, becuase my teacher's an idiot. For real. Totally stupid. Three of our slides were titled "Wonderful Snowflakes," and they were just pictures of snowflakes. For no reason. They had nothing to do with our lecture. WTF? I don't even know.
And I was totally going to go to that class today, but I didn't. Becuase I'm great like that. I was going to do some reading for Biochem but I decided to read LJ instead.
Oh. I'm also taking math. See how great I am at school this quarter? I totally forgot about math. I hate that class because it's all memorizing rules about how to manipulate matrices. Dumb! Pointless! Anywhoo, I should probably go to math today, so i'm going to go do that.
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[06 Nov 2008|09:05pm] |
I'm still way more pissed about Prop. 8 than I could be happy about Obama. He would have voted for it, too.
Seriously, fuck America.
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[28 Aug 2008|08:26pm] |
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I really think that Barack Obama is going to hurt the cause for gay marriage and rights than anything. I got into an argument with my father, because I said that civil unions, even fully-fledged ones, were still a form of discrimination. It perpetuates the separate but equal laws that were struck down in the black civil rights movement during the 60's. My dad told me that we needed to accept things in small steps. But when I hear a man tell me he was tired of being told to "wait [his] turn" for civil rights, and then to turn around and deny me my marriage - and thus, as far as I'm concerned, an extent of my humanity - because of his belief system, I will hold him to providing me with all the rights he enjoys. So, Barack Obama, I'm tired of small steps and diminutive concessions. I deserve marriage just as much as you do - just as much as your black father and white mother, and just as much as any atheist who do not share your beliefs. If civil unions are enacted many gays will probably fight less for the marriage title, and even more (if not all) of straight America will pass civil unions off as "good enough." Marriage will never happen. If it took us this long to fight over the civil rights aspect of the issue, the semantic argument will never be won. I am not a dog to be satisfied with Beggin' Strips instead of actual meat, nor am I a felon who has done something wrong to give up any human rights. I am a tax-paying American citizen who deserves a family and a place in society at the same level that anyone else can achieve.
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[01 Jul 2008|11:28pm] |
So my computer's a turd and there are four vertical lines of dead pixels running down my screen. Thanks, computer.
In other news, Pride was super fun this weekend. I kinda fell in love with this one bartender, but I'll probably never see him again, so I'm over it.
Also, my windsurfing class is awesome so far. Today there was NO wind AT ALL, so we just lied on our boards all day, talking and staying cool in the water.
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[24 Jun 2008|11:11pm] |
I've been sooo incredibly bored today that I went to Barnes and Noble, bought the Alchemist, Ender's Game and some fantasy novel (Name of the Wind? It's supposed to be good), and read the first few chapters of fantasy, then read and finished the Alchemist. Which is a ... good?... book. Like, it seems like it's saying all these really powerful, insightful things about love and life, but really, what I took away from it is think positively and pay attention to what you want and what's important to you. So duh. It's one of those books (as they all are) that really stresses wisdom and being aware of yourself and your heart and your feelings and what you want with your life, which are all things I don't feel that I'm incredibly good at. Like, over the past couple of years I've felt myself get a lot happier, and I think some of the things I've learned about myself really do coincide with some of the messages of the book, but I don't think that reading the book made me realize anything more.
Also, I really feel like books like that, and those kinds of philosophies really are self-centered and kinda selfish. I mean, it is important to be happy and all, but to make your entire life about attaining your own personal goal and then living in contentment being a shepherd or an alchemist or whatever? I don't know, I just feel like you should be helping other people or doing something constructive for mankind or the earth or whatever. But also part of the book talks about how other people think they know how to "live" life the best and try to tell other people how to live their lives, which is exactly what I was just doing. But still. Not constructive, in the long run for humanity. However, I really think that that's the difference between what some old dead guy (Carl Jung, I think) called "Extroverted Thinkers" and "Introverted Thinkers" (now before you point at me and yell "YOU'RE TOTALLY WRONG, YOU FUCKWAD!" know that I'm trying to remember this all based off of reading one page of my roommate's illustrated intro to Jungian Psych book a few months ago, so I'm kinda talking out of my ass), and I think he described the difference as being between people who think about the world and try to figure it all out and connect things and are basically people like Einstein and Darwin (they would be the extroverted ones) and the others are poets and people who discover things about themselves and whatever, and when I think about it I just can't get over how narrow the focus is when you're exploring yourself and defining your soul or whatever. That was a disgustingly long sentence. And horribly constructed, too.
Anyway, I liked the alchemist because (obviously) it did get me thinking, even though I don't really think I took any of the messages to heart, and I'm not sure that my train of thought was where the author really expected anyone to go. So I think tomorrow I'm going to read my fantasy novel (not just tomorrow - it's over 700 pages), and then after that I'll read another "thinking" book. We'll see where that goes.
And now I've just realized that I haven't eaten anything at all today other than some M&Ms that were on my floor and some trail mix. So I'mma go fix that.
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[24 Jun 2008|02:45pm] |
So I'm sitting here naked in my room (because I can, that's why), and I realized I haven't made a real update to my livejournal in a very long time.
So here it goes.
I'm taking a stupid math class this summer (multivariable calculus), and I was dreading the nerdy, annoying people who would be in it (they were all nerdy and annoying in my other calc classes), but it's full of really attractive guys that are super nice and friendly, one of whom was in my chemistry class last quarter, so I at least knew someone. Anyway I'm really looking forward to that class. I'm also taking windsurfing this quarter, and I assumed that all the other people in that class would be buff, tan, in-shape hot guys that are a million times more athletic and sporty than me, so I was pretty intimidated, but everyone in my group is kinda average and boring - well, based entirely on three words of first impression. But we took a swim test (which is actually why I'm naked - gross wet underwear), and I finished first, which surprised me because I haven't really done any swimming for a year. I'm really looking forward to that class.
I kinda hate livejournaling right now. I feel really self-centered and like I'm talking to a wall. Probably because usually when I update I am angry about something, or I've found something cool, but today I'm only updating because I feel obligated to.
Anyway, I'm bored
So peace out.
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[06 Jun 2008|01:40pm] |
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I don't understand the Obama fervor. People give him so much credit for everything from being REALLY progressive to being the great uniter. Guess what. He's not progressive, he's essentially just as moderate as Hil-dog. He's not a great uniter, because otherwise he (and Hillary, it's not just his fault) would not have caused such a huge rift in his own political party. He's against gay marriage, he jumped on the socialized health care system boat only after Hillary had been touting it for years and years, and he voted FOR the patriot act in 2006. I don't really have a whole lot of beef with HIM per se, but mostly his supporters, especially the gay ones. I don't get why everyone thinks he's so great, other than probably being influenced by corporate media, who fell in love with him starting at the end of last year.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a die-hard Hillary fan. I wouldn't have voted for her either. The only democratic candidates i would have staunchly supported are Dennis Kucinich, and to a lesser extent, Mike Gravel. I really feel like the only way I can participate in this election and not feel dirty and like I'm selling out my ideals and values is to vote socialist. But I was talking to my friend Michelle, who really believes that a vote outside of the democratic party is a vote for McCain, which is essentially true, considering that all the smaller parties in America are leftist and all the right-wing people are republican. I don't want to feel responsible for John McCain being in office. But I won't feel right voting for Obama when i disagree with him on so many issues.
In conclusion, I hate American two-party politics.
Also, fuck final exams.
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[28 Mar 2008|03:22pm] |
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"According to The Book of Revelations the anti-christ is:
The anti-christ will be a man, in his 40s, of MUSLIM descent, who will deceive the nations with persuasive language, and have a MASSIVE Christ-like appeal....the prophecy says that people will flock to him and he will promise false hope and world peace, and when he is in power, will destroy everything. Is it OBAMA??"
Seriously? C'mon. Mostly, I love that it was left by user DUI5.
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[09 Sep 2007|07:38pm] |
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sooo... On tuesday we bought a guinea pig. We named it Princess Sparkleberry Lovelymuffin. And then, today when we got home, he was dead.
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[03 Aug 2007|05:09pm] |
WHY IS IT SO IMPOSSIBLE TO GET NEON GENESIS EVANGELION EPISIDE 24!?!?!??!?!? seriously, stage6.divx.com doesn't have it, there're no english versions on youtube, both the torrents i've tried won't even start downloading (and another one downloaded as a .php file, i don't even know what that means). So i'm trying to get it though limewire, which is gross. It's going at 3kbps. Yuck.
In other news...
http://www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com/cgi-bin/seigboard.pl?1355
I love this cat. MOstly I love the comments - especially the one by the guy named RAAADDD - mostly just his name though.
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[29 Jul 2007|01:40am] |
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um. SO i'm just finishing up watching 300, and i'm remembering how much i HATE narrations. They're so dumb and just show weak filmmaking. If you can't SHOW you're audience, and have to tell them, then you're not making your movie correctly. although, in this case it could be that they realized that their target audiences might just need that extra bit of help. I alos really do think that many critics are right in that this movie just totally glorifies bull-headed masculinity and vilifies anything effeminate or deviation from the norm (ie genetic/physical deformities).
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Oh my god. I'm so tired. I had a really bad headache last night, so i was about to go to bed when Erin called from Alaska, so I got to talk to her. It was really great to talk to her, but i was just so tired and had such a bad headache, i probably wasn't a very good conversationalist. So then, when i was done talking to her at nearly two am, i took some sleepytime medicine, which is now still affecting me, so that on top of like <6 hours of sleep, i'm just exhausted. Eff. In other news, my group and my teacher really liked my short story, even though it was about aliens. So that was nice, to get some positive feedback, when i expected really negative feedback. I'll post the final draft on here when i'm done.
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[04 Jul 2007|02:07pm] |
On the first day of my writing class, we did a "corpse story" (or something like that) where the teacher writes down the first sentence, then the next person writes a response sentence without really thinking about it, then they fold the first sentence away and pass it to the next person, who can then only see the sentence written before them and that's it, and they write a sentence, and you see where the story goes. So the sentence that I got to see was something like "the markings on it must have been alien in origin." So my sentence was "The aliens, who are obviously from one of saturn's moons, clearly intended to infiltrate and occupy earth." Then we read some assigned readings and now, a week later, the teacher tells us that we have to write our first short story with the main characters being one of hte side characters of our stories (which were, in case you're interested: "The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven," "Black Man and White Woman in a Green Rowboat," and "A Small, Good THing"), and the first sentence has to be the one we wrote for that corpse story. Yuk. I really don't like mine. Although, i know mine is not as bad as some people's because one of hte sentences was like "'hakuna matata' said Timon as he blah blah blah." ANd hte next sentence after that was "The skinny meerkat and the fat warthog blah blah blah" so that one's gotta be hard to do. Anyway, in conclusion, i don't really want to write a sci-fi ish short story, but at least it could be really fun. We'll see how i feel about it later.
On another note, I started working again, and I forget how shitty it is to stand for seven hours in a row. fuck taht shit. I work like a million hours this weekend. But I like money, and i'll be closing with Dave, who is really really fun. So that's good.
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[30 Jun 2007|11:19pm] |
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um. So somthing kinda terrifying just happened to me. I was coming home from work, and got off the freeway at lakeway, like normal, and checked my rearview mirror, and just happened to notice a small car with very square, bright headlights was behind me. I took lakeway to Samish, and turned toward my place, but didn't turn onto my street, becuase i was listening to a good song and didn't want it to be over. So i drove to Bill McDonald Parkway and turned right toward campus, thinking i'd just make a loop and listen to some other song(s). When i was just by Buchanan Towers, i noticed that the same car was behind me. i continued to drive around campus, but went through campus on High Street, which the following car did too. Which is wierd. I continued through high, till it kinda turns to Indian, took indian to Chestnut, with the car still following me. At this point I was sure it was specificially following me, because I'd essentially made a loop to where i got off the freeway. I continued driving to my street, where i turned, and it turned, too, which is when i started to actually be concerned. So then, this is kinda hard to describe unless you know what my street looks like, but i'll try: our garage is on a "driveway" (taht's the best term i can think of) that is shared among eight other garages in our apartment complex, and the "driveway" sticks straight off of the street, so you can kinda see all of them from the road. I turned into the drive way, and opened my garage, and looked behind me, and the car that was following me had just stopped on the street, essentially blocking the driveway. I turned into my garage, and waited for a few minutes, hoping he would drive away. I listened to a song or two, then got out of my car, and walked out of the garage, to go around to the front door (we keep the garage/house door locked). When i went around the garage wall, the car saw me and then sped off. It kinda terrified me. I went into my house, shut the garage door, locked the door, turned on all the lights, checked all the rooms (just cuz i was paranoid at that point), then sat in the living room for like twenty minutes not doing anything. Just sitting there. I kinda couldn't take it anymore, so i grabbed my book and a couple of movies and am now at Justin's. I'm still a little scared, because Justin is down in Bellevue with Holly, so there's really no one in Bellingham that i know, but i feel alot safer in Justin's apartment than in mine at this point. the one thing that really kinda creeps me out is that i don't know how long the car was following me. Did they follow me from work? If so, did they WAIT for me to get off? that's really creepy.
In other news, I've started watching Lost (because i sold my soul), but am stuck because now i have to wait for blockbuster online to deliver the fourth disc, and the earliest it will come is monday. eff.
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[26 Jun 2007|09:18pm] |
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Yay! I finally got my laptop fixed! I'm excited, now I can play oblivion! Fun! Man, so I had my first summer courses today, and it looks like I'll have essentially no life for the next month. We're cramming 10 weeks of O-Chem into 4. So that means about one chapter of reading a night. Each one is about 60 pages, plus 10 pages of problems. Plus about 50 pages of reading for my creative writing, not to mention the actual writing part. So that sucks. Oh well, it should be fun. At least i have Oblivion.
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