Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Love Always, Charlie

I started to reread one of my favorite books: 
The Perks of Being a Wallflower
In high school, Andrea Bergman had a copy of this book 
and gave it to my brother to read.
I saw him reading the ragged green book and 
ended up reading it after wards.
Best idea yet.
I realized the book was ragged because it was passed down 
from people to people
and consisted of random commentary and highlighted quotes.
I thoroughly loved the concept and 
bought a copy of my own to pass around.
 I have no idea where the book is now, 
and that makes me happy
because Its a book that is meant to be read.
"Sam tapped her hand on the steering wheel. Patrick held his hand
outside the car and made air waves. And I just sat between them. After
the song finished, I said something.
“I feel infinite.”"

 "Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories.
 And maybe it’s not sad."

its the most twisted and sad book, 
which ironically makes it really good. A teenager who goes by the alias of "Charlie",
who is an unconventional thinker 
and writes letters about the 
awkward times of adolescence 
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
 he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
 because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
 and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
 and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
 took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
 with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
 and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
 he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
 because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
 and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
 because of its new paint
And the kids told him
 that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
 with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
 when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
 his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
 when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
 he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
 because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
 and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
 because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
 of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
 making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
 or even talked
And the girl around the corner
 wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
 but he kissed her anyway
 because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
 his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
 he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
 and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
 because this time he didn't think
 he could reach the kitchen.
The poem sounds depressing,
 but if you read the book you love it.
And if you havent read it, then you must! 
Since I re-bought the book to re-read, 
I am going to pass it on again.
if you ever come across my copy, read it!
Love Always, 

Sunday, May 2, 2010

I got stranded on an island and made my way through a jungle!

Fiji islander & ΣAE jungle party..
Let me just try to explain to you how amazing yesterday was!
 so here's a play by play of my day:
(parents don't judge me, it was my last party of the year)

After going to bed at 5 am the night before (or morning perhaps), I somehow didn't wake up to Ling Ling's 8329834 texts telling me to wake up but I shockingly woke up to my alarm at 8 am.  OK... 8 am doesn't seem painfully early, but for a college student who doesn't have any classes before noon, it's a different story! So I pealed my eyes open, threw on a bathing suit and sunglasses and then I headed up to the 4th floor to pregame  and rock out to girl power songs in a friends room. It didn't take much before I was woozy considering I woke up buzzin' from the night before.

20 minutes later we embarked on our long journey across campus to Fiji. But not to our surprise, we see one of my best friends getting out of discount cab holding heels in her hand and in her clothes from the night before. Because there is nothing discrete about hopping out of a lime green taxi, we HAD to  add to the effect by clapping her out as she did her walk of shame!

 This is what we showed up to when we finally made it to Fiji islander for our second pregame.  We don't joke around here at U of A! I was a little bummed when security made me throw away my caprisun cause it makes for a delicious chaser. Anyway, when we got inside the courtyard had a tiny man made pool with a swim up bar and palm fronds  and man made waterfalls were everywhere! We end up getting this mixed drink that I believe was straight rubbing alcohol or possibly just roofied, haha. We scratched that and just danced until it was time to get in line at SAE jungle party.

We walk over to SAE and see a long line that is snaked around non-sturdy metal gates. Of course we thought we were being sly and tried going around the group of people...yeah no...security yelled at us to get at the back of the line. We lingered around cause none of us were willing to stand in that line with hoochitas shoving to get in. So we were standing where the front of the line is but on the wrong side of the gate when one girl must have pushed too hard causing a huge domino effect of 30 girls AND THE GATE to hit the floor. Probably top 10 funniest thing I have ever seen!! Most importantly, it was the perfect opportunity to step over the girls and walk straight into the party...so we did! Be definitely got bitched at and one girl yelled "I think I broke my arm, don't cut me!"...like I cared. haha

With wallet and phone in hand, I knew it would be a recipe for disaster in in the pool. Ling Ling and I happen to walked in the SAE laundry room that was covered in filth. The drunks betches we were we hid our things in the laundry room closet.

We walked up the stairs, followed it around and went down a man made water slide into the man made pool. The pool was huge, crowded and covered their entire courtyard. It had a bigger and better waterfall and swim up bar. So in other words it was way more legit.

Lorissa and I found ourselves dancing under the waterfall entertaining the whole party! I am guessing I did one too many hair flips since I woke up with morning with a stiff neck. I'm not surprised...

There was a point in time when I lost all my friends and I was too confused to even fret. So what did I do? Made new friends that were standing on the edge of the pool dancing and joined them. I was like a dancing machine haha. Thats when I finally ran into Jordan and I flopped into the water, which was now a murky color.

Jord and I were cruising around the pool and enjoying the way college student make their own fun. For example, little kid pool toys now have significance in our live by using the pool noodles as beer bongs and blow up alligators as anti-drowning devices. People on the ledges of the pool would yell at us to look up and would pour their drinks into our mouth like the ultimate waterfall pour.

I think the last thing I remember is security guard consistently taking my drinks away cause I didn't have a 21 and up wristband. DANG IT. So we would just continue going back to the bartender and he would throw drinks our way. I always find a way to beat the system, sucker! jk haha.

There were sequences of blurred events that I wish I could tell you what happened cause I'm sure could have been embarrassing and something worthwhile to talk about.

I went through the entire day holding my shoes and managed not to loose them until the end of the party, I had let one float away. When it was time to leave I didn't wanna walk home barefoot so I gathered random shoes floating in the pool and went home...

 I ended up waking up at 8 pm with a blue jersey mesh shirt on that I supposedly had retrieved from the bottom of the pool hahaha and I felt like a hot mess express! With all that said, I had an amazing day and I have the bruises to prove it!

Thursday, April 29, 2010

super kawaii

For whatever reason, I have a low key obsession with harajuku girls.

Whats not to love about harajuku girls? This may seem completely random, but I was playing "Harajuku girls" by Gwen Steffani and it reminded me of how bizarre their under ground culture really is. They wear the strangest outfits and getaway  with it, like how sistahhs get away with purple weaves, metallic gold high tops and apple bottom jeans. Honestly, could you imagine wearing purple cloud socks with a pink tutu with green leg warmers and a white wig  on a daily basis?! How fun! Like Gwen says, "they're so distinctive, like DNA, like nothing i've ever see in the USA." Their language of their clothing is so creative and unique. I would LOVE to be in the Tokyo scene just to be a harjuku girl!

God, I miss that face :) My family and I always joke around saying that my dog, Gidget, should be a harajuku girl. Why, you ask? Simply because she is our little Asian pup. She has the typically flat face, she reads and writes in Chinese (although harajuku is Japanese), she is very smart and studious and she even barks with an accent. We call her hara-gidgy girl! The only problem is that she doesnt like playing dress us, but I feel like she will catch on one of these days!..

"Style is style
Fashion is fashion
Girl, you got style."

Wednesday, April 28, 2010


Thizzz is me..

aimlessly speaking for my own good

With the inspriartion from my dearest Caitlin Martini, I am officially a blogger!
"Your first post is crucial"- Caitlin

hurrr we go...

Today as I stood in the stand up tanning booth with the radio blaring I realized I needed to entertain myself for the next 12 minutes. If any of you have been in a stand up booth you know that it is an enclosed cage with bright lights glowing all around you. So as pop songs played on the radio, I began dancing and pretended that I was a go-go cage dancer, no big deal.. that only lasted a few minutes before I realized how lame I really am!

When "Party in the USA" came on the radio, it brought me back to when I lived in Parker House and got woken up daily by that song coming from Delta Chi, the frat next door. So with Parker House on my mind, I reminisced on memories I had with the girls in that dorm. Which then led to me doing some deep thinking about friendships and relationship in general, with my time remaining in the tanning booth.

I have always believed that friendships and relationships are strictly based on geography. For example, I am friends with college friends now because 1. we all lived in the same dorm 2. we happen to be at the same place at the same time and 3. we are friends of friends we met in the dorm, party, ECT. 

But if you think about it, those friends you've made are not someone you'd typically hang out with, but your friends because of your geography and they are there at that moment. For the longest time I have held true to this because with geographical changes, like moving dorms, friendships you had before have now grown apart and you have made new friends.

keep in mind, I'm still in the tanning booth..

With two weeks shy of completing my freshman year in Arizona I have finally realized that way of thinking is very narrow minded because there are many proven factors against this hypothesis. 

The best example would be all my Temecula girl friends. Yes, I have moved away for college, as well as a few of the other girls,  but we all stay in contact and don’t let the geographical distance come between us or allow us to grow apart! If anything, I believe that we have all grown closer and don’t take for granted the moments we all have together. 

my 12 minutes are up and im nice and bronzed..

I walked back to my dorm I relized how luck I am to have know most of these girls since I was in elementary school and to this day I consider them my best friends! I am absolutely bless to have them in my life and could not imagine life without them. CLICHE, I know, but there is no other way to describe it! And I truely think that all of our differences just compliment one another, which has made our group of girls friends such a tight pack. I LOVE you and miss you all everyday I'm in AZ, and I cannot wait to spend this entire summer with you all!

a state apart, but close at heart..
and so it is..