Is This KIM?
KIM is feeling today.
KIM is feeling today.
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It's been a weird week. Good and bad. Bria and Shaquille were fighting in class on Friday. I tried to break it up, it didn't work too well. I'm still not really used to that whole inner city school vibe. It's weird the way things go. I dunno. Friday was the 2 year "anniversary" (I hate using that word for this) of my father's death. I tried to take my mind off of things, not be too mopey, but when Jennifer came home and told me that a friend of her's - someone who had been like a grandmother to her - had passed away, it all came to me. I cried for a bit of time while telling her some advice. I dunno. Was on the phone with Ticketmaster for about a half hour straightening out things with my Jon Stewart ticket that never came in the mail. Then spent about 2 hours at Kinko's trying to get a fax from my mother. Kinko's is the most shoddily run organization on the planet. Never again will I go there. Never. Again. Headed out to Queens. The whole fam was there. Titi Kathy, Titi Candy, Uncle Louie, Louie, Kelly, Gianni, Jimmy Joe, Crystal, Titi Peggy, Nani, Papi, and the dogs.. Haggis and Thunder. I hadn't seen Gigi, Kelly, or Jimmy Joe in awhile. I tried to study Economics, but it didn't work out. Watched Bubble Boy, which was actually pretty funny. I was predominantly watching it for the Jake; I dunno what I was expecting aside from that. Haha. The next day I headed home around 5. Got ready for JON STEWART, and headed out to meet Amanda and her roommates at the 1/9 station. They were really funny people. Anybody we passed in the subway station that was playing an instrument was - "He's playing the blues cause he can't go see Jon Stewart." "He's so sad he can't even play his instrument." "He's really happy cause he's going to see Jon Stewart. He's catching the next train." Okay, so it was cruel, and they shouldn't have said things about the homeless, but it was also terribly funny. I was almost disowned from the group for saying that I don't know if I would want to see Jon Stewart naked. Well... My ticket ended up being some printed out piece of paper with my seat number written on it in black pen. What? So weird. Jim Gaffigan = funny. Richard Lewis = not so much. Jon Stewart = HILARIOUS. I'll probably expand on that later, but as for now, I really need to get back to studying my calc. Midterm tomorrow. Yick. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, October 20, 2002; 03:03 p.m..
Thanks for calling, Erin. It was fun to listen to Something Corporate underwater. ;) This weekend has been strange. And lazy. I have so much homework to do - but I only woke up like a half hour ago. And ate an ice cream sandwich. I'm such a pig. Bleh. Haha. Anyways - Jennifer hasn't come home. I figure that she stayed over a friends since it was so late, but I called and her cell phone is off. I left a message. Jenn! I don't like not knowing where people are. I get really paranoid about things. I was laying down on the living room floor chatting with people and watching Murder by Numbers once I realized there was an ethernet jack in my living room. It doesn't get much lazier than that. Oh, throw in the chips and rice krispie treats I was eating. My arms are sore from the gym yesterday. Jen and I did tae bo, and we looked out the window to see that there were 3 people watching us punch and kick the air. It was pretty funny. Then I went to the gym for a half hour, blasting okgo in the little area they like to call a "gym." There's not even a treadmill, and 75% of the stuff is broken or too complicated for me to work out with. I just do the canoe thing and the bike. And then those arm things at the weights machine. Mehak's not here, so I've been sleeping with the radio on again. It feels good to have music put me to sleep. My arms huuurt. I had a weird, weird dream the other day. Well, two actually.
This one is from a few days ago:
This dream I had last night: I've decided that I do actually like the guy, but will I actually try to do anything about it? Probably not. But the fact that I thought about it puts me ahead of where I've been in the past. Haha. And now I should go get dressed, get some lunch, and do my math. Yuck. ;) This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, October 13, 2002; 02:13 p.m..
Sarah and Jennifer are probably moving out. It makes me sad. Sigh. Sarah says she can't live with Jenn anymore. It's really pretty ridiculous, and I don't feel like going into it at all, but it's just dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Anyways, if both are unwilling to move, then they both have to move. Sarah went back home for the weekend, so she's going to discuss things with her parents. We'll see when she gets back. On the plus side, Mehak and I might then have the apartment to ourselves. Woo. ;) But we don't want Jen to leave. Anyways, I'm really tired, worn out, etc. I took a 3 hour nap this evening, and I'm definately ready to get back to it. I borrowed some DVD's from Jen - Interview With a Vampire and The Simpson's complete second season, so mayhaps I'll watch those this eve. Work has been increasingly stressful - the kids are so obnoxious. I love them all, though. The way Latrel tugs on my arm, or that Ishaq actually remembers my name, or when they actually respect me - it's really cute. I didn't really do anything at all this week though. I think the government would be greatly angered if they realized they were paying me to staple papers and watch the kids read. I did help Joseph do his homework today, though. Woo. The post office and the banks are closed on Monday, and yet I still have school. NYU, you can suck it. Gretchen saw Gideon Yago at Ben and Jerry's on Wednesday, and since I was so stressed from the roommate situation, I actually went down there. By the time I got down there, Ben and Jerry's was closed and he was gone. Oh well. Not that I would've done anything had he been there. Although, it did make for a funny story when I got back and told Jenn and Mehak that Gideon had hit me with his car and given me his number - and they actually believed me. "Do I look like I was hit by a car?" I'm gonna go do something somewhat productive. And no, I didn't say anything to Burke besides, "Did you title your essay?" this week. Man, now that's what I call putting a move on someone. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, October 11, 2002; 11:05 p.m..
 See Which Member Of Weezer You Are Here! I'm listening to Something Corporate. I had "Straw Dog" stuck in my head, so why not? I want Sarah and Jennifer to stop fighting. Well, they aren't fighting at the moment - just not speaking. It's odd when I walk in their room and say something to the two of them. There's no chance of it spreading into a conversation because they both want to take each other down. Sigh. Anyways. I cooked tonight. It wasn't too good. Will I ever get used to gas stoves? What does it take to be a superhero in my own world? I miss Houston. I really do. Writing the Essay was cancelled for tomorrow. Poor sick Wes. Operation pursuit has been called off until next week - Thursdays (work day) are far too frantic for me to attempt to do anything. I'm going to call my cousin and see if she wants to do lunch tomorrow. She called a few weeks ago, and I said I'd get back to her. I hope she doesn't think I'm being rude. School has been so crazy; she'll understand. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, October 7, 2002; 10:53 p.m..
Mehak has the Growing Pains theme song on repeat. It's been on for about 15 minutes now. We're still jamming. Okay it's off. Now we're listening to a live Dashboard mp3. Mehak says it sounds like a "hallelujah, Jesus!" song. Anyways - I've decided to full on launch my pursuing of a member of the male species. Just because I've never actually gone after a guy before. Well, atleast in a sense that they would notice. The only problem is that I'm not sure of I like Burke, or if I just wanted to have a crush on someone so I picked him. Sigh. Things could get messy. I hope not. Knowing me, I won't even truly go after him anyways. In Basic Musicianship, Prof Jon told me that I had a pretty voice. Awww. Kim's second time having to sing in front of a crowd doesn't end in her not making the musical freshman year. Sniff. ;) Spent time in Queens this weekend. Ate dinner with Crystal and her friend's family Thursday night - she went to the Good Charlotte signing at Tower Records. I watched. Then I went to meet up with Wes for my consultation or whatever on my essay. He says it's "pastel" but it needs to be "vivid." My sister told me she wouldn't have me not seeing Jon Stewart - so she's sending me $30. And that is how I will get to see my first comedy show with one of my favorite men in the world. Hell. Yeah. I saw Unfaithful today. That was the worst movie that I have ever seen in my life. Nobody should ever see it. So ridiculous. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, October 7, 2002; 10:00 p.m..
Dear Visitor, The Universe showers you with brightness and love. Anyone but Leo would fold under the pressure of all this goodness. Whoever you kiss now may be yours for life. --- With that said, today is not over with yet. It's 2:05pm on a nice Tuesday afternoon and already I have done the following things: seen the white stripes. met Meg White. Here's how things went. I headed out to Union Square Park and was a bit confused until I finally stumbled upon the stage behind the park. It was 10:30am. I sat around and read the People magazine I had found in Jennifer's room. Sheryl showed up about 11, and we hung around dancing to the horrible music they were blasting. Avril Lavigne. Pink. Enrique. Train. Third Eye Blind. What were they thinking? The Stripes finally came out and rocked our socks completely off. The way Meg plays - it's amazing. She is the most astounding creature I think there is on this planet. Jack made eye contact with me at one point (I was about 3 people back) as we sang "Apple Blossom," and I freaked out and looked away. What is it about the White Stripes that give them the ability to hypnotize so many with their music? Sheer beauty. That's about all I can say about the show. Around 12:55, a man ran across the stage, and I could see they were trying to get Jack to stop. Jack seemed to make the song longer, and when informed they had to end the show, he said "Okay, we've got one more song for you." As they began to play, the plug was pulled. The White Stripes were without electricity. Jack rebelled and walked to the edge of the stage. "Okay, can you guys hear me?" He proceeds to continue playing the song, as Meg drums quietly behind him, asking us all to repeat the last line so those in the back could hear. The man who pulled the plug had it put back in so he could step up to the mic and say "Thanks to the White Stripes, the Counting Crows will be playing at blah blah blah venue blah blah," amid a chorus of boo's. I understand that the show was blocking a street and it needed to end, but let him finish the song. Lordy. As Sheryl and I walked away, I debated whether I should head home or to the bus and try to talk to them. I knew I would have nothing to say, probably make a fool out of myself, but I couldn't stay away. So we decided I would go down there. I waited for about 15 minutes before Jack and Meg walked out. Meg came up to me quickly, and though I had a pad, I quickly changed my mind to my "too clean" Converse. She stooped down to sign it, giggling a little, and that was it. I thanked her, and then tried to find Jack. Things didn't work out in the department. There were a million times that he looked right at me (crammed against the fence for some of the time) and was then distracted by a poster shoved in his face, or a magazine. (I hate that picture! he says to someone who hands him a copy of Spin.) He calls Meg an android. He says the record is coming. He gives hugs to those who ask. He reaches for the book in my hand, and then has a poster shoved in his face again. So many close encounters, but nothing. But it is okay. Jack White, be the father of my children. That is all I ask. And now I will go off to eat lunch, clean up, and head out to class. --- When they came out, Jack looked at the crowd and said, "I want to thank you all for coming out here this afternoon. Meg says she is very happy. I had breakfast with her. I had breakfast with Meg White.. and she told me she was very happy." Meg stayed outside signing autographs for about 10 minutes after Jack went on the bus. She was practically dragged back; she stayed out and made sure everybody got their hugs, pictures, etc. She waved and quietly said "Thank you," as she left. I have never seen anyone play the guitar as well as Jack White. I'm not saying he's the greatest guitar player ever - but I have never been witness to someone playing the guitar as amazingly as Jackie.
Vyolet80: she's seems really nice
This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Thursday, October 3, 2002; 12:41 a.m..
I had the compulsion to call my dad today. Am I regressing? After my morning of crankiness, I headed out to shop a bit. Bought some Converse and a t-shirt. I've needed a new pair of converse for like three years - it's about damned time. They look so strange being brand new. I put in two different laces - one leopard print, and one black with silver stars. I've decided that Jacques Brautbar only shops in the location section of Urban Outfitters. "Texas is for lovers." "Getting Lucky in Kentucky." Etc. Anyways, my shirt is blue. Says something about a rodeo in Wyoming. It's cute. Then I headed over to the Virgin Megastore. Perused the store until I found just what I was looking for - OKGO's self-titled album. Mmm. If you have yet to become an okho, you need to. Go, now. Download, purchase, listen to your favorite cd and pretend it's them. Just do it. Ok? Go! *rounds up the bad joke police*
Take the test, by Emily. Went food shopping today. Woo. I composed a little ditty for Basic Musicianship that's not due until Thursday. But hey, I rock and roll, you know. I guess that's about all I had to say. How uneventful. The Realistics at Pianos on October 24. Woo! This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, September 30, 2002; 08:08 p.m..
I want to talk to someone, but everyone is away. No one is online. No one is answering their phones. I'm practically the only person in the apartment. I should get off my fat, lazy ass and go exercise. But then I have to shave first. I used my tweezer razor like 2 weeks ago, and there's some random hair going on. So I need to redo it. I'm sure that everyone wanted to read about the state of the hair on my legs. Now that's a compelling entry. Everyone's been reminding me that it's my sister's birthday today. I've lived with her for 18 years, and I'm going to forget her birthday? I can live in a big city all by my lonesome, but I can't remember my sister's birthday? Pssh. For their information, I sent her a card, and I've been trying to call all morning. And one of the people was an aunt who didn't bother calling my mom on her birthday. Whatev. I get too stressed out when I'm sick. It's ridiculous. So much to do today - I need to get dressed, get some toilet paper, and sign up for the practice rooms for tonight, tomorrow, and Tuesday. I have some Economics (I thought it would be more, but it's only 6 problems), and I don't know if there's a math quiz tomorrow. That kind of scares me. I don't want some random quiz pulled out for me to have to do. I can find out in class tomorrow and do a few practice problems in the library or something I guess. I need to go shopping today. Get some stuff so I can start bringing my lunch when I work on Thurs and Fri. Anyways - I went to Queens this weekend. PG and his army friend brought me back last night at 12:30 - he was going out to Webster Hall, so I tagged along since it's a block away. I could get in to how they blasted Avril Lavigne and Linkin Park the whole way and I wanted to tear my ears off of my head, but I won't. I spent the weekend mostly watching movies (A Goofy Movie, An Extremely Goofy Movie and Recess: School's Out) and playing Play Station with Crystal. There's something about going to Queens that definately brings out the kid in me. Crystal read me her entire diary from 1999 - we had a fun time laughing about it all. It reminded me of the entries I wrote in 7th grade as well. Playing "FLAMES" in the margins, writing "he's hott," etc., etc. Well, I'm going to go eat some breakfast and do all the things that I have to do. Bleh. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, September 30, 2002; 12:03 a.m..
Listening to Ozma. Natalie Portman. You know you like it. The rain is coming down in droves. Make it stop. My eyes are red. My nose is stuffed. My stomach is cramped. Sickness? Sucks. If this had been last week, me and Alex Greenwald would have made a damned sexay diseased pair. Rarr. Today was my first day of work. CRAZYYY. Kim. In the workforce. I headed out to BK and into the wonderful school that I will now call "the job environment." The teacher seemed confused and a little rude. The kids liked me with no introduction. I'm the big kid. One thought I was married because of my ring. They all took guesses at my age, grade, and how much I knew about the math they were doing. I go back tomorrow. I left my folder in the computer lab - hope it made its way to some lost and found or something. If not, I need to go to the office tomorrow and get all new forms. Bleh. Not too much of an inconvenience, it just means I have to turn them in later than sooner. We still have time. Writing the Essay today. Burke looked at me. I gave him a, "what the hell is wes (the prof) talking about?" look. Progress? I'd like to say so. I mean, me with my red eyes and my sniffles, that's hot. He wanted me, I can tell. Oh man. Where's that sarcasm font when you need it? Watched Friend's and ate cookies with the girls today. Quality time with the roomies. Ha. Time for ER. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Thursday, September 26, 2002; 10:07 p.m..
This has been my craziest week since arrival in New York City. The two PP shows, then my aunt's wedding, and last night was the Realistics with Boston Sam. Friday night I took the train out to Ronkonkoma to spend the night at my aunt's. I finished reading my book - Shopgirl by Steve Martin. There were so many loose ends that were never tied together, but it was still pretty good. Good, yet mediocre. Steve Martin is one of my favorites, so I guess I was expecting something wonderful. Oh well. Saturday was the wedding. I was dressed to the nines (where did that expression come from, anyways?) in my prom gear, and I was actually pleased with my appearance for a bit - something that I haven't really been feeling lately. I was losing weight, and I still am, but yet I just feel as if my stomach is getting larger. I need to start going to the gym. The one at Palladium opens next weekend. WOOHOO! Anyways, back to the wedding. To my surprise, my cousin Tina was there. She kept asking me how I was doing. She knew - before I even did, that this would be difficult for me. My Aunt looked so beautiful. The ceremony was great. They were so happy. Every now and then, one would start to shake the other, a huge smile would pop out, a giggle, or a tear that would be wiped off their faces with the other's fingers. After it was over, we blew bubbles as they walked back down the white carpet. I like Lou a lot. He's a really, really good guy, and I'm so glad that him and my aunt now have each other. He'll treat her right. The reception began, and as everybody danced, became a bit looser, I suddenly became enveloped in this horrible sadness. This is one of those events that - no matter how badly he felt - my father would've came to NY for. He would've been dancing, yelling, hugging everyone, welcoming Lou to the family - probably even walking my Aunt down the aisle. And he wasn't. He wasn't there. It's been two years, and after the long stretch of "I'm okay with it," I've suddenly been thrust back into a realm of depression. Here I am, in college. My father should be around. He should be calling me up to check in on me, make sure I'm on the right track, coming to NY to kick my ass if I'm not. But he's not. And it's been in the back of my mind everywhere I go lately. Tina finally brought him up instead of subtley asking "how I'm doing" for the 93984th time. I began to cry, and she brought me outside to talk. Tina and Lori both lost their father when they were 17. Lori came out because she saw, and we all had a hug, a few tears, and I don't know.. it was just really difficult. And this is becoming increasingly hard to continue typing about.. so moving on. Monday evening Sam came from Boston to go see the Realistics. She had never been to New York, and I felt like I should be taking her out and showing her the sights, something I couldn't really do with the timing and workload I presently have. We headed out to the Bowery (big thanks to Alex, btw) and watched the show. I heard someone say they were talking to Carson Daly downstairs - hilarity - but I never saw him. Thankfully I think. Met some hilarious girls. Watched the Realistics rock out. I was impressed by the show. I was impressed by how much Dennis looks like Albert of the Strokes. They played the two songs I knew by them, woo. Haha. After the show, Sam went to talk to the guys, who were all VERY nice, talking to me about my Clash shirt, giving firm handshakes, and just generally, to repeat myself, being really nice. I could go to a party and be introduced to someone's friend, and they would probably not match the niceness of these boys. So rock on, Realistics. Keep the niceness alive. Today was spent in class, and then eating lunch at Rubin with Sheryl and Sam. Thank the Lord for my declining dollars. Ha. I saw Sheryl's pictures from the various PP East Coast shows, which were all either hilariously funny or hot stuff, and then Sam had to hop into a cab and Sheryl had to get to class. I headed to my nap and then off to Writing the Essay. Went over some stuff, walked to Rubin with Amanda, who says we should do something this weekend. Could it be that I have a New York friend? That I made without being introduced to them or thrown into a room and forced to live with them? Rock on, party people. And now I am off, to watch the last 15 minutes of Buffy. Oops. I forgot. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, September 24, 2002; 09:07 p.m..
Okay. Here we go. Be forewarned that this will be the longest thing ever. But not really. It will be long. After having Writing the Essay in the park (and after I read my essay aloud to the whole class and wasn't burned at the stake) I headed out to U Hall. Got a call from Alex shortly after dinner saying she would be there soon. I rushed to get dressed, and then ended up changing about 923984 times. It's still cool because I was ready before Gretch arrived. Took the L, took a long walk, and then there we were at the Warsaw. The most Polish club on Earth. Ha. I (eek!) cut in line to be with the JbFC and Sheryl's various other friends who, crazily enough, weren't first in line even though they had been there since about 3. We headed into the club. Alex, Sheryl, Sheryl's roommate, and I went up to Darren "D Money" Robinson, and he proceeded to not say a word to me. Although, I said nothing, and Sheryl dominated the conversation. Anytime he would open his mouth and look in my direction, Sheryl would jump in again. I kicked him in the ass. Fran showed up and asked me if I was me, and since I am in fact me, .. I'll just stop that there. I introduced her to Darren not knowing that he was her favorite. I pulled him across the room by his arm, and then noticed he had been talking to a girl. I ran into her later at the bathroom and apologized, cause that's pretty rude of me. She said it was cool.
me: This is my friend Fran.
And he put his arm around her. I had new semi-affection for Darren. Sheryl ran up and threw his hoodie over his head, and I pulled it back down for him. Aww, see sometimes I am nice to D. He walked off, and I went back to the JbFC corner. Met some more of the JbFCers. All really nice girls, but it was a little overwhelming. Julia and Lynne showed up (their flight had been delayed) and they gave bracelets all around. Mine say "JBFC Represent" and "ATWGOTI." The Damnwells were okay. I asked Michelle (or m1 in the jbfc circle) how they were because I had gone to the bathroom, and she said, "Eh, you didn't miss much," pretty loudly right as they stopped the song. Oops. Superdrag came out and was amazing, per usual. This time they did in fact play "Keep it Close to Me," making it a sing along of sorts, and see me and three of the people behind me were the only ones singing REALLY loudly, he placed the mic near us (we were 3 or 4 people back, so its hard to get it right in our faces). Jon rocked hard right in front of the JbFC gals, and then right after the song, said the following amazing statment. "I'm seriously considering joing the Jacques Brautbar Fan Club." Sam looked over and said, "Are they still here?" We all cheered so loudly. I mean, fucking SUPERDRAG. Giving us shout outs. Not even PP does shout outs. One of them made a comment: "no, no, no, maybe it'll be the Darren Robinson fan club." We all just gave him jokingly dirty looks. It was the craziest thing ever. They closed with "rockets," as they had done on Tuesday. It was all so wonderful. Oh, Superdrag. Phantom Planet came out. Played pretty much the same set as they had on Tuesday. The rock was still there in full force. When Jacques was prepping us all for "The Happy Ending," Alex stopped him and said, "Do you want to hear the song that's available on our website or a new NEW song?" Jacques looked over and mumbled "what song?" It was pretty funny. The song ended up being "Just a Scratch." From what I've heard ("happy ending" "badd business" (god damn do i love that song) and now "just a scratch" the new stuff is awesome). They messed up the segue from "Badd Business" to "California," chose "Recently Distressed," for the Is Missing song of the eve, and for "Nobody's Fault," the guys all turned around to look at Jason who had a, "oh, i'm doing this again?" look on his face before jumping and shouting, "EVERYTHING IS OKAY, EVERYTHING IS FINE." Then, the unbelievable of the unbelievable. "We'd like to feature our own Jason Schwartzman on this song." Oh they did. They busted out "El Scorcho." Complete with Jason gargling into the mic. Sam sang a verse. Jacques sang a verse. Jason sang a verse. I rocked out. I freaked out. It was a psycho moment for the Kim. For once, "All Over Again," was not the highlight of the evening. El freaking Scorcho. So. It was meet and greet time. The tickets for the meet and greet? Same ones they used last night. Being the crafty bitch that I am, I had carried mine along just in case. I went through the line, Sheryl called out to m1, who was with Alex, Fran, and I. Then I started dancing for Sheryl, m2, Angela, etc. Since I was dancing as I approached Jacques, I continued dancing down the line. I got a very firm handshake from Jb, Darren and I gave each other dirty looks, and didn't really say anything beyond the arching eyebrows. Hopped on over to Alex who, "couldn't speak due to laryngitis." And yet, he opened his mouth and said, "Are you okay?" "Um.. yeah." Well.. the hopping.. one foot. Did you hurt it?" "Oh! No, I can hop on the other foot if you want." I switched feet, and then Alexander Greenwald started hopping with me. If that's not sexy, I don't know what is. Ha. Hopped on over to Sam and Jason. "I have stuff for you to sign!" Dispersed the pictures and handed them the wrong ones. Oops. "Ahh you fucked it up," Jason says. They switch. Jason says that he is a fiiiine man. Security says, "Dude, who took that shot? You are so handsome." Alex walks up and asks Sam to sign his ass (the only picture of him she had) Jason shouts "OH!" and we all laugh. He tells us women to have a fiiine evening and extends his hand to me for a high five. Fran, Alex, and I walk away. Boy was that good. ah. But that is only the beginning. We exited, Frannie left, and a scary man started talking to Alex and I. I thought he was going to maim us, and I have never in my life been happier to see the JbFC. We ran over to them. Talked to Jacques a bit, I took a picture with him. I was feeling his hip, thinking, "there is not really anything here. Jacks is the skinniest man alive." I stopped when I realized that he probably thought I was trying to feel on him. We sang a bunch of songs in a little circle and Jacques wandered off to chat with some others. He went on to the bus and Darren came out, acting like he was trying to run away from us. Sheryl, Angela, and D had a mock fight. I believe pictures were taken. He went on to the bus as well, and we decided to make our exit. Of course, then Jason had to walk out. He thoroughly enjoyed having about 10 gals to chat with, dubbing us his "harem." Jason proceeded to talk to us for about an hour, only stopping when the bus was turned on and he had to leave. He told us stories about everything - meeting Weezer, running away when he heard Brian Wilson was in the venue he was playing at out of fear that he might meet him and make a fool of himself. The first conversation he had with John Davis - he has every word memorized. Jason Schwartzman is the most real quasi-celebrity on the planet. Alex came out with Pete and rushed across as Darren had, but then stopped to talk. Jason walked through the circle up to Alex and told us to "leave the poor kid alone," even though Alex had been the one to stop. Alex ended up staying out and chatting (well, listening) a bit, Jason mentioned they were filming another MTV2 special the next morning. Kate, Sheryl's roommate, told Alex how happy she was that they had played "California" since she's been homesick. He extended his hand for a shake, and we aww'ed. Alex looked at us (particularly at me. I swear that there were a few times during the shows that I felt him looking at me, and during the evenings. But whatever. It's all in my head, I'm sure.) opened his mouth and said, "Awww." It was adorable. And sexy. Jason said something about, "Oh I understand, you were all just using me for the lead singer," so I ran around the circle and gave him a hug. Then, after Alex left, Sheryl and the gang came up and said "He told us to mug you." So I stole the bag out of his hand, only to give it back 10 minutes later. "Thanks for holding it for me." Wes Anderson had apparently been at the show. They went out to dinner and a movie (24 Hour Party People) on Monday, which just puts the most adorable mental picture ever in my mind. Jason left, asking if we would all be there tomorrow. The consensus was "yes," but I ended up going up to him, and I was going to give this whole little speech, but all I said was "I'm not going to be there tomorrow," before he opened his arms up for a hug. And the Jason lovin' was mine. As we walked off, Sam and his posse rounded the corner. He walked up to Sheryl and hugged her, and then said "I'll see you all tomorrow?" I walked up to him as well and said, "I won't be there tomorrow, so I just wanted to say have a good show," and extended my hand. He gave me the double handshake (when someone shakes your hand, placing their other hand on top) and said "Cheers." We left. I got about 4 hours of sleep, and I am a gigantic zombie today. Oh well.
"Hello, Pete. You are one sexy motherfucker!"-the JbFC girls and Jason
"If any of you are lactose intolerant, you'd better leave now because I am a cheese ball."-Jason Schwartzman This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, September 24, 2002; 09:02 p.m..
Last word you said: umm "what was number 3?" present
What's in your CD player: I am currently listening to Superdrag - In the Valley of Dying Stars future
Where do you want to go: swimming Later on I will write about last night's Phantom Planet/Superdrag show. All I will say about it right now is: Holy shit. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, September 20, 2002; 11:55 a.m..
So here we go. Another Phantom Planet show. This time included with the wonderful surprise of OKGo and Superdrag performing as well. This is going to be very.. I dunno. fragmented. Otherwise it will take forever. Got there at about 7. Stood around with the JBFC gals and Alex (who had been there since like 4). Jacques danced behind the doors of Irving Plaza. Alex and Jb or Darren.. I don't remember anymore walked into the ladies room. The security guard asked me if I had a gun. I said, "not this time." OKGo came out and rocked us all. Damian climbed around on things. They've been on tour with PP too long. They've definately changed their performance since opening for the Vines. Then again, the Engine Room has a REALLY little stage. Sam came out and played bass with them on a song. He wore an OKGo shirt. All of OKGo (including the roadie) wore Phantom Planet shirts. Phantom Planet have a way of becoming best friends with every band they tour with. Superdrag also came out and rocked. They've changed their show since I saw them last as well (aug '01). They have long hair. They dance. It's cute. It rocks. I love them. I wish they had played "Keep it Close to Me." Maybe in Brooklyn. Phantom Planet came out. Rocked the house. Played good music. Platonic boy love. Jason was wearing a shirt with drawn on sunglasses over the collar. I guess the ties got old. Held a lamp over Sam's head. A guy stagedived directly into my arms. I held him and gave him a weird look. He thanked me for not letting him fall on his head. Alex was sexy. Sam was sexy. Jason said "everything is okay, everything is fine." OKGo came out and played "Pump it Up" (elvis costello) with the guys. Cute. Alex, Sam, and Jason drummed. Alex climbed over the balcony and they leaned over the edge. I thought he was going to jump off into the crowd and kill himself. At the end of the show, Jason looked confused. "Is that it?" he mouthed to Darren. Then Darren and him had some sort of beat playing thing. Jason went crazy on the drums. Darren mouthed "you rock" to Jas. He does. Meet and greet. Rather then get thrown out onto the streets and stand around until the gals came out, I tried to pretend I was still in the fan club. Suzanne has me memorized. She tells me I am expired. I pay $10 for the cd. I want to cry. I am too broke for this. Too too broke. I only end up talking to Alex, Sam, and Darren. Alex tells me buying the cd was extortion. I just look at him. Then I look at Sam. Sam smiles. They are ridiculously attractive to me - particularly Sam with the Elvis glasses that the gals bought Jason on his head. ("My masterpiece." alex says as he places them on Sam's head) Darren calls me "MxPxFerris." I give him a look. He says, "Kim." I say, "darren." We talk for all of 30 seconds. He disses me by simply saying bye and offering no D love. I stick out my hand and give him a dirty look. He thuggishly shakes my hand. It could be because he was with a girl. But a simple "Friend of a friend" would take away the awkwardness. I take a picture of him, Alexandra, and Sheryl with him wearing the doo rag they gave him. I feel ridiculously out of place. Definately don't feel right around the JBFC. We'll see how BK goes. I want my Jas lovin'. Go into the bar next door with some girls who borrowed my pen. Jason is in there with Ryan Gentles (aka the wiz kid aka the strokes manager whom I love), Ryan Adams, and Kilmore from Incubus. I heard Kirsten Dunst, Claire Danes, and Ben Lee has also been at the show, but I never saw them. They could've been in the bar. I leave. I come home. I lay in bed. Awakened at 3 by Jennifer who went to a party thrown by Joey Fatone, then one thrown by Tyson Beckford. She vows to bring me to the next ones. Me. At a model's party. Ha. Ha. Ha. That will definately be interesting whenever it happens. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, September 18, 2002; 07:33 p.m..
Holy Hell. My day was CRAZY. Woke up. Went to class. Algebra and Calc. Was bored. Completely. Ate lunch by myself in Weinstein. Just as I was thinking that the world is afraid to sit near me, a guy asks if the seat across from me is taken, and sits down. Awww. Thank you, random guy, you could've made my day, had something not happened hours later. ;) Came home. Napped. Went to the Alg and Calc recitation. Took a quiz. Completely blanked out. Failed quiz severely. Might as well have not taken quiz. Headed to the Bookstore for some staff paper. Ran into Alex and Sheryl. Weird. Headed to Economics. Talked to Rebecca about how we both did bad on the math quiz. Went with Mehak to pick up her first pair of glasses. Aww. Ate dinner. Practiced some piano. Headed out to the movies to see Deuces Wild by my lonesome. Walked past Wes Anderson and Jason Schwartzman. SAY WHAT? That's right. Yours truly was talking to her poor sick sister on her cell phone when she noticed a tall man with crazy spiky hair. "Hey, that guy looks a lot like Wes Anderson. I think it might be Wes Anderson. AHH JASON?! That means that IS WES ANDERSON." I calmly walked past until whispering (quite loudly) to my sister, who had been clueless this entire time "Oh. My. God. I just walked past WES FREAKING ANDERSON and Jason Schwartzman." Then I proceeded to call everyone I know that would know who he is. Those that didn't pick up got exciting voicemail messages. Watched Deuces Wild. I had wanted to see it for a long, long time, but had heard bad things about it. In my opinion, it was pretty damned cheesy, and yet good. I didn't realize how into it I was until I started crying. Frankie Muniz is such a cute little kid. Oh wait, he's like a year younger than me. How does that make any sense? What a world we live in. Anyways - see it if you're like me and love gangster/mobster movies - particularly those with Stephen Dorff, James Franco, and Johnny Knoxville in them. Don't pay attention to the bad hair. That's all I have to say. Tomorrow = Phantom Planet at Irving Plaza. Ahhh, here it goes. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, September 17, 2002; 01:22 a.m..
Jimmy Fallon, you rock. That's why we have a picture of you on our fridge. Ha.
I call it in the air, nothing but nothing! Tomorrow night I'm going to go see Deuces Wild - it's one NYU's fall film series movies. About damned time. Although it brings up the bitter memory of everyone I know going to see this movie with the knowledge that I wanted to see it, and not bringing me. Then I am less homesick. Ha. Most of the people I know that saw it didn't like it. But I'm such a gangsta movie freak. And there are some badass people in it. I burnt the hell out of my hand today. The dining hall was like -2939 degrees, so I went to get some soup, which I ended up spilling onto my hand. It hurt for awhile, but the damage is pretty much over. I have a mark on my right index finger though. Ouch. I was going to go to "Broadway on Broadway" this morning, but I woke up dead tired, so I ended up just sleeping until 1. I'm going to sign up to be an usher for Cabaret I think. I was also told that if you go to the box office right before a show, and it's not sold out, they give tickets away for free. I'm going to try that one weeknight or something for a play that seems not sold out. They also have those donation options, where you go and pay like $25 the day of and they'll give you a seat. I might try that, too. There are so many plays I want to see. So many. Sigh. My cousin Kelly called me today, we're going to do lunch sometime. Yay. Today is P.G.'s birthday (another cousin). He's in the army; he's going to Iraq in January. It makes me nervous. I don't want to go to war. No war. No cousin of mine needs to go to war. I think some of the Democratic NYC is rubbing off on me. Haha. There's a dream in my brain that just won't go away. It's been stuck there since it came a few nights ago. And I'm standing on a bridge in the town where I lived as a kid with my mom and my brothers. And then the bridge disappears and I'm standing on air with nothing holding me. And I hang like a star, fucking glow in the dark, for the startling eyes to see, like the ones we've wished on, and now I'm confused. Is this death really you? Do these dreams have any meaning? No, no, I think it's more like a ghost that's been following us both. Something vague that we're not seeing. Something more like a feeling. - bright eyes, "something vague" This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, September 15, 2002; 09:43 p.m..
I downloaded Jason Schwartzman's song from Slackers. Cracks me up. Sweetness can rot your teeth. A bitter sweet cacophony. But you hold the key, you hold the key to my little locked room. Please let. me. out. soon. I luh you. Anyways.. it's Friday. I'm done with classes for the week. Whew. This morning was spent in Basic Musicianship. I love that class. The highlight of today? We all stood up (about 100 of us) and conducted. To Jamiroquai's "Virtual Insanity." Which I am currently downloading. I forgot about that song. It's fun. Jon (the prof) was talking about the different "conductor faces." When explaining a "pain face" he started doing his Robert DeNiro impression. Conducting and saying, "You son of a bitch." It was dead on. By the end of the 4 minutes or so, we had a pretty good conducting groove going on. It was fun. I'm debating whether to check out a Roman Coppola signing (come on, who goes to a Roman Coppola signing? Just to find out that answer is good enough for me), take a nap, or go to Brooklyn. I will probably nap and head out to BK. I need to meet with my America Reads teacher. That's right, Kim has a job. Woo. Hoo. !!. It's weird. Ben Kweller lives in Brooklyn. BK lives in BK. Sorry.. that thought just came into my mind. Do you think he ever eats at Burger King? A Burger King in Brooklyn? My first full week of college classes is over. Ahh. Feels good. Is it weird that Kelly Clarkson won American Idol and when you do an mp3 search you find like 9834 times more Justin mp3s? Friday night in NYC. Am I going to do anything? Probably not. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, September 13, 2002; 11:34 a.m..
hello. i am here. about to crash. didn't do all of my homework. it was a long day. sad. very windy. i think i am going to see bright eyes on 9/20. and the moldy peaches on 11/1. and then bright eyes again on 11/2. mmm bright eyes and the desaparecidos. saddle creek showcase. how nice. phantom planet next tuesday and thursday. i'm not as excited as i once was. we will see how it all works out. shrug. only two classes tomorrow. and one of them includes the guy who will forever be known as my first college crush. good day. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Thursday, September 12, 2002; 01:14 a.m..
I fear tomorrow. But it will be okay. Tomorrow could be a mess. Or it could be a normal, annoying Wednesday. I was going to go to a vigil in Washington Square Park tomorrow morning. I'm debating it now. I will see what I do in the morning. Maybe I will simply have my moment of silence in my living room before heading out to class. Or if I am walking to class, I will stop walking and say a little prayer (class starts at 9am). Security is so high. It's crazy. I have a keyboarding quiz tomorrow. I have marks on my figures from pounding the piano. It felt so good to just sit there with a piano and play chords. Wow. "Thank you, stranger, for your therapeutic smile.
This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, September 11, 2002; 12:07 a.m..
 Take the What Kind of Chinese Food Are You? test! I have turned into such a Ben Kweller and Bright Eyes whore. It's all I download now. Atleast it's good music.. it can cover up the fact that I have Justin Timberlake's "Like I Love You," downloaded as well. I wrote my first college paper last night. How intriguing. Bleh. So much homework, but yet when I actually sat down and did it all, it wasn't as overwhelming as I made it out to be. Wednesday is the WNYU recruitment meeting. I'm going to hit the place with a girl from my Writing the Essay class, Amanda. Saturday was fun. I went out with Alex, Sheryl (aka the JBFC president.. don't knock it 'til you try it, hobos), and her friend Kate from Boston. We decided to head out to Teany's (or TeaNY's - Moby's little restaurant in a shady part o' town) which was filled up and left us with nowhere to sit. I used the restroom, which was pretty, yellow, and had a sign that read "Employees must wash hands or they will be flogged." To which someone responded, "How is that motivation?" and there was a little piece of chalk, to which I almost left my own "Hi, Moby!" message on the board, but restrained myself. We left and headed out to Alex's infamous El Cantinero, where we dined and laughed hysterically. We will all be in hell one day laughing and dissing Phantom Planet. We love them, we love to make fun of them. It just works out that way. Sunday was the trip to the Met with my Writing the Essay class. They all seem like good kids - I will enjoy that class, even if I hate the work. It's about 15 of us, (including Burke, my little college crush) so it's really close and if we keep having these group assignments, we'll inevitably grow to love or hate each other. :) I bought the Spin magazine with the White Stripes on the cover. I love them. I want their babies. Or atleast, I want to babysit their babies. Not that they will have any babies.. but you know. The rest of the magazine is full of almost every other band I love, including the new obsession Bright Eyes. Oh, Conor Oberst. I'm going to make myself a sandwich before heading out to the Economics recitation to see if I actually do need to go every week. Bleh. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, September 10, 2002; 12:17 p.m..
 Which Golden Girl Are You? Feeling all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dying. Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you crying? No matter some of the lyrics to that song.. it can just never be perceived as sad. It's too danceable. So, my first three days of college are over and done with. Wednesday was keyboarding for beginners. I was the only true beginner in the clas of 8. Sigh. Next I had Algebra and Calc with Applications to Business and Economics. I ran up 5 flights of stairs, and promptly went into the wrong classroom. I didn't notice until the professor passed out 3 packets on Economics. I escaped the room as quickly and quietly as possible and headed next door. The class went okay, I know it'll be difficult for me as math always is. Then was the collegium/program seminar, which was.. boring. Economics was fun. My professor is Italian, he has a very thick accent, and when he writes speedily, thing's get messed up. For example, "How econists study the word" instead of "economists" and "World." Mehak (my roommate) is in the class, too, as well as her friend Neesha, so it made for the best class of the day. Thursday was spent in Basic Musicianship and Writing the Essay. Basic Musicianship seems like it will be pretty easy, and the professor is so laid back (first name basis, etc.) that it'll be fun. Works out well since it's a 9:30 class. Yuck. Writing the Essay is going to be annoying, but the teacher, Wes, is a really neat guy. Friday was another basic musicianship day.. We have some really easy homework assignments; I need to run down to a music store and get some staff paper, but other than that, it'll take me about 5 minutes to do. I had a 3 hour orientation for America Reads, and for some reason, the leader, a guy named Bill, reminded me of a chubby, American Jude Law. I had some good internal laughing about that one. I came home and had a break down of sorts because I really just have not met one person (aside from the suitemates). I know that it's going to take time to meet people, but it doesn't make my loneliness go away. I am on a high emotional pedestal, and therefore can be quite bitchy at times. Sigh. I guess I'd better attempt my Calc homework. Sans graphing calculator. Eek! This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Saturday, September 7, 2002; 03:40 p.m..
It would take far too long to go over everything that happened last night, and therefore I won't. However, I will list out all the crazy, interesting things that happened. The show was hilarious. I love Jimmy Fallon. The opener - so funny. We sat down, I in one of Carson Daly's guest seats, Alex in Missy Elliot's seat. As we waited for the show to start, and I looked around to see who was near me (heath ledger, nelly, the st lunatics, john mayer, etc) Gideon sat down a seat away from me in Carson's seat. I had a nervous breakdown. I am such a psycho. I started laughing hysterically, and then there were tears, and then I calmed myself down, and was good for the rest of the evening. Gideon seems cooler than I could have ever expected him to be. Cheering loudly for Bruce Springsteen, giving a slap handshake to Justin Timberlake, and just behaving like a nice, down-to-earth guy. Carson arrived, so Gideon had to move for Carson's posse, and I moved over to Tweet's seat, right behind Heath Ledger. James Brown came out, we all gave him a standing ovation, and Heath turned around and checked. me. out. Seriously. I kid you not. Then, until the time Missy and Tweet came to claim their seats, he turned around every once and awhile, looking at me and Alex. At one point, he opened his mouth as if to say something, and just turned back around. Oh Heath Ledger. I officially lovah you. He went to get a beer for him and Shannon Sossyman (however you spell it) after the St Lunatics started smoking in his face, mumbling "I've got to get out of here." Enrique Iglesias was so embarrassed by Jimmy's version of "hero," and was burying his head deeper and deeper into Anna Kournikova. Brandy's ass was not fully covered by her dress. J Lo is beautiful. John Mayer? Too sexy to write about. Carson Daly? Very chubby. Lots of make-up. But not more than John Norris, who looked very fruity. Michael Jackson? I felt out of place when he stepped on stage. So scary. Yet who can't deny his rockin' the 80s? Missy and Tweet came, so Alex and I moved, were separated, and I ended up back in the seatfillers area. I went to the bathroom during the Ja Rule/Ashanti/Nas performance, and saw Heath in the lobby again. He gave me a look, as some girls were talking to him about how his hair was gone. I finally got back down to a good seat (after Johnny Knoxville, Steve-O, and Bam Margera; after Dashboard won, and the Strokes lost) and watched Shakira's performance from her guest's seat - right next to Kylie Minogue who is about the size of my arm. Shakira's performance was great, I thought. So cute. Before I sat down, I walked past Gideon (who's elbow hit mine. Sigh.) then the Strokes (some more elbow hitting) and then Justin Guarini (another elbow). It was my crazy fantasy line. Wonderful. By the way, if you catch a repeat, when Avril Lavigne (unfortunately) won Best New Artist, as she walks up the aisles, if you look to the right, next to a black man with a vertical striped purple and other colors shirt, there's me sitting next to Kylie, who laughed when Avril shouted. Eminem's performance made me happy. He had to ruin all of this later, by acting 12, but at that point, I was shouting like a little girl. Kylie left soon after that, so I moved to her seat knowing Shakira would be back soon, and realized I was sitting with NSync. It was Justin, his mom, JC, Joey's girlfriend (who is really, monstrously ugly, I'm sorry), Joey, Chris, a friend, and then me. The TLC tribute was very moving, I almost cried. Then was P. Diddy's performance. Usher can MOVE. It was awesome. Busta came out of the pit, and Chris shouted, "AHHHHH NAWWWWW" and jumped up. I figured that if NSync could stand up and dance, so could I, and we jammed. The best performance of the night. Shakira lost best female, and Mary J. Blige (who seemed amazing and nice) gave her a hug. The NSync boys did not clap for Britney, although Joey danced along. Justin got up and waved goodbye with an "eek!" face to the NSync boys, and soon after I was kicked out of my seat and moved once again to the holding area. Rudy Giuliani came out, I was happy, and Sheryl Crow performed. It was nice, but kind of boring - mainly because I couldn't really see. I moved around a bit more, Durrell from Road Rules said he was going to lay down on me and the gal sitting next to me since we keep taking his seat, but then I was taken out of the seat by an MTV crew person (poor Durrell and his seat being continuously taken), so I was not attacked by Durrell. Kara and Aneesa from RW Chicago were right behind me, they were really nice and cool. The Hives and The Vines came out and jammed like the crazy jammers that they are (I saw the Hives like every where I went all night), and then the drama began. Moby + Triumph the Insult Comic Dog = Eminem turns 4. I booed from my seat at his Moby comments, especially since Moby was being so good humored about the whole thing. He left soon after, and I took his seat. The show ended with a giddy Jimmy Fallon and Guns N Roses (ok, just Axl and some scary people) who rocked the house, despite the fact that Axl is NOT aging gracefully, and I watched Chris Booker dance and John Mayer move his head at a fast speed. Some other tidbits - I couldn't take my eyes off of the White Stripes. So cute. So amazing. So .. wow. When Eminem won video of the year, Aneesa was behind me again (she moved alllll over the place), and she shouted, "I don't care if I'm gay, he's one fiiine ass motherfucker!" I didn't see Kurt Loder all night. But I did see Joel Levy who I love. And that's that. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, August 30, 2002; 10:40 p.m..
Wow. So much has happened today. It's 1:44 am, and I'm tired, eating some orange chicken, so this will be short. I kind of feel like the odd person out sometimes in the dorm; I dunno, it's not bad, I'm just not open right off the bat. So once we all get a little bit more comfortable, I'm sure things will be just fine. Today I went to Queens to pick up my cell phone. I now have a cell phone, woohoo! Titi Peggy was nice enough to buy me lunch, some diet coke, dish detergent, and get my eyebrows fixed. Came back from Queens and went shopping. First I hit up Urban Outfitters, where the dressing room attendant mentioned all the celebs that had been in the store lately. I walked out to see Natalie Portman browsing through some clothing, decked out in clothes that were in the store. I went over to a corner to figure out how to check the message I had on my cell phone, and she followed on a cell. Then I moved, and she looked at a book right next to me. It was pretty funny. After I left, I called Alex to tell her that she wasn't as pretty as everyone made her out to be, and who passes me up on the sidewalk? It was kind of creepy, and I feel bad that she may have heard me, so I paused before continuing the story. Went to another store - Eclipse - and bought a peasant-y skirt and black duster/coat thing. And there you have my outfit for the VMA's. That's right, your's truly is a seat filler at the MTV Music Awards on Thursday night. Went to Alex's to check out her lovely apartment in the boondocks and confer over outfits. We ended up watching a bit o' the tele, and that's about it. I came home, and instead of hitting up the floor party, I showered and talked to Mehak (roomie) who told me that Mandy Moore lived in my building. Oh the craziness. Out of boredom I found myself searching the building for a single with the name "mandy" or "amanda" on the door, but I gave up and got bored on the 10th floor. Went back down, we chatted a bit, Jennifer had a good night going out with her sister's best friend, and then some drunk guys came to the room ringing the doorbell and talking loudly. One of them was kind of cute. Whatev. They asked me if I smoked, told me I needed to get loaded once, blah blah, drunken ramblings. They then ran by, rang the doorbell, and left their gatorade at the doorstep. Jennifer and I went out to tell them to quit, and then came back and here I am. Tomorrow is Recess and a Double Decker bus tour of the city. I'm beat. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, August 28, 2002; 02:09 a.m..
 If you feel low, you can buy love from a payphone. I don't feel low.-the vines, "highly evolved" So, instead of sleeping all day today, I decided to wake up and buy a pair of jeans. Why? Somehow, both of the pairs of jeans I own (yes, I've worked my way down to only owning 2 pairs of jeans. I lose/tear/ruin clothing faster than you blink your eyes.) managed to get some sort of grease stains on them while I was in NYC - not so bad that they've rendered the jeans unwearable, but I needed another pair and this just worked. Off to the Old Navy outlet store I went, and I picked up a pair despite eyeing a skirt, a tank, and some khakis. I still don't know why I didn't buy a pair of flips for 2.99. Ah well. After the Old Navy excursion, I decided to do some price checks at Best Buy. I ended up deciding to buy Highly Evolved (which I would've bought eventually anyways) since it was 9.99, and didn't buy Amelie. I'm going to try and get my sister to buy me The Royal Tenenbaums criterion since it's onsale at the moment. Saturday evening is the Vines, and i'm not quite sure who I'm going with yet. Adam said he'd go with me, but I haven't talked to him in about three weeks. He hasn't been online lately either, or atleast when I've been on. I sent Grant an e-mail; maybe he'll go with me. Shrug. I don't feel like going alone. I'm starting to grow out of being a loner. It's probably a good thing. I'm obsessed with two songs at the moment. Incubus - "Warning" and Lagwagon - "May 16." The Incubus song... perfection. Every note, every word, every .. everything. And don't get me started on the video. The Lagwagon song I love if only for Tony Hawk ProSkater 2. It makes me dance. Shake, shake, shake. This entry is incredibly dull and boring. Yawnie. In conclusion, jeans and the vines are a deadly combination and should not be taken with a side of vodka. Say what? This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, July 24, 2002; 02:30 a.m..
No more waiting on them as you rise inside new rooms. It's offical, you've gone, you can live for no one else. Man, the guilt must be huge. As there's no gain in failure you succeed at being mine. Yeah, old friend, see you there; I will be proud from afar. I can paint a picture in a moment of memories and there aren't many left. I am extradited, uninvited. It's just another Saturday. Take a step to freedom - you and her loathing this cruel world. Take a breath of shelter and exhale. Trust and allegiance. Liberate yourself from hell. It's just another Saturday... Lagwagon - "May 16" I'm home. I ate dinner. I showered. I lounged around in central air conditioning. Ahhh... it was wonderful. Everything's different when you are at home. Yesterday (Sunday) was the big ol' family BBQ. Things were crazy, but I wouldn't have it anyyyyy other way. Hah. We showed up, and things were slow for a bit - Crystal and I calling each other "the outsiders" and roaming around being waitresses. The boys (Jimmy Joe, Mike, Louie, and Lou's friend Richie) went off to play video games and basketball, so we were pretty much the only people around in the 12-18 range. Writing things in anecdotal style is so much easier: story #1: When we got there, Gianni didn't say anything to me. I was too disappointed to go up and reintroduce myself. Later that day he came running up: "KIMBERLY! I didn't even recognize you! How are you?" with that crazy British accent we all know and love. On the ride home, Crystal, Michael, and I were all doing horrible impressions. We want accents. story #2: Crystal and I were so bored we started scoping out the guys. There was "Scottish," (he was Scottish, obviously), "All-American" (the only guy there in the 20-30 age range that was from NY), and "The Bachelor" (another Scot). I was fond of "Scottish" whose name actually was Sven.. but he's Gianni's sister's boyfriend. "All-American," was a bit of a creep as Uncle Lou told us later, and with Crystal constantly staring at him, he left with his girlfriend early on. story #3: they ran out of diet soda early on, and my titi candy was repeatedly trying to get me to drink a beer. or a pina colada that louie made. story #4: Gianni's parents (the reason for this BBQ... their first visit to America [it was also Sven's first visit]) gave me the traditional double kiss. His sister gave me a single kiss, and "Scottish" gave me a wave. Why did I get no Scottish loving? We were staring at the neighbor's baby and saying "Oh he's SO cute! Look, he's smiling!" not realizing Scottish thought we were talking about him, smiling at the same time, and everything. Oy vey. story #5: Uncle Louie nearly killed me when I went to throw out my drink. He turned on the air compressor at the exact second I was next to it, and I ran away screaming while "All-American" just looked at me funny. story #6: After standing in front of the grill for about 10 or 15 minutes, Louie looked at me sneezing and said, "I'm dying over here.. I've got meat inhalation." story #7: At the end of the eve, Louie gave me a kiss in front of his friends, prompting me to (internally) shout "Awwwww Louie's growing up!!!" My younger cousin's and I generally settle for a ghetto handshake followed by a "wut up?" story #8: My Uncle Lou's cousin's grand-daughter was trying desperately to get someone to drown me. She was a demon child. I didn't want to change into a bathing suit, so I lay down on the floaty thing. Half of me was soaked. Anyways, she yelled at Crystal to push me in while her head started spinning and pea soup poured out of her mouth. Then she tried to soak me, and started looking for a bucket to dump water on me. She ran down to get cups as Crystal and another girl quickly helped me off the float. When she returned, Crystal tried to get the cups away from the girl, who threw them all over Crys. We huddled together all wet as "Scottish" looked at us funny. He thought we were crazy Americans. story #9: Uncle Johnny (how would life work without a drunken uncle) sprayed Crystal and I with a water hose. Earlier, he was singing "It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clooothes." story #10: As we drove off, Uncle Louie walked us out. Crystal and I sat in the car shouting, "Byee God daddy! Godfathah, Godfathah! Unky Looooou!" [He's both of our godfathers.] story #11: Kelly and Gianni's "son"? A baby (and quite fat) pit bull named Haggis. He. is. so. adorable. We played with him for most of the day.. so lovable. He shakes his butt when you pet him. Of course, this then prompted a discussion of how "delicious" haggis and blood pudding and other disgusting European foods are. This was all led by Gianni and Sven of course. 'Tis all for now. I'm going to sleep all day tomorrow. Ahhh yeah. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, July 23, 2002; 01:30 a.m..
what movie symbolism are you? find out! I'm not going to be going home for another few days, so I might as well take the time to write things out now. I'm the only person awake - it's 1:45 am. Orientation was a lot of fun. I woke up sort of nervous, and off I went to the lovely Washington Square Park. Even though I didn't get to Weinstein until about 8:20, I was one of the first people there. This meant I went through everything relatively fast, and waited around in my room for my roommate. She was a nice gal, there for child education, and we headed down to breakfast together. They had us seated by major, and so I joined a table full of "music or performing arts" kiddies and just listened to them talk about how great Avril Lavigne was, and wonder if I was at the right school. After breakfast, we listened to speech after speech before splitting off further into groups. The 11 music business kids that were there seemed really fun - I'll look forward to getting to know them later on. We headed down and had our id cards made, and I chatted with some of the boys about John Mayer amidst other things. Then we headed through the park with Katie (who later became my specific orientation leader) and stopped to watch one of the performances - a guy who said he could slice oranges in half with a wooden sword. After grabbing two reluctant (and cute) volunteers, I stepped in, if only to talk to those guys. It turned out to be some sort of crappy throwing lesson, as Jamie supposedly never threw the orange right. Then came lunch, more speeches, and dinner, followed by some skits with the DEB's (drama education brigade). The skits turned out to be funny, what with Jean Luc the dance major, and the white girl we dubbed a "bootylicious" Beyonce. They asked for volunteers, and my roommate went up there and made things a whole lot funnier. She was really cool.. I left before getting an e-mail or something. :/ That evening was the dance/karaoke party at the Violet Cafe. I actually ended up singing Michelle Branch's "All You Wanted," with these two girls Jackie and Grace. Jackie became my buddy for the weekend, as we didn't break into a clique right away, we just kind of wandered around talking to everyone. I went back to the dorm after stopping at a Duane Redde for some Tylenol and a Diet Coke, took a shower, and went straight to sleep. Sheer exhaustion. The next day we just came up with schedules, registered, and did various other things. Jackie, Katie, and I went to the Strand book store before heading to Starbucks with two other orientation leaders (Rachel and Alicia) and another new student. We headed back to get Jackie an id and then I was off to my meeting with Professor Moore. She basically went over my schedule and went over some things in the program. After that I went to my room, packed up my stuff and headed to the closing ceremony - free shirts and a slide show. I headed back to Queens right after, not even looking back at Weinstein (I really just wanted to get back to my family.. don't know why) and that evening went out to the fair again. The fair this year was strange; I had an attitude towards Shane, we watched the magic show almost as much as we watched Bert wrestle alligators the year before, and I was hit on by several carnies with no teeth. One of them (he had teeth) was from Texas, and actually gave me directions to his ranch if I wanted to drop by in the winter. Another one (Shane's partner.. we called him "Fat Elvis") was staring me down so hard that Crystal said it made her uncomfortable. He said something to me (i never heard what he said, though) that caused Shane to give him a dirty look and say "Mind your manners!" Whatev. The highlight of the fair experience was the guy who resembled young Sam Farrar the model. Although, the more I looked at him, the older he appeared to get. I topped out at like 25 or 26-ish. He apparently worked with the circus; we saw him taking things down as we left Sunday night. It was strange though, because we only watched the circus twice, but both times, there he was eating some food and looking sort of lonely. The second time I couldn't help but stare (obvious as I was) and so he would every now and then look back at me. He left before the circus was over, which made my cousin mad because she was planning on making me go and talk to him. Ahhh... scary thought. The fair closed on Sunday, leaving Crystal and I lost without it. We downloaded all the magic show songs (including "I Turn to You" by Mel C and Cheap Trick's "Mighty Wings"), while doing funny imitations with Michael who plans on buying all the tricks. I suppose that's all I have to say about my trip thus far. There's been a lot of free McDonald's and Playstation. I miss my bed and central air conditioning. And my sister and niece. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Thursday, July 18, 2002; 02:06 a.m..
I'm actually by myself for about 10 minutes or so. So here I am, writing my free time away. Not that I've been completely productive. Aside from Orientation, I have done the following things: watched 2 movies, played Tony Hawk, and gone to the fair. Ahhh.. the fair. I really enjoy being on rides until I can't walk straight and spending all my money on food and games. It's a part of the kid in me that just will never die. This year in place of Kachunga the alligator wrestler, there's a magic show. Yeah, the young guy in it is cute. Aside from the gap in his teeth that are larger than Madonna's, he's an adorable little guy. Of course, he's probably like 22, so "little guy" is not exactly the right wording. Shane's being a pretty big jerk to my cousin. She told him that she thought he should "make something of [his] life," and (well, there's not many other ways to take it) he took it in a bad way. So he's called her everything from "stuck-up" to "ignorant" to my personal favorite, the very made-up, "assumptuous." Of course he follows it all up with asking us to wait in front of the house so he can talk to us when he goes to by a sandwich at the deli. Right. They have this running fight going on between them, and I end up standing there like the awkward bystander and getting hit on by the carnies with no teeth before I go to do my favorite activity: petting the llamas and feeding the giraffes. Can't beat that. I'm going to resort to the immaturity of last summer and write him a letter, although it will almost definately be rude and tell him off in the meanest way I possibly can. I have problems with being rude. I need to get a backbone at some point. I'm going to end this now - there will be long entries about orientation probably when I make it home. The weather is nice. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, July 14, 2002; 03:02 a.m..
 Whos YOUR Rocky Horror Alter-Ego? Find out now! Only from the Quiz Junkie I'm a Disney Channel addict. I just finished watching Xenon: Girl of the 21st Century. And I'm addicted to Lizzie Maguire, Even Stevens, and Kim Possible. Haha. On another note - did you know that Gordo on Lizzie Maguire is about to turn 18? Aren't they like 8th or 9th graders on the show? I always thought he was this cute little kid I might babysit. Now I find out he's like a senior in high school. That's crazy. I could see us meeting: "But, I'm 18 now, I don't have a bedtime!" "I don't care, it's 8:30, you need to get to bed, little one." My sister is going to be home tomorrow morning. It'll be nice to have people in the house - but I was getting used to this alone thing. I haven't cooled off at all on the Nairuti thing. In fact, the more I think about it, the more mad I get. Sharon was talking about calling her parents; we both don't think it would be a good idea, we're supposed to be going off to college and pretty much adults, so calling shouldn't happen - and yet this shit still happens. It's ridiculous. She sent me an e-mail today: hey sorry about bailing on you. i really thought that it would be better if i went with my sister. i hope your trip wasnt a complete loss. Hope your feet werent too much of a bother, hope they get well soon, maybe youd like some pudding... to eat not stick your feet in-- that'd be a little gross. anyways i hope you dont hate me forever, we still have to go to san antonio once they stop flooding. :)well maybe i'll see ya when i get back from the rainy capital. -nairuti I think it angers me more that she even says "Sorry about bailing on you." My God. On another funny/angry story, the only person in my family that I absolutely despise is going to the University of New Jersey and will be living with my Uncle Johnny. Or, as she calls him, Tio Gabby. My Uncle's name is Gabriel, but for as long as I've known him, he's gone by Johnny. His wife even calls him Johnny. So where does she get Gabby from? She also calls my Titi Candy "Tia Abby." Her name is Abigail, but she goes by Candy, which is a nickname my Uncle gave her when they met. She had some sort of crush on my cousin Louis, so she asked me a crazy amount of questions about him, then went to my cousin Crystal and said, "Kim likes Louie, she talked about him like the whole way there." How fucking sick can you be? Telling people that I have a crush on my COUSIN? Anyways - it should be funny to see how this plays out. My Aunt Sandy is really strict, and Francesca is such a priss. I already heard that my Uncle said Francesca has to go to her room when Aunt Sandy gets home. I had never met her before - half of my family hadn't talked to these people in like 20 years, and then my Uncle Jimmy died. Then she started coming around and sticking her nose in where it didn't belong. And now she's moving in with "Tio Gabby"? I can't help but laugh hysterically. Anyways, to get past the anger, last night I went out with Adam to see the Burden Brothers. I told him that if I go to this he has to go see THE VINES with me, so it's all good in the hood. The show was all right, nothing too special, and since I'm on the sick side I sat down for most of the evening. My table was invaded with people from the first band (Project Grimm - not too good) who were smoking, drunk, but funny people. I had to get out of the table and breathe normal air, so I ended up standing up for the Burden Brothers (short) set. If you haven't heard of them, they consist of Taz (old Reverend Horton Heat drummer) and Todd Lewis (ex Toadies singer). They're not bad. My favorite song they did was actually a Reverend song .. and I don't really know any Rev. song titles, but it's "Where's my 400 bucks?" Of course, Todd Lewis is no Reverend. After the show we stopped at Kroger's so I could buy some Diet Coke, and I ended up buying the Seventeen with Selma Blair on the cover. She gushes about Jason, Jason gushes about her, and I pass out and drown in the cuteness of it all. And on that note, I'm going to go to Burger King or some equally fat inducing place and watch some more Disney. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, July 8, 2002; 01:12 a.m..
 Take the Pez Dispenser Quiz. created by Peta Here are some funny little anecdotes from the Civic Tour that I never wrote about. story #1: A girl behind us in line walked up to Jacques and said, "Hey Jacques," pronouncing the S. He looked up at here and said, "What did you call me?!" "Jacque...s?" "No, no, no. It's Jacques. The 'S' is silent." If I were the girl, I would've ran home crying. I do understand though, enough people have pronounced my last name wrong to make me want to scream. Lordy, could telemarketers be any less literate? story #2: I was making a bit o' small talk with Darren (and yes, I was sort of surprised that he knew my name right away. Sure, we've talked a few times, but we had only seen each other in person two times before) and asked when they were going to go on tour. Mr. Rude Ass Security Guard said, "In September!" and Darren laughed and said, "Yeah, in September," as I drilled holes with my eyes into the back of the man's head. I then asked him about Suzanne. He said she wasn't on tour because it "would be too much." I think it was a diss. Oh, one could only hope. story #3: I showed Alex the button, and when he was handing it back to me (after we tried to decide whether he should sign it or not "you want me to sign it?" "it doesn't matter" "it's up to you," *shrug* "okay, i'll sign it... but on the back") he said, "that's neat. that picture is one of my faves," in the cheesy Greenwald voice with that cheesy Greenwald smile. As I was walking away, Jason said, "Hey, I want a button!" So I handed him the button, he glanced at it, said, "That's not me.. I don't want it," and gave it back to me. Hilarity ensued. story #4: I overheard a girl on a cell phone after PP's set telling her friend "ohmygod, I can die happy now! They just got off the stage!" I laughed. On a similar note, there was a man selling merch that kept shouting "buy your phantom planet cd and get it signed!" There was also a guy that showed me their autograph and said, "one day, their concert tickets will be worth $50!" I realize that if this is true, one day, I might be able to make a lot of money off of Ebay. ;) story #5: For some reason, I was completely ignoring Sam. It wasn't intentional, I just never really said anything to him. He always looked up at me and I just kept walking on by to Jasy Jas. Aww. Poor Sammy, I love you. story #6: The last entry title was "the surrogate mother." Nairuti and I were laughing because I always get so excited when I hear about someone new starting to like the Planet boys. I haven't liked them since the beginning though, so I'm not their mother, I'm "the surrogate mother." The next morning Nairuti pissed me off by wanting to go home from Austin with her sister instead of me. She had to "rush home" to go see her surgeon cause one of her holes (wisdom teeth recently removed) wasn't healing right. When's her appointment? Tomorrow morning. Yeah, she totally needed to rush home. She didn't even call later to see if I had gotten home okay. Why is this a problem? My car is in bad condition. I have no cell phone. I've never driven home from Austin before. This was the second longest drive I've ever done in my life (first being the route TO Austin on Monday). It had been flooding in areas near there. I just don't like to drive alone. She knew all these things, and yet she totally sold me out and went home with her sister. I'm really quite angry with her at the moment. I honestly do believe that she tore something out of our friendship that I might not be willing to put back together. I'll be cordial to her, we'll speak, hell, we're going to San Antonio in about two weeks (though I'm thinking of cancelling), and Weezer in about a month, but I don't know if I can ever look at her the same way. She doesn't see a problem with what she did at all, and that hurts. A lot. There's nothing wrong with the fact that I could've been stranded in the middle of Hill Country with no one to call (my sister was on a plane to Vegas while I was driving home), nothing to call anyone with, and only about $20 in my pocket, which would never be enough for a tow truck or cab ride home. I ate barbeque and watched TV all day. I'm getting sick. New York trip starts on the 9th. Three of my cousins have asked me about going to the fair already. Shane told Crystal she couldn't go back to the fair unless I was with her. I want to crawl into a hole and die. I'll go to the fair and run anytime I see a male carnie. Oh, the things we do in the summer that we forever try to forget. Like the fact that I dyed my hair at 2am on Monday morning. Did I mention that? It was called "purple haze." It's supposed to be black with a purple tint in the light. It kind of works. But really, it just evened out my hair that had been half light and half dark from when I dyed it a year and a half ago and never touched it up. It wasn't too noticeable, but it looks better now. Whew. Happy Independence Day. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, July 5, 2002; 10:15 p.m..
Austin was a mixture of good and bad, and Phantom Planet cheered me up more than they can ever know. I love those boys. I haven't been able to see what some of my friends have been talking about - they're always so sweet to me. Maybe if I was closer it would annoy me. But I'm not, and so I don't expect anything from them except to be the nice, little boys I grew to love. The trip began Monday at around 11:30, and due to rainy conditions, the fact that I hadn't slept in 24 hours, etc. we didn't get there until about 3:30. I parked my car and promptly got a UT parking ticket. Of course, the penalty for not paying can lead to *gasp* restriction of transcripts. Man, it sure would stink if I didn't get my UT transcript. Oh, oh wait. I'm not going there. ;) That evening was spent walking around with Jen and her roommate Tracey (neat gal) and ended up with a dinner at Panda Express with Derek. I've missed that guy. He's a lot of fun. We went back to the dorms and did a large amount of nothing, but it was still fun. We went to sleep and the next afternoon was lunch at Double Dave's, a pizza buffet. It was POURING, and we were so cold that after the food we headed to Barnes and Noble for some warm drinks and reading time. Later that evening Jennifer helped to do my hair and I was off to Incubus. Since Nairuti and I had floor seats, we had to go to this special line and stand around for 25 minutes before we could get our wristbands. I walked in to hear "shaping up to be a lonely day." I had to use the restroom horribly bad, but instead I ran all the way downstairs to the floor section and there they were in all their glory. PP rockin' out for the city of Austin. They then played "Nobody's Fault," "California," and closed with "All Over Again." This show was good because I finally got to see a) the guys gang up on the drums with Jason and play their hearts out b) Alex breakdance c) Darren actually moving around, jumping, going crazy d) Alex and Sam's new hair This show was bad because a) I missed 3/4 of the PP set. I drove to Austin in order to miss more than half of their set, and the new songs. I had heard they were doing signings, so I walked around the place and finally saw them go and sit down. Selma Blair was there, too, sitting down behind them, and just generally being the cool gal that she is. I didn't say anything to her - I thought it would be kind of wrong. It wasn't her thing, it was Jason's. Nairuti and I got in line, and there were these two extremely excited girls in front of us. They were so cool. I think I offended them though; they seemed to be taking what I was saying as sarcastic insults. I walked up to Jacques and placed my members only show pass down in front of him. "Ahh here it goes!" he says. "How'd you like the show?" I told him about how I missed most of it, but the part I saw was good, blah blah insert small talk, blah Alex joins convo, blah I walk right past Sam blah talk to Jason. Jason was cool, he thanks me for being a fan and coming to all the shows I've gone to, and is generally a nice nice little boy. I think we shook hands, I don't really remember. Darren is looking down, so I wave to get his attention. He looked up and said, "Hey.. Kim." I laughed, we shook hands, made small talk, the security guard told me I was holding up the line, so I go on the other side of him and continue my conversation with Darren before security guard chases me away again. I really didn't like the guard dude. I called Alex again to tell her what went down, and when Incubus started we went to watch. I realized that I hadn't shown Alex the button I made at Warped, so we went back out to get in the line. While we were close to the table, Jacques looked up kind of surprised to see us again. We chatted a bit, and finally Alex was free for me to show him. Alex thought it was so funny, and I told him the whole story. We talked about the SPIN article among other things, and all was good in the hood. Soon enough I heard, "You're holding up the line again, Kim." I told the guy sorry, and could I take a picture? He looked at me about to say no, when Jason said, "Hey come on, she's in our fan club!" "Yeah, you can't do that to Kim!" (Darren) So I got to stand there and wait until the line was ended. While this was going on, there were people behind me that also wanted to take a picture. The security guard snatched their camera, took a pic of the guys, handed it to them, and told them to go away. Tell me he wasn't rude. After the line ended, he shook their hands and said "Thanks, it was fun," which really was the first indication to me that he was just some regular ol' Erwin Center security guard being a dick to a bunch of phans. Selma took a picture of two girls and the guys, and Jacques started to walk away not realizing I was still waiting. Jason shouted "Hey guys! One more!" And Selma took the camera from me and said, "Go on and get in there." I was standing in front of Sam (kind of leaning on him, woo), and he said he would "stand up real straight" since I'm tall. Haha. After Selma took the picture, Jacques turned around and said bye to us, Sam kind of (okay, this is a best word to use scenario, because "rub" and "patted" don't do it's justice) caressed my back a bit and said, "Bye, see ya later!" Alex said it was nice meeting us and gave us the classic, flashy Greenwald smile. Jason shook Nai's hand, and he waved goodbye to me, and Darren and Alex waved again. I will restate: nice boys. Incubus rocked the house. Brandon took far too long to take off his shirt (I'm not being girlish in that, really, it was like 10-15 songs in), which I didn't mind too much because I like his tie, shirt, and long shorts look. It fits him well. Mike was so cute in his 70s shirt and big hair. Awww.. big hair. Ang is coming over to stay the night since Sharon and Mads are in Vegas, so I should end this here. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, July 3, 2002; 07:17 p.m..
I forgot to mention that one of the first things I did when I got there was get Good Charlotte Joel's autograph for my cousin. I figured she'd appreciate it. He didn't seem to have much personality. He wasn't nice or mean, just there. He was wearing sunglasses in a shady, indoor place. He signed the paper, took a picture with me, and that was that. He seemed to be pretty nice to others; I think I probably gave off a "you = devil" feel. Anyways.. No Use For a Name came on. I noticed a guy that looked somewhat familiar, and after some thinking, I realized it was SAM. Christine (his gf) turned around, saw us, and waved. We waved back, and then Brent waved goofily back at us. Sam looked confused. I don't think he remembers who I am. Eh, it's been about four years. He went off to UT, was put on probation, something else happened, and now he's back there I think. That's all I know about him anymore. Brent has crazy curly hair now. I saw Matt earlier, and while I was waving at Jonathon and Laura he turned, waved and smiled at me. Then I passed out and they walked over my body. But not really. I did want to see NUFAN, but I just began to feel so restless. So we walked around a bit more, Jonathon took a picture of Laura, Adam, and me, I bought the Something Corporate cd and had them sign it (*insert goofy smile from Bill here*) Checked out some bands (Places To Park was one: they were pretty good), and braced ourselves for the long wait. Sometime during all of this, we went to check on Adam (who had gone off to watch a side stage), and I saw GC Lassie. I mean, Benji. He was walking around (with his skull cap, bandana, ugly eye make-up look) as if he were the hottest stuff there. I wanted to punch him in the face. Instead I had him sign the paper for my cousin. I could almost breathe in his hubris. I wanted to shower immediately after talking to him. Instead we continued our quest to be entertained and made buttons. While I was flipping through the hole-filled magazines, I stumbled across a little picture of Alex Greenwald. In fact, there was a whole article. Wow. I almost picked a pic of Jacques, Sam, and Darren, in which Jacques face is right next to the camera, and his mouth is wide open in sleep mode. Then I spotted one of Alex hanging on the rafters @ CBGB's. So I picked it. Rachel made Ozma Jose. Liberty made SC Bill. We decided to go back to the SC booth and have Bill sign it. They weren't there for the first time all day. Seriously, atleast one member of SC was at their booth all day. We saw American Hi-Fi signing autographs at the Drive-Thru booth. We stood around for a bit and then decided to say hello, so we stood in the line. Stacey said hello to Liberty, but when it was my turn, he didn't say anything. So I just kind of waved and he laughed and said hello.
stacey: What's on your button?
I then asked to take a picture, and Liberty said "oh i'll take a picture with you in it!" "but where am I supposed to stand?" The AHF guys put their hands on the table motioning for me to sit and one of them said "Hop on!" And so I found myself sitting on a merch table. I'm fabulous and special. JK. There were some free sampler cds, so I grabbed some, and then we went off for some more waiting. We checked out some of Flogging Molly, who I liked, but the others didn't so Adam went to check out another side stage band. I noticed that Ozma was sitting at their booth. Rachel ran up to Jose and practically slammed her button down on the table. He couldn't look at it without laughing; it was great. He signed it, and then I had them sign their program page. Daniel (who for some reason reminded me of Big Pete) drew an eye patch on Star (she had eye surgery). Ryen asked Rachel if he wanted to be Jose's groupie. Her response? "Jose I'm your groupie." I honestly don't think she knew what Ryen meant, for he continued with "Do you want to go back on the bus with him? Do you want to..?" *raised eyebrows* Jose looked embarrassed, but was laughing. He said they would play a song (i didn't here what they said) Rachel and Liberty asked for "if they were good," but they didn't play it. of course, he later went on to say they couldn't because they needed Star. Poor Star. Poor, amazingly cool, Star. They were making their setlist on some flier, and so we left. We walked back the SC booth; Andrew was there. I had spoken to him before, and he was a really nice guy. (I told him I had heard about them from someone who went to school with him, and that I had gone to the Impossibles show, but then they weren't there. He seemed genuine, but he said "Thank you, I appreciate it," a lot, sometimes at very random points. "Your hair is on fire." "Thank you, I appreciate it.") This time he was wearing a foot cast, saying he hurt his ankle a few shows ago. If he keeps performing the way he does, it's only going to get worse. Like Ozzy Osbourne's leg. We took a picture, he shook my hand for the 9238th time that day and off we went. Nice guy. 7:35: finally, RBF. I didn't think they were too good, but I don't know the new stuff. We headed over to wait for Ozma (and listened to the end of the RBF set, "Take On Me" and "Sell Out"). As soon as they ended, Ozma started. They were sans Star, plus Alkaline Trio drummer, and played the Tetris theme (which rocked my wet socks off) They played "Battlescars," and then Bad Religion started on the other stage. (The stages were right next to each other, so it was hard for bands to play at the same time, and near the end, they just alternated.) Ozma just kind of looked at the audience, said thanks, and walked off. In their little online journal they said Houston was the best crowd thus far on Warped, so I guess they were ok with it. But we wanted more Ozma! I went to sit down because my feet hurt so bad, and I read the free SPIN I had gotten. Some kid walked by, pointed to a skateboarder in the magazine, smiled at me, and walked off. Weird kid. Bad Religion sounded all right, Alk3 sounded all right, and that was that. Austin is tomorrow. I need to pack. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, July 1, 2002; 12:56 a.m..
 Which Trainspotting Character Are You? Ah Warped Tour. The one day of the year I'm guaranteed to come home bruised and loving it. Haha. Well, I picked up Adam about 11:35 or so, and we got there just in time for the rain. Woo! Having to run through that, my feet were wet all day. I got home and they were complete prunes. Meaning I couldn't shower until this morning. Gross. Well, the rain forced the cancellation of the Drive-Thru stage, so I didn't get to see Homegrown. Sigh. Most of the drive-thru bands came out and did signings and stuff, though, which was cool. Homegrown didn't. :( Due to the rain, they had to shuffle around the 2 main stages on the inside, and thus, the already short sets for each band were shortened to 20 minutes. I got home at 10 and it was still going on. Long, LONG warped. So, the first band we were supposed to see was Ozma. However, they were on the outside stage, and therefore got moved to about 8:30pm inside. Therefore, we walked around for an hour and a half before our first scheduled band: Something Corporate. We ran into Rachel and Liberty (this was like the third time that day) at the SC booth, getting a shirt signed.
Me: So you like Something Corporate? I figured I would talk to Andrew, since he's the one Lauren knew, but I had no idea who was who. So I went up to Bill (I didn't know his name at the time, but my Lordy was he attractive.) since Liberty wanted a picture with him. "Can I ask you a stupid question?" "What's that?" "Can I molest you?" (OK.. so I really asked, "What's your name?") "I'm William," *he extends hand for a shake* I ask him which one is Andrew, only to find out that Andrew wasn't out there at the moment. I tell him thanks and walk away. And for the rest of the day, when he sees me, he gives me a big goofy smile, and I resort to feeling stupid. While scoping out the place, I saw some guy, and we were both looking at each other in a "do i know her?" way. Suddenly I realized it was BRENT. Brent from 20"Long, from my HS, who I hadn't seen since last year's Warped. Haha. We waved and continued on our ways. Well, finally it was time for SC to come on. I have never seen more tall people in my life. I had a hard time actually seeing any of the bands I watched. And I'm 5'8". They walked out and 13 year olds everyone screamed with giddy glee. I think Bill is definately out to be some heart throb boy. He wiped the sweat off of his face with a large piece of his shirt, revealing his abs, and later on he took the shirt off. I heard girls go "AHHHHH!" so I looked over and there was Mr. NoShirt. I took a picture. Hey, I'm not 13, I don't yell, but I have hormones, too. They sang, "Drunk Girl," "Punk Rock Princess," some other stuff, and closed with "If yoU C Jordan." (which I think is unfortunately titled for capitalization/abbreviation alone) The crowd had been pushy, pushy, so I moved to the back since NFG was about to come out. I ended up going to walk around some more, and only saw NFG sing two songs. "My Friends Over You," and a song that I knew but couldn't quite name. Off the self-titled album. I should've paid attention to them, but whatev. They ended and I moved up closer for MxPx. I told Adam if we got separated to meet at this tent behind the stage, which is good, because I ended up getting pushed up and moving with the crowd so I was about four people back from Mike. I actually moshed a little, more to save myself then anything, and boy did I enjoy the show. Haha. They sang "Party, My House, Be There," "Tomorrow's Another Day," "My Life Story," "My Mistake," and "Punk Rawk Show." I loved it, loved it, loved it. After the set I was red-faced and sweaty so I was looking for a drink. Then I decided to go over to this crowd of people by the back of the stage, and there was Mike Herrera. I saw Yuri as well, and there was no one around him, so I was going to go up to him, but Mike was moving fast. I got him to sign my Slowly Going the Way of the Buffalo cover and took a picture. Later on I went back up and told him it was a good show, and asked him for a hug. He said, "Well.. I am married and everything." "It's innocent," I say. He said all right and gave me a hug. My life is complete, even though I acted like an idiot. Ah yeah. I'll write more later, because this began the about 3 hour hole of bands I didn't really want to see. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, June 30, 2002; 06:06 p.m..
I cannot even begin to put into words the way I've been feeling lately. I don't know why I feel as I do; I just do. Maybe it's the endless summer boredom that's recalling all the horrible memories of my past back to life. I don't know. The other day, I walked around my house yelling, crying, and asking God to have someone shoot me in the head. I'm losing it. I'm really losing it. Maybe it's just living in a society where people can be murdered in front of their children for asking someone who's blocking them in to move their car. Maybe it's just the heat. Last night I was reading my journal, to read about some of my memories of Robbie, and it turned into me laughing hysterically. I can't believe the way I wrote back then. Every few pages or so I would take the time to write "I LUV *blank*" "I LYKE *so and so*" It's weird the way things went. How many friends I had then. I miss a lot of them. I had a crush on this guy Brandon.. the worst crush in the world. If I didn't see him on a certain day I just wanted to curl up into a ball and die. It's so funny. He was my best friend in middle school, and there were about three different times where we had crushes on each other, and just didn't say anything. There was a lot in there about Robbie. I had a crush on him, too. Haha. I had a crush on almost every guy I knew in middle school. Yeah, those were the days. There's only a handful of guys I've been able to get close to without harboring any secret feelings for them. Definately odd. I've grown out of that, I think. I'm also pretty sure I've grown to a point where if I looked back on the things I've written, or atleast my writing style, I wouldn't be too embarrassed. But who knows. In 5 years I'll probably read this entry and laugh, too. Saturday is Warped Tour, and Monday I leave for Austin. Should be a fun trip. I've given up any idea of running into PP hanging around. From what I continue to hear, they're hit and go on being out with the civilians. Ha. Yeah, cause they're such rockstars. *insert eye roll here* Blah. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, June 28, 2002; 01:45 a.m..
Which incarnation of Kylie are you? I like bobble head dolls. I'm glad they're making a come back. Wednesday, Nairuti and I bought our lovely Weezer tickets. We got good seats - 8th row, right - which will probably turn into Taylor Locke's lap.. I mean, 8th row, left because I love Brian Bell and I want to see him do all his quirky, fun moves. We're really going to see Rooney, Home Town Hero, and the Special Goodness who are playing the side stages. I will thoroughly enjoy that. After the purchase we headed to Quizno's for lunch. Quizno's is awesome. I wonder if they have them in NYC. I know they have Schlotzky's, and of course, NY has far better delis anyways, so I shouldn't be worried. Last night, we headed to see Bottle Rocket at a midnight showing at the Landmark. The Wilson brothers and Wes Anderson are amazing. AMAZING. The crowd was great - people clapped when it started and ended, and the laughter was LOUD. You would think everyone in there was seeing it for the first time. I wish they would release a Wes Anderson box set when Royal Tenenbaums comes out, I would be all over that like a dog in heat. I don't have any of the flicks on DVD, and I only own Rushmore on tape. Speaking of, Rushmore is the flick of choice next weekend - I need to find someone to come with me. Nairuti broke some really, really sombering news to me earlier that evening. There had been a party Thursday night at this guy Joe's house, and Robbie had been killed. Robbie was a friend of mine in middle school; I don't think I've talked to him since the 10th grade. In fact, the last time I remember speaking to him was running into him at the movies freshman year, saying hey, and commenting on how much he's grown - when we were friends, he was more than a head shorter than me, and really scrawny. Then he was big and beefy. It seems like yesterday we were playing truth or dare at Jenny's birthday party and I was laying on him when we watched this horrible horror movie, or I was forcing him to write something more than his name in my 8th grade yearbook. Even if he hadn't been a friend of mine, I am forced to yet again ask what the fuck the world is coming to. Earlier this year my cousin was shot at one of his friend's. Fortunately, he lived. Robbie won't get to see another day - and only 3 weeks ago we graduated. We should be running around and having the last bit of fun before we make that plunge into adulthood and head off to college or whatever the future may hold. In my life, I've only known three friends to die, and I'm fortunate that number is as small as it is. First there was Jerald, who had fought cancer all his life and finally it became too much for him. We used to have cut down contests on the street in 5th grade. I remember he used to have to go inside sometimes because TLC or another cool group would call him - he was part of the Make A Wish Foundation. Babyface took him to Disney World once. We thought he was so lucky when we were younger. To this day, Jerald is one of the greatest, sweetest, and most honest people I've ever known. He died when I was in 7th grade. I cried when they told it to us in the library, Nairuti looked at me, and I broke out in hysterical laughter. I felt the worst regret ever - the Friday before he passed, a few of my friends had gone to his house to visit. I went next door to my friend Barbara's (where I stayed sometimes until my father picked me up). I had overheard someone say that he was in the hospital, and I didn't know his mother well enough to just go see her. I still regret that. I went to the funeral, and the day after, I went with my friends to speak with his mom and give my condolescenses. The last time I had seen him before that was probably a year before, I was walking home from the bus stop carrying my saxophone. We said hello, and he said, "You still playing that saxophone, huh?" I laughed and said, "Yeah." He gave me a playful push, and that was about it. I dedicated my journal and all my writing to him for about two years of my life. Instead of "Dear Diary," it was "Dear Jerald." Since he had been robbed of his life, I wanted him to live through me. Then there was Kristina. I had known her since elementary school, and I have memories of a field trip to the water treatment plant. Her mother - who always wore LAYERS of make-up - had sprayed perfume on a hankie and held it over her nose; we giggled. She moved in with her dad, and word came back 2 years later that she had turned into a goth and killed herself after her boyfriend broke up with her. She had signed my yearbook in 7th grade, and didn't get to finish. It's unsigned, but I'll always remember who wrote it. And now there's Robbie. Who knows what was going on at that party. What had gone awry or who had done what to whom. All I know is, no stupid teenage problem should've resulted in this. news video. And there's Joe, who was shot in the leg. I didn't really know him at all, aside from the fact that his mom was my bus driver in middle school. Sigh. We're too young for this stuff. It's "the real world," and yet the real world should never have become what we're living in. --------------- SUGAR LAND, Texas -- Two teenagers were shot Thursday morning when gunshots were fired into a Sugar Land home, according to police. Officers said that the shooting happened in a home in the 1100 block of Pinecroft in the Covington Woods subdivision. Neighbors had called police to the home twice earlier in the evening after loud noises were heard. Officers said a group of teenagers around 17 years old were outside the home when they checked on the situation. After they left, around 3:30 a.m., a vehicle drove up and fired several rounds at the home and a parked vehicle. Two teenagers inside were shot. Joe Pena IV, 17, was shot twice in the leg. He was taken by ambulance to a local hospital. Officers said that Pena lived at the house. Robert H. Ward, 17, was shot in the head and taken by Lifeflight helicopter to Memorial Hermann Hospital where he died around 4:25 a.m. Officers said none of the eyewitnesses was able to provide police with descriptions of the suspects or their car. No one is in custody. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Saturday, June 22, 2002; 08:20 a.m..
"I think I'm different; this is where I belong"-blink-182, "Pathetic" I've been asking Adam to go to Warped Tour with me for months now. Today I got this e-mail: if you don't mind i would like to go to warped tour with you, let me know when you are going to buy tickets. It makes me laugh.. if I don't mind. I'm just relieved I have someone to ride along with. Adam should probably bring along a buddy or something, cause I know we're going to want to see a lot of different bands. And it totally depends.. if Alkaline Trio are playing at the same time as NOFX or Ozma, I'd probably opt for the latter while he's a big fan of the Trio. I'm not a big fan of their's.. so I dunno what you abbreviate their name to. AK3? A3? Alka Tri? Haha. Um.. so yeah. If MxPx were doing a signing (OH HOPE OF ALL HOPES. The closest I've ever gotten was going to see if a bathroom were male or female and then Yuri walking out) while the Bosstones were playing, I'd hightail it to the signing. I do want to see NFG - despite their popularity, I've never seen them and I've been a fan for awhile - so dammit, I'll fight the masses. I kind of want to meet the one guy from Good Charlotte and tell him that I like his MTV show but hate his band. It's weird.. no matter how far from the limelight MxPx gets, or how little attention I seem to pay to them, they're MY BOYS. They're my old Phantom Planet. That's kind of strange. But yeah, MxPx is what really flung me into the world of punk rock. Strange thought. I'm listening to Dude Ranch right now. Man, I miss blink. I used to listen to this cd almost everyday. I think this is my second copy of it.. this is probably the only cd I've ever worn out in my life. The only saving grace for them I think is that when I was at Pop Disaster, they closed with "Dammit." I hope they always do that. Because that's what blink was, and they should always remember it. I've been making some pretty cheesy, lame ass rambles about music and these bands as if I actually know any of them. It's weird. I have no right to criticize any of them, so I don't, but I do have my qualms about them. I'm allowed that. I think it's a good thing that i'm starting to get so worked up about music again though. I was really starting to move away from it, and then there were the fears that "hey, I'm going to college to work in MUSIC BUSINESS" and here I am not wanting to go to shows or listen to any of my cd's. I suppose I just needed a break. Everybody has a little falter in their passions every once in awhile. We're only human. I was playing around with tarot cards and runes today. I've never used them before, so who knows if I did it right, or if I even really believe in the stuff. It was definately strange though.. particularly when I got the blank rune for the "final outcome," piece. Meaning it's not going to tell me, and I have to decide for myself. I'm going to go watch Brandy's diary thing on MTV now. I don't know why. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, June 19, 2002; 04:44 a.m..
I am 55% British, just like Hugh Grant Thought you drive a British sports car you are most likely to have a blowout in LA. Take the Brit Quiz at www.darrenlondon.tripod.com/britquiz1.htm Quiz written by Daz As I sit here and listen to the Moldy Peaches at 2:45 am waiting for my sister to come home, I realize something. Isn't that the way things are supposed to go? I haven't realized anything. My niece was playing with my foundation and lost the lid. Now I can just watch it melt away. Sigh. I've decided I'm going to exercise everyday until I leave for Austin. I have such low self esteem.. and it's only getting worse. Worse, worse, worse! My teeth are crooked, my eyebrows need a'fixin, my hair is getting too long and its being horribly unmanagable, not to mention that I'm gaining weight by the second. I'm sure my diet is not helping that out at all, but I'll be working on it. Yes, indeed, I will. I decided in May that I should work out for when I go to NYC and have to walk everywhere. What have I done? Pretty much nothing. Granted, I was going to start working out this week and instead I screwed over my sleeping schedule. But that will be fixed by Monday and then I'll start jogging again. Of course that will do nothing unless I manage to stop eating for once. Ugh. I still don't know what the hell I'm doing tomorrow with Jenn and Nair. I'm going to Urban Outfitters tomorrow with my sister and Madeline. That's in the afternoon, though. Maybe I'll go jog Saturday evening. Yeah, maybe. I threw up a bit ago. It seems the sweet and sour chicken and fries that I ate didn't agree with my stomach. So while I laid down and it seemed like I might actually go to sleep at a normal time, I got up to brush my teeth and drink some water and here I am. Hello. The Moldy Peaches make me happy. I'm not quite sure what it is. It might have something to do with the lyric, "I like potatoes, I don't like tomatoes. I'm going fishing, cause I'm on a mission." Yeah, that's me all right. I have a strong desire to watch The Royal Tenenbaums right now. Too bad I can't. Mayhaps I'll order it from Amazon.com. They have it for $10 off when it's finally released. I really want to purchase Amelie as well. It comes out the same day as the Vines cd. Which I must buy. I'm going to be seeing them on July 27. Glorious. As much as it pains me to say it, I might have to skip out on Warped Tour this year. That hurts me a lot. A LOT. There's about 15 bands that I really want to see - and normally you only get to see about 7 or 8, anyways, so that's gotta say something. Sigh. I don't want to go it alone. Maybe I will. I haven't decided yet, but I really need to do that by the end of next week.
So this is Kim's summer: For some reason I'm nervous about seeing PP again. I think I'm getting sick of having to explain myself to them. I've been hearing plenty of big ego stories lately, and I'm afraid that if they cop some sort of attitude with me, I'd tell them off. God, I couldn't see myself yelling at Jacques or Alex or anyone, but I know I wouldn't be able to stop myself. I was a little worried that I might not even be able to talk to them - but I've heard of people seeing them on this tour, so hopefully I'll be able to. As afraid as I am of them having some sort of attitude, I'm more worried I won't even get to say hi. I need another Jason hug, and I need to take a picture with Darren (I'm short one of those), and I need to tell them that I'm proud of what they've been able to achieve since the last time I saw them. Man, it's definately going to be an experience. Fighting through a crowd to say hi to Darren.. getting to say one word to Alex instead of being able to have a 40 minute conversation. Things are definately different now. Sigh. That was my rant for the day. These burgers are crazy.... This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Saturday, June 15, 2002; 04:50 a.m..
 Just stuffed full of surprises. No one ever knows what you're going to do next. The greatest mystery to you is, naturally, "how do they get the caramel in the Caramilk bars?" Well, long time no write. Nothing too interesting has been going on since the shopping excursion on Tuesday. But more on that in a little bit. I've basically slept the week away, so here I am at 5:20 am on a Friday morning struggling terribly to stay awake so I can bring myself back to a regular sleeping schedule. I have to babysit on Saturday morning, and I'd rather like to be awake instead of having my niece tear apart the home. Just yesterday I finished reading a book called Getting Over It by Anne Maxted. I found it to be really delightful and quite humourous. There is a huge problem, though. Anne Maxted is British, as is Helen, the protagonist in the book. So as I trodded along from page to page and overheard every word in my head in a British accent, I find myself here today typing and speaking with British colloquialisms. I even answered the phone today and said, "Hullo." I'll be done with it in a few days, but until then I feel sheepish speaking to others. But back to Tuesday. It was the girl's shopping excursion to Urban Outfitters, and I had an excellent time. Though I only bought a pair of pj pants (that I will wear as cool, baggy capris - a style I used to find absolutely dreadful), and a record album frame for my sisters Ramones album, it was fun. We then headed across the street to Jamba Juice with the enthusiastic and adorable male help that we ragged on the rest of the day. Alison had a date with Moos at Celebration Station for golf, and she invited us along. So we went, and as it turns out, a million other people showed up, too! Along with Alison, Nai, Moos(addiq.... or something like that. I'm horrible at spelling names), and myself were Kunal, Beth, Murtuza, Muneeb, and eventually, Le-An. We rode go-karts, bumper boats (I had a difficult time steering mine and ended up getting stuck at the wall while Moos and Ally bumped me). Then Nairuti and I lost to Le-An and Moos in a game of pool before getting enamoured and sucked into a shooting game and car racing game. After one last go at the go-karts, we headed off to a restaurant called Chuy's sans Muneeb and Le-An. It was really a fun dinner - I was excited to be relaxing with a bunch of people that I hadn't talked to in awhile, and actually don't talk to that often. They all are the type of people to make you feel good about yourself, and even if you're not in with the clique (though I am in a way), you're comfortable. It actually felt almost like a family situation. Nairuti took me home, I stayed up reading, further ruining my sleeping schedule, and here I am three days later trying to fix it. Tomorrow will be spent catching up with lovely Jennifer who's coming home from her summer session at UT for a visit. We'll probably end up House of Pies, but hopefully not, for I am broooooooke. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, June 14, 2002; 05:55 a.m..
 --------------- Father, I know you're going to be upset cause I was always your little girl, but you should know by now I'm not a baby. You always taught me right from wrong; I need your help, daddy please be strong. I may be young at heart, but I know what I'm saying. The one you warned me all about, the one you said I could do without, we're in an awful mess, and I don't mean maybe. Please, Papa, don't preach, I'm in trouble deep. Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep, but I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby. He says that he's going to marry me, and we can raise a little family. Maybe we'll be all right, it's a sacrifice. But my friends keep telling me to give it up, saying I'm too young I ought to live it up. What I need right now is some good advice. Please, Papa, don't preach, I'm in trouble deep. Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep, but I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby. Daddy, daddy, if you could only see, just how good he's been treating me, so give us your blessing now, 'cause we are in love. Don't stop loving me, Daddy, I know I'm keeping my baby. --------------- Kelly Osbourne rocks and rolls all the way around the neighborhood. I want an Osbourne family bobblehead or duck set. Confused? You should be. Or go to MTV and read the little article they got going on down there. Summer is boring. Nothing much to report. I went to WingStop with Angela today before returning to her house to watch some tv - including, of all things, The Adventures of Pete & Pete!!!! There you have it, my childhood in a thirty minute episode of a cheesy television show. There's a band on MTV with a familiar song that I just can't place, and so I want it to end. TELL ME WHO YOU ARE. Ah. BMRC. Why didn't I recognize them? I feel like a bad, bad Kim. Funny thing happened on the way to Wing Stop. I was driving along, and Angela turns to me. "Isn't that Casey? In that blue car?" "Hmm? I have no idea." *blue car pulls in front* "Hey, yeah, it is!" "Wave to her, Kim." "Eh.. I'll just see if she sees me." *Casey begins to peek in rearview mirror, sticks head out window and waves enthusiastically* Aww... Casey. All of a sudden, the guy in the car next to hers starts to turn around and wave as well. I almost don't pay attention to who I think is just someone being a nosy smartass, when I look up and realize it's none other than little brother Grant. Awww. Grant. I have no idea why they were in separate cars. Shrug. Tomorrow I'm going to Urban Outfitters to spend my gift certificates on a girls-only shopping excursion! Eh.. most of the stuff I do is girls only. I don't have too many guy friends anymore. Sniff. I miss my boys. Boooooys. This is a completely esoteric, rambly entry. Love it. --------------- Crooner Chris Isaak bought a cotton candy machine because he wanted to make his girlfriend a cotton candy bikini, he told the Swedish newspaper Aftonbladet. "Unfortunately, she left before I got the chance," he said. "Now, Im alone. But I still have my cotton candy." This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, June 11, 2002; 03:39 a.m..
 I've been listening to a lot of White Stripes lately. Good, good stuff. Friday was one of the most boring days of my life, and so Alison and I ventured to Barnes and Noble. Nairuti met up with us there, and we came across 4 or 5 books that we all wanted to get/recommended/etc. I've decided this will be a summer of reading. I love to read, and I haven't done it in awhile. The evening ended with us going to Denny's and then Alison's to lay around and chat. I borrowed Shrek (which I haven't seen) and Beauty and the Beast in a semi attempt to recapture my rapidly escaping youth. Saturday I went shopping with my sister to this fantabulous new vintage store called the Leopard Lounge. The digs ended up being actually quite expensive, so I didn't end up buying anything, but my sister bought some sunglasses, dresses, and the such. Next we ate lunch at Star Pizza, opting for a salad, garlic bread, and a slice of the ol' pepperoni. Yum. Then we headed to Soundwaves, which didn't have The Walkmen in the indie section (eh, it was a longshot) but did have free Hives stickers which I grabbed 3 or 4 of. After this, we ventured over to Book Stop because I had finally decided to purchase some of the books I've debated over for so long. My purchases? The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Chbosky and Shopgirl by none other than famous comedian Steve Martin. I almost got Valley of the Dolls, but I'll save that for a library check out sometime. I came home and lounged around before laying down with Wallflower. I took an hour break in between and ended up staying up until about 4:30am reading it. I loved it. Though I felt like a trendy emo kid (particularly when I decided to take my contacts out and read for an hour with my glassies on) reading their quintessential life story via the book version of The Wonder Years, I couldn't not like it. Double negative. There was something quite endearing about Charlie, despite the fact that I thought at times he was far too dumb and transparent to be real. When it came down to it, there were aspects that reminded Charlie of myself. Reading, writing, music - three of my largest passions in the world. I write. A lot. And though I never really use long words, I tend to throw some in the mix that I love or want to start using. I've been told several times that I'm a great writer - something that always makes me blush and stare at the wall - yet I don't take a scholarly tone. I just write how I speak. I don't have the vernacular (there I go throwing in a big word and ruining my argument) of the Dawson's Creek kids, I'm a 17-year-old, and there's no hiding it. I guess the point is, read the book. Even if you're afraid of being guilt by association emo. ;) And just to throw this in, I watched Riding in Cars With Boys and bawled like a little baby. I don't even know why.. the movie wasn't that good. But I cried. And it felt good. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, June 9, 2002; 09:21 p.m..
What's your Tenacious D song? I've been playing a game called "scarab 21" for hours on neopets. I am officially a large dork. Saw Training Day tonight. Good movie. Good acting. Anywaaays... Saturday was graduation. I drove Nai and Jen to the Compaq Center, and while we were all standing around backstage perfecting our caps, collars, and cords, reality sunk in. It was scary, yet one of the most thrilling moments of my life. Some of the band kids came in the back to use the rest room and stopped to give me hugs. Justin gave me a hug and picked me up. It was freaky - I can't remember the last time anybody has picked me up. All of a sudden, there we were, walking in as the band played "Pomp and Circumstance." The kids waved at me and I couldn't stop smiling. Priti and Kunal made excellent speeches, and then I was on stage having a mock argument with Kunal before Mr. K called my name. That moment right there - waiting for my name to be said - was one of the longest of my life. Then was the endless row of handshakes, the blur of applause, the pure happiness that four years of hellish public education were over. In that moment, I felt no sadness. They played the school song, the caps went flying, and I started jumping up and down. As I stood around taking pictures and gettings hugs from friends and family, I felt the sorrow. But why feel sad? I've made a major accomplishment, I've finished. I'm done. Sure I'm leaving people - but heck, I've already started doing my part to stay in touch with those I want to stay in touch with. Lunch was at Houston's with the family. It was delicious, and I headed home to eat my cake and look at the balloons and flowers. Yay cake and balloons and flowers! Then we looked over several old documents of mine, my sister's, my dad's, and everyone else in my family. My part of the sentimentality ended when I was off to ProGrad. ProGrad was definately a lot of fun. The evening started out with a certain Daniel being the pizza delivery boy. Nairuti got there just in time to see his last run, and we were staring at him when he looked up. In a frantic move on my part, I waved at him, and he kinda winked and did the finger pointy thing. We melted. Oh yeah, we're girly. Haha. All of this was followed by hours of inflatable fun (obstacle course, giant fake rock, and bungee run, sumo wrestling), gambling (black jack, baby), and prize winning. I won a mini boom box type deal. The morning came, and we all went home and said our goodbyes. I finally broke out in tears after an encounter with Devin.
D: I'll see you later, Kim. I knew that there were certain people I may never see again, but yet it never fully clicked until then. Dammit. I cried for like a minute or two - really nothing, but geez Louise. Sunday we took Aunt Sue to the airport, and I stopped by Alison's to pick up my yearbook and say hello before going to see CQ. Unfortunately, Alison and her party-goers had decided to partyhop somewhere else, so we missed them. CQ was a decidely OK movie. One that didn't impact my life with its goodness, but that didn't lead me to write "Crap Quality" on the customer review board at the Greenway. Following this, we headed to Denny's where Nai had her first encounter with French Toast. Seventeen years she's gone without ever eating french toast. Amazing. Tuesday was the AMIGA luncheon. I went because they had given me the $1,000 scholarship which is much appreciated on my part. Salad and soup was served, and I understood very little of what was said (spanish-speaking club), but I was told repeatedly that I was the unanimous first choice for the award. Score one for the Kimmo. The ladies were all extremely nice, my mom repeatedly told me she wished they had something like this when she lived in Houston. Sandra and Sarah both bought me $50 gift certificates for Urban Outfitters. Yeehaw! Tomorrow my mommy goes back to Las Vegas, and I enter the realm of summer boredom. Ahhh... This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, June 5, 2002; 11:48 p.m..
 I had started to type an entry about how much I hate the computer. When I began to write, I realized I had forgotten the last time that I had made an entry, and therefore I stupidly lost it all. Great. Anyways, high school is over. So here's a quick rundown of the last three days: Tuesday ~ psychology exam. Not too shabby. Finished. Chatted a bit with the 4 other gals taking the exam. Went to the uniform room after to say "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" to Rae Rae. Went to Southern Maid with Jonathon, where we ran into Justin, Chris, Nathan, and random guy I don't know (Justin's friend). Dropped Jon off at SLMS and returned to the uniform room where I hung out with Rachel and Adam until it was naptime for me. Wednesday ~ field day! Giant inflatables and much much more! They had BBQ, but it was 9am, so I opted to wait for the House of Pies luncheon with Jen and Nai. I went through the inflatable obstacle course and bruised up my body before joining the water balloon fight. Andrew, Devin, Spencer, and Brian raced through the courses in flashy, flippy ways as they are prone to do. Those crazy theatrical atheletic boys. Said hello to Grant, but something felt wrong and different. Went to House of Pies. It was strange being there in daytime. Made a vow that we would go back on Friday night for the last time. Sniff. Mom came that eve. Thursday ~ ahhhh, the last day of school. I said goodbye to a few of the band kids, hugs, pictures, etc. Then, I went to say goodbye to Mrs. Graves. Took a picture, hugged her, and headed back to the band hall, where Rachel, Chris, and I joked around until it was time to go. Headed to Olive Garden for lunch with Rach, Priti, Bonnie, and Sharmeen. It was a nice lunch with the gals, and I headed home to chill with mi madre and Madeline before the HAIL STORM. HAIL! In May! Crazay. It only lasted like a minute and a half - practically nothing, but lordy was it weird. Went to pick up my aunt and then headed to Amy, Esther, Harm, and Steph's Grad party. I was so late and a lot of people had left by then, but it was still nice to be there for a bit. Jonathon gave me his band's cd, which I still owe him the money for. Spur 58. Nai and I decided to leave and noticed many had started to cry. Big hugs. "You're leaving us in our hour of need?" "We're with you in spirit!" Poor kids. Poor Derek who started school on Monday. I should fire him off an e-mail. I am going to crash with him and Jen when I go to Austin. Friday ~ Went to eat lunch with the sister, the sister's friend, the aunt, and the niece. Quite nice. Auntie bought me a comforter for my dorm. Ahh yeah. I love it. Blue and green and white plaid. So pretty. Went to the school to talk to Mr. Maly who had already left. Said hi to Mrs. Graves. Said hi to Stacey, Drew, and Nai. Went out to House of Pies for the laaast time with Rachel, Nai, and Jen. Stacey stopped by with Will and her cousin. Rachel told me she didn't like the Ramones cause Joey doesn't enunciate. Neither does half the music industry, thank you very much. Sometimes it's not just the lyrics that make a song. Someday people may realize that. Not to say lyrics aren't excellent and important. I'll write about Graduation and ProGrad and AMIGA later on. This is quite long, I can't believe I haven't written in like a week and a half. Main point: Goodbye high school, hello rest of Kim's life. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, June 4, 2002; 10:11 p.m..
 Take The Ewan McGregor Test! Friday was a long day. Graduation practice was that morning, and so we got to sit through the calling of everyone's names, the stupid rules we have to follow, and the handing out of caps and gowns. It was a long, long process that I will spare everyone the details of. I was disappointed when at lunch there was no food fight or any type of commotion. No, I didn't really want to have a food fight, but it's my last school lunch, and dammit I wanted action. After school (basically, after 5th since I was exempt from the econ exam) I ran into Jess who was preparing herself to say bye to Mr. Watson. She started crying even before she walked into his office, which left me crying, too. We went in, said bye, got hugs, and I stood there hoping that maybe once he would show some emotion. Instead it was "Congratulations, goodbye, good for you." That eve I went to House of Pies with Jen, Nai, and Alison. We took pictures of the exterior as well as draping ourselves on the stop signs along Westheimer before heading back home. Fun night. Saturday was a boring day until the evenign when I went to ETC. I love sketch comedy - heck, SNL is pretty much my favyavorite show. Much to my dismay, Andrew wasn't a big part in it at all (and I have no idea why, he's the funniest kid there is), but to my happiness, Devin sang "The Ghost In You," by the Counting Crows. It was BEAUTIFUL. Allie sang "On My Own," and I was so proud of her. Sniff. So much talent in my friends. After the show, I stood around talking to some of my friends and then I ran up to Devin who shouted "KIM!" despite the fact that he had been talking to someone and wrapped me up in a huge, huge hug. It's been a huge mystery as to what he's doing after graduation, and he chopped it up to a "Who cares?" before his brother came and stole him away from me. Sigh. I love my Devin. I watched Grover freestyle to Spencer's drum beat for a bit before leaving without talking to either of them. Boo. I'll talk to Drew on graduation day - if he goes. One of his brothers didn't. Sunday was spent at my aunt's house as she barbequed and I watched the 9/11 HBO special. Sad, sad show. I was too embarrased to cry in front of my drunk cousin and his friends, so instead I picked my nails down to painful little stumps. Ouch. Psych exam tomorrow and I haven't started studying yet. Shoot. I'd better get started. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, May 27, 2002; 07:19 p.m..
buried deep as you can dig inside yourself, you're hidden in the public eye - such a stellar monument to loneliness laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes. perfect make-up, but you're barely scraping by. this is one time that you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone or anyone at all. and the grave that you refuse to leave, the refuge that you've built to flee, the places that you've come to fear the most.-dashboard, the places you have come to fear the most Sigh, sigh. Today was the last REAL day of high school. That's right folks, psychology exam excluded, I'm done with high school. The day started off normal and boring enough, what with me paying a whopping $67 for my lost statistics book and discussing random nothings in Humanities. English involved our loverly end of the year pizza party, compliments of Mrs. Anderson, who I will miss a lot next year. When your teacher shows up at the same shows as you and knows who the Moldy Peaches are, that's a keeper. Band would've been sad had there been anytime for sorrow, but instead we ran through our concert music and I straightened out the facts of my exemption. For some reason, Mr. Severns had it listed that I had 19 ABSENCES in band. How? We'll never know. I wanted to give hugs, but I suppose I'll just come peek in on exam day and wave goodbye to the place that was practically my second home for the past four years of my life. Economics, sigh sigh. I'm going to miss Mr. K SOOOOOO MUCH! We gave him the So You Wanna Be A President book that JessBess bought and everybody signed, he loved it. Almost giddy. Then he signed my senior book and handed out the letters he wrote us (yes, form letters do = fun). I gave him a hug after class and I almost cried right then - but that didn't come until later. BOOOOO. I never realized how much I actually liked high school. I know, I know. College will be thrilling yadda yadda. But still, my friends, it's the end of an entire, gigantic, influential chapter in my life. After school I helped Rachel take inventory in the uniform room for a bit before running into Grant as I ran to get some water after a good, little cry. I realized that I'm not going to be in Psych tomorrow cause of grad practice, and he just kind of stared at me with a shocked realization. We're going to see each other very few times after this moment. I know that I'll see a lot of my senior friends again - it's the juniors I'm worried about. I dunno why. It seems this year, everyone's at the same level of sentimentality. I've never taken more pictures in my life. Everyone has to get two copies of every millionth picture - for some reason, we're all grasping on to this. Maybe it's fear of the unknown tied into the fear of never seeing each other again tied into the fact that we've all known each other for atleast 3 or 4 years. The band concert was tonight. Tie in a bunch of sad, sentimental seniors (hello, tongue-twister), and throw in Watson's retirement, and you get = SOBFEST 2002. Lisa, Emily, and I were all sniffling while Honors Band performed the last song - perhaps the last time I'll ever watch Watson conduct, knowing that band is going to hell in a hand basket next year. None of us really wanted to leave after the concert, taking pictures and just talking for about fourty minutes after the concert ended. On the way home, "Let It Be," came on the radio. Symbolism comes through again for the Kim. This weekend's agenda: Deuces Wild and the Pie House with Jen and Nai. Saturday, ETC and quite possible the last Andrew, Devin, and Kim encounter in the chapter book of life, and I think a battle of the bands on Sunday - another possible last. With Spencer doing missionary work, and Eric going to College Station, I don't think I see the blue script lasting much longer. 'tis life. everything has to end sometime. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, May 24, 2002; 12:24 a.m..
It's been a long time. Friday night was the band banquet. Bittersweet, happy, and depressing all at once. Watson's retirement is further pressing itself into all of our faces, and it's becoming quite sad. We got the caricatures - I look like a fat chipmunk, but it's all good in the hood. Presented the gifts to Mr. Severns - and he said thank you to Dana. Got the band scholarship - woohoo! After it all was over, Grant made sure to take a picture with me, and I hugged him for a long time. I'm really gonna miss him. He's definately the little brother I wish I had. Went to Nairuti's after and we ended up seeing Spider-Man. I loved it. Who doesn't want their own personal superhero? Kirsten Dunst annoys me, but this movie kept that to a minimal amount. Tobey Maguire rocked. And James Franco kept his modern day James Dean status. I love that kid. Saturday was the big ol' prom day. Went to the mall. Bought a wrap. Came home. Did a bad home manicure. Went to Tova's. Got my hair done - it was AWESOME. I loved it. I walked around saying I had the most beautiful hair at prom. Haha. Got my make-up done by Jonathon. He was so great. I wanted to bring him home and lock him in my closet. Got home. Rushed to get dressed since Chris and Anup had arrived. Took pictures. Put on my george-ous corsage. Left. The Capital Grille was yummy. They gave me a large amount of food that I didn't come close to finishing. When we left, we noticed Jeff Bagwell's tacky yellow Ferrari outside. He has his own parking space and everything - so apparently he goes there a lot. (He's the first baseman for the Astros, thus his license plate says Frst Base or something). Headed to prom. It was a lot of fun. I danced a bit, took tons of pictures, and all was good. Went up to Devin who jumped up to give me a hug and introduce me to his date, Jennifer. He was so psyched about going with her, it was cute. ("I'm going with the most beautiful girl in the world!") I took a picture with Andrew, hehe. I luff luff luff that kid. We were really close in 8th grade, and high school kind of tore us apart. I went to say hi to him (in his Converse, rolled up tux shirt, and baby blue vest) and he was quick to give me a hug. Sniff. Then I ran into Brian who was sure to explain that I'm a biker chick to his date. Some things will never die, I s'pose. Leslie and Jorge were prom queen and king. I was really really happy for Leslie, and Jorge is a good guy as well. I told him congratulations and he gave me a little rub of the arm. It gave me that whole "some people are touchy feely, and some people aren't" ideal. Hung out with "substitute prom date" Alex until Jill (his real date) looked like she wanted to strangle me. After prom I went to Emily's where we played N64 and cards all through the eve, and I got home at about 7am. Slept for most of the day until I went to watch Six Feet Under, which was excellent. Today was the Senior Awards Ceremony. I received Academic Excellence, the Texas Scholars Award, and they mentioned my Cum Laude status. It was a long, long ceremony, but fun as well. Hugs all around from Devin, Priti, Toni, Tanu, Emily, Leena, etc., etc., etc. Mr. Kleinschmidt stole some flowers. I'm going to miss him. AHHH IT'S ALMOST OVER. Wednesday's senior breakfast. Thursday's the last normal school day. And my last day of Econ. Mr. Kleinschmidt! Friday is graduation practice and the first exam - econ - which I'm exempt from. Then holidays, exams, and graduation. I'm terrified, exhuberant, and everything in between. Pictures are here:
This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, May 20, 2002; 09:28 p.m..
Which Weezer Song are You? So.. stuff's been busy busy. Friday was Laura's surprise party. I didn't get there until about 8:30 cause I had to babysit, and it was basically a who's who of college kids/former band nerds. I saw people I haven't seen in years - people I never really cared to see to begin with. But it was fun, and I ended up leaving about 11:30 due to the long day that would be Saturday. On Saturday I woke up to head out to the EHS banquet at Lucky Village. Mrs. C forgot the cords, so their basically became no point of being there, and after eating, we left. That afternoon we headed to the Woodlands for the Pop Disaster show. When we arrived, we found out you couldn't bring in pretty much anything, so our purses and towels were checked. Ugh. Talk about complete annoyance as we headed through line to go to a courtest check line to get back in line to find out I couldn't bring in OFF and spray it on as fast as I could before discarding it in the trash can. Bastards. I bought a Jimmy shirt and we headed to our spots on the lawn. Jimmy came out and rocked us all, but since nobody know any of the songs besides "the Middle," the response was luke warm. However, my friends and I jammed like our life depended on it. GO JIMMY. After every song, we all looked at each other and said, "yay." It was awesome. They even played "Lucky Denver Mint." A half hour later they were gone. Sniff. While waiting for Green Day, they played the most amazing filler music ever, including Cheap Trick's "Surrender," Toni Basil's "Mickey," and the Ramones. Green Day came out and impressed the bejeesus out of me. They were good. Really good. I wish they had played "Christie Road," but as it was, things were great. They even did a cover of "Knowledge" by Op Ivy as the crowd pretty much remained stagnant with the except of me who sang at the top of my lungs. During the cover, they pulled people out of the audience to play the song for them. The guy they chose to play guitar looked like the 16-year-old Billy Idol, and Billie Joe hugged him, kissed him, and fucking gave him his guitar. Good stuff. They closed with - hell I forget, and Tre leaped through his drums, smashing them all over the place as Mike smashed his bass. Billie Joe then came through the closed curtain, played "Time of Your Life," and left the crowd blown away. Mmm.. Green Day. Songs I remember them playing: "Maria" "Longview" "Warning" "Minority" "Welcome to Paradise" "She" "Brain Stew" "Jaded" "Time of Your Life" "Hitchin' A Ride" "Waiting" and "When I Come Around." Jennifer, who had a stomach virus, started to feel sick, so she asked Nairuti to let her go sit in the car. We really didn't like the idea at all, but she wouldn't let us leave and not see blink. Sigh. Blink was next, and they didn't disappoint, but they didn't impress either. Rather then make too many dirty jokes for me to want to handle, they opted to rock out, due to freakin' time constraints. I will once again repeat: I hate the Woodlands. Anyways, they played a ton of new stuff, and since I don't have a copy of Take Off Your Pants and Jacket, I didn't know a lot. They made a tribute to us old school fans by playing "carousel," and of course didn't focus on Dude Ranch much except to close with "Dammit," in which I rocked out too hard for anyone's good. Haha. Hmm.. what else? Tom played a song in front of the curtain much like Billie Joe which was sweet and cute and blah until Mark walked out and sprayed him with silly string. Then during another song, Travis, who was playing drums on this metal platform, was hoisted into the air on the platform during his drum solo, and was flipped around in circles while playing. It was one of the coolest things I've ever seen. As the closed, Tom smashed his bass (it just seems like they were trying to compete with green day by this point), and was pulled off on a stretcher with his rock sign raised high after some weird prank that I missed because I was too busy rushing to the exit to avoid the masses. They handed out condoms. They gave me two. I'm a big ho. Hahahahahhahaha. Went to House of Pies with the slowest waitress in history but it was all good in the hood. Got home after my sister at about 3am (geeza louisa that's crazay). Today I took her out to eat at the Chinese buffet and studied for the Eco AP the rest of the eve. Must. do. well. AHHHHHH. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, May 13, 2002; 12:21 a.m..
 The Band Quiz By Rahel Hmm.. not much to write today. Jess asked me to come to the gov't review tonight - she said she'd bring me food. I opted for a nap, and I can only imagine the yummy things I missed out on. Oh well. Must. Lose. Weight. I'll just type up some things that gave me fuzzies. Namely what some people wrote in my senior book: Kim,
Kim:
Sniff, sniff. In other news, they posted the seating arrangements for graduation. I already forget who I am sitting by. Cum laude is in alphabetical order. Darn it. I wanted to go by rank. But whatev. It kind of stinks - I'll have gotten my diploma and then sit through 600 other people after me as I snooze and get real antsy in my seat. In Economics we were poking fun at Kunal as we tried to help him with some sort of method for his speech (he's salutatorian - yay!). I hope he doesn't bore me. JUST KIDDING. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, May 7, 2002; 09:32 p.m..
Who cares? About the general apathy, your soul can't breathe. Well I must have problems after all, they quickly eat me up. I'm swallowed in too quick to think, I feel like such an idiot, I'm sorry I, would like to try again, cause I forgot about you in the end, but you asked, "who cares?" Well, you know, I do. I do.-Phantom Planet, Who cares? I'm not too sure about those lyrics. But I like the song a lot. Damn crappy quality live recordings. It's a really old mp3 that I never paid much attention to.
It's amazing when you have so much potential and then ruin it. My mind drifted during the horrible English Lit. AP, and I was reminded of a very, very sad situation. Works hard all their life to make the grade - wants to get further. Cheats. Steals teacher edition's of books. Not once, but twice. Gets caught. His record? Horrible. His rank? Number 2. As salutatorian, he would not have been allowed a speech. Last week we got our final rankings, he's no longer in that position. He's slipped to number 3. Called his mom practically in tears. Rejected from Rice, Harvard, Stanford, nobody cared. Rejected from UT. Shock. Rejected from U of H. Some laughter, some concern. All from a person who could've been without the bad choices in life. "I would've thought things would come back to him - but not so soon." Fifteen schools day left. It's the end of an era. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, May 6, 2002; 11:45 p.m..
I follow the night Can't stand the light When will I begin To live again? One day I'll fly away Leave all this to yesterday What more could your love do for me? When will love be through with me? Why live life from dream to dream? And dread the day when dreaming ends ------ I went running today - gotta fit into my prom dress just right. It's amazing how you don't realize how out of shape you are until you run a few gazillion laps. Tomorrow maybe I'll just stick to the regime of running up stairs while blasting Millencolin or someone similar. I was watching the MTV special Social History of the Mosh Pit, and at the end they were talking about the punk rock aerobics. I figure, man, I've been doing that forever. Haha. Well, not forever. But when I randomly decide to exercise and it lasts for like a week or two. I drew a picture of my prom dress. You can see it here:
 This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, May 5, 2002; 08:11 p.m..
Sometimes you just want everything to end for just a tiny bit of time. Maybe if there was a way that we could all lock ourselves into a corner or crawl into a big hole and hide out we'd appreciate our lives more. Or maybe we'd just snuggle up and stay there for the rest of our life. I decided on NYU. Though I'm going to come out of college and stay in debt for the next 938458094859 years, I'm going to do it. And if things don't work out, atleast I tried. If I didn't go, I'd be lying everytime I mentioned something about "the path with a heart." It's what kept me in Houston after my father died, and it's what keeps me going day by day. "Trust your heart." Grant called the other day and sounded like one of my sister's 938 stalkers. I was like "HOW DOES THIS PERSON KNOW MY NAME?" right before they said "This is Grant." It was kooky. My cousin was shot in the groin (hey ba!) area on Saturday evening. As the story goes, he was at a friend's when someone walked in "like Rambo," and started shooting. He was shot twice, one they removed, one is still in him. He's in a lot of pain. I feel so bad, and yet at the same time, I seriously hope that this changes him. I hope he doesn't go back to school saying "I got shot by an AK, I'm so fucking tough and cool, man." To quote my sister "I just don't understand what is wrong with the youth of suburban America when they live in such nice places and want to act like white trash gangsters." It sickens me. My mother came in to town on Sunday, and as much as I try and try, we just will never get along when we're together. She's a complete hypocrite, and she of course, can never be wrong. Not that I am not at fault, because I can be a selfish, stuck-up little bitch when I want to be, but she drives me to the point where I want to bang my head against the wall, drive into a building, or throw breakable objects around the room. She makes me act like a 6 year old having a tantrum in a grocery store, and I can't understand why. I'm baby-sitting tonight. My sister's friends Sarah and Monty went out to see Face to Face. The child has gone to sleep, so I'm checking out this whole Roadrunner online deal. It's interesting to be online without signing on. This family is your typical middle class America family. They were showing me the growth of their plants and the pond they installed in the backyard - all lovely suburban discussions, and it made me feel awkward. What is life when someone will run out and buy you a diet coke and dinner because you didn't get to eat before you came over? Nice families confuse me. It's a life I am not at all accustomed to, and I don't think I ever can be. Will I be like that someday? Driving the kiddies to school while my husband installs a deck and pool in the backyard and we actually enjoy each other's company? I don't think I can ever handle that. Dysfunction is a way of life for me. Kind of strange. Kind of funny. But yet normality for a large chunk of the world. I want the James Dean picture they have on the wall. Tonight I came up with the wonderful scenario that instead of college I would move to Tahiti with Chris Cron (the Christian lover) and Gideon Yago (the one who will feed me grapes while we discuss politics). That would be blissful. Or maybe they could buy me an island and we could call it "KimLand." Haha, right. I guess that's it. Good night, sweethearts. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, April 30, 2002; 10:40 p.m..
 Who's Your 80s Movie Icon Alter-Ego? Find out @ She's Crafty Yippee Skippee. I'm so extremely tired. I came home from school 5th period after deciding I could handle the absence and I was about to fall over into a deep, deep sleep. My sister bitched me out on the phone but allowed me to come home, and so I did, napping from 1-4. Sooo.. where was I? Ah yes, the band trip. Saturday was roam the city day, and surprise of all surprises, we had some freedom. Waking up at 6:30 we ate breakfast and headed to the Empire State Building. We walked around at the top and took some pictures, mainly just standing around and talking. I tagged the top in an area where there was already much writing so as not to feel too bad about what I did, and since it rained the next day, it's probably already gone. However, if you happen to be up there and see "Kempner HS 4/22/02," that was us. After the ESB, we headed off to Radio City Music Hall where we broke for lunch as long as we stayed in groups of 4. My group included about 93859895 million people, who, after the restaurant I took us to was closed, complained until I finally told them how to get back to RCMH and headed off with Ruth, Le-An, Rachel, Adam, Nathan, Emily, and Laura. We went to a deli near J.P. Morgan and walked back to the Rockefeller Concourse where we ate, people-watched, and chatted some more. That was one of the best moments on the trip to me. Just to sit around with a bunch of friends in the greatest city in the world. Magnifique. And of course, I said hello to every police officer I passed. The NYPD rocks my socks off. The HPD? Not at all. By the time we finished eating it was time to get to Radio City for our tour. The tour was really nice. I loved the lounge area, and standing on the stage was SO amazing. The gals all lined up to pretend to do the kicks as Mrs. Severns took pictures, and all was good. Our tour guide was so great, she cracked us all up. We also got to meet a Rockette named Kelly who seemed a little snooty, but I think it was more of a "i don't like talking to a bunch of people i don't know" reaction. I took a picture of her and Mr. S. The tour ended and then we had some more free time so we headed to Times Square. I bought the angry rain umbrella at MTV that I had wanted so badly in March, and we went to Virgin Megastore (where I bought the John Mayer cd for 8.99 and accidentally stole the Phantom Planet info card.. [that's a bit of a story there]) and Planet Hollywood for the Kleiners to buy a shirt for Sarah. We roamed around and instead of getting to go to Rupert's Deli like I wanted to, they stopped at another souvenir shop. Blehhh. Grant met Rupert and took a picture. Lucky dog. Emily and I are disappointed that the Naked Cowboy disappeared before we could get a picture with him. That would have been the definitive wallet money shot. After that we headed to Macy's, and besides getting a loverly hug from Devin, all hell broke loose. We rode the elevator all the way up to the top, and after getting separated from our group, Emily and I were stuck with Bobby (aka the most annoying person ever to appear on this earth). Bobby had taken a stuffed animal from the 6th floor and named it Pippen, and actually had the following conversation with it: "Pippen's hungry. I'm sorry Pippen, but I'm not lactating right now. Emily, are you lactating?" Emily ran to me and we tried our best to ignore him as I yelled at him for trying to leave Pippen on a bed in the 9th floor furniture department. We decided to ride the escalators back down and saw Richard and Ashley on the 7th floor so we got off. Bobby threw Pippen down the escalator, so I again yelled at him to go get it. As soon as he got on the escalator, Emily yelled "RUN!" so we all ran in 4 different directions before gathering together and running away. We. Felt. So. Bad. Corey and Justin kept yelling out "WHERE'S BOBBY?" knowing full well that he was on the bus simply to embarrass us. Sigh. The pains of being a nice person who does something mean. Haha. After Macy's we went off to the awards ceremony at Medieval Times. In the lobby area, I got a chance to talk to Jonathon, who I haven't seen in a long, long while. There's something I really love about talking to him.. I dunno what it is. Emily and Rachel think he's creepy, but I love him. He told me that I was unique, that I was one in a kind, that I stand out in a crowd, and a bunch of other things that I don't believe at all. He says that the worst people in the world are posers, and that I'm on a completely different level then all of them. I was floored, but if you ask me, Jonathon is the most individualistic person I have ever met in my life. He cannot be categorized in one single word, no matter how hard I were to try. Anyways, the awards ceremony began, and Mr. S told me to go up for both Honors and Symphonic Band because I'm president. So, we won like everything. I got to run up there when Honors Band received the Grand Champion/Best in Show award and right after, Choir received the same thing. Devin ran up to received it, and we gave each other huge high fives and ran around thrusting the trophies in the air. It was thrilling. Then began the "entertainment." I was rooting for the Red Knight who was actually the worst knight in existence. We ate, drank, and were merry and then returned to the hotel for an immediate room check. Usually, the last night we are given some time to hang out before room check (they put tape on the doors and everything), but someone had complained about the band, so we had to stay in our rooms. We watched SNL and some people claim they could hear Mrs. Severns laughing, but I didn't. Then again, we were too busy chatting and laughing so hard. We were half asleep and delirious, and everything was the funniest thing in the world. The next morning we woke to catch the ferry to Ellis and Liberty Island. I love the ferry. If/when I live in NYC, I'm going to make plans to take that thing once a month or so. There's something about the wind rushing through your hair and just watching Lady Liberty and the Verrazano Bridge that is absolutely exhilirating. All we really did at Ellis Island was use the bathroom, eat lunch, and walk around the wall, but it was still cool. Kyle took a picture of Adam and I sliding down the railings. I had never done that before - I feel as if I have been jipped of the railings sliding part of childhood. ;) Liberty Island was an even shorter trip - we walked around the island in a circle and I bought ice cream before running to the New Jersey ferry. I sat next to Kyle and we snuggled from the cold as Devin sang such songs as "Come Sail Away," which was another one of those best trip moments. Devin and Kyle are two of the coolest guys in the whole world; it's fitting that they're brothers. We arrived at the Newark airport and flew awayy to Houston where I fell asleep in the middle of Kate and Leopold. One of the trophies was broken (it was the one of choirs) and the rest of them were a little banged up. We hung out in the Houston Airport waiting for the other plane and when it arrived, so did Roger Clemens. A bunch of people met him, but I opted for running around deliriously with Emily. (I sat down on a non-moving conveyer belt, leaned back, and said, "I AM A TURTLE ON IT'S BACK.") We got on the buses, went home, and that was that. And for the next month I'll be trying to catch up on all the sleep I lost. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, April 23, 2002; 05:27 p.m..
 Take the "What *NSYNC Hairstyle are you?" Quiz New York trip. Well. this should be somewhat short since I am exhausted. Wednesday night instead of going to Eric's "let's hang out since we have to be at school by 3am" party, I went to nairuti's to watch Six Feet Under, packed, and slept for about a half hour. Got to school, boarded a bus, and off we went. I sat next to Billy on the plane, and both of us conked out sleeping. We got off the plane and it was time for the 3 hour bus tour of New York. We got the crappiest tour guide in existance, and I honestly think she was making stuff up. I finally got to see Ground Zero which is pretty much a gigantic hole now. I was so close to tears - it just brought back all the emotions and shock of 9/11. We got out of the bus at the Dakota, and I almost got into a big argument with Greg who couldn't understand why I would be emotional standing in the spot that John Lennon died. We then headed off to Strawberry Fields, which with its guitar picks and flowers encircling it, I loved. We strolled around the park a bit, which was beeeeeautiful, and then came to some arches. They were filming something so we were rushed through. I thought it had been a documentary of some sort, but then I glanced over and saw City High. I stood and watched for a bit, and therefore, if you happen to see a commercial with City High in it on MTV, know that I was standing to the left. Of course, I heard of other people who met The Rock at TRL, Dee Schneider, David Rockefeller, Rupert G, and the Soup Nazi, and all I saw was City High. Doesn't matter.. I still had fun. The tour guide dropped us off at Chinatown to do some shopping, but the smell gave me a headache so I just walked around with chocolate chip ice cream that they tried to pass off as an Italian Ice. Adam bought seven shirts for $15 and so Grant asked me to take him around the town. We went back to that store and then he shopped for some imitation Oakley's while I tried on ugly jewelry before we headed to Puglia's in Little Italy. Laura, Emily, and I were excited about JORGE the restaurant entertainer, but when we got on stage we found the Italian Stallion to be a sad, sad man who sang such hits as the brady bunch theme and take me out to the ball game. I wanted to die. I actually heard Mr. Severns and his wife got up and moved because it was so bad. We headed back to the hotel and watched Sweet November among other things before falling asleep about 2:30am. Laura tossed and turn in her sleep so I ended up on the floor and woke up about 9485980 times in between. Friday was competition day, so after a speedy breakfast we headed off to the College of Staten Island. SI is a really pretty area, it was rather nice. My aunts showed up for the performance with posters and signs galore which brought me nervous to the point of shake shake shaking. Mr. S was telling me in class today how to use that to my advantage. It was kind of funny. It was cool getting to hang out with the Aunts for awhile, they're so genuine and dear that it would be impossible to not love them. Each one slipped me some money at one point as aunts are prone to do, and they left after the honors band. Lunch was at a scary rest stop in New Jersey, and while everyone got sick at Roy Rogers, Brandon, Philip, and I headed to Bob's Big Boy and had a decent lunch. Friday evening was spent in Times Square. After arriving late to Planet Hollywood we headed off to Toys 'R Us while the downpour began. Since it was raining so hard and everyone was dressed up for Broadway, we remained there playing with stuffed animals and taking pictures of the ferris wheel before speeding across to Planet Hollywood. None of my family made it out to PH, and the food sucked as it usually does there. Do they wonder why they're bankrupt? Pictures galore were taken, anyone that walked near the table was called over to strike pose after pose for the fourty cameras we all had. After dinner we headed to see BEauty and the Beast. I have never been more amazed by anything in my life. Even the most impatient boy-like guys in band I know were some of the first to give it a gigantic standing ovation. I loved every second of it. I even started saying the guy that played Lumiere was my boyfriend. I would hang out with him on the weekend and try on his candlestick costume. God, it was amazing. I have so much respect for those people. Night after night for like five years it's been around - the show is so tight and perfect. I just want to be one of the three gals that swoons over Gaston. After "Be Our Guest," the audience applauded for like 5 minutes. Lumiere and Belle started laughing, but even the slight break in character fitted the carefree moods they were supposed to have at the moment anyways. I want to be on Broadway. more later - i have to shower and do some make-up work. ewwwwwwwwww. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, April 22, 2002; 11:15 p.m..
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Why, thank you Miss Laura for the entry title. Anyways - I haven't written since Friday. I thought it had been longer than that, but apparently not. Saturday morning was the pre-UIL competition. We went, we played, we got a 2 overall, and a 1 in sight-reading. I thought I did mediocre, and yet when we listened to the tape in class on Monday and I actually I heard myself, I was content. The kid behind me told me that my solo was his favorite part in the music and he's glad he sits behind me so he can hear it. Cute. Sometime during the weekend, I think it was Friday night, Rachel, Nairuti, and I went to Denny's to get some pie. What actually happened was Rae got cheese fries, I got chocolate cake a la mode, and Nairuti got pie. 1 for 3. Aiight. Hahaha. And I think I wrote about this already. Oops. Oh well. Saturday afternoon was a return to Denny's with my sister and Madeline for lunch. I asked.. I dunno, even though my sister and I live together, we really don't do much besides sit around and yell at each other. And every now and then we just act incredibly goofy. So lunch was nice, and I was going to go to the mall with her and Sarah, but I had to quickly escape to the NHS social at Alison's house. Myhd and I showed up before even Ali did, and we just hung around and watched tv. Casey came over and we watched a bit of MTV2 (Phantom Planet + Moldy Peaches commercial = HOORAH!), a bit of VH1 Classic, and some Clarissa Explains it All. I dunno if I've said this yet, but Friday was the end of the 5th six weeks. That means - HIGH SCHOOL IS UNOFFICIALLY OVER FOR ME. Anyways, I left early from the social as my Aunt Sue sent me $50, so I headed to the mall. I bought a sweater from CASUAL CORNER. It tells you how bad Hot Topic has gotten when I prefer to shop at the businesswoman's store. After that I decided to go to the movies, and I ended up going alone. Yep, Kim flew solo. It was really fun. I got there and ran into a few people I know who invited me to join them. I wasn't really wanting to see The Rookie so I passed. Initially I was planning on seeing Changing Lanes, but changed my mind last minute and saw The Sweetest Thing. Selma Blair and Christina Applegate are adorable. I could've done without the penis in the eye, and Selma didn't really have to get caught on the piercing, and yet I laughed hysterically. It was kind of sad to see a movie that has a backburner plot about really good girlfriends all by my lonesome, but I still left in a good mood. Sunday was the NYU information session, and Sharon didn't really get to pay attention since she had to watch Madeline in a different room since she was being loud (I dunno why we didn't try to find a babysitter), but I ran into my buddy Kunal. All in all, the session was cool, and it just further made me want to go to NYU. Monday involved nothing too important except for NHS, ProGrad, and listening to Mr. Chauvin talk about his love for Rush and wanting to buy bootlegs from some guy in St. Louis. Mrs. Anderson mentioned Guided by Voices. It's so weird. The history teachers are the coolest teachers in the school, but the english teachers like the best music. Chauvin was talking about how English teachers like good music because they like good lyrics, and that makes sense. Go Mr. C! I don't even think he really remembers me, even though I only had him about 2 years ago. This morning I awoke to Madeline trying to climb in my bed, and my sister said later on in the day she was still going "Titi! Titi!" and trying to run off to find me because she was angry I wouldn't let her stay in my bed. So cute. I wanted to write about how great The Osbournes is, and how much I would love to spend one day in that household cleaning up dog poo with Elijah Wood, but alas, I'm going to go watch Seinfeld. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, April 16, 2002; 10:21 p.m..
All you wanted was somebody who cares, if you need me you know I'll be there.  Youre Michelle Branch! Youre the girl nextdoor type of gal. Youve got a down-to-earth feel about you, and youre not afraid to be original. Youre still trying to find yourplace in life, but that doesnt mean youre not enjoying the trip. Rich and famous? Sure! But youre not gonna let that go to your head. ;D What Kind of Pop Princess Are You? Quiz by Jonah I don't understand it, but I can't handle compliments. I've gotten a few in the past couple of days, and I never know what to say. I mean, sure, there's a "thanks," but then I typically blush or quickly change the conversation. I don't know. Anyways, been busy per usual. Thursday night was the band concert, so I skipped the AP Gov't Review session and went home to hang out. The concert went okay - before Cajun, Mr. S took the time to mention me. Up until that moment I had been fine. But once I had to listen to him raving about me, I freaked out. My solo? Shaky. I wanted to cry. Everyone told me I did really good, even a few parents, but I really think I did bad. I didn't even want to face Mr. Severns the next day. Sigh. We have competition tomorrow - have to be at school at 7am to perform at 9am. Oy. In 3 weeks, band will pretty much be over for me. Wow. That's such a strange thought. I'm thinking in college I'm definately going to join some jazz ensemble or something. I have a growing attachment to my saxophone, and if the worst happens, I can always wail in the subways for change. Haha. I was laying on the floor barefoot in Economics and Mr. Kleinschmidt tickled my foot. It freaked me out cause I wasn't expecting it. He walked off laughing. Mr. Kleinschmidt it so cool. I've downloaded so much John Mayer tonight I think I'm going to pee my pants. I instant messaged David tonight. I think we have the weirdest relationship in the whole world. We don't talk to each other for months at a time, we start talking, we argue a bit, we talk more, we stop talking. I still feel horribly bad that I haven't mailed his shirt yet. GOD. It's almost been a year. I need to go to the post office tomorrow morning, so I'll do it then. I hope. I don't have a box. You can buy them at the post office, right? Went to Denny's with Nai and Rachel. It was pretty cool, the three of us haven't done something as a trio in FOREVER. I'm going to miss them next year.. I don't know how they'll feel about me though. I mentioned them visiting me or something, and they seemed very "Ehh.." about the whole idea. I guess thinking someone might come to NYC to visit me would be ludicrous, but yet given our history, maybe it wouldn't be too ridiculous a suggestion. I dunno. I guess sometimes I expect too much from people. And sometimes others expect too much from me.. Sigh. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, April 12, 2002; 11:36 p.m..
I figured I would just tack on the fun and merriment of being called Ramen noodles with an actual entry. So at 3:30 am on a school night, I sit and write. Without contacts no less. So please excuse any and all typos. I had a dream a few nights ago about my dad that kind of cheered me up. You see, for the past year and a half of my life I've struggled everyday with the whole deal of not having a father. Check out the new Teen People. They talk about this model who commited suicide and they somehow managed to link up people being fat to not having a close relationship with daddy. What the fuck? Are they TRYING to make people feel bad for not only being overweight, but also not having a normal 1950s happy-go-lucky daddy's little angel parent/daughter relationship? Whatev. Anyways - my dream. I had this dream that my dad resurrected or whatever and we went to this festival to see The Beatles. Well, Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr. Paul McCartney didn't show up.. so instead, we got, Joe Cocker. (How's that for the story of my life?) Anyways, that eve-ah-ning, my father passed away again. When I found him the next morning, I smiled and felt this eerie calm. In short, I think I've finally come to terms with the fact that I have no pops to help me lose weight (SCREW *YOU* TEEN PEOPLE), and it's all good in the hood. Today since it was stormy and my car is stupidly un-insured for the week, I didn't go to school until 5th period. We worked on our college town brochures (I swear my teacher just loves to watch me have the largest projects in history) as the high school turmoil went on around me. Alison needed a prom date. Tanuja asked Fahad to ask her. Fahad asked Alison Friday night. Fahad originally planned to ask Toni. Toni wanted to go with Fahad. Blah blah blah, insert a few catty remarks and some tears, and you get A MAJOR HIGH SCHOOL SITCH. I haven't been involved in one of those in ages. I found it incredibly uninteresting, when really I should have maybe felt a little sympathetic to SOMEBODY. I dunno. Maybe it's a me sliding back into my nonchalant side. Shruggity Shrug. Went to Nairuti's to watch Six Feet Under and we ended up exchanging pictures as I drew blind contours of the cast (some things just can't ever die). It wasn't really that great of an episode, although we weren't paying much attention. She was sketching for her portfolio, and I was looking through, well, everything. Got the mail and low and behold, there was the tape from Mandy of JBTV. I watched Alexander and Jason play videos (WHY DID I NEED TO SEE PETE*YORN AND BEN LEE, WHY?) and intro their new one. First off, I will say this. Alexandra, I love you. You crack me up. Anyways, I liked the video. Sure it's nothing new, but then again ... we can't all be Radiohead. The opening with the breast shot (or as Alex said, "There's a ... rack.. if I can say that.") is a little too much, and the Darren topless causes me to repeatedly shout WHY?! in between spurts of gagging and wanting to pull my eyes out of their sockets. Overall though, I like it. I think the shots of them in the white room show the crazy PP performance side that I love, not to mention the "aww"-inducing li'l intimate moment between Alex and Jason (why is Jason playing off of Alex's butt? I don't know. And yet I laughed.) I especially love the "Dan Fields kicks ass!" sign and the Sam holding hands with the Bikini Bandits. Aww. I want to jump on a trampoline holding Sam's hand. Or we could just frolick in daisies. Either way. I am going to end this now and either toss and turn in bed some more or clean my toilet. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, April 8, 2002; 03:28 p.m..
Hit rock bottom and everybody knows it, but does anybody care how you got there? Admit to yourself that everything's a problem, but when it comes down, what do you care? Losing California, Inch by inch sit back and watch it go. Coming in clearly, dance dance dance to the radio. And everybody loves it, but nobody knows what it stands for. You're into yourself in dark sunglasses, and elevated all til it means more. And move out to California, inch by inch is all you need to know. Coming in clearly, dance dance dance to the radio. Sometimes it's too much you're gonna get right out of your mind. Sometimes it's too much you're gonna go right out of your mind.-Sloan, Losing California So, I think the decision has become pretty clear that I'm going to NYU. I'm SO excited. It's amazing. Everyone's been so cool about it. Hell, even Christopher Cron told me I should go. And he's hot. (I was being sarcastic. Shut up, Alex.) I got my aid package, and it was a pretty hefty sum. They're paying for about half. So that means I'll be in debt for a little less than the rest of my life. Still. It rocks and rolls. When you go from "I'm going to be 160,000 in debt" to "I'm going to be about 80,000 or less" in debt, it's nice. Nice, nice, nicety nice. Friday afternoon was the lame band party. I decided to go, jazz band played, other things happened blah. I ate pizza and chatted with the Lisa's, Grant, Johann, Lonny, and a couple of others. Grant's in love with my niece, and he refuses to pronounce her name correctly. Grrr Arg. Today was the Earth Day Festival. I wanted to go, but yet I didn't. So I didn't. I didn't see Remy Zero or Vanessa Carlton or Natalie Imbruglia or Sugar Ray or Shaggy or Sheryl Crow. And yet I'm only semi-upset about Remy. Whom I love so much. But they were playing first - so by 11:30 am or so I would've been ready to go home. Haha. Instead Nairuti, Jennifer, and I went prom dress shopping. I wanted to try on all the expensive dresses I would never be able to afford, but they didn't really have them in my size. So instead I tried on this one whore-like dress that was extremely low (yet really pretty.. if only it raised like an inch in the front), and this other princess-y red dress that wouldn't zip up in the back. We went to Dillard's and found this red dress I kinda sorta like. Maybe I'll get it. Maybe not. Anup has to buy the tickets first. Yeah, I have a prom date. Weird, no? It's weird enough I'm going to prom. I'm starting to really miss high school. Kinda sucks. Oh well. Just two more months. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, April 7, 2002; 12:40 a.m..
 I'm Homer, who are you? by Lexi I'm listening to Phantom Planet cover "Yakety Yak." I was looking something up because of something Eva said, and I noticed that I first downloaded PP on July 22, 2000. Weird. Today was pretty neat for the simple fact that I got to FINALLY tell everyone I got into NYU. I told Rachel and Adam by saying, "You guys are going to college! And I'm going to college!" To which they responded, "uh.. yeah.." before I gave them the details. Rae jumped up and hugged me and Adam had some form of a happy response. Who knows with him. Haha. Went to Psychology, said hey to Granty Grant, leaned over and whispered, "I got into NYU." He started at me kind of shocked for a bit, stood up, high fived me, looked shocked some more, and then hugged me. It was adorable. I'm totally going to miss my little brother. We discussed how cool it'll be if I book his band shows in New York. "Hey Grant, wanna go do something this weekend?" "Nah man, my band is playing in New York." We did some weird visual exercises as we discussed the importance of light and the Young-Helmholz theory. Study hall.. went to the band hall with Traci and hung out in a practice room. Humanities, I showed Jonathon my acceptance letter which lead to everyone that walked in the class going, "Where'd you get in?" as others asked me about USC, etc. Hugs, high fives, handshakes all around. Unfortunately Mr. Parry wasn't there to be enthusiastic with me. I had a long chat with Barbara in English about college - Mrs. Anderson wasn't there and she only left us a really pointless and boring packet to do. We have a timed writing to do. I am SO sick of those. So sick. Before class, someone walked in and hugged me. I was a little freaked because I had no idea who it was. Then I realized it was Jess Bess. She was almost crying and she said, "you have to come visit me before you become chief justice!!" i was so confused until I realized she had heard about NYU. She hugged me again like 4 times that day. Jess is so great. She's going to A&M with Jennifer, Rachel, Adam, and (HOPEFULLY!!!!) Emily. Band. Bleh. Economics. Double bleh. After school was an EHS meeting and Emily and I were acting so incredibly goofy - attacking Adam, unzipping his backpack, punching him in the shoulder. I dunno why, but it was really funny. Then band practice for an hour. We had an NHS meeting, and for some reason I decided I wanted to bring Madeline. She was really well-behaved for awhile as Grant played around with her, and then she turned into a demon child running around the auditorium and hiding. Yet it was still cute. Sigh. Long day tomorrow, so I'd better get some sleep. Adieu. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, April 3, 2002; 12:14 a.m..
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This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, April 1, 2002; 03:19 a.m..
Well, well. I GOT INTO NYU!! Yeehaawww! New York, New York, a heck of a town. Hehe! Woo. I called like four people. Not a lot, but yet, a lot. Bought the Donnie Darko DVD. I love it. I love Jake and Alexander and Seth and woooooo greatness. Friday night, Nairuti, Jennifer, and I decided to go see The Blue Script (aka Grant's band) at LazerRage. The show was good, per usual. When we showed up I headed to the bathroom where I ran into Molly and Aaron. That really shocked me, because Aaron's Mr. College now, so I haven't seen him in awhile. (He goes to Abilene Christian, so he's pretty far away) We got to giggle at Andrew's rockin' out, and the girl's that yelled and squealed at the boys. It feels great when Grant steps up to the mic to sing his song and everybody cheers - his song is everyone's favorite. That's so awesome. so don't live, don't dream, i know you'll find the orange. After they played, we decided to go get something to eat, so I went to say hey to Grant and leave. He hugged me, we chatted a bit, and then I talked some more to Aaron. I went to hug him, and he was still hugging me as I pulled away. He's one of those big long huggers, so it's not strange at all. I felt kind of embarrassed for no reason. I'm a dork. We headed off to House of Pies where I got a grilled three cheese sandwich (I am proud to say that there was only one meat fiasco on a Friday during all of Lent, and it was a corn dog.. so it wasn't too big of a mistake. Booyah.) and a brownie. We sampled each other's pie and split a dinner roll. Yum. Then we headed to Border's and read magazines as I showed everybody Eva's name in CosmoGirl. We were practically forced out when it closed, and then we headed home. Today I went to the mail box and got two wonderful letters. My "congratulations, you're Who's Who Among American High School Students again," letter, and my acceptance to NYU. I ran all the way home with Madeline in my arms in an emotionally frozen state. I couldn't cry, I couldn't shout, I just laughed and kissed my niece as i ran up the stairs and thrust the letter at Sharon. We went to the grocery store and then Wing Stop for some celebration hot wings before heading for home. In all the celebration I received my Easter stuff early, including a car cd player which my sister sadly remarked, "Which you're probably not going to need anymore." I don't want to leave my car. I'm going to try desperately to find a relative with a garage and extra space so somehow I can bring it with me. Caaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Saturday, March 30, 2002; 08:27 p.m..
My computer is BAROOOOOOOOOOOQUE. "If it's not baroque, don't fix it!"-Beauty and the Beast
Frankly, I need a new monitor. And to all the weirdos that say "Monitors are relatively cheap - $100," I say, "Do you want to loan me $100?" I didn't think so. The fact that my sister got a Jetta, I have soon coming college costs, 3 DVD's, the band trip, and not to mention the possibility of me going to prom in the future before I can begin to think about splurging my monthly allowance on a monitor.
Bah humbug.
Well, life has sure been busy. Last Monday my friend offered me a free ticket to NSync. After rushing home, going to band from 3:50 - 5:50, rushing home again and eating dinner, rushing to NHS, leaving NHS, and rushing to the Compaq Center (in time to hear the story of my friend meeting Tony Lucca), I saw them boys again. It was kinda fun. I didn't yell, I had a voice the next day, but it was still pretty neat. They covered a few Beatles songs (and much to my joy, "hey Jude") and a few temptations songs, plus they danced and shimmied and did all kinds of crazy high-falootin' things. Ha.
Tuesday was just as busy, but I skipped band practice after school, went home, napped, and woke up to go to Rachel's. We made our "Cougar Candies" sign for Market Day, as well as some "serving size" labels for the jars. Wednesday was more market day work, as we put all the candies in the jars and I got home at 12 so we could haul them to school Thursday and Mr. K. could be sure about all of our projects.
Somewhere in all this I had an English quiz, an Economics test, and a Psychology test.
Friday was market day. It was kind of crappy having it 7th period - we didn't get to show off our senior crowns or other cool items, but Rachel and I sold all our M&M's. And I got a black and red picture frame to match my room. As well as a bunch of other things I will probably never use (including an origami butterfly pin with my name on it in Japanese), but boy was it fun.
Friday night was the "Bring on the Bands" event. I got there late because Nathan told me that Frank had asked if I could take them and since I have to be nice, I went about 10 minutes out of the way. BAH. The Blue Script was already on when we got there, but at least I didn't miss Grant's song. He looked so nervous. It was fun. The other bands were .... interesting to say the least, but at least I had *ahem* the love of my life (that would be the one who's merely the love of my life in my imagination) there to talk to me about Phantom Planet, Rooney, and why he hates the Strokes. I said such classic lines as, "Yeah, I really like a lot of lame bands." I ROCK. :P
Saturday I had no computer so I spent the day trying to write a research paper by hand and realizing how computer dependent I have truly become. Sad. Went over to Ang's to watch The Glass House which was really awful before leaving when she got all mad that she couldn't change the channel and I had settled on SNL. Which was funny. "So, Armageddon was filmed on location in Montana?" "Houston." "Of course! Houston! Delightful." Will Ferrell rocks it.
Sunday I went back to Angela's to type up my research paper, annotated bibliography, and works cited page before watching the Academy Awards. I laughed, I cried, I yelled in amazement at the fact that my BROTHER RICK SANBERG was in a commercial for J.C. Penney's. If you see a commercial with a little girl growing up to a woman singing "I'll Be There," and still shopping at Penney's, and somewhere in the middle she takes prom pictures with a goofy-looking peacock man in a blue tuxedo, that's my Ricky.
Cute, cute, cute.
Called Alex on Monday to tell her have fun at the ol' PP show, and then called her back letter when I got a sneaky, deceitful letter from el N-Y-U (in da hizouse?). We chatted as I proved how stupid I really could be, and I got a little too sarcastic at points. (I LOVE YOU ALEX, REALLY, I'M JUST A MEAN MEAN SARCASTIC GIRL) She is going to be enjoying Jeopardy and PP and Rooney today while I, well, study for the Economics test tomorrow. Glorious. Alex also gets to see SMEEPING Paul McCartney with everybody's favorite Gray (uh, well, he's the only Gray I know). Now do you see why the font is green? If it's not, then I don't care because I have no time to proofread this. :)
And with that, I'm off to return to my study hall for a five minute nap. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, March 26, 2002; 10:12 a.m..
CD's Next to my Computer (aka the Ones I'm Currently Listening To Far Too Much):
 Well, well. I have a bunch to write about so there will be a complete entry later. Of course, right now is just a little hum dee dum boredom rambling. NSync was on Monday. I'll talk about that later when I actually write the entry, but for now, let's just have a fun fact: Justin Timberlake is damned flexible. And with that I go off to Rachel's to work on our lovely market day project. Pray we don't fail. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, March 20, 2002; 06:12 p.m..
"And most importantly, don't lose your keys."-Mr. Keaton, Family Ties I've been redeveloping my childhood love of Family Ties. Watching the reruns on Nick-At-Nite and what not. So let's see, where was I? Ah. New York.  Wednesday. Nairuti and I woke up at noon to a rainy, gloomy day. I couldn't find my purse or my wallet for awhile, and then I got a broken umbrella. But all was okay in the end. We walked through Washington Square Park, past NYU, and down to St. Mark's in some of the most horrible weather there ever was. Ate lunch at the McDonald's next to the Continental Club simply because it was close, cheap, and warm. Then once we got bored we headed off to Times Square. There was no TRL that day, so unfortunately we didn't get to laugh at the legions of teenyboppers and pinch Carson's head through the window (anybody see that episode of Kids in the Hall?). We spent about an hour in the Virgin Megastore, sampling c.d's, reading magazines, and just looking around. After a trip to the MTV store, we headed back to Queens. The evening was full of trips to the deli, weird pictures, and Tony Hawk. I asked my cousin Michael to do something funny for the camera, and he disappeared for five minutes before coming back with his face covered in shaving cream. We also took a picture of me putting a Fast Break wrapper in Crystal's eyes, me + Tony Hawk on the TV, the dog I call "Pillow," and various other things. My cousin then proceeded to pull out a receipt book and write tickets for things such as "Blocking pathway with ass." Crystal and I did our impression of Michael and Louis, as she blew bubbles and I ran after them shouting, "I'M BUBBLE MAN! I can catch 93889 at one time!" We tried to pull some sort of all-nighter downstairs, but we all fell asleep around 3am only to wake up at 5. Houston, sweet Houston. I came home and had to break in since my sister forgot to leave the keys under the mat. When she showed up she came toting a big envelope.
"Does this mean you got into a college?" And there it was. My acceptance packet to USC. The excitement of it all made me want to go to Adam's party. And off I went. The shindig was pretty uneventful, although The Blue Script played a good set. "We're local, so it's okay to be crappy." Grant was the only one who made any true attempt to rock out, althought it was all in fun. At the end I walked up to him and told him he was my hero. He laughed and then I told him my good USC news. He proceeded to give me high five after high five when Casey walked up, "Wow, Grant's just getting all the girls tonight." "Hey! She got into USC!!" Then Casey proceeded to high five me about 25 times. It was quite fun. I talked to Marcus, Shaleen, and Laura. Marcus and Shaleen are college kids now, so I haven't seen them in a long time, and I barely talked to them as it was. We discussed their band that will be called C-Squared (aka Culture Crazy.. or Crazy Culture.. whichever). They won't reveal what that means until the VH-1 Behind the Music, and all their songs will be sung in the universal language - MATHEMATICS. The first hit? Quadratic formula, complete with NSync dance moves. (*song stops* "Hold on a minute, we gotta get ready for this one." *lays down across stools to make square root sign*) Hilarity. At one point Jonathon walked up to me and said "Man, everybody's catching on to your Phantom Planet thing." Grant overheard and shouted, "Yeah! Everybody loves Phantom Planet!" Laura and Jonathon told me to tag along to see Superdrag with them, but since I then had Austin plans, I declined. Of course, I ended up not going to Austin or Superdrag and instead having a pleasant gift-exchanging evening (she bought me a dashboard hula girl and a lei) at Angela's as we watched O. I had heard good things about the movie, and yet it wasn't. The sex scene between Desi and Oden? Um, no. I did get to make funny commentary though: "EW! Why would you do that? She's greasy and smelly!" "Don't shoot the sexy! The sexy can't die!" "SMILE EVILLY! NOW, DAMMIT!" Six Feet Under was on tonight. That show never ceases to entertain me. I love it, love it, love it. Sigh. "MY BOBO?!" This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, March 18, 2002; 01:20 a.m..
I recommend that everyone download Phantom Planet's performance on Conan O'Brien. Impressive? Ah yeah. So, it was Spring Break. No school for a whole nine days. And it was nice. Went to New York with Nairuti. We had some fun, went to a bunch of places, did a bunch of stuff I hadn't done in a long time. On Monday we went to the Museum of Modern Arts. Got a student discount and took some survey to get another discount. Way to bring a 12.00 ticket down to 4.25! I loved it. It's really funny, but I had an urge to just touch all the paintings.. to just feel the paint and the canvas. There were three exhibits - the first one we looked at was Gerard Richter's. It was sort of odd, because we had discussed his Bader-Meinhoff gang paintings only the week before in Humanities. I found some of the artwork to be impressive, some to be weird, and some to just not be very good. The next collection we saw was the Life in New York photography exhibit. That was really neat, but then we went into the room showing the 9/11 pictures, and I saw all the people sitting there with the most horribly sad looks on their faces. Moved on to the famous art collection or whatever. They had a lot of Picasso, Van Gogh, and a Warhol and Pollack. Fun stuff. We moved on to just walking around and looking in stores on 5th Avenue (we took a picture of the "Playboy Enterprises" sign), went to FAO Schwarz, and then strolled through Central Park past the Delacorte Clock and Zoo. As we began to walk back to the subway, I randomly decided to make a turn and ended up in Rockefeller Center. We then proceeded to get sort of lost while stumbling upon every sight there is in NY (NBC, CBS, Radio City Music Hall, etc.) Tuesday was supposed to be devoted to seeing PP on conan, but when that didn't work out (and I'd rather not talk about it), we did some more shopping. I bought a $75 pair of pink Diesel sneakers at a store on Madison called Shoe Mania. (It's between 42nd and 43rd if anyone is curious) Then we headed to the Empire State Building. We went to the top and looked around (I put a quarter in the binoculars, and it's really scary when those things shut off) before meeting up with my cousin Kelly. She was interviewing people for three part time jobs at her work (She said "Aww I wish you lived up here cause I'd get you a job.. to which I say, I wish I lived there so my first job was with J.P. Morgan, too) so she couldn't sit down and have lunch with us, but we went to the deli and she showed us a few places to eat in the area. It was a fun little 15 minute visit. We ended up eating lunch at the ridiculously expensive Friday's before heading back to Rockefeller Center and NBC Studios. I really wanted to take the NBC tour (and was secretly hoping to run into Alexander so I could molest him on the elevator), so we did. First we learned a little about the history of NBC through a short film with Katie Couric and Matt Lauer. The tour guide (who was quite the sexy one) had us all introduce ourselves and tell where we were from - turned out I was sitting next to someone from Austin. He explained to us a little about the foley artists and sound effects before we headed off to some of the studios. The first one we visited was Nightly News with Tom Brokaw. It's surprisingly way small, and I learned many a thing. Haha. For some reason, Conan's rehearsal was showing on one of the screens in the back - he looked really stressed out. I suppose some of the jokes just weren't working. Too bad I couldn't hear the audio. Hehe. Anyways, some of the stuff I learned. The image of the control room in the back is actually filmed in the morning and it runs on a 3 minute loop. So if someone walks in, they'll walk in continuously throughout the show - however, the show won't ever let you see that back screen for more than 3 minutes for you to notice. The Dateline desk is made with duct tape and plastic. It's not noticeable, but it will be when TV converts to digital, so they're going to have to change that. Kind of funny to think of Stone Phillips sitting behind a duct tape desk. The next stop was Rosie O'Donnell's studio which was WAAAY cold. NBC pumps in refrigerated air to counterbalance the heat from the lights, and since the lights were off in there, BRRRRRR. The studio is extremely small - it only holds 288 people. There are 3 or 4 cameras that pan the audience, and they pan the same people over and over. They also record the yelling and play it back through speakers that are under the seats to make it seem like there are hundreds and hundreds of people in there. Rosie is apparently notoriously nice to her audience, often putting cupcakes and some milk on each seat for them when they walk in. The next studio we went in, (and God was it magnificent) was Studio 8-H. That's right, ladies and gentleman, I was sitting in one of the chairs in the SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE studio. Oy vey. Unfortunately it still had up all the sets from the Colin Quinn Show, so I didn't get to see the infamous monologue stage or anything. Stuff I learned: the acoustics in there are so great that Frank Sinatra used to warm-up in the studio before any of his NY shows (it used to be the home of an orchestra show). No musical artist has ever turned down an appearance. The balcony seats are all from Yankee stadium. Lorne Michaels needed some help from his friend George Steinbrenner, who said "When your show gets cancelled, I want my seats back." The superstition of television and the entertainment industry: if a chair breaks or needs to be touched up, it is fixed right where it is. None of the seats are EVER removed from the studio. They receive 500,000 - 750,000 postcards for the ticket giveaway raffle each year and only give out 20 seats per show. The rest of the seats are given to friends of the cast, Lorne, talent scounts, industry insiders, etc. We exited the studio and they asked for a volunteer. So I volunteered (how could I resist?) I got to read the weather report off of a teleprompter while pointing to a map on a green screen. I never knew how difficult that was. Sexy tour guide played funny sound effects in the back, while other tour guide placed green pillows in front of me so I lost my arms and head and various other body parts. Then they had the green screen send me to Hawaii. Funny stuff. Tres interesting. I think I'll finish this later. It's monstrously huge. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, March 17, 2002; 11:52 a.m..
I'm heading off to Austin in a few (and hopefully to see the Moldy Peaches tonight at the SXSW), so I'll leave you with some things to ponder. New York = Twin Tower lights, MoMA, Rockefeller Center, Shoe Mania, Central Park, Dean and Deluca, NBC Studio Tour, Empire State Building, NYU, St. Mark's, Times Square, Virgin MegaStore recommends Phantom Planet, Tony Hawk ProSkater, Grand Theft Auto, Bubble Men, and pizza Adam's Party = The Blue Script, high fives all around, hot tub, chicken nuggets, more bubbles, the "Anti-Socials", the Suburbia dance, Mike, and yet more Phantom Planet. ("Everybody loves Phantom Planet now!") And in fun news: I got into USC. Can I get a what, what? That provided for some fun usage of exclamation points between me and Rick. Until I get the chance to write 3048 pages on the busiest week ever, adieu. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, March 15, 2002; 11:23 a.m..
Watching: Becoming Sum41 - that guy looks/acts nothing like Bizzy D. Can't even do the robot. The drummer is pretty good though. And they actually shaved some girl's hair off. The "Pain for Pleasure" part - hysterical. Thursday was Remy Zero, and Nairuti and I had been kind of hesitant about going at first (we didn't voice our ideas until we were in the car, though), but we made our way there. Played some pool (I won!), read the Houston Press, and saw a guy that looked like Rick Sanberg. Bought The Golden Hum finally and got a free poster along with it. The opening band, Home Town Heroes went on about 9. They were pretty good, the singer looked like Casey Affleck if you squinted and tilted your head to the right angle. The guitar player was funny, mentioning his love of Texas Barbeque Fritos. At 10:30 or so, Remy Zero came out (to "The Golden Hum") and rocked my socks off. Cinjun has an awesome voice. He reminds me of Noseferatu sometimes.. what with the baldness, the long fingers, and the weird hand movements to go along with him. I would've cast him in Shadow of the Vampire. The show ended and we left grabbing some free Home Town Heroes stuff on the way out. It was midnight, and despite the fact we had school the next day, we headed to Denny's. Since it was technically Friday, I had to settle for some cheese fries. Friday involved a very pointless school day. We only really did anything in two of my classes - psychology and band. I graded some papers for Kleinschmidt in Economics with Rachel. We're on better terms now, I think. After a hectic trip to the registrar's, and an encounter that involved me running in front of Adam's moving car, I headed home.
Nairuti wasn't so sure about going to the instore, she still hadn't started packing or anything, but I quickly convinced her. Actually.. it didn't take much.
We got to Cactus about 5:30 and looked around at some albums. I discussed the Phantom Planet cd as Cedric perused the albums around us. I wanted to say something to him, but I refrained. A little later I noticed a PHANTOM PLANET DISPLAY. They had about 8 posters, a contest sign-up, and a few cds out on a table. I, very slowly and un-suavelike, took one down, folded it up, and put it in my purse. We then sat down on the floor with the rest of the crowd and waited for the show to start. It was amazing. The set only lasted about a half hour, but it was awesome. Cinjun forgot lyrics (to "life in rain"), laughed, joked around with everyone, took a request, and basically.. I felt like I was at a much more intimate VH1 Storytellers. When it ended (with "Save Me".. which sounds odd acoustically), I turned around and realized there were like a 100 people there. People standing in every aisle, while I had been sitting about 3 people back from the stage. We walked to this one area that ended up being near the beginning of the line, and waited. Cedric and Cinjun were the first people we got to - they were all standing behind the cd listening booth. Cinjun: What's your name? They signed Nai's cd cover and my poster, Cinjun drawing a smiley face that he put far too much effort into, and then we took a picture. Cedric was kind of in the background, and Cinjun had his arms around the both of us. Next was Jeffrey, but since our stuff had moved already, we didn't even get to talk to him. It's okay though, he's the one we chatted with most after the Travis show. Then was Gregory and Leslie. Leslie reminds me a lot of Jacques for some reason. I dunno, he's just rockin. I asked Greg if he remembered Sam and her Rice Krispie Treats. Gregory: Yeah! I remember the Rice Krispie Treats. Gregory and Leslie were so great. We took a picture with them, they had us come behind the booth (G: "Come on in here!"), I shook hands, told them good job last night, and since the booth is right next to the door, grabbed a few fliers and we left. Remy Zero: Sweetest guys ever. We went back to Nairuti's where we ordered pizza and watched some TV before I came home to pack. Went to sleep at about 12 only to wake up at 4am and not get on the flight today. It's a rather long story that I don't feel like getting into at all, but let's just say I got frisked for no reason. I hate airports. Tomorrow's flight looks better though, so I'm gonna go now and wait for my sister to get back with my Denny's. Even though I was really hoping for Wing Stop. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Saturday, March 9, 2002; 08:52 p.m..
I'm in the school library right now, doing a big bunch of nothing. We had a timed writing in English today, and therefore third lunch. I don't really feel like facing Adam and Rachel today. I'll see Rachel in seventh period, but I don't feel like eating lunch with her. Hopefully Alison or Adam doesn't bring things up. Ugh. My face keeps getting paler and paler. Winter needs to end so I can get a tan, darnit! I mean, my arms are still dark, but my face is as white as a ghost. Teachers are getting free pizza in here for lunch. I want someee. haha.. Remy Zero is tonight. That's neat. I think I'm gonna miss Friend's. Is it even new tonight? Who knows. I'll check NBC when I'm done writing. I realized that a book I checked out for my research paper was due back last Wednesday. Oops. I returned it today, I'll have to check it back out tomorrow - I'm going to need it over Spring Break. A bunch of people found out whether they got into UT yesterday. Alison and Laura did, yay! I sent in my application the day it was due, so I'm probably not going to find out for another week or two. I checked my online status anyways and found exactly what I thought I would: "we are in the processing of reviewing blah blah blah" So congrats to those new Longhorns. Woo! Hey, if all else fails, I'm still a horned frog. *makes the horned frog hand sign* This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Thursday, March 7, 2002; 12:06 p.m..
Suzanne (the single head of the Phantom Planet fan club) is such a psycho bitch. I'm sorry, there's absolutely nothing anybody could say to convince me otherwise. For a good, fun example, look at the following. Someone named Stephanie who has a fansite for Jason felt the need to fight with the Phantom Planet organization and call us names and insult us. Send her an e-mail if you would like to join us in telling her that she sucks (Here's another email address for her). (That's in response to this) Click here: Newsflash
me: i really dont like suzanne too much Anyways.. I GOT INTO COLLEGE!! As of yesterday, I officially could become a Horned Frog if by May 1st I so choose to do. Woohoo! It was so exciting I almost cried. TCU (Texas Christian) is like my 4th choice, but it's better to have gotten atleast one choice. And it's not like my choices are so far apart that it's like "eh." I'm truly excited. I jumped up and down. And danced. The only thing that sucks is in the letter it doesn't say what you were accepted on. Who knows what my possible major could be? I think I selected radio-tv-film. They supposedly have a good school for that. Amy's all excited that I might go; she doesn't know anybody else who even applied there. It's her first choice. Her sister goes there, she's a journalism major, and I guess they're close (I didn't even know she had a sister.. but I don't really know too much about Amy). Watched Stand By Me last night, and I can't stop saying "Walkin' talkin' Jesus!" Who would've thought Jerry O'Connell would've grown up to look the way he does? Not I. And go John Cusack. Everytime I see the movie though, I wonder if Gordie will ever get Denny's baseball cap back. And if Teddy will ever get glasses that aren't bigger than his face. Spring Break is only three days away... ahhh. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, March 5, 2002; 09:09 p.m..
I don't really remember the last time I wrote. Hmm.. doesn't matter anyways. Friday night I was babysitting while my sister went to the Bad Religion/Less Than Jake show (ahh jealousy). She called after LTJ to tell me they were "cute." Angela called to tell me she was probably not going to do anything that night, and that she would call me later. She never called me back, so I was a little peeved, but Saturday I found out why. Her dog had drowned in the neighbor's pool and she spent the night in her room in a very sad state. I felt mighty bad. So I woke up at 9 on Saturday and headed off to the Mission Bend Elementary Spring Fling where I painted faces for four hours. I will start off by saying this, I am in no ways (well.. discounting blind contour) an artist. We had little stencils that were meant for drawing on paper, and so some of them came out really weird on faces. I was a pro at the butterflies and the glitter application, but the one guy that wanted a camouflage jet on his face.. well.. who wants a green and black blob? The first kid I painted was so cute. He wanted a little doggie on his face because he loves dogs and wants to be a vet. He talked for awhile, and I remembered my fondness for little kids. I even painted another dog on his face because his choice was really little. Later on I saw that kid running by tears streaming down his face. Things were fun though, because my buddy Michelle ended up being there. She used to go to my school, but she had to transfer to the new one. Damn district zoning forcing me to lose Michi and Suraag. I haven't seen Suraag since like.. homecoming. I went to my Aunt's after that, since it was about five minutes away, and we had a pretty good conversation. Then Timothy came home and things went downhill. She got pissed off because Tim wouldn't vacuum, so she went to mop the floor (they're moving and she was showing the house to someone), and I left soon after that. Angela called me later and we decided to go eat. Cafe East it was. Well, first it was Friday's, and then Chili's since it's closer, but then I freaked out at the possibility that my old crushy Matt might be there, so we went to Cafe East across the street. There were cute preppy boys making eye contact with me and the waitress kept giving us weird looks. If it wasn't a buffet, I would question the food. Anyways, we got the fortune cookies, and after spicing them up with the "in bed" suffix, my fortune cookie ended up saying, "Use your talents. They're what you are good at - in bed." Went back to Angela's and we watched tv since everything was out at the video store. She was kind of bored of the whole thing, since I like good music and couldn't stop putting the tv on Much Music or MTV2. We checked out groupiecentral.com and made fun of everyone on there before she took me home. Watched SNL. Mmmm.. Johnny Mosley. At the beginning I thought, "hey hes cute." At the end I was like, "djklfjakljgrkjre*drool*kfjgkjtrgjk." And YAY FOR CHRIS PARNELLLLLLLLL. How I had missed him.. Boo to Dashboard having been sold out and me missing Ben Kweller. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, March 3, 2002; 01:03 p.m..
The needle on my record player has been wearing thin, This record has been playing since the day you've been with him.-New Found Glory, Hit or Miss The Corey Feldman version of that video rocks it. Hmm Hmm Hmmity Hmm.
"Do I have to keep saying hot, young actor Josh Hartnett?" I really am sick of just writing recap after recap, so we'll just go with this. I spent most of my thinking time today pondering over the strange situation that is my relationship life (or lack there of). It probably has something to do with seeing Josh Hartnett on Kilborn last night (that's where that quote is from). I had the hugest crush in the world on him when he was a freshman. I even wrote him a letter in the hope we would someday marry (he likes JAZZ and he's sarcastic and intelligent and brooding and tall). I got an autograph back. Neat either way. Anyways.. so yes, Josh Hartnett was my perfect guy back in the day, and it made me wonder.. what the hell am I looking for? Certainly not an emo boy. I would end up shooting myself and then he would attempt suicide that would end up being the basis for his most beautiful song which would bring tears to the eyes of the emorific youth of America. I just want a pretty punk rock boy. A Mike Herrera.. a Julian Casablancas (well, he's just a pretty rock boy).. a Kris Roe. Someone to take me to shows but not to seem too intrigued about the nature and discourse of the way the stars shine in different climates. That'd be nice. Oh yeah, baby. Hahahahhahaha. I cut this awful short because I need to file fake taxes for economics. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Thursday, February 28, 2002; 10:36 p.m..
I love being sick. Really. I missed three of my classes today, but I actually feel a lot better now. Maybe some extra sleep and a ton of medicine is exactly what I needed. Houston's freezing tonight. It's weird pulling out the sweaters and coats at the end of February, watching neighbors cover their plants with blankets, and everyone preparing everything else for a deep freeze. Adam paid me for his Social Distortion shirt, and after a too long band sectional after school, I rushed to Best Buy to check out the Phantom Planet CD. They didn't have it in the new releases section, so I almost left. On a whim I decided to just check under P anyways, and I found about 8 or 9 copies. The total came out to about $15.14 (way too expensive for a band that 75% of the populus has never heard of) I came home and listened. I am slightly disappointed with the album versions, but I still love the cd. I know it won't be leaving my cd player anytime soon, and even though I'm mad that they ruined one of my favorites ("All Over Again"), I know that I'll jam to it until I grow exceedingly tired of the track. I'm really, REALLY thrilled that "The Guest," and "Do the Panic" made it onto the special cd though. "Do the Panic" is totally one of my favorite Phantom Planet songs, and despite the bleeped out curse and the mention of Pete*Yorn (shudder), it rules. I suppose that's it for now. Nothing to write about. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, February 27, 2002; 12:18 a.m..
Last night, I went to the TCU (Texas Christian University) information session. Angela tagged along with me since my sister decided not to go, and we were about 15 minutes late. There was this really nice guy who signed us in and handed us name tags and everything who later turned out to be one of TCU's most esteemed professors. His name? Dr. Phil Hartman. No jokes were made, although I thought of a million. Sophomore students spoke a little, the guy talked about Greek life (I laughed and thought of the episode of Undeclared with Samm Levine), and I drank Diet Pepsi. They mentioned (many times) their most famous alumni Chris Klein, and I can't help but wonder if I'll stumble into his path and take his greasy mind off of Katie Holmes if I were to go there. It's all a big part of this weird extravagant dream I had involving me and Sean Lennon and lunch at a Thai restaurant in NY. Today seemed to take forever. In Psychology, I deemed Grant my "best friend for the day," and we chatted a bit. Seems his band might open for The Calling (aka the band with the Aaron Carter at 20 lead singer) on Wednesday. I wouldn't put money on it, but apparently their "manager" (who by all accounts should totally be me) knows "the lady." Who "the lady" is, why, that is the question. Whether tis nobler in the mind... blah blah blah. Anyways, we came up with the plan that if they DO play with the Calling, I'll go as "their roadie, Cliff."
"Who's that? Eddie Van Halen?" The rest of the day was boring and hideously long. I rushed home to change (I wore my new skirt that I bought at Trash and Vaudeville.. got a million compliments, and Kevin noticed that I got a hair cut. Go people for noticing!), loaded a new background onto my pita, before having to rush back to school for 2 HOUR BAND SECTIONALS. Watson yelled at me because Justin stole my flip-flop. Yes, I'm causing a distraction in class and I have no control, but DAMMIT I WANTED MY SHOE BACK. Justin apologized profusely, and all was forgiven. I was reminded of the time that Justin was simply sitting there and Watson turned to him to say "Justin, define ENRAGED for me," when he (for once) had been doing nothing at all. Came home, searched for my points sheet, and rushed back to school for the NHS meeting. Jennifer took the time to write "KIM LOVES BATMAN" on my arm (and Casey later added "and Robin"), while a big bunch of nothing went on. I reminded Grant that he only had a few hours left to be my best friend, and I hugged him. He didn't really hug me back, and I guess I should've figured it out - he always acts different when Casey's around. It's so odd. I've never seen a tinge of jealousy between the two of them ever, yet for some reason, he acts a certain way.. I don't think I've ever seen him treat anyone besides me differently when Casey's around. Came home, ate some dinner, and scrubbed the graffiti off of my arm. Tomorrow = Kim gets her hands on The Guest. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, February 25, 2002; 11:15 p.m..
Wow. Life has been back to normal this week, what with school being boring, me being sick, but my friends being their wacky selves, community service, and movies. I got back to school on Wednesday, and (some) people noticed I got a haircut. It's this phenomenon with me: my hair gets long, so I start to wear it up ALL THE TIME. See, my hair is far too incredibly thick, and it annoys me and bothers my neck and makes me hot. So then I get a haircut, and nobody notices cause my hair was always up. (I still think it would be noticeable.. from wearing my hair in a big piece-y bun to not even being able to put my hair in a bun, but whatever.) TAAS week was lovely, and Rachel, Angela, and I went out for breakfast on Thursday morning. We went to IHOP where the chefs were incompetent and we ended up just having to take our food to go and eat it at lunch. I saw JessBess on Thursday and she freaked out, "AHH I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE BACK." She hugged me, we walked down the hall chatting a bit with our arms linked until we had to go our separate ways. Jessica rocks my socks. Her and the family are so cool. When I found out that I couldn't be in the prograd fashion show (the band trip is the same weekend), Jess shouted, "AHH I HATE YOU!" while her mom was like, "Nooo.. she doesn't mean that," *hug* "I know, Kim I don't mean that I love you I just hate that you can't be in it," *another hug* Cutest. family. ever. It's like Full House almost. Yet less cheesy and more enjoyable. In Economics on Friday she told me I had to be there everyday because she can't make it through class without me. And Jennifer was SO excited that I exercised my blind contour skills in NYC (Nairuti had told her - Jen taught me how. That's all we do in Economics) Friday morning in Psychology, I was sitting in my desk, and all of a sudden I said, 'Hey Grant? Come here.' He sits like, diagonally in front of me, so he kind of scooted forward in his chair a bit. "No, no, come here." He walked over and I gave him a hug. "I just realized that we haven't hugged each other in a really long time." It's kind of sad when you get so used to see somebody that you take it for granted. It used to be that me and Grant saw each other once a blue moon, so a hug was always in order. Now it's "Hey Grant!" *high five* That's the way it is with a lot of my friends this year. I suppose I can't complain, I'm really happy to finally have classes and/or lunch with everybody this year (except for Devin.. sniff). Nairuti and I hadn't had a class since 8th grade before this year. It was crazy. I don't have a class with Ang this year.. but I see her after Psych when she gets out of Eco. Rachel and I can't do the market day project we had planned, so now we're scraping for ideas. It sucks, it really sucks. Friday night Nairuti and I decided to go see Amelie, but after a Denny's pie run we ended up being too late. So we went to Cactus (she bought the PP EP, woo!) and looked around. I bought my sister Joey Ramone's solo album, and while standing at the counter I noticed a little sign informing customers of a Remy Zero in-store on March 8. AHHHHH. Love-smeeping-ly. After confirming that information at remyzero.com, I quickly decided that we have to go. Nairuti's gonna take off work, and we're gonna drag Rachel. It'll soften the blow of missing Ben Folds and his piano. Saturday morning I woke up and went to work at the JCL competition selling concessions for English Honors Society. Nairuti, Rachel, and I worked on some superlatives (we're going to award each other with titles as opposed to the dummy school ones), before Nai and I left for the Expandign Your Horizons conference. The EYHC was pretty fun, I got to be the helper of a banker as she discussed writing checks, getting loans, etc. to the middle school girls. Did you know women couldn't write contracts or get loans until 1970? Wowza. After the conference (and some free cake) we went back to see if the EHS people needed some help. We jammed to Phantom Planet in the cafeteria before leaving to get ready for the movie. Since we weren't going to make it to the 7:15 (I swear it seemed like we would never see Amelie), we stopped off at FAO Schwarz. Played with some Simpson's action figures, admired the Barbie's, growled back at the stuffed lion, hula hooped, but most importantly, DANCED ON THE BIG PIANO. AHH It was marvelous. I felt like Tom Hanks as I danced around to "Heart and Soul." I totally want one - it costs $60. The karaoke machine that Nairuti and I gawked at costs $299. Bleh. We decided that we'd have to come back before the Remy Zero in-store to get some of these diaries with Rachel that are so adorable and funny. "Me in 2002. Fill out second half in 2014. Who is my crush?" We went back to Cactus so I could get a few fliers, and then headed off to the River Oaks theatre. I tried to figure out why their was a nun walking out before I realized it was someong leaving the sing-a-long, dress up like your favorite character, all new version of The Sound of Music. I'm dying to go to that. Anyways, we purchased our tickets, and finally we saw Amelie. I don't think I have ever seen a cuter movie IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. It was so hilarious, so quirky, so cute, so romantic. Le freaking sigh. Time to finish my Berklee app/do the dishes/laundry/head out to a TCU information session. Adieu. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, February 24, 2002; 11:50 a.m..
This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, February 22, 2002; 07:52 p.m..
Sam Farrar is in an O-Town video. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAH. I wish I could upload it, but I can't find any servers that will let me upload the file. Anyways.. I stayed up until about 2am on Tuesday morning because I refused to go to sleep until I placed 5th in the Marseilles France competition in Tony Hawk. My cousin and I aren't too good at the game because we don't know any of the manuals, but when you figure we're getting like 20,000 points on simply grinding, wall-riding, and ollies, you know we rock. Tuesday morning we woke up and headed out in the cold to the train station. Checked in to the building, signed in with security, and headed up to the room. I felt all awkward sitting in my chair looking over my music when I head a, "Kiiiimmm." It was Erin, walking in to our lovely auditions. It was really nice to have a familiar face there, it definately alleviated some of my nervousness. Especially when she handed me the Phantom Planet EP she had them sign for me. "Hey Kim, where are you?" Oh Sammy Sam Sam, I lovah you. One of the professor's looked like an ugly Rufus Wainwright, and from he was referred to as "Rufus" for the rest of the day. I also frequently uttered my mantra of "Julian Casablancas," to which Erin added "kissing your ear." All of these things made me a TON less nervous. I screwed up a few things and broke my reed in the warm-up room, but I threw in as much pizzazz and personality as I possibly could. I figured if I'm going to screw up, I might as well do it with finesse. After the interview, Erin informed her Dad that I was Kim, or, "the famous Kim from Phantom Planet Houston," as he called me. He gave me a hug, too, and that made me laugh. We walked around and chatted for a bit before more hugs, and they were off. My sister was in a bad mood and tired, so she left me to go eat lunch with Alex. I sat outside Weinstein and waited for her to get back (all the while she was in her room :P), and it was during this 20 minutes or so that I spotted Ben. Ben being the supposed male counterpart of me that according to Alex, I am supposed to marry. The whole thing was rather comical, and it made me feel far too stupid and twelve. There I was, sitting in my big orange coat on my "punk rock" saxophone case, looking at the ground and feeling horribly uncool as people passed out fliers around me. ("Do you want a flier? Do you even care?" random guy. "No thanks," I reply. "Yeah, you look too smart to care.") I noticed some red converse walking by and looked up to see a horribly attractive man before my brain clicks on in time to realize, that was BEN. The Ben. And so now I keep replaying the same moment in my head wishing that I had said just one word to this guy who probably didn't even notice my sitting there. Ladies and gentleman, I officially win the medal for world's biggest dork. Ate a chicken parmigiana hero with Alex (when I ordered a Diet Coke the guy told me "Why you need Diet? You look good! and to throw in a Crystal quote, "Manhattan loves you.") As we looked out the little window, Houston's own Hunter walked by, along with random other people Alex doesn't like, and Sebastian who I remember only by name not by who the hell he is. SMxPxKim: so whos sebastian again? I drew Alex a blind contour of some random guy crossing the street with a baseball cap, labeled him Gray, and wrote a bit on it. Then it was time to make my way back to the Subway and say my goodbyes to the Alex. We walked through Washington Square Park with no Sean Lennon in sight. Sigh. I got back to the g'rents and horrible cramps hit me full force as I packed, played more Tony Hawk, and ate my Grandma's rice and beef stew. We almost missed our flight because Sharon was on the phone with my cousin Kelly for like a half hour, but we got on and had to sit in coach. It was okay though because we could lay down on the seats since the flight was so empty. And that was the end of my New York trip. Better go get caught up on homework. Yuck. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, February 20, 2002; 09:33 p.m..
 You will marry DICKIE (played by Jude Law) from The Talented Mr. Ripley, live on a seaside resort home on the coast of Italy, and spend your days riding on motorskooters and sailboats and mooching off daddy's money. What's YOUR M * A * S * H future? This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, February 20, 2002; 05:20 p.m..
Listened to while writing this: Saves the Day - See You, Dave Matthews Band - Ants Marching, MxPx - KKK Took My Baby Away, Jeff Buckley - Last Goodbye Ahhhhhh.... home home home-ity home. Where I can wander around freely in a t-shirt and shorts instead of big orange coat plus long sleeves plus various other items of clothing. I'm a little sick, but that's besides the point. Sunday was the big ol' trip to NYC. I had a REALLY bad feeling about the plane, so I went to church that morning. I saw Nathan roaming around outside church (he had gone to the mass before), and though he was talking to some friends, he walked up to me when I waved hello. We had a small chat before I went to sit inside. Church was nice, sang a bit, and then went to get breakfast. I got home and began to pack (narrowing down two outfits from a closet full of goodies can be difficult), and we were off. My sister and I were both unbelievably nervous as the plane took off, but we obviously got to NY. My cousin PG was home to visit his dad, so he picked us up with Titi Kathy. I was so happy that I brought the orange coat (or the Strokes coat as I have now dubbed it) because it was like 30 degrees outside. In fact, when my cousin's came home that night, they said it had been flurrying when they walked home. Neat. Sunday night was full of Tony Hawk's ProSkater, and it just further made me want a PS2. Must have. ;) We slept downstairs in what formerly was my Uncle Jimmy's home, and my grandma repeatedly asked if we would be too scared. Monday, after I had to force my sister out of bed and my grandma gave me a big bowl of farina (mmm), we headed to Manhattan. My cousin Crystal, Sharon, and I got unbelievably lost, and after a cab ride that got us nowhere, we made it to St. Mark's. I had a whole 30 minutes to shop in Trash and Vaudeville, and picked a cute, pink skull and crossbones Paul Frank shirt and a black knee-length skirt with silver stars on it. Then I headed down to NYU and Weinstein to meet up with the Alexandra and the Gretchen. I realized that I had to go to the bathroom pretty badly, so I headed to a Sbarro's on the way. While at the light, I got stopped by this guy. "Do you have a sense of humor?" "uh... sometimes." That guy, Rob, proceeded to try and sell me tickets to the NY Comedy Club while subtly hitting on me. He kept telling me to bring my boyfriend, "oh right! My boyfriend LOVES comedy," and offering me hugs and piggy-back rides. Anything for a sale I s'pose. I finally made it to Sbarro's and bought a diet coke (restrooms for customer's only) before noticing that the bathrooms were BROKEN. So there I was walking to Weinstein, feeling my body go numb from the cold, and holding a Diet Coke in my bare hand. Life was not so good at that moment. I made it to Weiny-Steiny just in time to see Alex walk out, which threw me off. Dammit, I'm supposed to get there first so as not to be caught off guard. Haha, I'm such a freak. We stood there and waited for Gretchen as I felt kind of awkward since I always do, and then she showed up. I realized that I hadn't really known what Gretchen looked like at all. They both looked so cute, and to quote my sister, "Everybody in New York is so beautiful. I hate it." We hung out in the dorm and watched stuff like the Moby DVD (yay), Alex and Jason hosting that MTV2 thing, and Jason on the Carson Daly dumbhead show that they don't even air in Houston (ah, for once Houston shows some good taste). None of the dorm-y friends were around for me to see and giggle at, and then we said our farewells to Gretchen and walked to St. Marks to meet up with Sharon and Crystal. Said bye to Alex, and that was that. Left the city and headed back to Queens where I played some more Tony Hawk, and we went to McDonald's for dinner. As we pulled through the drive-through, Michael talked about the cars vibrations and added, "And I am definately not straight." He was talking about the car, but that line turned into a rest of vacation long joke that will probably last for the next 5 years. We ended up paying $3 for about $15 worth of food because Michael knew the gal at the window, and when we pulled up she said "get out and give me a kiss." I practiced the saxophone a little while Michael danced around like a chicken (he called my piece "The Flight of the Night Mockingbird), and so I laughed too much and didn't get anything done. Sometime during this whole evening I called Evers, and we had a nice chat before Titi Candy and Uncle Louie came over. I was so happy to get to see him, seeing as how I almost lost him a few weeks ago, and you could tell there were differences. They sat on the couch holding hands and it was all cute. I talked to them both a bit, and hugged my uncle (he's my godfather) like 9389483 times. Tuesday was the big audition, but I'll write about that later. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, February 20, 2002; 03:00 p.m..
I stupidly forgot to mention this one simple thing: My Uncle is still alive. He had surgery yesterday that said he had a whole 1% chance of survival. To quote my aunt: "He has more lives than a cat." This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, February 17, 2002; 02:18 a.m..
 Take the Radiohead Collective Member Test. So tired. But I realize that I haven't written in about three days, and there has been a few things to go down. So I might as well write. Wednesday there was some silly assembly about a scholarship essay contest including such special guests as a d.j. from 97.9 the box (houston's rap station) and FOX's morning news anchor Jose Grinan. There were also a few random other guests there, but whatever. One of the guests was an aerospace engineer from NASA. He said something about "you don't go to college and you'll end up with nothin', not even yo' tennis shoes," and from where I was sitting I could see little Drew reach down and lovingly grab his Converse. I couldn't help but laugh. Valentine's Day was neat. I got more candy then I was expecting. I got Starburst hearts from Grant (and I pitched him my idea for what Starburst hearts should really be like), stickers from Molly, a smiley face tattoo thing from Lisa, lollypops from Alison, Stephanie, and Carla, and an NSync valentine from Jennifer (she went so far as to give me Joey. WOOO. Apparently I "drive [him] crazy." Valentine's Day never depresses me. It's a holiday about love.. it doesn't have to be about couple love. Just appreciate the finer things in life. My sister bought me chocolate and a cookie (she ended up eating most of the chocolate), and Rick even bought me a bag of candy hearts and some stationary. After school was the International Festival meeting on China. They celebrated Chinese New Year with pot stickers (dumplings) and other goodies. The only thing I didn't really like was the coconut candy. I got a little Valetine from the K.I.C. officers in one of the traditional envelopes that they usually give out money in. They put candy inside instead of dollars, for obvious reason. Friday was such a relief. It felt so so so good to realize that I'd be out of school for four days. And next week is TAAS week, so even when I get home from NYC I won't have to be in school until 11:05 for the rest of the week. Yummy. I saw Angela, and since we haven't talked in awhile I called her after school. We decided to go to the movies, and after flipping a coin to tell us to see A Beautiful Mind, I went to pick her up. We decided to, basically, just show up at the theatre, and whatever movie was playing first was the movie we would see. And guess what? We saw A Beautiful Mind. That movie rocked. I was so impressed, though I felt Russell Crowe's accent was really not too fabulous. I know he can do better, I love LA Confidential. Anyways, the movie was so impressive that I almost applauded at the end. Came home and crashed to sleep at about 12. Woke up at 10am and decided to go get my haircut. I went to the mall and made my appointment. Since I had an hour to look around, I went to a few stores and just looked around. I spent about a half hour at Hot Topic, looking around, listening to The Get Up Kids's Eudora (oh how I want that album), and realizing that they had Radiohead's I Might Be Wrong on vinyl.. but for $18.99. Then I found a Strokes pin, and something for Alexandra. I debated buying what I did, but it's cool and she'd better like it. hehe. I got my haircut, chopping off about 4 or 5 inches, razoring the front, and having the rest of the edges pieced and uneven. It's neat and I like it. Got a Philly cheesesteak for lunch. I went home and took a nap cause my body was oh so tired, and then I woke up to call Alison and Laura to pick up various books. Alison couldn't find her sister's copy of The Fountainhead, so I called Liberty since she had to read it over the summer as well.
Me: Is Liberty there? When she didn't say hold on or anything, I realized it was actually her. So I went to her house to pick up the book (I'm reading it for my research paper/that scholarship), and then I headed to the Kleiner's to pick up the music book that my audition piece is in. Then I came home and as I was feeding Madeline, Nairuti called to ask if I wanted to go see Amelie. Since I had already told my sister I would babysit, we settled on Chinese food and some movie-renting plans. At Blockbuster, we debated between Clerks, Curse of the Jade Scorpion, and American History X, before settling on Ghost World. It was a really funny movie, but I kept having to stop it to check on poor, sick, crying Mads. Finally at about 10:30 I brought her downstairs to lay on the couch with me. And that brings me to now. I'm doing laundry and cleaning various things. New York tomorrow night. AHHH. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, February 17, 2002; 01:11 a.m..
 What Pattern Are You? School is still hectic ungoodness. Today I was supposed to make up my psych test, but we had a sub. I had a sub in three of my classes today.. it was pretty strange. Started my English research paper - I'm doing The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. I figure in the process I can do that big expensive scholarship contest for it, too. Took an economics test that had everybody groaning. I have friends that didn't answer about twenty questions on it. I finished the whole test, but I'm pretty sure I failed. Man, I love economics. Right. My sister told me that my Uncle Peter had intestinal surgery today and isn't supposed to last more than 24 hours. I'm sad, but (as awful as this is to say) we've been expecting it for awhile. *HE'S* been expecting it for awhile. I will miss him, a lot, and I feel horribly for my aunt and cousin. I think I feel a little worse knowing that I'm going to be in New York on Sunday. If he were to pass today or tomorrow, I will have just missed him. That's a horrible thought. The summer my Aunt Miriam died, I had planned on going to visit and didn't because I was afraid to fly by myself. So the last memory I have of her is us hugging after I left the Christmas before that, "See you next Christmas!" It would also mean that I'll be visiting my family in huge times of grief which will give me a large burden during my NYU audition (6 DAYS). That's my selfish thoughts burdgeoning in. I can't imagine going to a funeral on a Monday and then having a major college audition the next day. Sigh. But hopefully he'll end up pulling through - my great Uncle Bill was told he had 2 years to live and ended up lasting about 6. Sigh. Death sucks. I suppose that it's for now. Nothing else seems important after saying news like that. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, February 13, 2002; 04:46 p.m..
School is slowly killing me. Me and everybody else. Ow, I hurt. lazynai: "'Primary psychopaths are usually... more apt to be outgoing, charming, and verbally proficient'...They... merely...lack the capability to... escape the constant threat of boredom."
The school system creates psychopaths. Well, well. I stayed up until about 3 am last night doing homework, and promptly overslept this morning. "Should earn him some street cred." *thumbs up*-Gideon Yago on P. Diddy opening for NSync. Anyways.. so I overslept and missed the Psych test I had stayed up so late studying for. RIGHT. Just shoot me, please. Found out I had TWO HOUR band practice after school. No, it did not happen. I came home, babysat, wrote my essays, studied for my english test, practiced for my NYU audition, went to an NHS meeting, went to the prograd meeting, and then I passed out and died.
SMxPxKim: we're a far superior breed?
School has been nothing short of ridiculously hectic lately, as every teacher tries to cram in all the stuff they put off. I grow weary as the clock strikes midnight and I realize I still don't know what the "Straw Man" fallacy is. Just shoot me now, please. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, February 12, 2002; 12:13 a.m..
I attempted to write this entry while I was offline.. but for some reason it wouldn't let me. How does kim do it? She's magical. *grooves to the 80s pop beat of some new Rooney song* This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, February 10, 2002; 12:15 a.m..
So, yesterday was the big day. I put off the trip to the vet for as long as possible - waking up with little time to get to Angela's to watch The Strokes on MTV2, coming home, lounging around, playing with my doggie, and then finally.. it was time. I brought my dog in, and I felt pretty strong. As we were in the car, my dog climbed into my lap and was licking my hand as I wept. I wanted to crawl into a big hole and die. As we neared the pet hospital, as Ollie was apt to do, he clung to me, not wanting to enter. I went up to the counter, filled out a few forms, and when the nurse came around to ask me if I wanted to watch, I lost it. There I was, in the pet hospital, hyperventilating as two children and their golden retriever stared. I felt kind of embarrased, I laughed a little, but I held my dog tight. We "spent some time together" before the nurse took him into a back round, and I waved back, before running into the parking lot. I sped off, still in hyperventilation mode, and almost passed out. While driving. Right. Intelligent Kim strikes again! I got home and spent the remainder of the day crawling on the floor crying, listening to Jimmy Eat World and every other sad song I could think of. I was about to go for a cookie dough run when I decided to get lunch instead. Nairuti joined me, and we ended up at 59 Diner, where I pigged out. I'm one of those people who eats when they're sad.. so last night I ate probably the equivalent of two days worth of big meals. Despite the fact that I was stuffed to an imminent explosion, I continued to eat, making a midnight run to Jack In the Box for a sourdough Jack and a strawberry banana milkshake. Ugh. Yesterday I realized how truly lonely I am in the world. I got an exact ratio of zero hugs yesterday. Despite the fact that everybody knew exactly what had gone down that day, people just kind of stared off in the distance. I can't exactly blame my friends - we're all like that. When someone is sad, none of us know how to react, and so we say various "sorry"s and kind of stare off into space hoping the other will be instantly happy. Of course, it never works that way. I see Oliver everywhere I turn. Last night he was an upside down slipper, I even picked something up off the floor so that he couldn't choke on it this afternoon. Of course, to cheer up any girl, one must shop. Today was the ProGrad garage sale, and I worked the doors for NHS hours/ProGrad points (I'm aiming for a PS2 prize!) Nairuti and I showed up around the same time, and were in the business of selling candy, chips, donuts, and scratch and helps to various customers. We escaped for about a half hour to lunch, and came back exhausted. Towards the end, they reduced everything to half price, and so I made my rounds. I made out with the following items: a record player, a phone, an Epcot Center t-shirt, and a blue velvety jacket with white stripes. And I paid a WHOPPING five dollars. Oh yeah, baby. That's bargain shopping. Now I finally have a real reason for buying vinyls. Grant's show got cancelled for this simple reason: the club was actually in LA PORTE, and the instructions on the back of the fliers were completely bogus. They mentioned an upcoming show at Fitz though, and that's neat. Practiced the saxophone today, and didn't do much else. Tomorrow's agenda: far too much homework for anyone to ever have to deal with, and working at the Home and Garden Show for NHS. Remember what was, Sit back and enjoy the buzz as your cells melt away. Turn up the TV, take a load off your feet, as that same old great feeling kicks in. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Saturday, February 9, 2002; 11:57 p.m..
I had a semi-pleasant day for awhile. My Humanities project went well, and everyone loved the banana bread I made. And dinner (boneless buffalo wings) rocked. I'm turning into quite the chef.. I almost cried a bit in Economics after Mr. Kleinschmidt started talking about his puppy. We have to put my dog to sleep tomorrow. I've had him since I was seven years old.. for ten years he's been my best friend, and now I have to bring him to be killed. He's in a lot of pain though, and so I guess it has to be done. I went to see A Clockwork Orange downtown at the Angelika, which is quite the cool theatre. It was great getting to see the film on the big screen, despite the minor technical glitches every once in awhile. It was a good outing, but then I got home and checked my e-mail. There was one from my mom: << by the way, Uncle Louie had a heart attack, and titi candy said he was call blue, another words, died and the doctors brought him back. she was in the room in the emergency with him, when his heart stopped and the doctors were punching him in his heart and then, they remembered she was in the room and kicked her out. she said she walked to the parking lot and was totally hesterical. Oh poor titi candy.
If you can understand that, you will see why I'm upset. My Uncle Louie is quite possibly my favorite relative.. and when I read that sentence, my heart stopped. I finished the sentence, and after being relieved that my Uncle was still alive, I still feel awful. What if he had died? My Uncle is one of the greatest people I know, and how could I handle losing him, my dog, and soon my Uncle Peter all at once? My Uncle Peter has been sick for years. He's at his final stand - his diabetes has gotten so bad he just lost a leg. Not to mention his kidney failure, and many, many other problems. My cousin was flown out of the army to see his dad, and everything's just really, really sad in that department. I'm going to sleep. Big day tomorrow: Strokes on MTV2, saying goodbye to my doggie, dropping off stuff for the ProGrad garage sale, working at the Home and Garden Show for NHS, and practicing my piece some more. But atleast there's no school. May angels lead you in, hear you me, my friend. On sleepless roads the sleepless go, may angels lead you in. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, February 8, 2002; 01:08 a.m..
Apparently they started playing Something Corporate's "If U C Jordan," on the radio here. Yet still no Phantom Planet. I was going to call in and request "California," but the phone is in my sister's room. Bleh. Anyways.. we made babies in Psychology, and I was going to be partners with Grant and Peter, but Stephanie didn't have one. So Stephanie and I had our baby girl and named her Lana after Lana Lang on Smallville. Our baby actually turned out pretty normal-looking, as opposed to half the class with their unibrowed red hair and dark skinned children. Grant also brought in fliers for his band's show on Saturday. He seems SO excited - "I'm giving you this flier.. it's for my band.. for our show.. that my band is playing at." I made fun of the flier a little bit; it has pictures of him and the other three band members in it, and I just had to be sarcastic about it. "What are you trying to bring fans in with your black-and-white, heads down, sexiness?" In Humanities, Lisa and I realized we had similar project ideas, so we decided to join together. We're going to look at "the Last Supper" by Da Vinci and compare it to what theologians think actually happened. Plus I made banana bread, and she's bringing grape juice. I figured banana bread was far tastier than regular bread. :) Class was cool that day, Molly, Lisa, and I were all singing songs from The Sound of Music, and we compared watches. Then Alex had to open his big mouth and say, "Let's just take the quiz already," while we were in the BEGINNING of a lecture on Raphael. So Mr. Parry gave us the quiz - the whole class failed. I only answered two questions, and I know others that didn't answer any. It was SO bad, and everyone's pretty peeved with Alex. In Economics we had an awful test over this pretty good book we've been reading: New Ideas From Dead Economists. He gave us the assignment like a month ago, but of course, I put it off. The test was funny though.. a few of the choices were random things: "the invisible hand.. b) pinches you when no one is looking." I did some more blind contour drawings, as well as writing random things in Jess's planner and walking around going, "OHMYGOD! Jess! How could you write that about (so-and-so)??" Jonathon and I discussed the Phantom Planet CD I let him borrow. He thought that I had burned it for him.. and therefore was never planning on giving it back. I told him he could keep it - I have all of the songs in mp3 versions anyways. Grant gave me back my cd's as well, saying that he had burned copies of them. "I was listening to them, and I said 'they're so good!'" I went to Alison's after school for some more ear training practice, and we went to Music Music to buy a book. The book was a very, very basic beginner's book, that is far too easy for anyone. We have about three more days that we can get together to practice before the big audition: 13 DAYS! Scary. No school on Friday! Woo! This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, February 6, 2002; 10:55 p.m..
In 1964, at the height of Beatlemania, a reporter stopped a kid coming out of a store clutching the new Beatles album. "What are you going to tell your kids in the year 2000 when they ask you what that whole Beatles thing was about? Was it the crowds, the screaming and fainting girls, the haircuts, what?" The kid, obviously wise beyond his years, said, "Just listen to the songs, man." Hmm.. school, again. I've never had more extensions put on tests before this semester. We moved our Gulliver's Travels test back a day, and therefore, tomorrow is, SILENT READING DAY. I have 100 pages to go in the book, so yippee kay yo kay aye! Ha. I have an economics quiz tomorrow.. so I should start reading. Eh, there's always study hall. I will do it later. I.. must.. learn.. how.. to.. do.. my.. homework.. again.. NYU audition is in 14 days. AAAAAHHHHHH. I'm so freaked. Tomorrow Alison and I are going to a music store to buy some ear-training books. She's gonna call the music business department at NYU to see if they'll give her any info about the audition. Alison ROCKS. We're been voting for the senior categories at school.. Today was "Most Likely to Succeed," "Best Leader," and "Most Talented." I'm attempting to be chosen Most Witty. If I do say so myself, I'm damned witty. Haha.. back to practicing/attempting to do homework. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, February 5, 2002; 10:38 p.m..
Well, OD is up and running again. So I'll try to post entries in both. There was a somber tinge to today, a teacher at our school was killed while going to aid people that had been in an accident. A car hit her and she flew 100 feet over the overpass and died. I felt really bad, she was a teacher that I didn't think too highly of. It always turns out that way, doesn't it? Regret is a horrible thing. After school I went to Alison's for some ear training practice for my NYU audition (AHHH 15 DAYS), and we ended up goofing off a lot of the time. I'm starting to get intervals and chords a lot better than I did, and I even attempted to play the piano part in "Wishing Well." (Ha, right.) Tonight was the musical: Crazy for You. (Gershwin rules, man) I wouldn't normally go to a musical on a Monday, considering the vast amount of homework I still have to do tonight (and it's 11:30pm), but I had to go support my buddy Devin. And let me tell you, Devin impressed the hell out of me. I have never been more proud of anybody in my life. His voice has gotten so amazing, he's really grown as an actor, and he makes tap-dancing look like a walk in the park. It was almost like I was watching someone like Fred Astaire instead of good ol' Dev. I giggled when he did something suave, and I even cried a bit when he sang, "Can't Take That Away From Me." Andrew was in it, too, of course, and you must know, he is seriously the most adorable boy ever to be on this planet. We used to be really good friends in middle school, and in high school we got lost in the fringe. He used to draw me pictures almost everyday. He'll walk around with an acoustic guitar and play frisbee with Devin after school. And he has the cutest little rosy cheeks and adorable voice. Anyways, he had this HYSTERICAL death scene.. it even got a standing ovation after it was over. After the musical, (I was one of the first people to jump to my feet applauding) I went backstage to say hello to Devin. I ran into Nick first, who's in theatre, but wasn't in the musical. I haven't seen him in SO long.. he used to be in my film class. We said hello and chatted a bit, and then I ran into Brian and he, of course, called me "BIG K." Andrew walked by, and I said, "Good job, Drew." To which he replied (in the coolest voice ever) "Thanks, Kim!" Then Devin walked out. He came straight to me "KIIIIM" with his arms open for a hug. Sniff. "Ahhh Devin, you did so good, you're my hero!!" He laughed, and I told him about how I cried because I was so proud.. "I felt like you were my son." We hugged again, he signed my program, and I was off. I took Sharmeen and Angela home, and we gushed about how good everything was, and my past relationships with both Devin and Andrew. (Don't take that the wrong way) Sigh. I'm going to miss them so much next year. Ah well. Jasy Jas is on Kilby tonight.. So watch. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, February 4, 2002; 11:38 p.m..
Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells... More writing. It's going to take me awhile to get used to pitas. All this html simply to write out my thoughts and ideas. I miss OD. Why can't you make money, Open Diary, why?? AHHHH. Kurt Loder needs to get some of his intergrity back. He's not looking too hot either. He actually had a decent interview with Creed. What's that about? TEAR THEM APART, KURT. I haven't talked to kimmay in awhile. I miss her. :/ She needs to come back and teach me how to use this darn pita. My NYU audition is rapidly approaching. I've been practicing so much my fingers ache. I think it may also have something to do with the fact that I keep cracking my knucles. Tomorrow I'm gonna dress up a little. Make-up, check. Skirt, check. Well.. maybe not. I'm ear-training at Ally's afterwards, and do I really want to be dressed like that all day? Sweat pants? check. Cool vintage shirt? Check. I really need to hit up Value Village soon. My clothing is going bad. My favorite shirt has a huge hole in the back now. Must get that fixed. And I need to get my pinstripe pants altered. And I might want a prom dress. And I need to replace the Weezer shirt I lost. S'pose that's it for now. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, February 4, 2002; 01:53 a.m..
Hmm.. I'm switching here from Open Diary I suppose. OD keeps shutting down and being mean to me and others, so I'm making my move. Perchance I'll switch all my entries from there to here, but since that would take 94958 years, probably not. I haven't been able to write until last Thursday, so I will start now. Friday I went with Nairuti and Angela to see Slackers. I was in a really good mood at the beginning of the evening - we went to Denny's and everything was going fine. I usually hate going out with both of them, and this evening was no exception. They're both my friends, not really friends with each other, but when they're together they totally gang up on me. My friends and I are far too sarcastic for our own good, and so when you're being sarcastic back and forth, and then someone else jumps in, it kind of turns from a joke into attacking me. Anyways, I got pretty angry right before we walked into the movie; particularly after a trip to Best Buy in which there was some joking about how I love everything. Nairuti and Angela grabbed the GQ with Guy Pearce on it (and by the way, I was the one that told them both about Guy Pearce) and there were drewling like 12 year olds about some line about his sexy jeans. So I made a little crack and Nairuti says, "Well atleast we only like one thing, as opposed to you who loves everything." What the hell is that supposed to mean? I think that was the lamest insult I've ever heard in my life, but whatever. They can just hang out with each other. So, Slackers was just about 399 times better than I thought it would be. Jason cracked me up, per usual. "Gnome it isn't!" Saturday was one big ol' lazy day until NHS broomball. Nairuti called me at about 8:30 to ask if I wanted to go with her, and I said sure. So I picked her up at 9:30 (after requesting Phantom Planet on Y100 in Philly and getting an actual response) Broomball started at 10pm, and it was a ton of fun. I actually scored once, and the seniors beat the juniors like 7 to -3. Since all the juniors kept picking up the ball, they ruled that if it was picked up they lost points. The game was fun, and Nairuti and I went to Jack in the Box afterwards, listening to the Jason Schwartzman interview in Chicago that Mandy taped for me. This wasn't much of an introductory entry - I actually had stuff I needed to write about. That'll come eventually. Later.
This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, February 3, 2002; 08:14 p.m..
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