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May. 30th, 2010

Just Some Thoughts

Cows are really big and they have small skinny little legs. Most days on the way to practice, we drive through a back road where there are tons of animals (cows, llamas, pigs, horses). One day my friend and I were wondering, how do cows stand so well and walk around on the hills? And what would happen if they fell down the hill? It seems like they would just keep rolling forever.

Do cows sleep standing up?

I wonder if people in states other than California like the song “California Gurls” by Katy Perry. I love the song “Empire State of Mind,” but somehow “California Girls” only seems like a California thing. I haven’t heard it in New Jersey yet.

Am I the only thing who thinks it’s hella cool when you’re driving or crossing the street or whatever and the song you’re listening to says something about “left to right” just as you’re checking from left to right. For example, as I’m driving away from school, the song “Eenie Meenie” comes on the radio, and as I’m stopped at a stop sign, looking from left to right, the song goes, “She keeps on lookin…from left to right.” That always makes my day.

Why do people from different places in the United States have different regional accents? I.e. Minnesotans say “beyg” instead of bag.

It really bothers me when the person in the aisle seat (on airplanes) falls asleep during the plane when I have to use the bathroom. IT’S SON ANNOYING. I HAVE TO PEE AND THEY AREN’T LETTING ME. It sucks.

I wonder how much money I could make if I saved up water bottles and cans. Apparently people have made hella bank saving up all that stuff. I need money I’m going broke.

Why do people have their own weird eating habits? I eat the chocolate on the outside of kit-kats first and then wafer by wafer until there is no kit-kat left. So weird, but so good.

I need a car that parallel parks for me.

Why does water taste so much better in Nor cal than anywhere else? Have you ever tasted So cal water? It’s shit.

Why do people get crazy and delirious when they’re tired? Is it because our brains get tired?


When I am falling asleep I always have that dream where I am falling down the stairs to my parents room and I jolt and wake up. Weird stuff.

Why is weird spelled with an e before an i?

Why am I in English 2 and Spanish 3?

I wish they would put Kit-Kats in the hotel room drawers instead of Bibles. My life would be so much better.

Why is there a magnet in the drawer of the hotel room when we don’t have a refrigerator?

Why is there never a twix around when I need a moment?

May. 3rd, 2010

Brainstormed Survey

1. My favorite pet that I’ve ever had would be my dog, Max. He died when I was in elementary school, and he’s the only pet our family has had, except for a turtle that we had when I was younger. He was a mutt and really athletic. I was pretty young when we had him, so I never had to take care of him in any way, but I do remember that he was super protective of my brothers and I whenever people would come near us other than our parents.

2. I feel safest in my room. I’m not sure whether this question is referring to safety in terms of protected or comforted, but regardless, the answer is my room. I’ve lived in the same house my entire life, and in the same bedroom as well. I feel safe in my room because it gives me a sense of protection, though I’m not sure exactly why. I would say it’s just the fact that I’ve spent 16 years in it. I also find it comforting because my walls are kind of like a scrapbook of my life. I have lots of pictures and drawings and things from when I was younger. My room is NEVER clean, and there are always clothes on the floor; I think it wouldn’t feel so safe if it was clean, because then it would feel foreign.

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4. I would pick Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food ice cream. Ice cream is my favorite food (along with frozen yogurt), and if I could eat it all day without feeling the effects, I would love it. To me there isn’t any weather that’s bad for eating ice cream, and I don’t think there’s ever been a time when someone offered me ice cream and I have not wanted it. I have the biggest sweet tooth ever, and it would always be satisfied if I could eat as much ice cream as I wanted for the rest of my life.

5. If I could punch anyone from a book or movie, I would probably pick Shooter McGavin from the movie Happy Gilmore. He’s a total asshole, and there are probably other characters/ people I would punch as well, but the only one I can come up with for now is him. Shooter McGavin is always saying egotistical things and it would be so fulfilling to just smack him.

6. If I was given an empty storefront and start-up money, I would open up a café that made crepes. Crepes-A-Go-Go and Crepevine are two of my favorite places to eat, and there isn’t anything like that closer than Berkeley. For anyone that hasn’t experienced crepe eating, you are totally missing out. There are savory crepes that have a range of ingredients from all types of cheeses and meats, as well as vegetables and herbs for vegetarians. In addition to savory crepes, they have sweet crepes. These are my favorite kind, and they have all types of fillings, like nutella, chocolate, all types of fruit, whipped cream; you name it, you can put it in a crepe. I think it would be cool to have a crepe-making place kind of like Yogurtland, where you could pick your toppings or something and then give it to the person who will wrap it up in a crepe. Mmmmmmm. Now I totally want a crepe.

7. Before I die, there are a lot of things that I want to do. Here are 5 that I can think of off the top of my head:
1. Go skydiving—I know it’s cliché for a bucket list, but I think that would be the most exhilarating experience someone can have. I’ve always thought it would be so cool to fly, and skydiving is probably the closest I can come to that.
2. Run a marathon—I think training for a marathon and then running for a cause you believe in would be an extremely rewarding experience. My aunt has a rare type of cancer, and last weekend, some extended family, my immediate family, and I did a 5k in San Francisco for research. Raising money by running benefits not only my health, but hopefully, in the long run (no pun intended) others’ health as well.
3. Learn how to sew well—When I was younger, my friend sewed all of her skirts, and I thought it would be the coolest thing to learn how to sew. I got a sewing machine one year, and made one skirt, and haven’t made anything else yet. I want to learn how to sew something that I will love, because it’ll be exactly what I want.
4. Be able to cook recipes by heart—My mom, and I think most moms, don’t usually use recipes to cook. Someday, I hope that I too will be able to go home, decide I’m going to make some tacos, and just whip them up in no time.
5. Travel to Hawaii—I’ve been to over half the states, and out of the country once, but I’ve never been to Hawaii. Many of my friends and family members have gone on vacations there multiple times, and I have heard nothing but wonderful things. I imagine that the scenery is breathtaking, and that the food is wonderful. If I die before going to Hawaii, that would just suck.

8. If I could un-invent something, it would be politics. Everybody spends so much time arguing with each other that it slows down our country’s ability to progress. Republicans and democrats are concerned with tearing apart the other party so much that people are losing sight of the fact that the government was created to solve national issues, not create them. With all of the disagreement in our nation, one begins to question how united the United States of America really are.

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10. If I had a week to spend $10,000, I would first take a couple hundred and go on a shopping spree. I’ve never really bought super nice expensive clothing, and having no limitations would be so fun! Since I’m kind of in Hawaii mode, I would spend the rest of the money taking my friend Maddie and I to Hawaii. She’s never been there either, and I think that would be a worthwhile way to spend the $10,000.

11. My favorite piece of art in Mr. Ross’ room is the one behind the desk that has a black silhouette that’s jumping and a bunch of colorful birds around it. I think they’re birds, anyways. I think it’s a really cool piece of art, and I look at it all the time. If I’m remembering correctly, it looks like the silhouette is dripping, but that may just be because it’s past midnight and I’m starting to lose it.

12. If my house was burning down and I could only grab 3 non-living things, it depends on whether my parents are making it out of the house or not. If they are, then I would leave it to them to make sure we had some money, and I would bring the blanket that my grandma knit me, the Viking ship I won in Norway, and my computer. I would take the blanket because it’s a sentimental because my grandma made it for me when I was a baby, and it’s one of the only tangible objects I have that remind me of her. It would also give me some comfort that my entire house had just gone up in flames. I would bring the Viking ship because I got it from the Chinese ambassador for scoring the winning goal in the Norway Cup, and that was one of the (if not the most) amazing days of my life. I would bring my computer because it has all of my pictures and stuff saved on it. However, if I were on my own, I would bring my wallet instead of the Viking ship. That way I would have enough money to get around and get the basics that I needed.

Apr. 25th, 2010

Magritte Painting

     The piece of artwork that I will be writing my blog about is this painting of a painting of scenery outside of a window. The name of the painting is “Human Condition” in case you are still unsure of which Magritte painting I am referring to.
     I chose “Human Condition” for several reasons. It caught my eye initially because it forced me to do a double take. As I was scrolling through the paintings, at first I thought this was just a picture of the view from a window. I think that makes this painting really interesting, because it makes it more intriguing and forces you to take a closer look. I also chose this painting because I didn’t really know what to say about the other one. I can’t wait to see what people say about the “Ceci N’est Pas Une Pipe” painting, because, like David, I don’t see anything aside from a pipe.
     After thinking for a while about “Human Condition,” I have concluded that I like it because of the symbolism that I take away from it. In the blog prompt, it talks about how Magritte once said, “Sometimes what you see—the wall—is of no importance. What is of importance is what you can’t see—what the wall is obscuring.” This particular painting reminded me of this idea because you are unable to see what is really behind the painting. It appears as if the painting and the real scenery blend together to create the perfect image, but what lies behind the painting is a really a mystery to the viewer. I interpret the mysterious “behind the painting” scene to be something that is being covered up. I think there are a variety of things that it could represent, but one of the big things is when people feign ignorance. For example, there is an unfathomable number of people in the world living in poverty and struggling everyday to survive. At the same time, others are living lives full of frivolity and excess. How can they not see that others’ basic needs are perhaps more dire than their need for an even larger mansion? This may seem like a really specific or irrelevant example, but the main idea is that people are pretending like everything is perfect, by putting a pleasant picture in front of something they don’t want to look at.
     Another way I think of this picture is someone’s insecurities and desires to impress people. People get quite caught up in longing to be perceived a certain way that they will hide or cover up imperfections in order to fulfill that longing. The painting represents the cover up and behind the painting lies the imperfection.
     This piece of artwork makes me feel inspired because it’s in my power to decide what I want to be behind that painting. It gives me a sense of power because I can have my own interpretation and no one can prove that I’m wrong. I think that is a very refreshing feeling, and for that reason I very much like this painting.

Apr. 14th, 2010

My Theme Songs

Suddenly I See
KT Tunstall

I feel that this song represents me in the fact that the singer is being inspired by someone. In the song, she describes this woman who is beautiful and awe-inspiring. She sings that, “everything around her is a silver pool of light, the people who surround her feel the benefit of it”. While there is not necessarily one particular person who makes me feel as inspired as KT Tunstall feels by the girl in the song, I have certainly had moments that make me aspire to become better at something, like soccer. In the chorus, she sings, “Suddenly I see, this is what I want to be.” I can relate to that feeling because I have had that feeling a couple times when I know I want to do something. For example, when I was 8 years old and playing rec. soccer, my team went to a Cal game together. We got to play on the field at halftime and we got our jerseys signed by the players after the game. I remember feeling so inspired and knowing that I wanted to be the best I could be at soccer. I’ve also had other times where I’ve felt inspired to be better, like when Sydney and Sydnie read their responses or interpretations to things in class, and their perspectives are really insightful. I’m inspired by different qualities in different people quite often, so I think this aspect of the song is very representative of me.

I also really like the first line of the song, which says that, “her face is a map of the world”. I think this is a really cool idea because it’s like all of a sudden everything seems possible, or makes sense. To me that is kind of inspiring because, as a teen, so many things in my life are confusing and I don’t really know what I want to do with my life yet. It’s comforting to know that theres a chance that at some point in my life, things will start making sense.

She Moves in Her Own Way
The Kooks

This song is about individuality, and a girl that marches to her own beat. I think this song could be a good theme song for me because I believe that I march to my own beat in many ways. I don’t tend to have problems speaking my mind and being myself. The song is a guy singing about the girl who moves in her own way, and a couple lines in to the song he says that, “It’s not about your make-up or how you try to shape up to those tiresome paper dreams”. I love this line because it represents my attitude toward life. It’s always annoying when people try to conform and be exactly what they think everyone else wants them to be. When people act differently just to fit it, it is stupid, because people should just be proud of the way they really are. What I’m saying sounds incredibly cliché, but I think it really is true. I also like how it talks about “those tiresome paper dreams”. I think a lot of people have dreams to go to a good college and get a job that makes a lot of money. For me, my dream and goal is to play soccer in college. I want to pursue what I love doing, even if it won’t necessarily make the big bucks.

Later on in the song, the man says, “You’re not about to lie down for your cause”. This also connects back to the idea of just doing things in order to fit in. If people don’t stand up for themselves or what they believe in, then they are just giving into what society wants them to be, rather than what they want to be. That all being said, I think this song would make a good theme song because it expresses my philosophy on life and the way I feel about certain things.

Ave Maria

I believe this song qualifies as a theme song for me because it is about someone who feels lost and how they look inside themselves to find their way. I am by no means religious, but I think the song is really pretty and has a good message that is a sentiment that I can relate to. In part of the song, it also refers to how “sometimes love can come and pass you by while you’re busy making plans”. I think this part of the song is important because sometimes we get so caught up in our lives that we forget to sit back and enjoy things. I know that this used to happen to me a lot, and I’ve learned to enjoy things more in life. Instead of getting so wound up by little details, I just go with the flow more and am happier because of it. In another part of the song, Beyonce says, “It’s out of your hands, baby you’ve got to understand”. This is something that I can totally relate to because I am a perfectionist in many aspects of my life. I used to get really worried about things that were out of my control and things that just didn’t deserve to be stressed over. One day, my mom told me to think what the worst thing that could possibly happen in a certain situation would be, and for the things that I was stressing about, it just wasn’t that bad. I have come to the point now where I have realized that some things are just out of my hands and there’s nothing I can do to control them. Sometimes things aren’t going to go exactly the way I want them to, and I have to learn to accept that, and figure out how to move on from there.

Mar. 20th, 2010

My Style

I’ve never been much of a fashionista. Give me some sweatpants, a big comfy shirt, and some wool socks and I am extremely content. One might wonder why I never wear these things to school. The answer is that I have discovered that I like to look fairly put together at school, and lounging clothes can be saved for after soccer/school. Anyways, I will get back to the main part of the prompt, which is the history of my style.

When I was in preschool, though I don’t remember much about my clothes, I was a fan of leggings as pants. My parents pretty much let me dress myself, and I remember one time wearing these hot pink leggings with a purple flowery shirt--- how tacky was I? Extremely. I typically wore keds, or some variety of simple shoe, with flowers or something like that one them. My hair when I was younger was a little shorter than shoulder-length, with straight-across bangs. I had bangs all through my preschool years and kindergarten, but started to grow them out in first grade, and I’ve never looked back.

In elementary school (the earlier years), my big things were overalls, corduroy, and these shoes that were called “gellies” (I’m not sure if that’s the correct spelling…). I wore overalls as long as I possibly could, but eventually, in like 3rd grade, they stopped selling them for the most part, thus I moved on stylewise. I also like corduroy pants, because I thought they looked really cool, and they were comfortable. I had a pair of corduroy overalls, which were logically the best of both worlds. For those of you who don’t know what gellies are, they are a type of shoe that is kind of like a sandal. They are basically very strappy and kind of woven with this semi plastic, yet still flexible and comfy material. I used to have a pair of clear, sparkly gellies in kindergarten, but when I was a little older, my brother’s friend Maya gave me a pair of gellies that were purple, and I used to wear them ALL the time. I’m trying to remember what else I wore in elementary school. In second and first grade, I wore tons of dresses to school. I had a couple of jumpers and some other dresses that I wore all the time. Jumpers and gellies were probably a very common affair at this point. In first grade I had really long hair, until around my birthday, when I cut it to a llittle shorter than shoulder length.

In my older elementary school years, I pretty much wore jeans with the occasional short skirt. I probably just wore t-shirts and stuff, because I always played kickball and foursquare, and basically ran around all the time at recess. I had two jackets that I alllllllways wore in third and fourth grade, my red San Francisco jacket, and my Mavericks sweatshirt. My red San Francisco was a zip-up fleece, and I have no idea why I had such an attachment to it. I loved my Mavericks’ sweatshirt because it was my first year playing competitive soccer and I apparently thought I was the shit. I wore it so much that the black is now gray, and the cuffs are only held together with blue thread sewed on by a terribly un-hand-eye-coordinated fourth grader. Maybe I’ll wear it to school one day…
Also, side note: all through elementary school, I wore running shoes/athletic shoes all the time, perhaps to improve my base running in kickball?

As far as middle school goes, I wore a lot of flared jeans. I was always, and to some extent still am, self conscious about how big my feet are. I thought that flare jeans would hide them, and it’s only this year that I’ve discovered skinny jeans. But anyways, in middle school, a lot of t-shirts and flare jeans were basically my wardrobe.

My current wardrobe, as Lilia would describe it, is a bunch of empire-waisted and floral shirts. It’s very true, now that I think about it, because I can only think of about 3 shirts that I own that don’t fall into either of those categories. I love moccasins, I have two pairs, my black ones and my comfy brownish-tan ones. I wear the black ones to school and when I go out, and I typically wear the tan ones to and from soccer. I could live in moccasins. I have an abundance of soccer sweatshirts from various teams, so usually on top of my empire-waisted and floral shirts, there is a soccer sweatshirt. I always have my nails painted; I don’t know why I love it so much. I paint my own nails, and have recently discovered that I can do French manicures…and that is really exciting. Well anyways, this blog is over twice as long as it has to be, and I’m pretty much done with my history of style. ☺

Mar. 14th, 2010

Another Interview

1.  Do you believe in karma?

I like the idea of karma, though I’m not necessarily sure if I believe in it. I like to think karma exists, because it seems only fair. At the same time, there are so many good hearted people out there who have had some really fucked up things happen to them, as well as people who are really terrible that have never had a reality check.

2.  What one current event in any aspect of world news do you think is being most neglected or underrepresented?


3.  If you could have any one superpower, what would it be and why?

If I could have any superpower, I would want to fly. I could go wherever I wanted without having to ask for a ride, and I could experience the most amazing views. Flying just seems like it would also be a nice way to relax and just feel a sense of invincibility.

4.  If you could invite any 5 famous people or characters to your birthday party, who would you pick?

My birthday is in less than a month! I would invite these 5 famous people/characters:

Adam Sandler

Sandra Bullock

Ellen Degeneres

Alicia Keys

Michael Buble

5.  If you could live in any film or book, what would you select? Would you want to be one of the characters, or would you want to be you (introduced as a new character)?

This a hard question because I am neither an avid film watcher nor am I an avid book reader. I guess I would say that I would want to be in the movie He’s Just Not That Into You. I’m saying this because in the end, everybody ends up happy, so perhaps if I were in that movie, my life would have a very happy ending as well. I would want to be introduced as my own character, though, because it would be too weird to live somebody else’s life.

6.  Who of your friends would make the best president? I can't wait to know why.

I have a lot of friends who I feel have different qualities that could combine to make the best president. However, if I had to pick just one, I would pick my best friend, Sonya. She is ridiculously smart, and she is also very well informed of current events, economics, etc. She is also really practical, which I feel is an important quality in a president. Also, I’ve known her since we were two, so basically I could live at the white house with her.  Sounds like a plan. 

7.  I used to always trip out that my strawberry Chapstick tasted so strongly like strawberries (and why was I eating so much Chapstick?). Then I realized that it wasn't the taste that was strong; it was the smell. They say that smell is the strongest sense (and I agree). What is your favorite smell? USE CONNOTATIONS, FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE, OR ANALOGY in your (butter) saucey answer.

I have many favorite smells, but the one that I cannot currently shake from my mind is the smell of my hair when I wash it with the Pantene with the green top. I’m sure I’m asking for comments by talking about my hair, but the smell of Pantene is so amazing. After getting home from a tournament and over 4 hours of soccer, there is no better feeling than washing out sweat and dirt, and replacing it with the smell of whatever the hell is in that shampoo. Imagine you are on a billion mile run through the Sahara Desert and you haven’t had water for a week. Finally you get magically find a river with the most pure water you’ve ever tasted. That is what Pantene is to me. Absolutely positively indescribable.

8.  Ignoring our budget crisis: If you could invent a new class for AHS to teach, what would it be? 

If I could invent a new class for AHS to teach, it would be called “Cross Training”. It would consist of soccer, softball, basketball, volleyball, tennis, and swimming. The class would be for people who love sports and have hella pent up energy from sitting and being bored in class. It would be competitive and people would be motivated to try, thus making the games more exciting. It would provide excellent cross training for people like me who only get to play one sport! 

9.  Identify any symbol from any film ever (pick your favorite if you can think of many from which to choose). Identify what it means and why you picked it.

I’m quite proud of myself because I had no idea how to answer this question, but I found a symbol from one of my favorite movies that I can use. In the movie the Notebook, there is an old beat up house. Everybody just sees it as an old, worthless shack and couldn’t care less about it. Noah, however, sees the beauty and potential that the house has. He eventually fixes it up and creates a beautiful house to live in. The house in this story is representative of Noah and Allie’s love for each other. Though in the beginning, it seems like a hopeless cause, Noah never gives up, and in the end, it all works out. I selected this symbol because I love the movie the Notebook and it was interesting to actually think about the movie on a slightly deeper level.

10. Will humankind still exist in 300 years?
I think that humankind will probably exist in 300 years in a totally messed up, polluted, disgusting way. I can’t imagine the quality of life being anywhere close to what it is now, or what it used to be unless world leaders make some serious changes now.

11. What is the most embarrassing song to ever grace your IPOD? Why was it there, may I ask?

I’m not sure how embarrassing it is, but what makes it slightly embarrassing is how much I love it. That song is the song “I Love Lucy” by Desi Arnaz.  It’s so catchy and happy. It’s still there because even though most people don’t like it, nothing gets me ready for a big game like “I Love Lucy.”

12. Did you support your answers?

I do believe that I did support my answers.

Mar. 6th, 2010

My Thoughts Part II

If your dog pooped on my bed I’d kill you. That’s fucking disgusting. Anywayssssss djlkajgklajgkljkajlajb I HATE DOING THESE STUPID THOUGHT BLOGSSSSS. I don’t want to write my thoughts for 15 minutesssssssssssssss. Oijgirjg;rjagl;kjlkjlkhjkldhjla that’s what my thoughts are like right nowwwwww. I’m tired and my body hurts and I have to get up at five in the morning tomorrow for soccer. 5 IN THE MORNING. And I had to get up at 5 this morning too. Gahhhh sometimes I question how much soccer takes over my life. It’s kinda pathetic how much time I have to devote to soccer. Glakjga;ljhklj I feel like all I ever talk about is soccer and people think I’m crazy because it’s all I talk about. BEND AND SNAP I love legally blonde; it’s on TV right now. Chick flicks are the best kind of movie there is. And comedies. Scary movies are not my thing. AHHHH the dishwasher beeper is going off and has been going off for like 15 minutes. I was originally too lazy to go get it, but now I have to sit here and type this stupid blog. Nobody’s gonna want to read my thoughts anyways. It’s stupid because my mind usually does nothing, like I don’t think about hella stuff all the time. I sound really dumb right now but whatever. Mrahhhhhhhhhhhh I miss high school soccerrrrrrrrr. My club coach is kinda frustrated as am I because I developed some bad habits during high school season. And now I have to play intense ass teams and I have some lazy habits. This sucksssss. Ughhh my phone is getting texts and I can’t read themmm. I’M GETTING NEW CLEATS TOMORROW!!!!!! I’M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think I want to get mercurials, like a girl on my team has because they look really cool. But I don’t want hella flashy cleats because I think it makes people look like they think they’re the shit. I don’t want to give off that kinda vibe, because I don’t think I’m the shit. I think once this fifteen minutes is done, I’m gonna go online and look up cleats. Because it’s Saturday night and I have to get up at 5 tomorrow so I’m home right now doing nothing with my life. I decided I should be productive and do some homework so now I’m doing homework, which is my blog. I’m avoiding my ellipses homework and Spanish, even though Spanish is easy. So here I am, sitting home alone on a Saturday night because my parents are out, and my brother is out, and my other brother is in Pennsylvania. And I am sitting on the couch watching legally blonde and blogging. Oh dear god my life is pathetic. I need to call Sonya back! She called me on that long ass bridge on the way to Stanford and I think I lost reception. I got to see my old team today!!!!!!! I miss them ☹ and it sucks that I don’t get to see them more often, but it was exciting to see them today!!! Jgljglajhkljkljkljkfljkjkljgkl fjakldfjakl;sgjklsgj MUST KEEP TYPINGGGGG. So lets seeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ahhhh college. I don’t like thinking about college. It’s really scary and there’s a reason that 15 years old don’t go to college. Because its too hard to make choices like what colleges you want to go to. I really hate homework. And I really don’t like school. I know those are such stereotypical things for teens to say, but I really just don’t like it. I have like 3 classes that are just so boring that I want to scream and run but instead I have to sit there for and hour and a half. I think I wouldn’t mind school so much if it wasn’t so boring. I wish we learned interesting things in classes like chemistry. Who gives a fuck what a mole is? Because I honestly don’t give a fuck. I don’t plan on being a chemist so why do I need to learn it? The dishwasher beeping needs to stop. Where is Danny? If he was here, he could turn it off for me. That would be funny if he came home right now and knocked on the door for me to let him in. hahahahah I would just have to leave him out there because I’m not supposed to leave the computer for 15 minutes. I must be getting close to done… my left leg is falling asleep. I hope I play forward tomorrow! I had fun playing up top today. But center mid was fun toooooooooooo. I’m going shopping tomorrow with Tay and Amy between our games. And after I get my cleats. I want to see my old team play again but Amy and Tay don’t want to so we probably won’t. I really like oran

Feb. 28th, 2010

My Ideal Life

Even though this sounds like it might be an easy blog, it’s really hard because I’m so indecisive and really don’t know what I want to do in my life. Well anyway, I guess I’ll just go with what comes to my mind and sounds fun.
               The path to my perfect life begins at UCLA. I do well in all of my classes, and play soccer there all four years. After that, I get drafted into the W.P.S. (Women’s Professional Soccer) and play on the team F.C. Gold Pride with Marta (an amazing Brazilian soccer start, for those of you who don’t know). My parents are super juiced because they get to see me play soccer closer to home than L.A.
               Eventually I get married to a man who is also a soccer player, or some kind of athlete. I want someone who can keep up with me, and who will want to go run or play soccer when I’m bored. Damn. It sounds like in the future I’m going to be a selfish, needy wife. Oh well, this is my ideal life. Anyway, despite the athleticism that my husband possesses, he doesn’t play professional sports. Instead, he is a physical therapist. That sounds random, and it is. I just chose it because I’m really tired and this blog is taking forever to write. A physical therapist sounds like a good job for my husband because if I’m ever injured, he’ll know exactly what to do, plus, he can help other people come back from their injuries. 
               When I get old in soccer years, I will become a coach at UCLA. Why UCLA? You might ask. I love southern California, so I think in my future I’m going to live there. It’s sunny, there are lots of beaches, and lots of frozen yogurt places. I also have a lot of family members who live down there, and I love my family, so it’ll be nice to be close to them. I’ll have a spacious office with a nice view of the campus. My colleagues, assistant coaches, and I all get along really well and are like a little family in the UCLA Athletic Department.
                I drive a baby blue convertible, because baby blue is a pretty color, not to mention the color of UCLA. Convertibles are the best kind of car because there is no roof so it’s like you’re outside. Of course, there will be a top that you can pull over because I don’t want to die in the smoggy-ness of LA traffic. 
               I think eventually in my future life, I would want some kids, probably somewhere between 2 and 3. I always liked having more than one sibling, but I think raising three or more kids would be really challenging. We’ll see I guess. I will raise them to be bilingual, because then school will be much easier when they have to learn a language. So many people that I know wish that their parents had taught them another language aside from just English when they were born, and since Spanish is the only language I currently have a shot at picking up, Spanish is probably going to be their second language. Now I’m starting to sound like a psycho mother too… oh goodness.
                Well, I’d like to live in a nice place in L.A. where all the houses do not look exactly the same.  Every time I go to San Ramon and see the developments, I am reminded that I want to live in a house that is not a part of one.  However, it seems like nowadays, unique houses are harder and harder to come by.  I enjoy cooking, so my family wouldn’t eat out hella often.  I’d use a lot of the same recipes that my mom uses, since I love the food she cooks, but I would make some of my own, too.  

That sounds like a fabulous life to me, so I’ll leave it at that. :)

Feb. 7th, 2010

Frozen Yogurt :)

So you may be wondering what the hell frozen yogurt is. For those of you who don’t know, it really isn’t like regular yogurt very much. Some go so far as to compare it to ice cream, but as a true connoisseur of all things frozen yogurt, ice cream really can’t compare. Some may think they have had frozen yogurt before, but beware, though Fresh Choice and Hometown Buffet have self serve frozen yogurt, it doesn’t come close to other frozen yogurt havens.
My first time eating frozen yogurt was in early July in Santa Monica with my family. We had been walking along 3rd Street, shopping bags in my hands, when a woman offered us free samples of frozen yogurt. It tasted delicious, and we were surprised by the method of “per ounce paying.” My dad, a lover of food, was more than happy to buy us all frozen yogurt. I ventured toward the chocolatey and sweet flavors while my mom bee-lined for the tart, crisp, fresh fruit flavors. That is the beauty of a self-serve frozen yogurt joint: Everyone is happy and can select exactly what they want. What could be better than shopping, with the sun beating down on you, and a refreshing cup of frozen yogurt in your hands? Though I thought the frozen yogurt was undoubtedly spectacular, returning back to the San Fernando Valley and it’s comparative lack of frozen yogurt made me forget about the heaven that was frozen yogurt.
Though I occasionally I had frozen yogurt with my team at “Top This Yogurt” in San Ramon, just over a month later from the first time that I had frozen yogurt, I began to realize how much I truly loved it. It was August 2009, and my mom and I were in Santa Barbara for a tournament. We got down early and had time to kill before the team meeting, so we went to State Street and strolled for a while. As hunger and temptation grabbed me, we passed a Pinkberry. We both enjoyed our frozen yogurt like little kids enjoy a new toy. At this point, I was starting to get hooked on fro-yo. A day or two later, I went to the frozen yogurt store across the street from our hotel: YoYumYum. It seemed like Santa Barbara was the place to go for frozen yogurt; frozen yogurt stores managed to pop up wherever we found ourselves. Since that time, I have gotten many family members and friends hooked on frozen yogurt as well. Frozen yogurt has become a tradition of sorts too. Every Thursday after practice in San Ramon, Amy, Taylor, and I go to Yogurtland and fill up on frozen yogurt before returning home.
Enough about my yogurt obsessed life, though; you’re probably still wondering why you should care about frozen yogurt. What makes it so special? The variety is what makes it so unique. With 10+ flavors of frozen yogurt, all just a lever pull away, the possibilities are endless. Toasted coconut, Pomegranate Tart, Double Cookies and Cream, Dutch Chocolate, Plain Tart, Peppermint, Strawberry, NY Cheesecake, Peanut Butter, Green Tea, Mixed Berry, Blueberry Tart, Gingerbread, Coffee, Eggnog: these are just some of the dozens of flavors that Yogurtland and other frozen yogurt eateries around the nation have to offer. Pick one flavor, pick them all, that is the beauty of self-serve. The texture of frozen yogurt is, to put it simply, bliss. The minute you put the spoon to your mouth, the coolness spreads across your tongue. Frozen yogurt’s texture is soft enough to be old people friendly, but firm enough to not be gross and melted-ice cream-ish. The flavors are exquisite and delicately crafted to please every customer. Frozen yogurt is more than just a food, it is a true form of art, especially when you consider possibly the most defining aspect of self-serve fro-yo: the toppings.
Think of any kind of fruit, and they will have it. Imagine your favorite candy bar in the world, and they will have that too. There are more acquired taste items too, like mochi, Kaptain Krunch, lychee, and banana chips. My personal favorite toppings are white chocolate chips, mochi, and kit-kats (not necessarily all together, of course). They even have baked goods, such as brownie bites, cheesecake bites, and cookie dough! Everybody has their own particular yogurt style. My particular yogurt style is to swirl flavors and have them spiral neatly. I often mix different complimentary flavors, like peanut butter and chocolate, and pile loads of chocolatey, sugary toppings on it. Others, like my friend Lily, put tons of flavors in a cup, and pile random delicious toppings on it in order to have a little of everything. Another one of my friends layers her frozen yogurt: yogurt, fruit, yogurt, fruit, in order to get an even mix. The beauty of frozen yogurt lies not simply in the taste, but also in the creativity that allows for a person to create their ultimate combination.
Though Southern California is possibly the most popular place for frozen yogurt, places like Berkeley and Pleasanton are beginning to emerge with a variety of yogurt dives as well. Though my personal favorite is Yogurtland, I’ve never been to a frozen yogurt pace that I didn’t love. My writing doesn’t do frozen yogurt justice, so go out there and try it for yourself. You just might be surprised at how amazing it is!

Jan. 31st, 2010

Maltese Falcon Mix Tape

Track 1: Everybody Plays the Fool by Aaron Neville

     I selected this song because it ties in with most of the characters in the book.  The main premise of the song is that everybody will eventually “play the fool” at some point or another in their life.  The main line that exemplifies this is the first line of the chorus, which says that, “Everybody plays the fool sometimes.”  In The Maltese Falcon, almost all of the male characters “play the fool” to Brigid O’Shaugnessy.  Brigid is the femme fatale of the novel because she uses charm, wit, and seduction to get what she wants from people.  She is a very successful in that she has managed to make multiple characters in the story play into her plot, and eventually, play the fool when she abandons them and seeks another man.  In the following line, “There’s no exception to the rule,” I am reminded how even in the end, Brigid ends up playing the fool.  After everyone leaves Sam Spade’s apartment, it is just Brigid and Sam together in his apartment.  Brigid believes that Spade has fallen in love with her and will not turn her into the cops.  Spade surprises her by saying that he refuses to fall in her trap, and that he knows just how cunning and clever Brigid really is.  Though at times Sam Spade has played the fool, he learns from his mistakes, and by the end, has Brigid O’Shaugnessy at his mercy.  Just after the chorus is the line that reminds me of the reason that Brigid was able to make so many people do what she wanted: “Falling in love is such an easy thing to do, But there’s no guarantee that the one you love is gonna love you.”  This is exactly what happened to the males in the story, which is the reason that Brigid O’Shaugnessy was such an effective femme fatale.  All of them fell for Brigid and her seductive ways so easily, while Brigid remained unconnected and uncommitted.  This allowed her to use them at her disposal to get whatever she needed from them, and nothing more.

Track 2: Karma by Alicia Keys

     Similar to the previous song, this song is related to Brigid O’Shaugnessy.  As one can probably deduce from the title, this song is about karma.  The first line of the chorus, “What goes around comes around, what goes up must come down,” makes me think of how Brigid played so many people, and in the end, got played by Spade.  While reading the novel, Brigid’s character seemed to receive karma after doing all the deceitful things she had done.  I can’t think of a better way to describe it than the song does, “What goes around comes around.”  Just after that line, Alicia Keys asks, “Now who’s cryin’, desirin’ to come back to me?”  When Sam tells O’Shaugnessy that he plans to turn her in, she crawls back to him, and attempts to make him realize that he actually loves her.  She wants him back, and wants him to love her and not turn her in.  I think that Sam Spade was thinking along the same lines that Alicia Keys was, in that it was pleasurable for him to see her crying to him, and pleading for him to go back with her.  Another line in the song, “No need to hose me, fool, ‘cause I’m over you,” also resonates with this message.  Though often in the story, it appears that Sam is either in love with or falling in love with Brigid, by the end of the novel he makes it clear that he is done.  Despite their sexual relations, Sam is wise as to her true colors.  Even if Sam actually did love Brigid, he knew it wouldn’t last, and led her to believe that he actually was completely through with her.  The final reason this song reminds me of The Maltese Falcon, though it is slightly unrelated to the other examples, is because it says, “What you do to me, you’re confusin’ me.”  All through the book, Brigid O’Shaugnessy is, in my mind, by far the most confusing character.  She tells so many lies and double crosses so many people that even Sam Spade falls for one or two of her traps.  She is a very, very, confusing character to Sam Spade and readers alike.

Track 3: Tumthumping by Chumbawamba

     This song reminds me very much of Sam Spade’s “never give up” attitude.  The song Tubthumping is very repetitive, and one of the lines repeated most is, “I get knocked down, but I get up again.”  I think this attitude is very relevant to Sam Spade, because he never gives up.  Despite all of the setbacks, red herrings, and loopholes he discovers, Spade never once gives up.  He always manages to keep on going, and eventually, this mentality lets him uncover the truth behind all of the lies.  Right after this line is a line that say, “You’re never gonna keep me down.”  Spade shows off this kind of attitude in more than just one scene in the novel.  Though Gutman, Cairo, and O’Shaugnessy all attempt to prevent Spade from uncovering the truth about them, he makes it clear that he will never be kept from the truth.  He has confidence to the point of vanity, and he is always extremely sure of himself, which is pretty much exactly how the song is.  There is also another way in which this song reminds me of Sam Spade.  At one point in the song, it goes, “He drinks a whiskey drink, he drinks a vodka drink, he drinks a lager drink, he drinks a cider drink.”  This too reminds me of Sam Spade because he is often drinking in the novel.  Be it the first time he meets Gutman, or whenever he is waiting at a bar to snoop on Joel Cairo, Spade is frequently found with a drink in his hand.  However, though he drinks a lot, it never impairs him in any way or slows his thinking, which seems different than the singer of the song.

Track 4: Private Eye by The Alkaline Trio

     Most of this song could relate to The Maltese Falcon, but I think there are a few specific lines that outline some large parts of the novel quite nicely.  One of these lines is, “There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink,” which I think is hugely comparable to Sam Spade.  Sam does not have relationships with others outside of those that are absolutely necessary to do his job.  He never speaks of family, or of a significant other, or any friends at all.  He leads a very distant and lonely life, and I feel like these lyrics sum that up perfectly.  Though he almost always has something to drink, he never has someone to kiss, which is why I think this line is quite relevant.  Another aspect of the book that is covered in the song is the fact that Sam Spade hates the police.  The best line that shows this is, “You won’t have to stop saying ‘I love the cops’ for anyone but me, your private eye.”  To me, there is no song lyric that could better describe Sam Spade’s attitude toward the police.  He resents them and loves to poke fun at them, just as the song is doing.  Most people think that cops could do no wrong, but private eyes see more than the general population do, which is most likely why Sam Spade is so skeptical of them.  One last connection to the novel is in one of the opening lines of the song.  They sing, “Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards.”  This is related to The Maltese Falcon because Sam Spade uncovers a lot of evidence and clues by going through people’s stuff.  This song reminds me of when he went to Joel Cairo’s hotel and searched through all of his belongings.  Things that might not seem suspicious or off to the untrained eye are easily picked up by private eyes like Sam Spade.

Track 5: Watching the Detectives by Elvis Costello

     Like the previous song, this song also has many connections to The Maltese Falcon.  In the beginning of the chorus, the line, “She is watching the detectives as they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,” reminds me of Brigid O’Shaugnessy.  The lyric makes me think of someone who is pretending to be an innocent by-stander, or someone who isn’t really involved.  Brigid attempts to make Spade think that she is merely a victim in all of this, even though she is the one who is really “shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot[ing]”,  Just after these lines comes the line, “They beat him up until the teardrops start, be he can’t be wounded ‘cause he’s got no heart.”  To me, this line is exactly like Sam Spade.  The beating up part is like him, but I think the part that relates most to Spade is how he doesn’t have a heart.  Though there were traces of it all throughout the book, by the end, Spade made it clear that his heart, if there even was one, would never be attached to anyone.  Not Effie, Iva, and especially not Brigid.  Like the detective in the song, Spade’s lack of emotion prevents him from being wounded, along with his street smarts of course.  Finally, the song touches on a large part of Sam Spade’s life: Smoking.  The song says, “You snatch a tune, you match a cigarette,” which is very much like the life of Spade.  Everywhere he goes, he is lighting up.  He is either smoking or rolling a cigarette for the vast majority of the book.

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