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    Sunday, September 4th, 2005
    3:25 pm
    Crispin Hellion Glover
    So last night, out of the unexpected, something that I'd never imagine possible happening, not ever in this life time really, actually happened. I met Crispin Hellion Glover. I got to speak with him twice really. At the Oaks Theater, located in Pittsburg, which was about a 5-6 hours ride away from Rowan, Crispin was performing his Big Slide Show and showing his movie "What is it?" in its final form after 10 years of production. The Big Slide Show was alright, I couldn't really follow where Crispin was going with the reading of his 10 books. His books were really just random Victorian books that he had blotted out the words of in ink here and there and he'd added some pictures in between the pages to make a new story. This method itself has been done actually as Crispin always likes to subtley take credit for things that he thinks he created or just to fool the audience into thinking he did as he'd sneakily talks his way around and out of things if no one questions him about copyrights. His enunciation was great to listen to as usual but it did get a bit boring and monotonus 'cause it was more like he was just reading words that didn't make sense. Some of the pictures were pretty interesting and I guess everyone was supposed to form their own kind of interpretation as from what they saw from The Big Slide Show. Nonetheless, it was fun to hear him scream randomly and then the audience goes into laughter or just in silence and wonderment. The movie "What is it?" was pretty interesting I guess. I'd already known what it was going to be like since I've read so many reviews on it over the last few years already. I'll talk about that later. So After his Big Slide Show and his film "What is it?" was played, there was a question/answer forum. People asked questions that's been asked a milion times before to which I know what his every answer was going to be like 'cause I most likely have read about 95%interviews on him the last few years I was obsessed about him. The thing with Crispin is that he has memorized most of his answers so that he would not have to be as self-conscious about his speech and can speak in eloquence. He still stutters here and there of which is something that I can relate to myself. I can't really talk well or think on the spot unless I've written it down already and the next thing I'd have to do is just go from memory of what I'd written earlier and translate that into actual speech. I guess it's just that I have so many things I want to say and I become so self-conscious of the organization of how I want to present it I just mess everything up altogether. I think Crispin has something similar like that.. or I just so think. But what don't understand is how a 41 year old actor still hasn't gotten over this habit and especially after he's done so many movies too. So anyway, finally I asked him a question myself in which I had to repeat the question about 100 times in my head over and over again while my heart palpitated tremendously as I wait for one question after another to be done. I must've raised my hand about 6 times, but each time they were half raised. Crispin looked at me sympathetically the 5th time as I raised my hand but then he had to turn to this other guy I guess 'cause he was more like aggressive in the way he raised his hand? And then the 6th time I raised my hand up high and Crispin lean forward on the stage towards my direction and pointed his arms at me and went "You! Yes, you have a question." I didn't even realize how fast I spoke until the words literally dropped from my lips, "Are you planning on releasing the rest of the books that you haven't released yet? And what about the talk of a second CD? A second audio CD that is?" And he said something along the lines of his not having enough money to be able to publish any of his 10 books with his budget. He really wants to do, "Around the World," which has some color in the book but that's going to be more expensive so he might get that published in Hong Kong 'cause it does the cheapest printing in the world. And then he totally just missed the second question at that point and not until later on did he kind of come back into it and said something about not having enough money to release that second album either. So then after the long Q&A there was a signing outside. I waited in line for about 20 minutes which wasn't bad at all until it was finally my turn to go see Crispin. I think I was like the 6 or 7th person to get my stuff signed. I kept on peeping at him from where I was on line and he probably thinks it's kind of weird no matter how many times someone has done that to him. So there he was, up ahead he was a couple of feet in front of me. I slouch a little bit and look at the ground and look at him and kind of smile and he looks at me and sort of smiles. I quickened up my pace and looked at him and kind of looked a way for a second and finally there he was.


    "Hi, Mr. Glover how are you?" I shake his hand.
    "Hi, I'm well how are you?"
    I clutch onto his CD and DVD that I brought with me from home and looked at him square in the face. I couldn't believe he was right in front of me.
    He looked very good. His face was of a very nice and interesting structure. There were a lot of sharp edges here and there. His hair was dark and his eyes were blue. His nose had that funny little indent on the tip of it and his cheekbones were pretty high. This man now was wearing only a white collared shirt along with another sleeveless black jacket thing he had over that and his tie was a bit unloosened and his sleeves rolled up a tad.
    I smiled and looked at him and said "I'm very nervous.." and just kind of paced backward a little bit. He just kind of took the CD I had in my hand and the DVD and then he asked me if I'd like to get my picture taken with him.
    "yes."
    So he looked at a guy who was working there and told him "Would you please take a picture of the two of us?"
    "Oh btw, my name is Laura" and I shake his hand again. I practically whispered my name.
    "What is it?" he leans forward to hear me talk.
    "It's Laura."
    And he kind of takes my camera and hands it to the guy. I wasn't sure what to say after that or how to pose with his sitting down. So I just kind of stooped myself to his level a little bit as the guy aims the camera at us.
    "So how'd you like the show?"
    I paused, smiled, waited for the flash from the camera to finish before I answered. "I think it's wonderful."



    "Oh I'm glad."
    "Well what I got from the film is that it's a whole film about nihilism."
    "Really.. that's interesting." He begins to sign my CD, what's your name again? He started with a "LA.."
    "It's Laura."
    I go on, "Yeah, and well from my own point of view from what I see, it's a film about nurturing and when something is nurtured it ends up either being destroyed or it somehow destroys you."
    "Why do you think that?"
    "Well.." I was caught off guard and put on the spot at that point but I made a quick comeback, "Well what parts show and reflect nurturing was at that scene where eggs were pouring out of Shirley Temple's head."
    "His face lit up as he listened "Okay.."
    "And then later on when that man was being pleasured, he was clearly show to being nurtured and he was obviously in some sort of a shell/egg thing that was the pedestal that supported him. You sent the woman to nurture him and by doing that he eventually and finally becomes powerful enough whereas he overthrows you from your own throne!"
    "Yes and I end up being killed. So you think it's a movie about nurture and destruction. Oh, that's very thoughtful!"
    I was thinking like.. please Crispin, give me a more than generic response.. it is your own goddamned movie..
    So I continued "Well that's just what I got from it. It'd be great if your film goes on DVD sometime soon so I can watch it again and then grasp and understand more of what the movie was about in the way where'd you inten.."
    He interupts me, "Yeah, there have been people from the past who does not only watch one viewing but also another one the next night. Actually there are people from the other night who came that came tonight as well. Yeah.. for that kind of thing, people might want to watch something a few times to get a better understanding of it. It's good that way."
    "I would most definitely love to watch another viewing but I don't live around this area. Actually we're 6 hours away from this theater."
    "6 hours? Oh yeah? So did you drive here? Where are you from?"
    "Oh yeah 6 hours. We're from New Jersey. It was such a pain to drive here for 6 hours." And then I just kind of covered it up with a "Oh I mean it's not that much of a pain since I get to see you!"
    And then I went on, "I was actually going to the Boston Film Festival to see your film there but somehow it seems that at the last second your showing was cancelled.."
    He seems to be expressionless.
    "Yeah originally there was a listing where your film was on their website but then just like a week prior to the festival your name was taken out and I asked them why the case was and they just told me you went to Europe to do a showing over there instead at the last second since it was a better offer. It was around summer time."
    "I absoulutely rearranged my schedule way earlier than a week in advance. Those people just like to use my name in order to promote their website to get more people to come to their festival. They wait until the last week to take my name off of their listing just so their sales to the festival can go up." He shakes his head.
    "Yeah well they told me that you just dropped out a week without notice and decided to do the better showing in Europe."
    "That is not true. Now I know to not allow my movie to be played there at this festival in the future then."
    "Well, I will have other showings in big cities like New York and.. (I forgot what the other one was). So you can see me in NYC since you live there."
    "No, I don't live there."
    "Where are you from?"
    "New Jersey, yeah.. how I found out about this was through livejournal. That's how I get up to date with what you do and where you might have showings and such."
    At this point, I was still totally oblivious to how much I was making the whole line wait.
    "What is livejournal?"
    "Well livejournal is an online journal, more of an online diary where you write frequent updates about yourself and then people make comments about what you write on your entries. The portion where I found out about your showings was through this community that was talking about you."
    "I hope no one was impersonating me because people tend to do that on the internet. I have people who have done that in the past and I did not like that."
    I just shook my head in disagreement too and said that's such a shame. He was about to shake my hand for me to go until I looked the other way and ignored it and asked if I could ask him a quick question.
    He was like ok.
    "Well, a couple of years ago there was this article on Rolling Stone about you which made you to sound like something like that of an elitist. Oh yeah and could you sign also this and this for me too please?(points at my tickets)"
    "One's for my friend. Her name's Judy. And one's for me."
    His eyes widened a little bit, "An elitist?"
    "Yes.. the way they were depicting you it seemed like they were making you sound something of an elitist."
    "Well, I mean I think everyone is an elitist in their own way. It may not necessarily be bad. It can even be good. What's wrong with thinking something good about one self? I don't think there's anything wrong with someone thinking good about themselves."
    "Yes that is true.. but the way they were depicting you in the megazine.."
    Crispin is looking a little bit annoyed at this point. "What'd they say about me? That's why I like to do shows like these so I can.."
    I interuppted him, "Represent yourself."
    "Yes, represent myself while I show people my work in the way that I want to. And I mean I'm certainly waiting to talk to people too after the show like right now and do these signings. I certainly don't see how that can be elite."
    "Do you think you're an elitist? Oh yes you're absoulutely right. I mean you're actually taking your time to talk to everyone one on one in which you don't have to and you are able to just ask someone to ecort someone like me out anytime that you want to. Well my defintion of an elilist is where an elitist only associates themselves with only who they think to be elite and stick with that."
    "I don't think I'm an elitist. So what'd the article say?"
    I thought for a little bit as I look at the ceiling, "I'm sorry.. for the life of me I can't exactly pinpoint down to what they said exactly so I can't tell you what they said."
    One of the things he addressed to Judy, the other one he addressed it to blank. I told him that one was for my friend and one was for me. He somehow now thinks that I'm Judy and the blank he left was for my friend.
    "My name's Laura."
    And then he was saying how since I'm from NY I can see his showing there next time.
    "I'm not from New York."
    "Where are you from again?"
    "New Jersey."
    "oh ok."
    So then I said I'm not going to keep him anymore and I smile and finally begin to depart.
    "I guess I'll see you again later maybe in New York or something." and I shake his hand again.
    "Yeah ok, See you later good bye."
    "See you."
    "And have a safe trip driving back home!"
    "Thank you. Bye."

    And throughout the conversation he kept on forgetting my name and seemed really spacy. He kept on also thinking that I'm from New York.. But by all means, I think Crispin is a very intelligent man to pull everything off the way that he has been doing.

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    "details/shitz/comments that i added at bottom" - http://www.livejournal.com/community/crispinglover/257684.html?nc=8

    (toss 'em embers onto my grave)

    Monday, January 10th, 2005
    10:23 pm
    Really.. wow
    Today me and Sheelah went to this theater where we could movie hop with no one to pay mind. Within our compromise we watched what I had wanted to see "Closer," and what she'd wanted to see "The Incredibles". Both movies were absoulutely phenomenal. I could not get enough of "Closer". There were so many great themes in it that portrayed relationships on a much more real and authentic light versus the everyday mundane monotony of a perfect happy ending sort of love that may be shown in some movies. There was no protagonist or antagonist. Themes that were included are the addiction to sex, clinging to familiarity(regression), possesion and jealousy, one's pride and the need to know the truth over "love", gaining happiness by taking from someone else's, lust for older woman(Julia Roberts) vs. the sexy young gun(Natalie Portman), aggresion vs. submission, wanting to be loved vs. having someone close to them, indecisiveness of love and greed and wanting more than one can have, revenge and vengeance, etc. The list goes on. Now these themes doesn't show that human beings are "bad". It's just the way things are and this film shows the whole of love, the good and the bad and also the adrenaline rush that emphasizes it all. There is no permenance in love. It was absoulutely phenomenal. And the way the movie was directed, the plot jumped very quickly from one time span unto the next without a waste of time, which shows the ever changing and unstable mind and the unpredictability of things. That things are just the way they are, one shouldn't be surprised if someone's feelings and action rotates 180 degrees overnight without a prior notice. I have to say I have never seen a movie quite like this before showing the roughs of up and down from a very speculative point of view. The occupations given to the four main roles created very interesting characters - photographer, doctor, obitruary jounalist, and stripper. I was really impressed with the photographer. Especially in the scene where Julia Roberts took a picture of Natalie Portman when she was crying. She robbed her emotions and expressions by snapping her snapshot. She stole those emotions from her just to show other people a "work of art". It was very stylish and beautiful. I really really enjoyed the film.

    Current Music: Damien Rice - Blower's Daughter

    (4 flames | toss 'em embers onto my grave)

    Thursday, November 25th, 2004
    10:47 pm
    Just something on my mind
    I've been thinking a lot about death lately. Not like death as in dying and the afterwards but just that there are many ways and possibilities that someone can die. It's more of a surprise how someone can survive a day without dying. What if this building which we put our trust in to not collapse collapsed and what if that one screw is not fixated on your ceiling fan and it comes crashing to everyone's death, what if a bomb just drops on you, what if you get run over by a car, what if an electrical item was left by the sink and you touched it while it's still operating. Human beings are very frail. We're more likely to die than those animals out in the woods even maybe or should be. We're surrounded by things that can kill us any second. I think we're very fortunate to still be breathing. Everyone just assume they'd be alive, kicking and well for quite a long while. I feel like I can laugh that I survived for 19 years now still having color in my cheeks. No one should scoff if death comes to our door any second. I wonder when/how we all first accepted the concept of death. Ever since I was young I could remember knowing that it's just what people do, die I mean. It wasn't a big thing as in "Mommy, what is death?" We never had that. We all knew that Santa Claus is a fable. Men are perverts. And people just died. It was never explained but we all knew. Although I do remember going through that phase when I was four of crying night after night envisioning loved ones being dead. But then those nights just stopped. So it's a coincidence to be watching "Six Feet Under" having had these thoughts more frequent than usual lately. It's a good series.

    (toss 'em embers onto my grave)

    Monday, November 15th, 2004
    11:11 am
    The Most Gullible and Confused Person in the world
    People say one thing to you but when word gets back it's always something different. How do you know what the hell words to believe, who to trust? Even with family affairs, someone says this about a person - how do I look at them now? Should I look at them differently? Not so differently? What if I can't control how I feel now? When you think you know someone, something always bites you in the ass. You tell me one thing, my usual instinct is to believe. I don't question but just believe. Maybe questioning is good, but you can't live a life filled with paranoia. But then you can't take things at face value either. And hey, the biggest question is can you even trust yourself?

    Current Music: No one else comes close - Backstreet Boys

    (4 flames | toss 'em embers onto my grave)

    Wednesday, November 10th, 2004
    6:55 pm
    Slept
    Class ended at 4:30 as usual on a Wednesday afternoon. I went back to my dorm expecting Sunny to call me any moment to go eat dinner before the both of us head home for the week. She usually calls me in between 4:30 to 6 every day and my job was to wait for her phone call. I didn't watch anime 'cause I hate to be interrupted if someone calls me. And I didn't go to Arnel's 'cause then she wouldn't be able to call me on my dorm phone. So I read a little bit then slept. My roommate woke me up at 7 and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was still waiting for Sunny. That's when I realized Sunny already left after her one class was finished today. She never goes home but tomorrow we have that day off. So she went home with her brother. These two hours and a half gave me a bewilderment for about half an hour and even now really. I just waited and waited... for nothing. So now I have to eat these crummy noodles for dinner.

    (toss 'em embers onto my grave)

    Friday, November 5th, 2004
    10:24 pm
    The juxtaposed barrier between my Chinese/American manners
    Today my cousin just reminded me that our grandpa is dying. It's rather funny how I totally overloooked that his annual trip to Hong Kong was earlier than usual. It just flew over my head. The day he left with my grandmother was the night I came back. I would say it was my fault for not visiting them two weeks prior the first time I did come back. I didn't just come home and stay there, I went to a friend's house instead. My father yelled at me as usual in Chinese for straying away from home but I just ignored it til he brought up about my grandparents. I did feel a pang in my heart but didn't think too much about it. So back to where I started, ironically the next time I'm here again - they'd already gone. My cousin speaks to me in English but I speak with him in Chinese because I believe that within families, Chinese should be used because it maintains a rather more familiar atmosphere that I don't share with anyone else. Although my Chinese has been declining, I still feel I should stick with it. For some strange reason, I'm a much warmer person speaking in our American language. But through my native language, I'm as reserved as ever. That's why I cannot communicate with my family. So that's also why my brother and I still aren't speaking because we're so stubborn in the ways that we are.

    (2 flames | toss 'em embers onto my grave)

    Monday, November 1st, 2004
    4:43 pm
    Crispin Glover
    Yeah, he’s that celebrity whom I swooned over for a whole year from ’02-’03. I bought his music CD, DVD’s, movie stubs, and his books because he was such a strange and unique individual. That was the first list of mistakes I made. I fell right into idolism. Until I found out he believes he is the elite and would only associate himself with the elite(that’s also why I’m so firmly against the whole concept now if you’ve noticed.)That day I got a slap in the face from a February issue of the “Rolling Stone” article with Ruben Studdard on the cover. However accurate the article may be or not, it certainly gave me something to think about and a reality check. What’s really ironic was that day I also realized what I was doing even almost egged on part of Crispin’s philosophy(as if he even knows of my existence). So I wrote out an email to the Crispin Mailing list I’m in and voiced out what I thought of Mr. Glover. Some agreed, some disagreed, and many stayed silent. Since then, this one girl still emails me periodically with a few letters every couple of months trying to persuade me otherwise. Today I wrote out a longer email to her than usual.

    "Hey Tanya. I respect your passion and effort in continuously trying to persuade me that Mr. Crispin Glover isn't only rather "the elite"as what I'd connotated. I know for a fact that it's not all of which makes up his entire character. He is also weird, eccentric, childlike, charasmatic, and has that knack for interesting things. I've already read the article that you showed me about a year and a half ago. It's actually one of the first articles I read that made me fall in love with him. I still believe he is somewhat rather neat and different. But what I overlooked was that there are also other people out there who are smart, strange, and sexy. One cannot just stay in one area worshipping and admiring someone just because they are that "great". It's great that Crispin is a Hollywood actor who appears to be different than the other stereotypical mainstream movie actors who waste their money and get drunk. But then, Crispin also put his money into having fun and entertainment. He goes to playboy mansions and have flings with his many big chested bunnies as everyone else. Not that there is anything wrong with it. But his whole philosophy, what I seem to pick up from how he put himself out as, was that he doesn't want to be pro-culture. He doesn't want to be like everyone else. He wants to be the counter-cultural. He wants to go against the stream of the flow in which the river's going. At the end, he ended up letting himself be washed downward with it. And also, keep in mind the article you showed me was from 2001. I think ever since then, and especially since his split with Alexa Loren, Crispin had this ephiphany and realized that there's actually more to what he thought there was out there to offer him. Why should there be a reason to be counter-cultural when you're happy right now? Who knows?

    Whatever he does is his business of course. I've just lost the light in which I'd seen him in, particularly this character of him in which I made up in my head. None of us really knows who he is really. But until something new comes up, I'm not too bothered and am moving on and doing my own thing.

    ~Laura"

    Throughout this whole experience it gave me a broader point of view on life in general. There is no use in thinking you’re the best and going on denouncing everyone/anyone. If anything – you can only progress for the better in continuing to try to improve your own character and to share with others what you do have. Otherwise you wallow up in a strip of mud being stuck in one hard and cold place. Even though just now I am denouncing Crispin and some others. Ah the irony!

    (4 flames | toss 'em embers onto my grave)

    Saturday, October 23rd, 2004
    2:29 pm
    Home and pain
    It has been three weekends since I came home for the second time. Yesterday I got to see "The Grudge" with the usual gang - Judy, her brother, and her boyfriend. It was only alright 'cause it has the same exact concept as "The Ring" with the whole spiral and never ending cycle thing. Not that all movies are/have to be original but it probably made the general American audience think that the only Japanese horror there is out there is this one genre which is not true. If they only had a bigger variety of other types of Japanese horror or just Japanese films in between the two that came out in the US then it should be alright. What I really liked about the movie though is that they covered a many range of different scary scenes and situations as opposed to the ghosts staying in one area doing the same thing. And Bill Pullman was in it!!! Oh, and what really bothered me was this one Japanese woman being a subtle stalker. I felt a little twitch 'cause it reminded me of the unrealness and also realness of anime. Not that anime came first before Japanese culture/asian culture. And there was another reason... Other than that, I slammed the car door on my index finger by accident so now the blood is bleeding internally inside my nail. It hurts like hell. The door actually totally shut on it with a thud and I had to yank my finger out. My immediate reaction wasn't all like screaming and yelping, but my eyes just widened 'cause I was surprised at the excruciating pain. It was like that time when I went on the roller coasters for the very first time. I wasn't familiar with how to react. Today my dad rammed a shopping cart at me by accident so I sprained my ankle and crashed to the floor. I was more annoyed that not only did he not apologize to me but I was literally sprawled on the ground in front of him looking stupid. A man next to us laughed. Oh and we did go to Chinatown today in New York. When we were crossing from street to street we noticed this line of limosines one after another passing by and a personally hired orchestra chasing after them stopping once in a while to play some sad music. I glanced at the picture of the deceased man on one of the limos and looked through the other cars to see the passengers in them who in one way or another knew the man. I looked at the traditional solemn but composed expressions on the Chinese men's faces and couldn't help but have tears form in my eyes. It's so sad. My dad was commenting how funerals are much more of a bigger deal than weddings. 'cause you can have as many weddings as you want. But you can only have one funeral. That reminded me of that movie with Hugh Grant, "Four Weddings and a Funeral".

    (1 flame | toss 'em embers onto my grave)

    Tuesday, October 19th, 2004
    2:36 am
    I've been trying
    I've been trying to surpass all of them. But they're not giving me a second chance. Is it fair? No matter what I do and how I present myself. What's worse than anything is the look of neutrality. No.. it's more like there's something seriously wrong but everyone's too afraid to say a word. Have you ever seen the movie "Nurse Betty"? I love the movie but I hate it. A lot of times I feel like I'm put into those situations with that awkward feeling/vibe. Everyone around me know what's going on but I'm still just waiting for the punchline. I may act like I'm stronger than how I was last year but I'm still the same. It's killing me inside just to seem like I got better, that I'm stronger... It's a laugh, that's what it really is. Though, there were a few people who saved me today. Someone told me I'm too nice, too nice of a person. He asked me why I was like that. And my Spanish teacher from this morning gave me an encouraging smile as always and told me "Good job" when I was walking out of the class. He always gives me those very feeling looks that makes me think that everything's alright. He knows that there's something wrong with me. My dad called me today 'cause earlier I told him I wanted to come home this weekend. He was happy to bring me home. He asked me if everything's ok, if anyone was being mean to me, if I was depressed. I just answered yes, no, and no while biting my tongue. It makes me want to cry every time someone's nice to me. I never meant anyone any harm. I swear to God.

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    Monday, October 18th, 2004
    1:17 am
    Celebrity sighting
    It was pretty nuts. Along with my friend, we saw Robert Trujillo and Kirk Hammett from Metallica. We were sitting on the steps eating our lunches on the street of DC when we heard loud cheering and talking from across the street. I thought it was coming from Hooters but my friend motioned to me the store next to it that had a small crowd forming. I was curious to find out what was up so as we cross the street we begin to see more clearly that it was the gathering of people with Metallica T-shirts on. I remember earlier on, the MCI Center calendar board mentioned about a Metallica concert today! So when we joined the crowd, on a board outside the skater clothing store, it labeled a welcome to "Metallica". Me and my friend just looked at each other and rushed in front of the store window. We soon realized that the radio station "99.1" a station at Washington DC had Metallica with them today for an interview to promote their upcoming movie and they were also doing signings. We looked through the glass window and wondered to each other which of the people in there were Metallica lol. We had no idea what they looked like. We only found out who was who by watching who was being interviewed. "Rob" was the one wearing this blue hat with a red shirt who had a very distinguished goatee. I do recognize having seen him around. And that other guy "Kirk" was the one with the long wavy hair and mustache. They seemed like pretty chill guys from hearing them respond to certain questions. To Rob they asked if he'd perfer sushi or a steak dinner, he said sushi. Just random questions. So we stayed for a bit to watch while my friend for some reason didn't want to stay. She thought it was boring. I looked at her like she was freaking out of her mind. Even though I don't really know these people either, I know they rock everyone else's world. I was intent on standing my ground. We even got free posters for their movie "Some Kind of Monster". Also outside on the street was this long white limo. My friend told me she saw it earlier when we were by Chinatown, I hadn't noticed it. It was strange to know she saw them earlier.

    What happened was that we started to DC on a school field trip 'cause I wanted to check out museums. My first choice was to go to the Holocaust Museum but we only stayed for a little bit. 'cause my friend and her friend who was with us weren't "into it". It really pissed me off, in SO many ways! I don't understand how someone could just not be interested in the holocaust. And and and.....!!! Sunny just said she's not "crazy" about it. That's not even the case I mean!!! And her friend was asking me why I want to go. I was just like why not?? So I was just like screw it. I'll come back with my family next time or just by myself. I don't like anyone rushing me in a museum. After that we went to the Museum of Air and Space but didn't stay there long either 'cause the two were impatient as hell. So we went down to Chinatown because Sunny wanted to and we checked out some asian stores and got some food. Her friend disappeared on us and he was supposed to meet some girl over the internet who was from the area. Later on, on the bus ride back home we see him still carrying this stuffed animal he got for her still so we guess that she never made it. So anyway, in DC there are a lot of very interesting things. We saw strange people on this "Bush/Cheney Can!" bus who dressed as a middle eastern man, and this other guy with suspenders on or something. They were shouting weird stuff. There are a lot of hippies, blondes, asians and blacks, homeless people, and homoseuxals. It was really sad when this man homeless man came up to me begging for something to eat. I gave him my bag of cookies from my bag. There was something about DC, one area of it are all monuments, another was this rich shopping area, and then there's the urban area. It was very interesting. Prices were rigged in every food stand and store. The air smelled very fresh.

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    Saturday, October 9th, 2004
    3:27 pm
    Ha ha ha
    I saw "The Punisher" yesterday and it was great. It was so suprisingly dreary that it's hilarious. He is different than the other superheroes because he is just an ordinary human being who's out for revenge but he doesn't have any super power. Thomas Jane is so hot in it. *sighs* And "Mean Girls" is really good. I like how they over portrayed the social cliques. And it's great how Lindsay Lohan did get suck into the "plastics" because anyone would welcome the attention. She isn't so just the protagonist.

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    Saturday, September 25th, 2004
    10:38 pm
    I'm so out of the loop
    Seriously, I am like anti-media. Not that I chose to, I just never really listen to the radio or watch TV. Today I got a few shirts, a belt, and two thongs. And I just had this thought. Maybe I should try guys who're within my own race. I have never done that. 'cause today I saw this really good looking asian boy. I wonder what their mentality is like. Someone who I can relate to more? That sounded racist as hell. But there are many different kinds of asians. They're the Americanized ones, the FOBs, and the in-betweens. I think I'm an in between. Actually I'm that and a mixture of something else from the sky.

    Current Music: White Houses - Vanessa Carlton (again)

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    11:55 am
    Cool
    Yesterday I met up with Karolina at Rutgers. So we were catching up on how school is going and all for the both of us. I awfully do miss her a lot. I told her to come down when she can. Later that day I hung out with Judy and it was awesome as usual. Later today we're gonna go shopping.

    Current Music: White Houses - Vanessa Carlton

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    Saturday, September 18th, 2004
    12:38 pm
    Son of a bitch
    I'm such an asshole. I just lead guys on. It's not even that, I don't mean to. I like them and then by chance they may like me, and I just stop liking them and my feelings reverse. My emotions are very unstable. Even my act changes too, sometimes I get real girly girly. Sometimes, like now when I'm by myself I feel cold, don't-touch-me, and kind of manly..(not sure if that's the word to use). It's hard to explain. Some of the things I do isn't what a girl does at all. Nothing about me is normal. I am one thing to the extreme on one end and vice.

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    Sunday, September 5th, 2004
    10:42 am
    The Most Amazing Nightmare of my Life
    It was a set of mind games. This long haired blonde man with blue eyes named Llyod got ahold of everyone's mind. He knew everyone's worst fears and set out to correct everybody. It all started with a flash of text messages on people's cell phones with a simple sentence or word. Most of the time these words or sentences would need to be unscrambled just so he can make you the more frustrated. The idea of calling the cops came up but instinctively he took care of that. Then somehow I found a photo album with pictures of his annointed victims. I was in one of them as I'd originally thought so. He'd first greeted me from the lower stairs with a Marilyn Manson mask on while coming out of his FedEx truck.

    The game

    He'd put you in teams and set you against the others. Whichever team wins get to keep their lives. It was a trial to see how worthy you are of living. What good and geniune characteristics you have to be allowed to still stay in this world. I guess the ones whom Lloyd thought was unworthy of living, there was no chance that they could have changed their whole parson anyway. They needed to die. He'd test you out by using more mind games and there are much of physical activities which of course too relates to decision making from the mind. He'd even transform people into other substances so they'd know how good it is like to cherish life. In one part of the game, actually in one of the last trials he'd turn people into sperms and sink them into water to really emphasize to them what life is, where it all started. There were other sorts of transformations that he'd put you through. Somehow at the end I managed to survive the game and learned to be a better person because of Lloyd. Only through extremeties of situation can people learn to appreciate what they have and recognize what bad qualities they have that needs to be changed or what good qualities that they too have over some others.

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    Thursday, August 26th, 2004
    12:27 am
    Damn it all
    Some people just keep on walking in that one straight line. OH WELL! The only significance to a person is whatever in his/her frame of mind. It doesn't even matter if you consider someone a friend when they don't share the same view. Takes two to make a statement valid even if it's false. It's ok though, 'cause I always convince myself it was all a facade which it is.

    Yesterday I went over to Judy's after work at around 9 PM. I was supposed to leave at 8 but my cousin from the marines called. He called to compare me to this girl he met whom he thought to be a "verbatim" image of me, a Christian girl. I was polite enough to stay on the line with him for another half an hour before I said I had to go. I always give 100% credit to people who takes the initiative to make contact with me or just think of me in any way. Well not just their thinking of "me" but I appreciate anyone who thinks of another. So anyway, we watched some Olympics and then she took out these presents she got me for my birthday. She was giving them to me earlier because she couldn't spend my birthday with me. In the bag was two carebear cousins(the penguin!!! and the elephant), some Sophora make up from the NY store, a superman shirt(!!!) with the logo in metallic, a personalized self made good luck coin, grape lip balm, nail polish, and this candy. She also wrote out a very sweet card to me! And just when I thought she was WAY overdoing all this for me, she brought out a cake and her whole family sang Happy Birthday! It was embarassing! Even my family don't do that.

    At night we took out our diaries and shared with another. The one I brought was this old one from when I was still living in Matawan. I read out a few entries to her about Lance and Joe. I also told her about Pat, the camp counselor whom I never got over when I was eleven. I told her I'm planning on searching for him through US Search lol. Oh yeah, and we read saved notes that we wrote to each other. It was so weird to read what I wrote but now from a third person's point of view. I was full of angst(not that I stopped now) and craziness. In a lot of them I was way too Confucius *shudders* But the majority of the letters were about our plots to shoot people with paintball guns LoL. Throughout the whole night we talked about our elementary school stories and middle school stories.. until we finally fell asleep at 3. The night wasn't picture perfect because the crickets out her window were loud as hell and she kept on hogging the whole bed! haha. So once in a while I gave her a lil shove.

    In the morning we went to Six Flags. It was actually my first time ever to go on a roller coaster! My crazy parents never let me go on any when I went with them when I was younger. We went on the Ferris Wheel, Stuntman's Freefall, Musik Express, Spinmeister, bumper cars, Viper, the carousel, and last but not least Skull Mountain. I'd wish we could go on more rides. I found out that I'm actually a pro at bumper cars, just riding along bumping kids with one hand on the wheel. It was so sweet. And I can't explain all of these rides 'cause it'd take another paragraph and no one's going to read it anyway. Back to roller coasters, it wasn't anything I expected. It may sound silly, but it's actually one of the few things I've always wanted to try in life. Like drugs, sex, and eating at Denny's. That's just a few of the things. So what it felt like to me was that I wasn't actually the one moving but the world was. I felt like I was the frame of reference. It's weird. That's just sometimes though, other times I felt as how everyone feels, like you're moving and was being twisted around and/or just falling and all at the same time. I really didn't scream at all. Most of the times my eyes just widened and I gulped. I guess I didn't know how to react. I didn't feel the urge to scream 'cause I know I wasn't going to die. So yeah, it was pretty neat. Now I'm going to lie on my bed and watch "Starsky and Hutch" that I rented. =D I'm happy even though I may not sound it. I just feel somewhat subdued.

    Oh yeah, getting back to my first paragraph. It was supposed to lead into the people whom are called "the elite" or the ones who think they are. There are a few types of these bastards.

    The elite

    -who thinks they are the elite but not
    -the elite who have low self-esteem but takes their pick at whom they think they're better than
    -the elite who are elite but can be even more the elite
    -and the ones who are just the elite and knows it.


    They're all the same really, even if they try to deny it. They only associate with their own kind. As in associating on good social terms I mean. Well actually not necessarily always 'cause there are different levels amongst themselves too. But you get the idea.

    Current Mood: was emotional now drained

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    Monday, August 23rd, 2004
    7:59 pm
    Aww..
    Cutey pie Keith from school called me today. He was asking where I'll be dorming this semester. This summer he worked at one of his fav. fast food Chick-Fila so one would think he'd hate the food now. He told me he actually wants to eat more from there! LoL! He's so cute. And he said working at the drive-thru was really fun. He said this semester he'll drive me anywhere I want 'cause he has a car now!! And he asked me to get him an extra parking permit('cause I wasn't going to bring a car on campus anyway and because he needed an extra one). He said he'd actually pay me extra money for that. But I said instead in exchange he can fix my computer! 'cause I know he wouldn't take my money if I were to just pay him to fix my computer so it'd be a good deal. He said he'd give me back the money for the parking permit anyway and just fix fix for free. But I told him I should be the one to still owe him money! So we fought over giving money to the other the whole time. So yeah, gay guys are girls' best friends! They're not all like macho and egotistical nor are they bitchy and all annoying! Gee, that sounded REALLY wrong. But I think the utmost of all people, honestly!

    Earlier I went to my cousin's and we did a lil catch up. He's real lovey dovey with his girlfriend. They celebrate their monthly anniversary every month. How silly. Last night he took her on the beach and magically out of his trunk he takes out a cake with 4 candles to signify the four months. Up on the night sky is the star Alpha Centri lit at its brightest of this whole year. Teenagers! So tomorrow I'm going to hang out with Sheelah in the morning before I go to work. It is the last week of summer! We must all make as much of it as we can. And then I'm going to work until 7. Then I'm going straight to Judy's for a sleepover. The next morning we go to Six Flags! The first sunny day in a while. It's been raining consistantly!

    (toss 'em embers onto my grave)

    Sunday, August 22nd, 2004
    6:59 pm
    Sons of bitches
    Looney or not, I no longer have sympathy for my manager.

    "IF I offended you in any way, it's nothing personal. It's your fault for not approaching me when needed to."

    She kept on snubbing me every chance she got ever so subtlely. She wouldn't make me do the stuff that she made me do before. But she'd do little things. She told me to call the other stores inquiring a merchandise for a customer. She knows I hate to call. This is the manager's job, they usually do this. I just did the job because I felt I should be more outgoing anyway. So these bunch of stores told me they didn't have it. And then much later on did I realize this product was from 2002. So they wouldn't have had it!!! She made me call for kicks. She did some other little stuff and made some remarks for the rest of the day but I just let it go over my head. Like she'd be extra nice to that other girl who was working there that day. It wasn't just that though. She'd put on a happy face and pretend to be real nice to me which really gets on my nerves. She'd thank me for doing some stupid thing she told me to do. If it's anything, this is another thing I hate. Pretending everything's all nice and sweet. That other girl who was working with me today was supposedly all tough and "real". She believed that Sharon's a nice person and really meant what she said in her "apology". Just because someone's sweet to you doesn't mean they're a nice person. She said that Sharon's so stressed out that she doesn't even realize how's she acting towards other people. Ha.
    So just because I'm stressed out, it gives me the right to lash out at others.

    Later Sharon didn't ask me if I wanted to go on break, so I had to ask her near closing time. I did my thing the whole day, ring people up, help customers, straighten up, open boxes and cleaned up after myself, clean the register. So the store was closed and usually we all leave together. Plus, we have the extra hours to spare because our other manager hurt her hand and couldn't be in for a while. I was in the middle of sweeping, Ms. Sharon told me to leave. I didn't want to get confrontational. 'cause the last time I did I made a friend cried. And before that people'd always say I'm up their asses for it or I'll just plain get in trouble for my mouth with some "adults". So I told her I don't mind staying very nicely. This is the freebie 15 minutes closing the store and I'm still finishing up. She said that I'm only scheduled until 6. So I was like, "Well everyone else is scheduled until 6, I've never seen anyone scheduled to the quarter of an hour. That's a little silly. Y'all still here. And we got plenty of hours to go around since Nancy's out. It's no big deal. So you're saying I can't stay here?" I was trying really hard to hold back 'cause I don't get confrontational until I'm totally sure what's up. She got real quiet and just told me to finish up. I don't know what's up her ass. I was going to the back anyway so I offered to get the lights for her but she said no. So when I came back I just said I'd walk myself out and I hope the door don't hit me on the way out. It's one thing to be a nice psycho, but it's totally another to be a mean psycho. No sympathy for those!!

    (toss 'em embers onto my grave)

    1:15 pm
    Young crushes
    I was watching "The Summer of '42" last night before going to bed. It was about a young boy's first love, his first love towards an older woman. The young woman's husband was drafted to go to war so she's all alone and sad in her beach house in New England with the young boy making frequent visits to help her around the house.. Last night I had a dream about this crush I had when I was eleven. I still could never get over him. He was this counselor at camp, about 17, 18 years old. Actually I know he's my brother's age 'cause I saw his driver's license - Tax Day of '79. There's something about young crushes. They're more magical than anything. I remember those summer days would pass by so fast because I'd anticipate for the next morning when I see him again. There's also that something about liking someone older. I wonder what he's up to now.

    Current Mood: reminisced

    (toss 'em embers onto my grave)

    Wednesday, November 12th, 2003
    12:38 pm
    Fuck
    Someone's been snooping in my livejournal. Sorry but I'm gonna close it so that "Friends Only" can read it in the next 24 hours.

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