| BIKO + Doug |
[12 Oct 2008|10:36am] |
Shotty and half of Capt. Mo Four cups of jungle juice 1 vodka slammer 4 games of flip cup 1 game of beer bong
And I'm still alive. wooo
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[11 Oct 2008|06:31pm] |
Today Brooke and I thoroughly cleaned the house. I made a good batch of fried rice. And on my way out to get the laundry, I was surprised by a hummingbird sitting on a bird of paradise.
And I thought that today might be a lucky day.
Whenever I make grandiose optimistic statements, I think about how ironic it would be if I died in a horrible accident later on that day.
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| Waaaaaaah |
[09 Oct 2008|02:32am] |
I really think you can tell what kind of person a person is by looking at their favorite movies, music and books.
I hate beanies and cargo shorts. Can guys stop wearing them NAO?
I hate people who suck at spelling and grammar. Or type in all caps when they're not yelling. Or are always yelling.
People whose favorite movies are all comedies. Especially if they're bad comedies. Or all Apatow movies. Or more than one Tarantino movie. Or brat pack movies. Or mindless visual pyrotechnics action films. Or Fight Club. Or Donnie Darko.
People whose favorite books are by Dan Brown. Or books they were forced to read for school.
People whose favorite genre is metal, screamo or country.
People who can't appreciate No Country for Old Men/There Will Be Blood.
People who like Scary/Disaster/Date/etc Movie(s).
People under the age of 30 who really like bowling.
People who don't bathe.
People who don't move at all for you when you have to cross in front of them in lecture halls.
People who look over at your notes all the fucking time.
People who bike too slow.
People who don't understand how bike paths work.
People who don't look both ways before crossing the bike path on foot.
People who suck at their jobs and therefore make my job harder.
People who don't bother to learn how to pronounce my name.
People who don't do their fucking dishes.
People who don't clean the house.
People who don't pick up their nasty hairs after they shower.
People who needlessly waste paper towels.
People who don't even say hi to you or look up when you come home.
People who write really ignorant sexist racist homophobic opinion pieces for the campus newspaper and then write an "apology" which isn't an apology, just further haughty bullshit about how people need to learn how to take a joke.
The UCSB newspaper.
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[05 Oct 2008|02:38am] |
omg. I'm straight.
Well, shit.
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| How to Make an American Quilt |
[03 Oct 2008|11:10am] |
I'm reading How to Make an American Quilt by Whitney Otto for my Women in Film class and it's really really good.
"...they shared the brotherhood of the firstborn, which can be both blessing and curse; the overwhelming adult attention to the details of their lives and development; the expectations that run too high; being the bridge between adults (parents) and children (siblings); one foot in either place and the accompanying hollow, lonely feeling of belonging nowhere. Sometimes the oldest child is the lost child. Both parents and children recognize this, and it serves to make the oldest child's tragedies a little sweeter and more poignant than the younger children's similar experiences.
The oldest child is unsure, always. It is uncertainty that comes from charting out new territory, dragging his parents along, clearing the way for siblings.
When one makes a pancake, one always makes a tester first: the one that is poured on the hot griddle, then discarded as imperfect. Someone once said that oldest children are like tester pancakes and should be tossed out. It was Hy who said that.
They are buried children, locking up their rebellious or unruly nature, sometimes taking it out on brothers and sisters, hiding it from the adults. They bury the insecurity, the need: they overachieve or they disappear; they often harbor just the smallest fear. So fragile, really, said Corrina, the way they swagger and act as though they are responsible only for themselves in the world."
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