10/31/09

HALLOWEEN!

My first legit one ever! I actually made a costume and went trick or treating!

The only time I remember going trick or treating was when I was 5 or something. I remember walking to like 4 houses before going back home, and my parents took all of my candy too! >:( NOpe. defffff not bitter. I think sometimes I would dress up on the day before halloween at school or the day of halloween, but I stopped after I realized that beanies and sunglasses don't equal gangster. Oh sixth grade. Why are you so embarrassing to me?!

Yeah come to think of it, my middle school years are like the epitome of the word awkward. I wore man pants and Ross clothing (not that Ross is bad cause I don't want to offend anyone, but yeahh I had like 4 shirts that had monkeys on them that looked like paul frank knock offs and there was like a quote about something about girl power.) and thought that I should have been invited to every party but there just weren't any so it was okay (actually there were parties. I just wasn't invited.). I think it would be interesting to go back to middle school and kind of redo a lot of the things that I did. Like, what if I hung out with different people, and what if I didn't break up with so and so after a month or something? Or what if I actually did a sport? Who knows. Isn't life interesting? Now, if I could condense everything I think about into a 500 word essay...

10/15/09

HOMECOMING POST! even though hc is already over. BUT this is not a "hey what did we do during homecoming etc etc" because if you really needed a blog to tell you what happened you DO NOT DESERVE IT. you should have been there to experience it!

anyways. let us commence.

I think every year I actively participate in homecoming, I end up getting hurt. Come to think of it, I DO.

Okay, I didn't reallly actively participate in freshman year, but during sophomore year, I tried racing someone to Kennedy on a bike and ended up getting a NASTTYYY burn thingy on my elbow when I tried to turn. and it wasn't even the right place to turn into! Fail. I think it ended up getting infected.

During junior year, I was in my big longboarding phase, but i never went down hills (so technically, it wasn't really longboarding, just push-yourself-on-a-piece-of-wood-uphill-barding) so, when I went down the Wilsons' hill (in retrospect, it wasn't even a hill. it was a tiny slope. like embarassingly tiny) I got scared of going too fast and tried to stop, but ended up like tripping or something and basically falling off my board. I had to go back to MV cause it was the DECA LDC (leadership development conference) and had to lead an activity, and throughout the activity, i swear, there were like 5 people that I thought had an answer to one of my questions, but all they said was, "Uhhh your arm is bleeding." Thank you, captain obvious.

OKay, so I go through six weeks of homecoming madness, and towards the end, I came out almost unscathed: one scratch on my chin from chicken wire. I didn't fall or anything, so I considered it a success, even after float setup and all of that madness was over. But it was too soon, because the very day after the night of HC, what do I find? Multiple scratches, bruises, AND a swollen fingertip! I mean, WTF. I don't even know how I got them. Well, the scratches and bruises are healing nicely, but that finger thing is just crazy. It turns out that my finger got infected! I don't even know how! Actually I think I do. I probably got a splinter stuck in there and it got infected. Oh San Mateo Truck Rentals. Why do your trucks suck? Anyways, it got so bad that I ended up performing minor surgery on myself. OH my goodness it was so ghetto. I took a needle and sterilized it by holding it over a candle flame (come to think of it, the flame probably wasn't very clean either since the tip of the needle was always black from the soot) and then i basically poked my finger multiple times until, all of a sudden, the great volcano of white pus gross-ness just like ERUPTED. oh gee. it was disgusting. I will spare you the details, not like how homecoming spares my body.

ohh speaking of gross pus stuff, i was browsing youtube and wasting time, and then i found THISlike seriously, if you can handle this, go watch 2 girls 1 cup and let me know how it goes:

like seriously, if you can handle this, go watch 2 girls 1 cup and let me know how it goes.

10/3/09

I think whenever I get involved with professional sports/sports team, the team I root for ends up losing. Examples:

Elementary school: 49ers vs Raiders

My family freaking had a Superbowl party, and we all wore black and grey. The Raiders lost. But the commercials were good. But, come to think of it, I didn't root for the commercials. Only the team.

Middle School: Steelers vs Seahawks

I rooted for the Seahawks. By then nobody in my family watched the Superbowl anymore, and there I was, sitting on the hardwood floor working on my DNA project for 7th grade science, watching the Steelers beat the crap out of the Seahawks. It was a lovely moment.

High School: USC vs. Cal

So today, I dressed up in blue (I didn't have a Cal shirt :( ) and headed off to floatbuilding, and argued with multiple people about how Tommy the Trojan was going to get his head bitten off by the Cal bear (figuratively). I even recorded the game! But after watching 2 quarters, I was so depressed by the score that I ended up looking up the score online. (The bears lost) Well, at least I didn't bet on the game; this one guy at floatbuilding said he bet $100 bucks (that he didn't even have) that Cal would beat USC 16-9. The score was 30-3, trojans.

I sure hope whichever college I go to doesn't have a football team, because if they do, they are in deep trouble.

9/5/09

I think, sometimes, when people always get things handed to them on silver platters, that they tend to complain about things that are "fair" and "unfair". And I admit, I sometimes do that too. But is it just me, or do people always expect things to go their ways?

Take for example, class t-shirts. I would say, like every year, there is at least ONE class that has the party poopers, and complain about how HORRIBLE and UGLY and REPULSIVE the shirt is. Do you think they ever wonder how much time and effort it took for the artist? Take for example, this comment.

"OMG i just looked at the "chosen one" and holy moly! it's absolutely awful and i'm not wearing it. while it's not the absolute worst, it's certainly not even close to the best. i say revote because it's just hideous."

Wow. If I was the artist, I don't even know where to begin with my emotions. I wonder if the author of that comment has the guts to actually say that to someone else's face. Probably not.

Is there a solution to all of this? Yes! Stop being such narrow-minded _______ (you can fill that word in yourself). Again, I'm not saying this to make myself look better or whatever, cause I'm a ______ sometimes too.

9/4/09

It's sad to see what "hanging out" in Cupertino has been reduced to.

Today, I went to go "hang out" with some buds (Chris and Panos). Dinner? Paneras. After dinner activity? Target.

Embarassing.

I mean, it got so bad that I even saw my parents at Target. They were "hanging out" too! WTF.

Well, at least I got some productive stuff done at Target. I bought a box of Lucky Charms! yay for research :) Here are my finds:

-They have this new charm: the hourglass! it kinda looks like a bra without the straps.

-Marshmallow charms taste the best when they are soggy

-Not marshmallow charm cereal do not taste best when they are soggy.

-There is this Target brand cereal called: Marshmallow cereal. Why wasn't that our Homecoming theme instead?

Oh btdubs. There is this NEW NERF GUN AT TARGET! ohh my. it fires 20 darts in rapid fire mode. BEAST.

8/21/09

So the Homecoming 2010 theme is....CEREALS!!

I know, I know, you must be thinking, "oh gee. creative NOT. how lame is that??" Actually, it is not lame! The more you think about it, the more you realize that a simple thing such as cereal is so much more than a bowl, milk, a spoon, and loads of carbs. It's like the completion of putting on your outer self before you go out into the world. Don't get it? Let me explain.

This summer, I took a sociology class where we talked about this thing called dramaturgy. Dramaturgy, according to Mr. Webster, is this: the art or technique of dramatic composition and theatrical representation.

oh dear. not exactly what I was looking for.

okay according to my sociology textbook, it is "an approach, pioneered by Erving Goffman, in which social life is analyzed in terms of drama or the stage; also called dramaturgical analysis"

so basically, we are all a part of a play, and according to this, you can argue that going through the motions in the morning ( i.e, shower, brushing your teeth, getting dressed) is like getting ready for your play. You go through your dress rehearsal when you imagine what you will be wearing/doing the next day, and feeling good for the rest of your day is basically like instilling confidence before you step out onto the stage. So in a sense, eating cereal is like the last part of the prelude to the play. Is this interesting? I was stuck at school from like 11 in the morning to 10 at night. shoot, not interesting.

ANYWAYS. the point of this post was not to talk about the deep meanings of cereal! it was about the themes for homecoming! anyways here they are:

freshmen: honey-nut cheerios (class color: teal)

sophs: cap'n crunch (class color: pink)

juniors: fruit loops (class color: lime green)

SENIORS: LUCKY CHARMS! (class color: PURPLE)

Before deciding on the theme, I wasn't actually excited for homecoming. I was actually dreading it-who wants to spend 6 weeks working on something that looks like glitter puked on after it had food poisoning? But I guess now, i'm excited to see what we, as a class, are all imagining in our brains on this topic and seeing it being displayed on a fatty truck bed.

I'm not very good at crafts.

8/20/09

I think it sucks sometimes when I come up with really good ideas but then I lack a fatty part of the thing to make it idea work. Okay that seems like a really weird sentence so let me explain:

I just came back from breakfast at the whitest place around cupertino with the whitest food in my stomach-country inn's biscuits and gravy (its funny cause the biscuits and gravy were white. hah.) and instead of getting started on my college app stuff like I told myself I was supposed to do, I ended up playing guitar. In fact, as I am typing this, the pick is in between my teeth because I am too lazy to put it down on the table. Oh Ashley, why are you so weird?

Anyways, I was just messing around with the chords when BING BANG BOOM Ashley's secret musical genius exploded! actually not really. it was more like oh hey this actually sounds decent i wish i could write a song that fit with these chords. But, when I started to think of things to write about, my musical genius DISAPPEARED. noooooo

So now, I am halfway to writing my first song. I have music! but no melody or lyrics. okay just kidding. I am a third of the way done. the end.

I heard that some people don't poop in public and they only poop at home. but what if they go to college? they wont get home until like 3 months later. ewwwwwww