hot mommas...and other anomalies

so i achieved success. christina said that henry said that my "hot mommas" story was sufficiently funny. i had to make this strange effort to consciously be funny. it was hard. but i did it. why? because henry is sick and some weird old guy said once that laughter in the best medicine. sounds like something mr. lee would say. except he would write it on the board and make sure to put a period at the end, since one can't be caught without proper punctuation. but he'd make sure to underline it multiple times or circle it or something for emphasis while he was lecturing about it. and he'd make sure to ask henry's opinion on the topic, since henry has seniority. and it would somehow be linked to dating, or how mr. lee met mrs. lee, or how mr. lee has only one friend. since, after approximately 8 months of sitting in a habitually cold room, and at a tiny desk in a big chair for three of those months, i have learned that every single thing in this universe is somehow, whether it is in a positive or adverse way, related to how mr. lee met his wife. i used to think that everything could be better explained by raising one's volume level and injecting swear words (i.e. Mr. Tessen), but alas, in my junior year i have learned better. when i was even more naive, i thought that one's jokes really DID get funnier if one laughed emphatically at them oneself, but alas, Mr. Bray's theory of humor has proven a little bit hastily conceived. but i still find myself converted to Ms. Mili's school of thought: regardless of what anyone has done to you, paying no mind to your relationship to that person, ignoring their gender, that person can always be referred to as henry's sister's favorite word. because that is the word of the week. and its constant use will only do positive things for the betterment of mankind. why? because ms. mili is the possessor of all wisdom in this world. mr. lee thinks he is, and for concern for his personal well-being, we allow him to think that, we encourage him even. but the truth? it's ms. mili.
doubt not. fear not. there's a dunkin' doughnuts guy out there for everyone.

there's this song that i love, right?
"paint the silence" by spoon. it's on my imeen...to your left. .D
but the point is that it's got this great line and kinda sums up how i feel right now. you ready for this? it's pretty intense. prepare yourself.
"how can you say your life is empty
so late in the day?"
it doesn't make a lot of sense. there's always the possibility that i'm completely missing it and it's this deep, philosophical statement that just went way over my head. but hey. i enjoy being an airhead. it gets my friends to talk down to me. possibly the most flattering thing, well, ever!
i mean, is there a good time to decide your life is empty? would you rather hear it at 7am or 8:54pm? should we schedule an appointment for you to hear it? 2am is really when i'm most coherent, so we should probably meet then.
i'm going to peru in june. and i'm nervous. i don't know if you've met any, but freshmen are a little scary. they're especially scary when you've spent the last few years acting like you have had a stick somewhere unpleasant (cue henry...you may mock me now). anybody have any suggestions? i could always introduce them to arequipena and hope for the best...they'd probably be easier to handle with a little of that in their systems. .D

my migraine subsided. *whew*

anybody heard ms. mili's new favorite word? i'll give you a hint. it's also hannah chan's favorite. ,) ms. mili used it about 4 times today to describe melissa. haha. i would say it was accurate, but that would probably mean that by default, it would also be true for me.

adam brody+prom= heaven

Forever Young--Youth Group
let's dance in style
let's dance for a while
heaven can wait we're only watching the sky
hoping for the best but expecting the worst
are you gonna drop the bomb or not?
let us die young or let us live forever
don't have the power but we never say never
sitting in the sandpit
life is a short trip
music's for the sad man
can you imagine when this race is run
turn our golden faces into the sun
praising our leaders, getting in tune
the music's played by the mad men
forever young, i want to be forever young
do you really want to live forever,
forever, forever?
forever young, i want to be forever young
do you really want to live forever,
forever, forever?
some like water and some are like the heat,
some are melodies, some are the beat,
sooner or later they'll all be gone,
why don't they stay out
it's hard to get on without a cause,
i don't want to perish like a fading voice,
youth is like diamonds in the sun,
diamonds are forever
so many adventures couldn't happen today
so many songs we forgot to play
so many dreams swinging out of the blue
left to come true
forever young, i want to be forever young,
do you really want to live forever
forever, forever?

what's the connection between adam brody and the lyrics? the song was featured on the O.C., only the best show ever to grace the earth...

i have this song running through my head. it's really beautiful if you think about it. but a little sad, too. it reminds me that youth really is fleeting, but that it's made that way for a reason. we want to be big, but once somebody tells us that it comes with responsibilities, it's not quite so enticing anymore.

but that's not important right now. you know what IS important?? my bff has a date to our prom. why? cuz she rocks, my homies. that's why.

i feel like a ditz. why? because i promised my super cool friends that i would meet them at java joe's to "study" for the daunting history test that i have as of yet failed to begin cramming for. i guess being a nerd and studying for jeopardy might actually pay off. perhaps such action should be repeated more often....

but back to the topic. i feel like a ditz because i didn't show up at the aforementioned study group. why? because i was playing "deal or no deal" and the smiths, once again intruding on their family. i did win $10, though. i turned down like $160,000 for that $10. i shall spend it well. anybody know where to get a giant hershey's with almonds chocolate bar?? ,)

JT+cynicism= hallelujah for firefox spellcheck

you might as well disregard the post about hot glue. it was indeed philosophical, prophetic, beautiful, and deep, among other things, but has now proven to be complete and total garbage following one serious event:
the planting of the butt of han sol's boyfriend on top of the keep of our castle. the keep onto which i had meticulously installed a working drawbridge.
but you know what? that's okay. why, you ask?
because the demented-tiny-refrigerator mold attacked the rest of our castle and turned the graham cracker construction to bendy, soggy squares of mush.
our castle didn't love us enough, so it decomposed. story of my life.

'( depressed cyclops

have you ever invested a really big part of your life into something? have you ever anticipated it with so much fervor that you felt it you might actually explode if it ever really happened? i was like that about something for a long time, and all but too recently it happened. and you know what? it sucked. so keep your hopes low. guard your heart. and gird your loins, as the guy from devil wears prada would say. and get yourself some kick-butt bangs like taylor smith, because you never know when your anticipation might end up proving to be one big waste of time.

o( cynical cyclops (complete with deep, brooding glare that accompanies a glorified suckfest)

curious as to what a suckfest is? if you're henry chan, i'm pretty sure it's not what you're thinking it is right now, henry. go get a ladder and climb your mind out of the gutter.

.D

and put those two fingers down--before you no longer have them. (!!!)

beauty: caroline style

so i happened to google the word "beauty". i was pretty optimistic about the search, and kinda hoped that it would turn up pictures of sunsets, snowflakes, etc. all i got was a long page of anorexic models wearing way too much makeup.
so in the spirit of my inspiration that came as a result of taylor's extreme deepness, here's caroline's impression of what beauty really is:


puppies


love...at any age


my inspiration


my livelihood


when vitamins come in pretty packages


home.

it is the season of the proms. and a most dramatic season that is.
today was the first installment of the SIS prom drama. hopefully we will be blessed and lots more drama will unfold, all leading up to that fateful night that will be april 27. thank goodness. i have a feeling we would have suffocated in our own boringness if something interesting hadn't eventually had happened. i wouldn't have been surprised, either. things were getting a little dry at SIS. thanks, kates. you rocked the house for us! :D (permission to kill me has been granted...just as mel. apparently i'm not a butterfly...floating by myself up in the sky...)
what i really want to blog about is prom dates. can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. a sad compromise. which isn't really a compromise, if you think about it. it's more like a mandate. there's no choice involved. if you have no date, then you gloriously advise other people on what to do with their date. which isn't a very fulfilling avenue of action, but sometimes it's all you get.
and the ultimate genius of this post :
the cyclops smiley. you ready for this?
.) happy cyclops
.( sad cyclops
.S confused cyclops
.D cyclops just got a date to the prom

cyclops is a multi-faceted being. feel his pain. feel his joy. feel....him.

finding your hot glue

so melissa and i are making this elaborate castle out of graham crackers and it's really got me thinking philosophically. i don't think that that was the assignment's original intent, but somehow it's snowballed into this result. but back to the philosophical thinking: isn't our life just like a graham cracker castle? when you start out, you think "shoot. i really could've picked a different material here. graham crackers probably aren't the sturdiest way to do this." but then you start messing with it. you experiment. you end up with hot glue. and things start looking up. this begs the obvious question: what is YOUR hot glue? what is that thing in your life that you'll find someday, after cocking your head and staring at the problem for a little while? what is that wonderful thing that will turn your whole world upside down and paint everything over with this great, metallic goodness that makes everything okay?

don't forget to look for it. keep your eyes peeled--the time when you're least expecting it will be the time when your hot glue appears before your eyes. your hot glue could be anything: a person, a dog, a pen, a stapler, a song, a religion, a website. it could even be my blog. :D but one thing's for sure: when you find it, don't let it go. :)