a "complicated" philosophy

happiness would abound if we just spoke our minds like avril lavinge. seriously, that girl makes a few really good points. e.g.:

"Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don’t like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend"

what can we gather from avril's expression of distaste here? i don't like your girlfriend. she's trashy. i'm better. c'mon, man. take a hint. for the benefit of those not particularly intellectually inclined, she continues:

"I can see the way, I see the way you look at me
And even when you look away I know you think of me
I know you talk about me all the time again and again
So come over here, tell me what I want to hear
Better yet make your girlfriend disappear
I don’t want to hear you say her name ever again"

if you hadn't already gathered such information, it is my wish that you dump your "stupid" (her words, not mine) girlfriend and come to me, since apparently you know that i know that you know that i know that you like me, so we really should get together owing to the fact that i have previously stated that a) "i don't like your girlfriend", b) "i think you need a new one", and c) "i could be your girlfriend". get a clue, genius.

there's no quality as precious as that of straightforwardness.

amen, avril.

haha ps: the "i" refers to avril, not caroline. :P

mike to dom: "i think we should get together now..."

of yoga, cell phones, and the plastics

i'm here again at my computer, scrunched up in one of those weird yoga-esque positions i was telling henry about, typing around my legs, which are up nearer to my nose than to the ground. i have short arms, so this is actually more of an exercise to get my arms to grow by making them stretch like freaking far to do ordinary tasks, like typing. maybe i should try it for eating. the mentality worked for the japanese...using chopsticks makes eating necessitate more effort. do you see many fat japanese? because eating is freaking hard, man. so help me out. next time you see me and i have my arm hanging by my side, give it a good yank. preferably the left one, since the left end of the piano usually requires more note stretches.

haha the typical SIS exchange occurred today:
melissa's phone: *vibrates loudly*
me: (to henry) "whoa."
henry: "i thought that was me."
me: "you can vibrate??"
henry: "no, cuz i moved on the couch, so it made a noise."
me: "oh."

haha one more...
(in chemistry this morning)
me: "...and it was so totally gay!!"
melissa: (disapprovingly) "gay?"
me: "ugh...it was retarded..."
melissa: (suspiciously) "so gay and retarded go in the same category?"
me: "hmph!"
...later that day...
me: (painfully) "can you help me????"
melissa: "me? help you? you want ME to help you?"
me: "um...YEAH! i got stupid, remember?"
melissa: "(laughs...and laughs...and laughs some more at the incredible irony of the situation) haha okay..."

melissa = possibly the most politically correct person i know

hehe speaking of political correctness...i found a good term for alcoholics:
"anti-sobriety activists"

so we're sitting in spanish today (before ms mili started freaking out and commanding us to speak in spanish, but probably after the interesting delve into the exact ethics and meaning behind asking someone to salir contigo). henry is facing melissa and i, who are scrunched together, sharing a book, mainly because i'm too darn lazy to get up and get my own. melissa is lamenting over being dumped and i said something "funny", apparently, since henry and melissa both started laughing. admittedly, not as hard as when melissa started imitating how i would act if i were a spy (*hides behind the corner of the wall and giggles...LOUDLY...while slightly screech-gasping*), but still pretty hard. so, in my usual fashion, i say something to the extent of "that SO did not sound that mean in my head!", apologizing for saying something mean, since that's pretty much all i do. the surprise? henry and melissa both look at me, puzzled.
me: "was that mean?"
henry: "no...not really."
me: "whoa! really? and it was funny?"
henry: "yeah...you can be funny without being mean."
me: "wow! seriously?!"
henry: "well, you don't do it often, but it is possible."

and my happy-o-meter crashes and burns.

haha :D

i'll try to make an effort to live up to henry's hypothesis...but i have to admit, i might miss having to slap my hand over my mouth whenever anything particularly offensive slips out.

mel and henry, i'm thinking we need a movie marathon. i've got some catching up to do ;)

mr. tessen's pride and joy...a photoessay

the prance!!
what an amazing night...
we clean up well, huh? :P

:O
hahaha

henry's girls!

the cutest prance pair ;)

haha choosing a picture of these two was a tough decision...this one won through henry's expression (haha no one beats james', though :D)

melissa commands, "tell me why i'm mad."

she's got them wrapped around her finger...:P

three tries to guess what we were looking at ;)

caroline + photoshop = katy!

a fine specimen of a man

ahhhhh.
moondance is ruined for me. *sob* i was browsing through my ipod's michael buble list and had to skip moondance when i came to it. such a tragic event....
i'm becoming partial to "crazy little thing called love", though. great guy, that michael buble. gotta love him.

here's a song for those in the boat, ladies and gentlemen:

crazy little thing called love
This thing called love I just can't handle it
This thing called love I must get round to it
I ain't ready
Crazy little thing called love

This thing (this thing)
Called love (called love)
It cries (like a baby)
In a cradle all night
It swings (woo woo)
It jives (woo woo)
It shakes all over like a jelly fish
I kinda like it
Crazy little thing called love

There goes my baby
She knows how to rock 'n' roll
She drives me crazy
She gives me hot and cold fever
Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat

I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
And get on my track's
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motorbike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love

I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
And get on my track's
Take a back seat (ah hum), hitch-hike (ah hum)
And take a long ride on my motorbike
Until I'm ready (ready Freddie)
Crazy little thing called love

This thing called love I just can't handle it
This thing called love I must get round to it
I ain't ready
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Crazy little thing called love

haha they say that lab reports don't write themselves...but i'm tempted to test that theory. i wonder if using the scientific method in my investigation will get me extra credit.

i'm still trying to process the accident. it's proving to be pretty difficult. it took me awhile to get out of the cycle of "what if" and "i could have", but i think i'm safely past that stage. i have never been so scared. the way the car flew across the road and down the hill into the trees, the way it slid down, the way i couldn't stop it--it all just replays in my mind. i can still feel the impact, i can still hear the crash. now i understand what people mean when they say "i just didn't see it." it didn't really hit me how close we had come, dan bi and i, until i realized that i couldn't get out of the car. i just couldn't handle it. i always liked to think that i could take anything, that i was strong, maybe a little mean at times, but that changed so quickly once the realization of how bad the crash could have been finally came. the car, i could handle. me getting hurt, i could handle. the other driver, i probably would have had trouble with. but not dan bi. all i could think was "i could've killed her." i just kept saying it, over and over, and no matter how many people told me that i was wrong, i couldn't stop. what if she hadn't been wearing her seat belt? it was then that it hit me how much i love my friends. it was when i saw melissa's face, when i saw that she was crying, that i realized how much pain i could've caused. how the car must've looked as it skidded off the road. how it must've sounded to send mr. bramlett running and the rest of the high school out onto the balcony. how madison must've sounded when she called taylor. how melissa hadn't known if we were hurt when she went to get ms. mili. it took me until the ride home to realize that if henry had been at school yesterday, he might've been in the backseat, where the impact was.
but we're okay. we are. and it took me a couple of hours of being very, very scared to realize that. and to fully comprehend the blessing we have in our everyday lives. sometimes, it's simply passing a test. other times, it's coming out of a car crash completely unscathed. but they're still there, regardless of the form they happen appear in.

but to my friends: i love you. very much. and i hope you'll tolerate me...because i might need a ride from time to time in the near future :P

re...a drop of golden sun!

something big happened on sunday night. are you ready for this?

i watched the sound of music for the first time...ever!!!

it was so awesome!!!

here's the conversation that followed right after the movie finished:
me: that's IT?!
mom: yes...
me: what do you mean?? they just walk into the mountains and, like, STAY there?!
mom: well, yes....
me: what if they, like, die?! the mountains are flipping high!! it's the flipping alps!!
mom: they all live...
me: how do you know?? one of them could just fall off!!
mom: no, they were real people, they all lived.
me: really?
mom: really.
me: really??
mom: really.
me: really, really??
mom: really.

it was a pretty deep conversation. but wow. the von trapps were real people. how knarly is that??
during philosophy the following day (monday) i looked up at mr lee and informed him, "you look like captain von trapp!!" he was less than enthusiastic. flattered, i'm sure, because i guess he thought that captain von trapp was good looking, but he was sure he was undeserving of the comparison because the real captain could sing better.
fascinating, i know.

why not?

today mr. lee posed an interesting assignment (something you wouldn't have been able to tell upon hearing the shrieks and groans issued from the crowd when he tried to give us paper). but nonetheless, it was pretty interesting. we were to list 3 things we wanted to do and the corresponding things that kept us from doing what we wanted to do. my three things? pretty stupid, actually, but immediately recognizable, judging by the chuckle henry issued when mr. lee read the first one. here goes:
1. stop global warming
2. perform on Broadway
3. fly an airplane
not surprisingly, the third one was actually pretty popular (only among super-cool people, though, since both mel and i put it). but what i thought was really interesting was what mr. lee said after he read them. "the last two are possible, but not the first." at first, i was surprised that he thought that Broadway was feasible, but when i thought about it a little more, i realized that what really surprised me was that he thought the first one wasn't.
maybe i can't stop global warming, but i can try, right? i mean, if you don't try, what else can you do?
the thing that most stuck in my mind after seeing an inconvenient truth were the words right before the credits. they were suggestions, telling us how we can help stop global warming on an individual scale. i remember a few of them, but not as many as i would like.

• vote for leaders that will preserve the world we live in--it's the only one we have.
• spread knowledge: write to newspapers and magazines, call radio stations, tell them about what we're facing and how we can stop it.
• buy a hybrid car, if you are able. if not, walk or ride a bike whenever possible.
  
• use less energy. (this prompted me to turn off all the aircons in my house, greatly puzzling my mom upon her return home.)
• plant trees. lots of them.
• if you pray, pray.

i like the last one the most. it's certainly true. we need all the help we can get.