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CaTeRpiLLaRiNa MaCaRoNi ;D
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[10 Oct 2008|11:59pm] |
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The last time I wrote in this thing was almost a year ago! (Oct 22 '07) ... and the first sentence in that post was how I should not abandon livejournal for facebook... but now with facebook notes and red notifications, how can I resist? I just wish people blogged more. I really miss that junior-high phase when everyone had a xanga AND an lj and everyone would blogblogblog!
I just felt that I should splash some water on this thing, in case accounts get flagged for inactivity.
I read over my userinfo... I really haven't changed much in two years :), except my moral standards are looser.. (shedding of idealisms, as I mentioned in my latest fb note). And I'm not vegan. And I'm "pescatarian." D: And I definitely don't ask about cookies containing milk, eggs, or butter in them (as denoted in my headline) - I indiscriminately eat those little packages of joy.
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| COLLEGES 2! |
[13 Apr 2007|08:18am] |
WHEW!! I visited USC and UCLA and after crap college 1 and crap college 2 (campuses, not educational value), I was like o_________________o NICE.
UCLA:
campus>cal x10
awesome tour guide that made it seem like we had interaction with our awesomesauce professors, something which I highly doubt
lots of life
... i saw people that i knew here - high school and college! freaky small world..
it really did have a nice campus
people were laying out on the grass - plus
people seemed pretty chill - parking dude and tour guide were like, "AWESOME" and i was like, "AWESOME!"
ucla takes its rivalry with usc pretty seriously! at least the tour guide did
skateboarderss
... i should have more to say
+their hospital
yeah, they do have a nice collegetown
USC
even nicer than ucla, except... there were SO many bikers and skaters!! It was kind of scary, because you had to make sure you wouldn't run into people... :(
but the streets were so wide
and the grass was so green
no people laying out on the grass though.. i didn't like that. and people walked in one's... rarely ever two's. it seemed so quiet, as if everyone crawled out of their holes (dorms) after some really big party [the last part I just made up. because surely usc is more social than this!!]
yummy alumni network though..
small class sizes
$47k?! i know "financial aid," but the most i'll ever get is loans (if I get anything at all. damn living in the bay area and having "rich" parents that actually can't afford to pay for your college and you have to foot the bill yourself!)!
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somehow, ucla seemed more "together" despite being much larger... maybe i just had a sucky usc tour guide and it was morning, anyway... well. the middle of the day, actually...
nice weather on thursday @ usc though.. apparently there was a "wind" advisory for traffic! (lol)
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also visited this block on beverly hills... so many teens out from their spring breaks, i guess.. it was pretty awesome, and i felt the urge to live in socal. !
um... the people in socal all look the same. the marykate style of dressing.. skinny jeans and/or the bag dress, and usually blond and tanned. at least not too many had boob jobs... I hate it when women get boob jobs - I am NOT jealous, it's just that they look... unbalanced. It's like you can tell when they're fake because they look as if they could fall over.
i went into an H&M and had a defining moment in my life. I realized why people liked it so much and I also saw this japanese girl in a dress and high-top converses. it looked rocking, especially when paired with the skateboard that I plan to ride in college.
just kidding, that would be really poseur. :( but i don't want to ride a bike!
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| Notes to myself about colleges |
[10 Apr 2007|08:00pm] |
Caltech
Crappy food
People were not fat, probably because of crappy food
But nice eating area outside
High male: female ratio – where my girls at??
Dude, there were a lot of white males. I mean, the Asian representation was still there, but much less than I expected.
Nerdy (very) – but very intellectual (talked about intellectual stuff over meals) – I like!
Very peaceful
Of dorms I could catch a glimpse of - mehhhh
Not that pretty
Claremont McKenna
“leadership” focus
Okay dorms, kind of eh (UC Santa Cruz-dorms)
Food?
Free printing
Free wi-fi everywhere
VERY small class sizes
Mon-thurs lecture things
Not that pretty
Okay gym
Very small liberal arts college feel…
1/3 conservative, 1/3 liberal, 1/3 moderate… diversified political views, unlike most liberal arts colleges
People telling me the Cal campus and Ohlone campus were ugly basically ruined me, because now I expect campuses to be bright and shiny, and they obviously aren't.
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[16 Dec 2005|11:19am] |
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That's right. Who edited her Friends-only entry? Yeah, me, that's who. Now go ask to be added.
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[19 Nov 2005|04:51pm] |
"Ten inches, please," she said as she hopped into the stylist's chair.
The stylist tied up the girl's hair and cut off eighteen inches.
By the time she had finished, she had cut off more than twenty, and the girl was crying.
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[30 Jun 2005|05:07pm] |
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going to la. be back on monday. because i know you'll really notice my absence.
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| omg omg hilarious, this is the BEST story ever. The Princess and the Tin Box, by James Thurber |
[27 Sep 2004|09:00pm] |
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Once upon a time, in a far country, there lived a King whose daughter was the prettiest princess in the world. Her eyes were like the cornflower, her hair was sweeter than the hyacinth, and her throat made the swan look dusty.
From the time she was a year old the Princess had been showered with presents. Her nursery looked like Cartier’s window. Her toys were all made of gold or platinum or diamonds or emeralds. She was not permitted to have wooden blocks or china dolls or rubber dogs or linen books, because such materials were considered cheap for the daughter of a kind.
When she was seven, she was allowed to attend the wedding of her brother and throw real pearls at the bride instead of rice. Only the nightingale, with his lyre of gold, was permitted to sing for the Princess. The common blackbird, with his boxwood flute, was kept out of the palace grounds. She walked in silver-and-samite slippers to a sapphire-and-topaz bathroom and slept in an ivory bed inlaid with rubies.
On the day the Princess was eighteen, the Kind sent a royal ambassador to the courts of five neighboring kingdoms to announce that he would give his daughter’s hand in marriage to the prince who brought her the gift she liked most.
The first prince to arrive at the palace rode a swift white stallion and laid at the feet of the Princess an enormous apple made of solid gold which he had taken from a dragon who had guarded it for a thousand years. It was placed on a long ebony table to set up to hold the gifts of the Princess’ suitors. The second prince, who came on a gray charger, brought her a nightingale made of a thousand diamonds, and it was placed beside the golden apple. The third prince, riding on a black horse, carried a great jewel box made of platinum and sapphires, and it was placed next to the diamond nightingale. The fourth prince, astride a fiery yellow horse, gave the Princess a gigantic heart made of rubies and pierced by an emerald arrow. It was placed next to the platinum-and-sapphire jewel box.
Now the fifth prince was the strongest and handsomest of all the five suitors, but he was the son of a poor kind whose realm had been so overrun by mice and locusts and wizards and mining engineers so that the there was nothing much of value left in it. He came plodding up to the palace of the Princess on a plow horse, and he brought her a small tin box filled with mica and feldspar and hornblende which he had picked up on the way.
The other princes roared with disdainful laughter when they saw the tawdry gift the fifth prince had brought to the Princess. But she examined it with great interest and squealed with delight, for all her life she had been glutted with precious stones and priceless metals, but she had never seen tin before or mica or feldspar or hornblende. The tin box was placed next to the ruby heart pierced with an emerald arrow.
“Now,” the King said to his daughter, “you must select the gift you like best and marry the prince that brought it.”
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