Tuesday, November 24, 2009

I'm making another post from my phone, how cool is this? I'm at LaGuardia. Nearly two hours early for a flight. It's a little crazy.

So here I am, biding time listening to the Postal Service and hoping it isn't too warm in the country of Texas...

Haha, Billy Mays is on the tv! It's amusing whenever I watch tv. Such a rare instance

Monday, November 23, 2009

Orca Sanctuary

I have a vision of these whales
huge, sleek, glistening beasts
moving as if in their natural habitat
but through the air instead;
an expansive room
Aristotle, Socrates, Sophocles, Heraclitus, Plato,
Descartes, Kant, Locke...
they float, these megaton mammals,
yawning and sighing sorrowful whale-songs
with tails flinging forever in slow motion
What should I ask them?
They are the most beautiful things,
perfect giants, wet, seemingly,
although far from real water
Isn't the sky made of water?
To float with these sharp-toothed porpoises
is impossible-
to sing and sigh
they needn't ponder because they already know
When you unknowingly make so many people think, for years upon years,
you continue to live
but in a new sense,
and in a new body and form.
The whales sing what they have been
singing for hundreds of years,
kept in constant motion
in their sea-air-sanctuary.

I am Ai,
goddess of my own private world that doesn't exist.
I am a pirate, a lover of birds,
a lover of whales, a lover of philosophers
reincarnated as flying whales.
I am to find this sanctuary where the great old minds are
and ask them not the purpose of life
but why everyone keeps trying to find it so.
They are enlightened
they are orcas
and they are hidden

...What if I started a book that way?
Yes, it is literally about philosophers reincarnated as orca whales that fly around in this kind of nirvana-like garden.
What would happen if I tried to write an epic poem that spanned the length of a full-fledged novel? What if I wasn't brought down by the fear of being mocked for making a book about-- wait, what the fuck-- flying whales that are actually ancient philosophers reincarnated? And this girl who has to find them in their secret location so she can have the answers to life? What if I wasn't so afraid of posting these secret things, these things that I sometimes write in my private journal, that it didn't take me hours of doubt to make this post public? What then?
"I can haz teh enlightenmentz?"

My Japanese grammar is ever so poor, yet my English grammar is written with such care...

Friday, November 20, 2009

Hours of fun in David's room

Sometimes I go to David's room. He's like the dude version of me. We're both exceedingly geeky and love ourselves for it. We mostly play video games and eat Hot Pockets, but sometimes when he's playing I go to Brandon's computer and make movies.


Thursday, November 19, 2009

Monday, November 16, 2009


is a crazy sonofabitch.

In other news, Thanksgiving is coming around the corner! And that means a kickoff for CHRISTMAS!!!!!1!!111!11!11!1one LOL OMG WTF BBQ.

So, I must tell you that I will soon get over my swine cancer death and make an AWESOME HUGE ASS POST with pictures and stories and lots of lovely wonderful things that make blogs fun to read. Ok, bye!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

K so right now

I am totally dying a swine flu death.

...Actually that's not true at all. It's just the normal regular old flu. You know, the normal flu that actually kills a thousand times more people than swine flu? (The media is so awful. "SWINE FLU: DEADLY TO EVERYONE?!" "ARE YOU NEXT? SWINE FLU OMG WTF BBQ")

I'll be fine in a couple days but this sickness is causing me to neglect all of my ridiculous amount of obligations that I for some reason agreed to because I'm overambitious. Those things include but are not limited to the writing center, student blogging, student video blogging, and others... things that I really didn't have to do but I did anyway, therefore making my life a thousand times more stressful.

Everytime I try to type "flu" I type "fly". I had to go back and fix it a bunch of times already. Fly fly fly flu flu fly fly flu fly

Saturday, November 7, 2009

I Don't Like Carousel Part 2; AND, my next student blog

Sorry I haven't posted lately, I've been
which means busy with not-fun stuff.

Actually, one of my endeavors has been really quite fun, and that thing is being the spotlight operator for my school's production of City of Angels (not to be confused with City of Angles, the Geometry Musical)

Which I will write a student blog on later.

However, today's post will be a short one, as I just wanted to write down some lyrics from a song I have to learn for class. It's from "What's the Use of Wond'rin" from Carousel.

And those of you who really know me also know my stance on the show Carousel.

Don't get me wrong, I completely understand the time period and how acceptable this was back then. But the last chorus of my song just sounds like... well, it sounds like a dog is singing it. It really sounds like the girl is Lassie singing about her boy.

"And somethin' gave him the things that are his,
one of those things is you!
So when he wants your kisses,
you will give them to the lad,
and anywhere he leads you, you will walk,
and anytime he needs you,
you'll go runnin' there like mad!
You're his girl, and he's your feller,
and all the rest is talk."

Little known fact: Carousel is actually about Lassie Come-Home, the collie.

Peace out.

Oh, and GO SEE MEN WHO STARE AT GOATS. It's awesome.