Friday, October 31, 2008


How do people get into college? Much less graduate from MIDDLE SCHOOL. I wrote that way as a 5th grader, thanks.
Let me show you writing samples.

This sentence concludes a paragraph:
"There is one instance where Yunior has some sort of power of Magdalena during their anniversary trip; it has something to do with her body also."
This essay is entirely summary. At this point, you shouldn't even try passing it off as one. This essay has two of the same body paragraph, basically. This essay has no conclusion.

This is a paragraph written by one of my peers.
"Throughout the story Maxine is faced with the difficulty of the Chinese language and conforming to the American ways of speaking, acting, and learning. In the story her father says, 'Why is it I can hear Chinese from blocks away? Is it they talk loud?' Thus stating that there is obviously a difference between the Chinese language and American language or the way they converse because he doesn’t hear English like he hears Chinese. In this story, Maxine shows the Chinese gaining power through speaking to one another by raising their voice and speaking loudly over other people or things. She displays some resemblance through Americans in her quote, 'You can see the disgust on American faces looking at women like that.' Maxine shows how Americans don’t use their language as a power between one another. This is a power that Chinese lose when conforming to the American way of life. They must conform to the quietness that is said to be different between the languages leaving the Chinese feeling powerless. Because they feel they must conform in all aspects they lose so much power that they end up being quieter than Americans and are heard less leaving room to be harassed by other Americans."
Let me clarify a few things. The father encounters a bunch of Chinese people shouting at each other in conversation while standing next to each other. Clearly he'd be able to hear the Chinese louder than English.
Chinese people in the story don't gain power by speaking loudly to each other. They gain power through being able to speak at Chinese school, as opposed to being silent in American school. They don't really even gain power because of that; they go right back to conforming. Some power gain, right? The quote about the Americans' disgust is used out of context. Not to mention it makes no sense. The Americans are all WTF! about Chinese people speaking obnoxiously loud, but the quote is irrelevant. Then the author goes on to argue about how Americans don't use language as power. This is why there are so many people who verbally abuse others. No, of course their language is not why some pussy ass bitch got hurt. This is why you can tear people new assholes on internet chat forums. Of course, they are not using LANGUAGE. They're just sticking their fists through the monitor and uppercutting the idiot. This is why you write essays. You are definitely not trying to use your power to persuade others to see your point.

I digress. I am past the point of analyzing how terrible these all are; but being Monta Vista students & smart people, I'm sure you can see what the fuck is going on.
Seriously though, these people don't know what a THESIS is. They don't know how to conclude an essay. They don't know how to analyze. They can't even write a coherent and cohesive paragraph. They can't even quote correctly or effectively.
I hope they drop out and die. Fuck. This has been such a waste of my time.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

High School Musical 3

I love it. I'm not going to lie. I saw it last Friday with E-Miller and it was awesome. SO much better than High School Musical, and High School Musical 2 (absolute shit, btw). The music is catchy as hell, but most of all, the choreography is AMAZING. Holy shit, I wish I could dance. And of course, I love romantical cheesiness.
But seriously, I absolutely LOVE Kenny Ortega's work. He's an amazing director and choregrapher. His notable works include "Dirty Dancing", "Ferris Bueller's Day Off", the opening & closing ceremonies for the Atlanta Olympics, and "Newsies", which is how I was "introduced" to him. He also did HSM 1 & 2, but holyyyyy shit, 3 is glorious.
Troy & Gabriella have this waltzy piece on top of the school roof to "Can I Have this Dance", and it is absolutely spectacular!!! I don't know much about dancing, but I know that when I get married, I am SO doing a choreographed dance of immense, breathtaking, awe-inspiring proportions.
Then some of the Senior Year High School Musical numbers are also spectacular like the "A Night to Remember" prom piece. It's cool. I don't know how else to describe it. Also, the costuming is kind of ridiculous, but I really like Gabriella's dress.
And the last bit of choreography I loved was Troy & Chad's "The Boys are Back" dance in the junkyard. Definitely epic. :) They are so adorable! And I loved the two little kids in it as a flashback from when they were kids.

One thing, however, doesn't line up. Troy and Chad keep talking about playing basketball for the U of A which everyone assumes to be the University of Arizona. I mean, that's the most popular U of A. Except the audience finds out that it's the University of Alburquerque. WTF! At the end of the musical/movie, Troy is forced to make a decision about where he's going to college, and he announces UC Berkeley. WTF!! Is that really even a difficult choice to make? Berkeley versus some nearly unknown school? In addition, the University of Albuquerque doesn't even exist! It closed in 1986. I looked it up on Wikipedia. WTF! Now some kids are going to be like omg, I want to go to the U of A to see Chad or whatever, and when they go to apply, they will be HEARTBROKEN. Lame. Except not really. It doesn't affect me in any way.

If you think about it, High School Musical and High School Musical 3 are both very postmodern. It calls attention that it is a musical within a musical. You have people breaking out of the status quo, ie. nerds being dancers, jocks being musical stars, nerds dating jocks. It's very fragmented; storylines don't really connect, but it kind of makes sense as a whole! The whole postmodern she-bang! I love Scotty Catrette.

This is exciting. A light-hearted post for once.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


I had people snooping in on this so I made it private. Oh joy! I love my roommates so much (right now?).
This is for my friends to read, and I don't feel like having my privacy invaded by people who are not my friends trying to figure out what is going on. I need my space, and my own time to calm down before I try to attempt to solve this. Otherwise I will keep being my angry, bitchy self and shit won't be nice. Fuck.
I hate college.
Also I guess I am a bad person for spontaneous combustion-ly venting how I feel on something I do not really expect people other than my friends to read, right? Because that is definitely not something that I would be doing if I were at home with everyone. Or just with everyone in general. If I wish really hard, will the kind beings up above plop a handle of Jagermeister, my most favorite liquor ever, or perhaps even tequila, my second favorite, in front of me? I hope so because I need massive, massive, insane quantities of it right now.


This morning I woke up to an URGENT: Kresge Security Alert email about people stealing other people's things out of apartments at Kresge and various other residence halls. And I quote, "It
appears that the thief (or thieves) gained entry through unsecured
windows or doors. In one report, the thief entered while students were
in another room within an apartment."
My roommates don't care to keep our door locked because they don't want to put forth the effort of getting their keys out. Do you see the conflict there?
I really like my stuff. Like I really like it. Even though it might not be worth a lot, or anything at all, but I really like it. I don't want my stuff stolen. I get bitched at for locking the door when I leave because "we know all the people in our apartment and we'd be able to tell if they had our things." Yeah, what about the people we DON'T KNOW in our apartment? Like friends or whatever. Last night, I went out of my room to a living room filled with noisy people that I've never seen before. What about them?
Call me paranoid, but I don't trust anyone. I don't trust people with my deep thoughts, emotions, so why would I trust people with all of my belongings? I can't even bring myself to tell people why I'm upset or whatever. I would love to keep my door unlocked and think that everyone is good and pure, that if I leave a hundred dollars sitting on top of my desk, it will still be there when I return. Unfortunately, society has progressed away from those days where it was somewhat okay to do that, and okay to leave your door open whether or not I was in the room/apartment.

In case you couldn't tell from the nature of the last two posts and this one, yes, I am having roommate issues.

I Try

really hard to be nice, but some things just don't cut it sometimes. I don't stand for that, so I will be an inconsiderate bitch when I feel like it, and when I want to be.
What are you going to do about it? Nothing. Because you are being inconsiderate bitches as well. Suck on that.

Monday, October 27, 2008

I Miss

home, and the way things used to be: normal.
I can't handle this shit. I hate college.

Good Habits

I've developed some since I got to college.
1. Working out frequently. Yay, this is awesome because I'm not getting fat. I'm actually getting skinnier. Plus my butt looks nicer, and so do my legs. In addition, I pretty much walk everywhere unless it is dark. Then I take the bus.
2. Eating little to no junk food. Also, yay! No freshman fifteen. Halloween is ruining this though. I have a bag of mini Reeses' Peanut Butter Cups in my desk. YUM. My favorite. Also work ruins this too because sometimes I just need a fatty sugar kick.
3. Eating consistent, not junky meals. I eat a lot of salad, and small portions of yummy, but less healthy stuff. Also, I always find funny leaves and bugs in my salad. Hopefully, I haven't eaten any of those unknowingly.
4. Flossing my teeth. I don't want no cavities. Plus salad gets stuck in my teeth a lot. Or just food in general.
5. Getting 8 hours of sleep every night. Okay, I've kind of been failing at this one, but I'm working on getting it back. Sometimes other things just take precedent over sleep.

Go me! Haha.

Saturday, October 25, 2008


One thing I don't understand is why everyone else in my apartment can blast their music, whatever it is, really loud. Then when I do that, I get an adverse response. If you can do it, why can't I? I don't necessarily enjoy listening to it, but I tolerate it. I don't get all huffy puffy, hoity toity on you and slam your doors and shit. I think this calls for turning my music up louder.

I've been falling behind on the metalhead count, but I've met three more by College 10.
Jake - likes black metal & death metal. His favorite band is Burzum.
Tim - likes metal. He was wearing an Ensiferum shirt when I met him.
David - likes a lot of older metal. I forget what else.

Total: 21
Legit Total: 18

Also, I'm missing Kamelot tonight :( Perhaps if I am feeling nice, I will blast power metal in honor of that.

Friday, October 24, 2008


:( I can't make it back home for Homecoming this weekend either. I have way too many things to do and not enough time at all. Retarded. Come visit me on Saturday though, if you have time? That would be nice. I miss everyone. I'll show you the tree sitters.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Worst Day Ever

Yup. I didn't go to bed until 3AM this morning due to personal reasons. I woke up, went to the most boring core class of my life. Went home to go study, and I was like, oh! I have an interview today for my Documenting Oral History class. Maybe I should check out my video camera and see what's up. I open my bag, turn on the camera. It doesn't turn on. The batteries were dead. I had a midterm in less than an hour for a class that is semi-difficult. I freaked out. I had to leave after my final and it would take me an hour to get to the lady, Jill's, house by Santa Cruz Harbor. I called up everyone I knew at Santa Cruz, and freaked out some more because I didn't have a camera and I wasn't sure that Media Services over at Kerr Hall had a camera I could use AND they weren't picking up their phone. Finally I managed to get in contact with them, and they had one I could use. So I went off a little bit less stressed to fail my midterm. It was not as bad as I thought it would be, and I finished within an hour and I made the trek to Kerr Hall to get a camera. I got one and a tripod that weighs more than I do, and I made the trek back to Kresge with a huge case, a huge bag, my huge backpack while wearing a thick jacket and Uggs in 90 degree weather. Then I made sure the camera worked and whatnot and left to go to Jill's house around 4. The bus was late so I missed the first 68 bus that would take me over there. Then I got on and I met some nice guy/girl named Sara who was telling me about his/her adventures as a traveler. That's how s/he ended up at Santa Cruz. Then I got off at Lake & Lago with Sara and s/he gave me a map, and we went out separate ways. I found Jill's house and conducted the first 1/3 of our interview. Surprisingly, it was very fun and interesting. I'm really excited for our next interview. We talked for over 2 hours straight, but unfortunately I only had 2 hours worth of tape. It was awesome. Then I left, and halfway to some mysterious bus stop, I realized that I didn't have my ID card. I poked through all my things, and couldn't find anything, so I headed back to Jill's house to see if anything was there. None. I now have no ID card and no money and no way of getting back home. So she gave me $4 to take the bus. Maybe $5, and in my retarded frenzy, I probably dropped the dollar somewhere. I couldn't find the bus stop that I was supposed to, so I walked up and down some street for 30 minutes until I went into a restaurant to ask someone. Then I waited at the bus stop for 30 minutes while the bus was late. Then I went back here. And apparently my apartment had a dance party complete with a stripper pole. Then I got my boob touched by some drunk guy from the annoying upstairs.
And now I am here, tired, upset, less stressed, and HUNGRY AS HELL. I haven't eaten anything all day, and I was planning on going to the dining hall on my way home, but I guess that can't happen. Because I have no way of proving that I have a meal plan. Fucking retarded. I hope I can get this sorted out tomorrow...

Monday, October 20, 2008

No Life

The best thing about being SO FAR away at college is that people think I can just drop everything to pop back home randomly on weekdays. Not like I don't have classes or any obligations or anything. Next time anything happens to me, I'll make sure that they come immediately. Not like they don't have obligations or anything, right?

On a random note, or several random notes...
The FedEx guy at Longs gave me a mini pumpkin today!
I found a third tree sitter, hidden mysteriously above me. I always wondered why that orange cone was there. Now, I know why!
I saw a guy on a bike get hit by a car last week! I forgot to blog about it.
In my Documenting Oral History class, there's a girl whose lower half of her face looks like the Joker's. NOT EVEN KIDDING. It even moves similarly. It sort of freaks me out, a lot. I always stared at her oddly in class to try and figure it out. Now I have.
I hate buses and missing them. Yesterday, a bus left me behind. Today, I was more assertive and I banged violently on the door, and the bus stopped and let me on. Then some guy made fun of me. It's not my fault the stop lights don't change fast enough.

Watch this video. It's very insightful.

In fact, check this shit out. Your life will change. Not gonna lie.

Sunday, October 19, 2008


One thing I have never understood is why people who are under the impression that they listen to metal think that it's okay to talk down to me when I ask them what type of metal they listen to. Seriously, I had two conversations today that went like this:

Me: Oh hi! You lyk da metalz?
Metalhead Who Thinks He's Such a Badass (MWTHSABA): Yes. (grunt, snott,y rich bitch sort of look)
Me: What type of metal are you into?
MWTHSABA: The GOOD kind. (grunt, snort, more snotty, rich bitch looks)
Me (rolling my eyes in my head): Like what?
MWTHSABA: Like Killswitch Engage, dude. Or Dimmu Borgir! Yeah man, Pantera and shit.
Me: Right.

Are you fucking serious? Are you really going to pretend that you are so elite when the first band you name is Killswitch Engage? You are really going to talk to me, the Gore Princess, like I'm some idiot who doesn't know shit, and tell me that the most metalz of all metalz is Killswitch fucking Engage. You need to be kicked in the dick.
Fucking idiots who don't know shit. Negative metal points for you.

Also, today at Longs I met this fat Mexican guy in a Decrepit Birth. I was like oh hello, fat Mexican, you like Decrepit Birth? Then he told me no. His wife bought it for him in Davenport. I was :(

Saturday, October 18, 2008

College is Boring

Today, I have nothing to do. At all. I went and got food earlier. Now I'm sitting here listening to the Jonas Brothers while my roommate grimaces. I'm tempted to turn up the bass and the volume out of spite, but I'm a nice person. I am still playing it through my speakers though. I'm not that nice.
I'm considering tinkering with an essay I have due on Tuesday. But I don't feel like it, so I will sit here and flip through music some more.
I tried to be productive and deal with Verizon and Wells Fargo earlier today, but that just pissed me off. I have a half receptive phone and a check that needs to be deposited into a bank account with an unknown PIN. I think when I go home next weekend for Homecoming, I will get another refurbished phone that doesn't restart randomly on me. I can't wait until Verizon comes out with new phones that I like (read: not touchscreen, a separate numeric on the front & QWERTY keypad--either slide out or flip open, with a screen that is big enough to look at things unlike the enV2). And then I need to go to Wells Fargo. The only one here is inconvenient and downtown, aka an hour away.
This has been pointless. More Jonas Brothers!


Mmmm. Hands down my drink of choice. And holy shit, I basically finished a fifth by myself. Okay, well it was over the course of two days because I'm a little Asian girl, but I knocked back half of that shit in like 30-45 minutes last night.

Friday, October 17, 2008

High School Musical 3

One thing I miss about home is having people to be absolutely ridiculous with. I miss having a group of people to watch "Gossip Girl" and "One Tree Hill" with. I miss being able to drive around and blast High School Musical or Demi Lovato or the Jonas Brothers. All the squealing and fun-ness of being retarded teenage girls. I miss it a lot.
I just get made fun of a lot here.

Also, the answer to yesterday's pop quiz was C. All of the above.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

College is Homosexual

So today I
a. saw boobs.
b. was felt up.
c. all of the above.

Pick the right answer. You get a cookie if you win.


I'm so pissed my hands are shaking right now. Tonight was the angriest I've been since college started. Oddly enough, it was just the tip of how furious I can be. It was like almost midnight when I started to shower, like I usually do. I brushed by teeth, urinated, defacated, undressed, the daily ritual, and hopped into the shower. I performed my usual shower ablutions, washed my hair, conditioned, washed my body, shaved, etc. My shower time is very sacred to me. It's the only time where I get to truly be alone and unwind. (No, not in that sense! Pervert.) It's how I start the end to my day, how I relax before I go to sleep. It's the place where I gather my thoughts and try to make sense of things. The cleansing is both literally and metaphorically.
And then there was loud, incessant banging like the end of the world was near on my door interrupting whatever it was I was thinking about. Naturally, I was like uh, WTF? So I called out "What?" I shouldn't have been surprised. It was my rude, selfish roommate Jeremy banging on the door asking when I would be done because, oooh no, his precious toofbrush is in here, and he had to brush his teeth right this instant. To that, I responded with a big fuck off.
Now my shower was interrupted and I was basically done, so I toweled off. And then the most brilliant of brilliant Paulina thoughts popped into my head. Take as long as I could out of spite! So I did. I spent time deliberately putting my clothes on, and retoweling myself off. I brushed my teeth. Again. And this time, I also flossed. The first time, I didn't because I wanted to get out of the bathroom as soon as possible, but if someone was going to be so rude, of course, I should take longer. Then I toweled my hair, and put it up in a turban. toweled it again, and turbaned it. And stared at myself in the mirror for a few minutes. Emptied water out of the basket I use to keep all my shit in. Stared at myself some more. Chased imaginary butterflies. Frolicked in an imaginary meadow. Stared. Things of that sort.
Then I finally left. I opened the door, glared at the fucker sitting on the couch, and stormed into my room, and finished with a righteous door slam that caused another earthquake in China. I started throwing all my shit around while Eli & Lisa were watching "Heroes". I hope I didn't interrupt. Then one of my other roommates, nice girl, Anya, came running in and was like "Paulina! Are you okay?" to which I unleashed my furious tangent of Jeremy = piece of shit inconsiderate fuck this fucking that rude bitch what the fuck inconsiderate if he wanted his stupid fucking toothbrush maybe he should of asked instead of rudely inconsiderately fucking banging on the do-fuck-or shit fuck stupid fuck fucking fuck. Then I apologized for yelling at her, and I sat down at my computer to finish my post-shower ablutions that I do not bring with me into the bathroom for fear of hogging it.
Then there was more running down the hallway and a knock on the door. Nobody said come in, and golly gee whiz, Santa Claus popped in! Not. It was Jeremy trying to apologize and be annoying. So I yelled at him some more about him being a fucking rude, inconsiderate fucker. And he stammered a few times and ran around what parts of my desk that he could to make eye contact with me, but then I opened up the bane of my existence, Facebook, and I told him I didn't want to fucking talk to him. He stammered some more, and I told him to fuck off, so he left.
I'm still angry, but I feel calm, if that makes any sense.
Good night.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

College is Productive

This is my average night (not in any order):
1. Facebook.
2. MySpace.
3. Bumper Stickers--yes, they deserve their own number.
4. TV.
5. N64 in the form of Banjo Kazooie, Star Fox, or Super Smash Brothers.
6. Pretend to write papers while having a mini dance party.
7. Photobooth.
8. Skype.
9. Gmail.
10. AIM.
11. Food.
12. Food.
13. Food.
14. Text.
15. Racism.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

More Mail!

I love my friendsies and such. Yesterday, I checked my mail box and I had FOUR THINGS. One was a package from my mom with a CD in it containing Microsoft Office 2003, the far superior version to Microsoft Office 2007. A postcard from the one and only Natalie A. Tyson with a picture of my Berkeley metalhead friend. Well, he doesn't know it yet, but he is my friend. A little card from my cousin, Jessica! It's super cute and Asian. And a super cute and Asian card/letter from Katherine! Yay!
My dad left for Asia yesterday so I called him before he left so he can get me super ridiculously Asian stationary to write to people with. You know, ones that say like "Song bird get far from heart love him long time no her." Something like that. For now, I must resort to ugly binder paper. I don't even have cardstock (or colorz, for that matter) to make cool cards with. Lame.

Day 25 (10/13/08): Robert the metalhead on the bus in a Slayer shirt who likes the Faceless and didn't know about the Faceless show on November 14th. I had a somewhat awkward encounter with him because I was talking fast and excitedly and a huge spitwad flew out of my mouth and landed somewhere. I think on my backpack. And Chris the Kresge East-residing, Immortal, listening metalhead who I met at Longs!!! )

Total: 21
Legit Total: 15
Not bad :)

Monday, October 13, 2008

Cool, and Not Cool

A few days ago, Joe B. Kim, Monta Vista math teacher extraordinaire, texted me asking me if I was busy around noon today. I said no, because I wasn't, and we went out to lunch today! It was pretty cool. He is very tan. He also drives a white 325i, an e36, that he wants to keep on the DL, though I don't know why he'd do that. He said that one of his friends just gave it to him! And his friend kept it in terrible shape. The paint is peeling and fading, and so are the logos. The headlights are dirty and scratched up. I told Mr. Kim that if he ever didn't want it anymore, he can give it to me. So I hope he does!!!
Anyway, I keep missing the bus, and it makes me really, really sad. :(
Also, all of my roommates think I am very racist because I talk in accents (read: yellow and brown) to Indian people; I dance to dinga dinga dinga dinga (you know, bhangra), and stuff like that. Since when did my life emulate racism? The only way to fix this situation would be for everyone (read: everyone) to come visit, and WE WILL ALL BE BLACK, BROWN, AND YELLOW like a bruise for a few days! Perhaps while belligerantly drunk. Or not belligerant.

Sunday, October 12, 2008


Today, I was in the 9/10 Dining Hall, and I saw Militza's asscheeks. It was somewhat horrifying.
Yes, I do think this topic deserves it's own post, purely because of the shock and scare factor.
Also, this is along the same vein. I had to clean the bathroom with the shower today with Jeremy. He already cleaned the toilet and the counters, so I was stuck with the shower. I found lots of pubes. Nasty.

Friday, October 10, 2008


Yes. Awesome. Ballin'. Cool.
There is a fatty here. And she is disgusting. I think I will throw her out. But I am afraid her cellulite and jiggles will infect me. She keeps showing her asscrack. I want to throw up, and not because of alcohol. I think I will make a new apartment rule. No fatties allowed.

Edit: Holy shit. Fuck the fatty. She's wasted and wailing and crawling on the floor with her pants off. It is disgusting. Everyone is trying to put her to bed so they don't have to deal with it. She is putting a great amount of resistance. I think what they need to do is clobber her a few times so she passes out. Then they can throw her outside for the 'coons. Holy shit. I can fucking hear her and my door is closed and I am dancing by myself to Tyga's Coconut Juice. Jagermeister is the world's greatest liquor. I will go have another shot to rid myself of this horridness.

No, I am not a bitch. I am stating the truth. You would be saying the same thing.

Day 22 (10/10/08): Taylor! I met him on the bus a few days ago actually. He was in a Kreator shirt. He has BIG, POOFY HAIR. He listens to all metal but he likes thrash the best. I am burning him "Swansong". :) Benny. I chased him into a nerd shop (who am I to speak? I listen to metal... and at this moment, the nerdiest metal of all, power metal) because I saw an Anthrax shirt and long hair. He kind of listens to metal. A lot of thrash. Does Santa Cruz just attract thrash kids?

Total: 19
Legit Total: 13

Oh, Robert, Lauryn, and Erin (Scotty Excluded)

One thing I've noticed about college, especially with regards to writing essays and such, is that some people are complete idiots. Like, seriously, I wonder how they got into college. I am by no means a good writer. I am a decent one, at best. In fact, I think I'm pretty terrible, but there is a noticeable difference between the style and diction of my prose and theirs. Maybe I was really lucky and had fairly awesome lit teachers throughout my years of high school.
Mrs. Robbins was fucking bomb, and taught me how to write decent essays complete with fascinating introductions and Big Idea conclusions. Gahagan was... cool. I don't remember what she taught me. And Mr. Javier's class was a struggle for me to pass and write essays up to his excellent standard. I barely got a B first semester. Catrette's class was a joke.
Okay, well, like the other people's essays in my class, I have no thought and no direction about this blog.
The moral of the story is I guess I write good essays. That's what everyone says. This is terrible. I will never get any feedback on how to make them better. *sad face*

Thursday, October 9, 2008


Oh yes indeed. I want the economy to be less shitty so I can afford to buy things from Europe like

without paying close to a hundred dollars for it. It's fucking ridiculous! The sweatshirt alone is 37.98 Euros, equivalent to $52. Add on twenty fucking six Euros, a whopping I kid you not $36, for shipping, and you have a ridiculously overpriced, badass, Paulina-sized Amon Amarth sweatshirt. I hate to say it, but fucking swindling Swedes. Don't they realize that most metalheads are poor bastards unless they have Mommy and Daddy to buy them CDs & shirrts with torn vaginas, eaten penises and whatnot on the front?

Also, I don't understand. How can it cost TWENTY FUCKING SIX EUROS for a sweatshirt to ship? Especially if it's a girl sized one, AKA not as big or heavy. Take a look at this Bloodbath jacket.

It's a jacket. You know, a style similar to a sweatshirt. This one is 30 Euros, or $41, INCLUDING shipping within the United States. They tack on an additional 5 Euros, a mere $8, for shipping ANYWHERE outside the United States. So how can the 26 Euros for shipping be justified. Like I said before... Fucking swindling Germans :(
Anyway the moral of the story is... The state of the economy is sad, like the state of my heart.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Epic Mail

I've been expecting a package of Epic Proportions from Brad because he hinted at one. He told me he mailed it Saturday morning so today after my core class, I went to the mail room. I had a letter from Wells Fargo for my Asian self with my Asian debit card. No package slip. I checked the mailing center attendant times, and the person was going to be in at 12. I decided that I would come back and check. An hour later, I came back and I checked! I had a package slip. It said I needed my ID to pick up my package, so I began to sprint back to my room. Halfway there, I stopped because I remembered that I had my ID on me, so I sprinted back. I threw the slip and my ID at the Mailroom Dude, and waited in anticipation. The package slip indicated that it was a small package; however, the box that Brad and I have been using to mail each other things is an average sized shoe box. Not exactly little. The Mailroom Dude emerged with the shoebox, and my excitement increased tenfold. I ran back to my room through the front door to show off my awesome package, then sprinted to my room to open it. This is what I found.

1. Awesome, delicious cookies that Brad baked for me!
2. Stephen King's Insomnia
3. A purple glove from our first doctor's visit together!
4. My swimsuit that I left in his mom's car.
5. Body butter by Yes to Carrots, my new favorite skincare line.
6. A Mach 5 car from Mike, Brad's little brother.
7. A letter<3
8. My green socks that I left in his socks.
9. All five chapsticks (cherry, carrot, melon, mint, & citrus) by Yes to Carrots!
10. Silk pajamas from Brad's grandma that I asked her to make me when I visited back in August!

To Supplement GLORIOUS

This is from Johan Hegg's Kodak moment halfway through Amon Amarth's set at Slim's. I'M IN THIS. Well, a part of me is because I am short. Regardless, this moment has been documented for all of history. See if you can find me! Look towards the middle, then move your eyes slightly to the left. Look for the smallest hand, looking like it is poking into a hairy armpit, and THAT'S ME. Fucking glorious.

Day 18 (10/6/08): Yesterday, I was coming home from work on the bus. At a stop before my college, a metalhead got on! He was wearing some obscure black metal shirt. He walked behind me and I didn't really pay any attention because I was stuck next to the window and some stinky guy. The bus stopped at Kresge and I got off, and I made eye contact with Obscure Black Metal Man. I threw up the horns at him and he glared at me. Sadness.
Day 19 (10/7/08): I spotted someone in a Meshuggah shirt during a break from my Aquatic Toxicology class today. He may or may not be metal.

Total: 17
Legit Total: 11

Sunday, October 5, 2008


Last night, I went to San Francisco to see AMON AMARTH, one of my most favorite bands.
The Aborted were up first. Nothing spectacular. I got squished against Fatty #1, which wasn't too bad, considering he had cushion. Fatty #2, his friend, was being an annoying fatty. Seriously, his vocabulary consisted of three words & their respective variations: fuck, douchebag, and faggot. And that was what he kept yelling at the Aborted. He continued this through Belphegor. I used to listen to Belphegor a lot. They put on a pretty goodshow, but I don't know. I wasn't too into them.  Then came Ensiferum, which is when it started getting crazy. I got pushed over behind this girl, and I kept getting rubbed on and I felt very awkward. I don't really listen to Ensiferum, so they didn't really matter much to me. They put on a great show though., so that was fun. Then finally AMON AMARTH came on! And it was the best thing ever! I absolutely went crazy even though I was squished. Their setlist was "Twilight of the Thundergod", "Runes to my Memory", "Asator", "North Sea Storm", "Free Will Sacrifice", "Valhalla Awaits Me", "Guardians of Asgaard", "Fate of Norns", "Where is Your God Now", "Where Silent Gods Stand Guard". And then they encored with "Cry of the Black Birds" and "Pursuit of Vikings". It was absolutely crazy and super fun.
After the show, Theo, Heidi, & I waited outside in the rain for Amon Amarth to come out so we could meet them! Little Johan came out first, but then ran into the bus super fast. Ted came out after, and that's when people made their way over. I got his autograph. Then Ollie came out, and he's always hilarious to listen to. I got his autograph as well. And then Big Johan came out! And then I got his autograph too! So 3 out of 5 is not bad, since I have their autographs on pictures & on a CD booklet. The three of us were hanging around chilling, waiting for Frederik and maybe Little Johan. I started talking to Alina, who does lots of band photography and is totally awesome, and one of the road guys, Steve. Then Steve gave Alina and me a five minute hug. It was a little awkward. But it was kind of hilarious. Also, I met Petri Lindroos from Ensiferum and I got a picture with him! Except it's on Alina's camera since mine died.
Best concert ever.

Friday, October 3, 2008


This is the first time I've legitimately gone home this school year, and frankly, I won't be doing it often. Save for concerts and whatnot. I took the Highway 17 Express back from Santa Cruz for $4, and I am never standing up on it again. I got there around 1 o'clock and there was a long line for the bus. Two people before me, the bus driver stopped people from boarding and said that if we were willing to stand the entire ride, and not wait an hour for the next bus, he'd let us on. I thought to myself, Hmmm, I don't want to wait. I'll just stand. Good idea, right? Wrong. It was the worst Highway 17 trip I've ever taken. Complete with nausea and motion sickness, and cigarette-stenched people surrounding me. I will never stand on that bus again.
Now I'm home, and I wish I weren't home. I mean it's nice, but it's different. My parents keep bothering. Everyone's fucked up my stuff. Things are generally annoying. I'm going to go nap and get ready for VIKIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008


One thing that I have always enjoyed is mail. After several days of opening up my mailbox to emptiness, and sometimes creeper-like behaviors, today, I received mail! Mail, to me, is similar to running downstairs to see what Santa left under your tree on Christmas morning. I love it. I hate empty mail boxes. There's so much fun in seeing a white gleaming envelope, or even a package on your doorstep (in college cases, a slip saying "YOU HAS PACKAGE!" which I have yet to receive). I don't know. It's just fun. I like sending letters, and I like receiving them. So if you want to write me, send me a picture, anything! Even a hair, an ad, a tooth, a picture of the metalhead in your French class (*coughNataliecough*), feel free to do so! I'll email you my address.

Oh and what did I receive?
A paycheck from Longs, mailed by my mommy. Sadly, no letter was attached.
My debit card from Wells Fargo for my Russian self. A somewhat (not) funny story. On Move-In Day, I signed myself up for another debit card, this time from Wells Fargo, for my new Longs paychecks & as my spending account so I can save whatever is in my Bank of America account. Wells Fargo was on campus, so I thought I would seize the opportunity to do so. Everything was all fine and dandy until I went to log on to my Wells Fargo online account several days later to find out that I am now a Russian Asian named Pavlina Dao. (lol, one of my roommates is currently smoking weed with his door open and now my room stinks. Joyous.)
A letter saying that my credit card application that occured in conjunction with my debit card has been denied. I assume that this occured because the idiot who typed all my stuff up thought I was a Russian Asian. I don't need a credit card, however, it would be fairly useful in case I overdraft. Then the bank would just pull the overdraft from my credit card, so I would not have any strange fees. I would just need to pay off my credit card. Lamesies.

Day 12 (9/30/08):
Michael the Opeth fanboy. I went to the Porter/Kresge dining hall by myself. Got all my food, and I spotted his semi-long haired, Opeth t-shirt wearing body as I was looking for a place to sit. He is an Opeth fanboy, if that has not yet been made obvious.
Day 13 (10/1/08): Epica boy. Not many people would know who they are unless they listened to metal, so I deem him a metalhead. Impaled boy with afro. Yes, some guy wearing an Impaled shirt. I saw him on my way to class, and presumably he was on his way to class. No words were exchanged, but I did get to throw the horns at him. METAL.

Total: 15
Legit Total: 10