Sat.

We got to Buchser at 5:30. I was hella tired. I borrowed jimbo¡¦s Cd¡¦s of switchfoot and stuff like that earlier the night before. Switchfoot is awesome, so is ataris. Yea we watched¡K shrek, galaxy quest and I think one more but I forgot. We got there around 2-3, and we just relaxed in our hotel room and unpacked until 5:00 which was the mandatory check in time. So we went to Disney, and just played, cuz band didn¡¦t have anything till sun and mon. We went on um¡K I forgot¡K. Matterhorn, haunted mansion? Other stuff¡K. All the days are confusing. Cuz they¡¦re like all put into one experience. This year¡¦s was definitely the best one yet. Even though Disney and California adventure are kinda boring now. My friends made it fun. We went to sleep around 2 cuz they were using my digital voice recorder to ¡K record¡K stuff. hahahaha

Sun.

Woke up at 7:15? Cuz B band and A band had to play that day in Cali Adventure. Both bands did well. Not mindblowing but we didn¡¦t really care, as long as we didn¡¦t mess up. Which we didn¡¦t. Everybody was pretty tired already so yea we just chizzled. Haha um didn¡¦t go on California screamin or tower of terror cuz we were too lazy to get in the lines. And the chaperones had our tickets so we didn¡¦t get any fastpasses, but it was all good. We had a good time. Good food, but like it¡¦s hella expensive. Specially the mcdonalds¡K it¡¦s not even funny. Beau and Michael wanted to stay with annika and them, so me, Nathan, Andrew Nguyen, and Davey went back to the hotel around 6:30 and went swimming for like an hour and a half. There was barely anyone there, so it was pretty fun. We made a whirlpool in the Jacuzzi, so that we could just float and the current would take us around the hot tub without us doing anything. Then we um went to IHOPs to eat dinner. Smalliver, or Jerry, came along with us. We all had Dixie Chicken strips, I was soooo full. Had 3 cups of sprite. Blegh, but it was all good. Then yea that was the night when we took all the jumping across the bed pictures. With oranges that we were given by our mom to eat for ¡¥fiber¡¦. But we just used them for pictures. Yea¡K lol Beau was like ¡§Oh.. um it¡¦s okay, I don¡¦t need any oranges.¡¨ My mom¡¦s like¡K ¡§Don¡¦t you have¡K bowel movement problems then?¡¨ lol it was hilarious. But it¡¦s all good, they know my mom, otherwise it¡¦d been hella embarrassing. Hahahahaaha.

Mon

Last day in the Park cuz we had to leave on Tue. Morn this year. It was a fun day. Lots of stuff. Including *wink wink* haha May 24^th! Haha but yea. Haunted mansion 3 times, and other stuff. Shaya broke a light saber¡K before buying it¡K haha we went on the train thingy. Yea. It was a great day. We made a light saber movie from 12-2. it was awesome J haha and yea¡K next day was a long ass bus ride. Tired but then I got home and I got all energized. Missed all u ppl who were still in bay area. Hahaahhaa. Life is great. Sactown on Friday. Got muchos work to make up.

I didn¡¦t go into detail at all, cuz obviously lots of other stuff happened but yea, haven¡¦t posted in a long time. Too lazy to elaborate. errr anyone wanna help me post pics, i'm not totally sure how. hahahahaha

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wheee. update....... decided to do quotes... cuz that's my xanga.

Tuesdays with Morrie

Btw, for those who haven't read this. Morrie is this guy's old college professor who he hasn't seen for like 20 years or what not. and Morrie is diagnosed with Lou Gehrig's disease, where u slowly lose control of ur muscles, starting from the feet up. until u die, cuz ur heart stops pumping...

"I buried myself in accomplishments, because with accomplishments, I believed I could control things, I could squeeze in every last piece of happiness before I got sick and died, like my uncle before me, which i figured was my natural fate."

"Yet he refused to be depressed. Instead, Morrie had become a lightning rod of ideas. He jotted down h is thoughts on yellow pads, envelopes, folders, scrap paper. He wrote bite-sized philosophies about living with death's shadow: "Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do"
"Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it"
"Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others"
"Don't assume that it's too late to get involved."

"So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning."

"The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in... Let it come in. We think we don't deserve love, we think if we let it in we'll become too soft. But a wise man named said it right. He said, 'Love is the only rational act.... Love is the only rational act...."

"       Dying... is only one thing to be sad over, Mitch. Living unhappily is something else. So many of the people who come to visit me are unhappy.
Why?
        Well for one thing, the culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. We're teaching the wrong things. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it. Create your own. Most people can't do it. They're more unhappy than me--even in my current condition. I may be dying, but I am surrounded by loving, caring souls. How many people can say that?
I was astonished by his complete lack of self-pity. Morrie, who could no longer dance, swim, bathe, or walk; Morrie, who could no longer answer his own door, dry himself after a shower, or even roll over hin bed. How could he be so accepting?"

"Mitch, I don't allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each morning, a few tears, and that's all.
         I thought about all the people i knew who spent many of their waking hours feeling sorry for themselves. How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity. Just a few tearful minutes, then on with the day. And if Morrie could do it, with such a horrible disease...
         "It's only horrible if you see it that way,' Morrie said, 'It's horrible to watch my body slowly wilt away to nothing. But it's also wonderful because of all the time I get to say good-bye."
        He smiled. "Not everyone is so lucky."
        I studied him in his chair, unable to stand, to wash, to pull on his pants. Lucky? Did he really say lucky?"

"It is my junior year, 1978, when disco and Rocky movies are the cultural rage. We are in an unusual sociology class at Brandeis, something Morrie calls "Group Process." Each week we study the ways in which the students in the group interact with one another, how they respond to anger, jealousy, attention. We are human lab rats. More often than not, someone ends up crying. I refer to it as the "touchy-feely" course. Morrie says I should be more open-minded.
         On this day, Morrie says he has an exercise for us to try. We are to stand, facing away from our classmates, and fall backward, relying on another student to cath us. Most of us are uncomfortable with this, and we cannot let go for more than a few inches before stopping ourselves. We laugh in embarrassment.
         Finally, one student, a thin, quiet, dark-haired girl whom I notice almost always wears bulky white fisherman sweaters, crosses her arms over her chest, closes her eyes, leans back, and does not flinch, like one of those Lipton tea commercials where the model splashes into the pool.
         For a moment, I am sure she is going to thump on the floor. At the last instand her assigned partner grabs her head and shoulders and yanks her up harshly.
        "Whoa!" several students yell. Some clap.
        Morrie finally smiles.
        "You see," he says to the girl, "you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too--even when you're in the dark. Even when you're falling.""

"You'll see it when you believe it."

err... lots more. but parents are stupid. "Star testing tomororw oliver, u promised to sleep early." They tell me to read and do work, and then tell me to stop when i do it. buncha crap. these things will teach me much more than any standardized test crap will. Typical azn parents, want us to get into good colleges, so they can brag and then pretend to be modest to their other azn freinds. One of the cons of azness. Perfect parents: Liberal parents that push you but not too hard, and that will do what they believe in, not what tradition tells them to do.

HHAHAHAA got this from Lindsay, thanks for letting me use this.

~~~HoW tO DrIvE yOuR bOyFrIeNd cRaZy~~~

1. right before you head out the door, mention that you're late to meet Sergio. yes, thats right...sergio. most likely, you do not know anyone by the name of sergio, but by simply saying that you'll send your boyfriend on this paranoid android shizophrenic jealous confusion. he's gonna automatically think "who's sergio?", "what is he like?"...."and what kind of a name is sergio?" to add effect, cut out one of those half naked guy's picture from the abercrombie catalog and put it in your wallet.

how to counter: guys- when she mentions sergio, just look off into space with a coy smile and say "i remember meeting a sergio once...wow." and then just sigh and walk away.. now you're girlfriend is confused.

2. take your boyfriend to victoria secret. there's nothing worse then being in that store. not to mention the embarassment of seeing all that is pink and lacy and wondering how floss can serve as underwear, but there's also that lingering thought and that confusion of where to put your eyes because you're afraid that the female shoppers in the store might think you're a pervert. rumor has it, if a guy stays in the store longer than 30 minutes, they spontaneously combust.

how to counter: pretend you're the lord of the flies...fashion a thong into a slingshot, use the sample makeup as war paint, and run around grunting. hopefully you'll successfully cause enough ruckus, that you both will get kicked out of the store.

3. every 10 hours, call your boyfriend and ask him "where are we? as in us?" nothing is more obscure than that statement. in all honesty, guys simply do not know how to answer that. in fact, to this day, i still don't know what the right answer is, or what intentions are behind that question. it just tops it off when you ask it every 10 hours...on the dot. its like chinese water torture.

how to counter: pretend you're stupid and say "united states, dummy!" and then clap repeatedly for no apparent reason screaming "chicken pot, chicken pot, chicken pot piEEEE!"


4. at 4 am in the morning, call your boyfriend and be all mad at him for cheating on you in your dream. its the worst when you feel like something is your fault when you had nothing to do with it. 

how to counter: buy a tranquilizer gun.

5. instead of asking for things directly, talk around it. ok, this takes some explaining...but all girl do this naturally. instead of saying 'can i wear your jacket?" say stuff like "its cold...like really really cold." or if there's a movie you don't want to watch, don't say "i don't want to watch this movie", say "we'll watch it if you really really want to watch it." or if you are looking for a place to eat and you're craving italian, wait till he suggests places to eat. when he asks you what you want, just say "I'll eat anything." but then when he mentions chinese you say "no". american "no". korean? "no"..and keep doing it until he finally mentions what you're craving "italian." but don't say yes...say "we'll eat it if you really really want to eat it."

how to counter: just talk to her in yoda. "eat we will yes?" "watch movie we can. yes. movie."

6. whenever he cracks a joke, act like your still waiting for the punchline. nothing makes you feel more stupid than cracking a joke and your audience still isn't laughing. so, when he attempts to make a funny, don't matter how funny the actual joke is....just pretend the punchline didn't happen and you're still waiting for it. make sure that awkward silence is there and have that anticipatory grin on your face...you know the one where your mouth is slightlly open and slightly smiling but your eyes look lost? do that.

how to counter: the joke is already ruined...just finish it off by saying "pubes". might as well ruin the moment entirely.

7. if your boyfriend knows you just used the bathroom, right before you leave the room, put the toilet seat up. i mean, every upstanding guy knows to put the seat down after they use it, but seat up after a girl uses it? that never happens...unless......

how to counter: stash tampons and pads in your underwear drawer in your home for your girlfriend to find.

8. beat him in a video game by using your press every button really really really fast technique. nothings worse than working countless hours to hone your video game skills, to onlly be beaten by your girlfriend who just simply presses every button possible. once you beat your boyfriend, just laugh at his face and say "you've been 0wNeD!"

how to counter: break her fingers.