Also, cowtipper brought up the undeniable fact that majority of people in the military love President Bush and were at the very least not especially fond of Clinton.

Most of my fellow soldiers back Bush 100%, now why do you think that is???

I think that's one question that will make "liberals" (okay, okay, people who don't like Bush) scratch their heads forever. The obvious logic is that President Bush is a damn good CIC and Clinton was less than desirable but in my humble opinion "people who don't like Bush" rarely if ever believe the logical explanation is true.

Anyway, just my two cents...I'm still not feeling myself, I haven't been able to sleep past 10 a.m. no matter what time I go to bed >< I can't decide when to head back down to LA because I feel like I'm not spending enough time with the family much less my friends...but I really need to finish unpacking and get settled in before work starts since I'm heading to Ohio the weekend after that.

On another note, I've decided to use my power as a blogger (limited as it may be) to tell everyone I hate Direct TV. When I first signed up for the service I told them specifically I'd probably be moving in the next few months and they promised me it would be no big deal. Well guess what...it is a big deal. First I had to get an extra reciever, sign a new year's contract (those bastards) and pay five dollars more a month...now they're saying I need a $60 Direct TV tripod because our new complex won't let us put holes in the wall. I can't just tell them to go fck themselves because I already have a damn contract with them...so all I can do is tell anyone who reads this to avoid Direct TV at all costs! Especially if you're going to be moving in the near future.

Okay, I should really go find something more productive to do now.

My bunny ears stayed on the whole night! But my tail fell off =(

The next morning we got up pretty early considering I couldn't sleep and wouldn't let him sleep until the crack of dawn...and we were off to LA to move me out of my apartment. So that was my Sunday...moving...and today I woke up and went back to my old my place to finish cleaning out the kitchen and bathroom, went to UCLA to turn in my petition to graduate and then went back to my new place to pick up my blankets and Taz and then we were off to the Bay Area which is where I am now. I'm exhausted. I plan on sleeping for the next few days, hanging out with family and getting drunk with my friends =) If anyone wants to hang out gimme a call or IM me! I just noticed the 11 comments from Thursday's post but I'm too tired to look right now ><

Oh yeah, change of plans for EDC...I'll be going as a bunny instead =) If you see a bumble bee, a butterfly, a bunny, a care bear, a fairy and some other cute, garden-related creatures that will probably be me and my friends.

I'm really...the word isn't happy...relieved maybe...that the South Korean government is standing firm and sending another 3,000 troops anyway. We cannot let those monsters terrorize and threaten us into backing down. I'm reminded once again of Frank J's serious column.

My guess is a lot of the liberals out there will say I'm not seeing it from the other perspective...seeing it from the "freedom fighter" point of view...but to me that's just bullshit. Sometimes there is a right and there is a wrong and this time we are right and they are wrong. They may have started out with a justifiable cause (over half a century ago) but at this point they are just killing innocent human beings who have done nothing except try to help out their [the terrorists'] fellow Muslims.

I know I said I had nothing to say and then I launched into this long-winded ramble, but I just hate that there are people like that alive in the world today. However, unlike a liberal, just because I hate the fact that people like that exist, I'm not going to pretend they don't, or try to paint them into a prettier picture at the cost of making America seem like some sort of imperialistic war-monger. Why are liberals so afraid to label evil...except when it comes to the country that has provided them with everything including the right to parade around in the street like morons with their stupid slogans and crazy antics (i.e. drenching oneself with red paint and then running around harrassing people stopped at left-turn signals). I will never understand their love for the baby-killing Palestinian and their hatred for our great nation. Okay I'm done. For now.

Things with P are smooth sailing, but still there's that issue of "what is this?" At least for me. On the other hand he seems perfectly fine with this undefined "thing" we're doing. But I'm actually starting to feel okay about it too. If it's going somewhere it'll get there with or without me worrying about it right?

Electric Daisy Carnival this Saturday...I'll be there possibly dressed as a lady bug...if I can put together an outfit for myself. On Sunday P is going to help me move into my new place and I'll finally be rid of this leaky, old place known as "my first apartment."

We need to be one bold voice: We are America, and, if you try and stand between us and our safety, we will hurt you.

I have nothing to do today for the first time in a very long time. It feels really nice. But the sky is completely overcast and it's chilly so no beach for me =( I think I'll probably end up at the tanning salon to soak up some fake sun instead. I really want to go shopping but I really shouldn't. But I probably will anyway =)

I'll be moving sometime at the end of this week and then I'm heading off to norcal for a week and then coming back for a few days before I fly off to Columbus, Ohio, for my cousin Darwin's wedding. (Yes, Ohio, not exactly the dream destination for my last vacation for at least the next six months).

Hopefully I can get more focused on politics once I start working full-time. I'm sick of posting updates on what I did/am doing on a given day.

It's funny, when it comes to politics, no one can say I have no spine. But when it comes to life? I'm a jellyfish.

I have to go on campus to talk to my academic counselor today and I was planning on taking pictures of the beautiful campus on my last day there as a student but it looks like it's going to rain. June gloom isn't supposed to last this long >< It's usually way over by graduation time. Oh well, I guess tomorrow is my last chance so hopefully the weather will be nice. I don't want my last memories of UCLA to look dark and depressing.

My momma is coming down tonight so she can take my sister home tomorrow. That means I must get rid of the bag of empty wine bottles and other remnants of alcoholic beverages in my apartment. Imagine if she saw a whole bag-full of empty wine bottles rather than the measly three bottles she saw last time, then she'd really think I'm in alcoholic (although I still think it's not a big deal to have a glass of wine after work).

Okay. I have a million things to take care of and I'm going to try and go into work for a few hours because my other co-worker is on vacation this week too so I know they're swamped.

When I graduated from high school I asked myself if I could do it all over again, would I? The answer was a definitive: HELL NO. On the eve of my completion of college I ask myself that same question and the answer is...in a heartbeat. I think high school would have turned to shit no matter how many times I had to do it over, but if I could go back to my freshman year of college with all that I know now...For one my GPA would be a lot higher and I'd probably be going straight to grad school instead of making pennies in an attempt to meet someone who can get me into an amazing grad school (via an amazing letter of rec).

Anyway, I should stop procrastinating and go to bed so I can wake up bright and early for one last cram session ><

The ever lovely Julie =) I took down the other picture because she thought her face looked fat from that angle and we both looked a little weird cause of the glaring sun and wind...anyway it's gone now Julie!

The "drum congregation" a bunch of random strangers meet on the beach with their drums and play whatever they want. It's pretty cool to just sit there and listen to all the different drum sounds come together.

And of course what trip to Venice would be complete without a crazy hippy who hates Bush?

I asked him if it'd be okay if I took some pictures and he said please do...little did he know they'd be posted on a pro-Bush website in order to mock him and his silly ways =)

I had a Red Bull about 4 hours ago and my head still hurts >< I should sleep. I have a final tomorrow.

shame
shouldn't try you
couldn't step by you
and open up more shame

what we lost here is something better left alone
second steps have been forgotten
will you tell me how they go?
set yourself, situate, like a fool try again
there's no one around you can remember being good for you

so shame
shouldn't try you
couldn't step by you
and open up more shame

we never thought we'd get so troubled
we could never think that much
it should never get this bad

so let the wind blow ya
across the big floor
but there's no one around who can tell us what we're here for

funny in certain light how we all look the same
and there's no one in life you can remember ever stood for you

so shame
shouldn't try you
couldn't step by you
and open up more shame

- matchbox 20

Truthfully, getting out of LA would be ideal. Lately I've been feeling the need, the desperate desire really, to get the hell away from this place. I wish I could run away to someplace completely new. If only I could afford to meander through Europe for awhile (or forever). Somewhere where I could get lost for awhile and not give a damn because I wasn't looking for anything anyway. Except maybe myself.

I definitely got this from my dad. Wanderlust. I think one of the reasons I'm such a contradiction is because my parents are complete opposites personality-wise and I'm a mixture of both of them. My mom is a very family-oriented, stability-oriented person who means what she says and says what she means and rarely strays from the course she's mapped out for herself. This isn't to say my mom isn't a risk-taker...after 20 years as a computer programmer with Bank of America she left her job to get her masters in family therapy and she just recently started a counseling center out of our church back home. She made that decision to go back to school and she saw it all the way through. This is probably what I admire most about both my mother and my sister, they have this amazing ability to dedicate themselves completely to something. They will never give half of themselves to the things or people or God that they love. So anyway, I'm pretty sure the part of me that craves stability and tradition comes from my mom.

Then there's my dad, who's a completely different story. I know my dad loves us, but the part of me that has this romantic notion of wandering a foreign place alone comes from him and I know that a part of him probably always has one foot mentally out the door. My dad has been interested in a million different things, most recently his music, but before that there was the *insert derogatory adjective* bitch he cheated on my mom with, before that there was the stock market, before that there was his flea-market stand...and so on and so forth. I can be like that a lot too. My mom periodically brings up the fact that she thinks I have ADD. It's funny my mom is totally anti-medication (she is a therapist after all and not a psychiatrist hehe) but the more she gets to know me the more she thinks I need to be medicated for all these psychological disorders.

Neither of my parents are lazy though, so where did that come from? Hm...Oh well, that's beside the point...

So that's why I'm always going in two different directions, can't make up my mind for shit and yet I know exactly what I want too. And that's why I say I want stability but I wish I could run away from what's shaping up to be a "stable" life right here in Los Angeles. I want an unstable stability. My dad has a lot of romantic notions of how life should be. And I think I got 'em all.

In junior high school me, Helen, Grace and Lian used to make all these lists of qualities we'd want in a guy. One time we even drew a composite of Lian's perfect guy and named him and everything (Julian Chen...or was it Julien?). Anyway, I started to think a few weeks ago that maybe I'd have a better idea of what I'm actually looking for in a boy if I started a list of qualities my ideal guy would have. So there's the beginning of my list. I'm sure it'll get a lot longer. Obviously I don't expect to find someone who matches perfectly, heck I'd be happy with 51% =) I've had some unpleasant experiences with relationships, usually because I get used and taken for granted, so sadly my expectations are rather low.

When President Reagan first took office I wasn't even a fetus yet. When I was young, I had no idea, no concept of what a great man he was. The Cold War was this vague distant idea to me because by the time I was old enough to be afraid of the end of the world, the Cold War was over. And I never knew who to thank for that, I never knew there was something to be thankful for, until I started studying history on my own, away from the biases of my liberal high school teachers.

I remember watching this interview on FoxNews with Michael Reagan awhile back, around the time Miracle came out, and Mr. Reagan was asked what he thought President Reagan would feel was his own proudest achievement. Mr. Reagan responded by beginning to talk about Miracle and how in that movie (set in 1980) you can really see how America was discouraged and down on itself at that time...the Soviets were winning, the liberals in our own country were busy convincing everyone maybe the commies weren't so bad after all (they only killed twenty plus million of their own people)...we lost our sense of right and wrong and the belief that we were on the side of "good." Americans had lost their faith in America. Then President Reagan took office and he told Americans that the Soviets were the "evil empire," that we were fighting the good fight...he restored our belief in ourselves. And that is what Michael Reagan thought his father was most proud of.

I'm not sure what else to say. But, I guess because of the Alzheimer's, this was for the best. At least now he's in Heaven. I just wanted to finally say thanks I guess.

UPDATE: I found this quote on Serenity's Journal...

"What I'd really like to do is go down in history as the President who made Americans believe in themselves again."

So I guess Michael Reagan wasn't just guessing hehe.

I've been sleeping a lot lately. I didn't get anything done this week that I needed to. And I have to go to work now. Hopefully this will be a more productive (or at least entertaining) weekend. P and I are supposed to go watch the third Harry Potter movie, yay! =)

I'm sure anyone who knows me "in real life" is amazed to see me out with a group of girls. Strange I know...Joyce finally found some female friends =o That's Thelma, Julie and Sabrina at the bottom and myself and Cathy up top (respectively).

Me, Thelma, Julie (getting drunker by the moment)

Guess who were the most drunk that night =)

Myself and my best friend at UCLA, Jesse.

Upstairs at the Standard (the rest of these were taken in the lobby by the way).

Julie, Sabrina, myself...we were "running" into the "trees." Yes, alcohol played a large role in the taking of this picture hehe.

I won't even bother explaining this one.

That's all for now, I have class in half an hour ><