First off, why is there salsa in a Popcorn Factory tin?

So I sort of feel like a dick, but at least I was justified.

Today I received a tin full of goodies from The Popcorn Factory from my parents as a birthday present. As soon as I opened it, I smelt something pungent, which turned out to be salsa that had opened during shipping and spilled. Most of the contents of the tin had some of the salsa juice on it, and there was a tiny puddle at the bottom of the tin. I took everything out and rinsed it off in the water. I figured the packages were water proof, so hopefully the popcorn and whathaveyou would be fine. I also cleaned the tin itself.

It really wasn't a big deal, but I figured that since I wasn't, you know, entirely satisfied with the product, that I might as well see if I could get compensated for that.

And so now a replacement order is being shipped to me. Which I'm happy about, obviously, but still feel kind of bad, since I guess I guess it was only the outside of the packages that were ruined.

I don't know. Why do I feel guilty?

Pre-Birthday Palooza

I woke up this morning in a haze, and it took me a couple hours to become a real person. I finished the two pieces of homework that are due tomorrow, and then avoided studying by organizing my desk. And straigtening things up in general. I like things being neat.

I keep forgetting that today is Thursday. Today is not the weekend. I have class tomorrow.

I also keep forgetting that tomorrow is my birthday. I mean, I'm aware that my birthday is soon, but I keep forgetting that it is TOMORROW. I think it's because Amanda is going to be gone this weekend, and so we're officially celebrating our birthdays NEXT weekend. Birthday Palooza is about to be so much fun. [Side note: My browser is telling me that "Palooza" is spelled wrong. Among other possible spelling corrections, it suggests "Appaloosa." Win.] So my brain thinks that my birthday is in a week.

Anyhow, I'm now gonna continue avoiding any real work.

I hate the acceleration due to gravity.

Hey blog,

I forgot to post yesterday. I was tired.

I took my physics midterm yesterday, which I think I actually did fairly well on. This quarter might be hard, but I think I'll have an advantage from the get-go. Woohoo.

So today I had another upper-case "t" Thought. I don't remember what it is now, though. I really have no energy to write this post because I just spent the last, like, seven hours working on a lab report. For physics lab. That is worth two units. TWO.

On a side note, I wish my fish over there --------------->
would get fatter the more you feed them.

So I'm going to go now and do nothing and wait for my friends to finish THEIR lab reports so we can hopefully watch Glee.

OKAY BAI.

Whatever will be will be.

I have my physics midterm tomorrow. I've decided that getting worked up and stressed over it is stupid and silly, so I'm not going to let myself.

Goodnight.

A thought.

I don't think we every grow up.

What I mean to say is, I don't think that whatever feelings and emotions we feel when we're five is any less present than when we're fifteen or fifty. It's more of a matter of how we deal with them. How we react, or don't react. And it all boils down to pretty basic wants and desires, masquerading in the worries of the phases of our life.

Today I realized I was feeling emotions that were akin to the very best of middle school angst, which surprised me because one, I'm in college, and two, I understand that it's nothing to make a big deal over, even though it might bother me from time to time. Which led me to believe that maybe these feeling never go away, they just transform and grow right along with you, subtly residing in back of your brain. So everybody has these feelings, at every age. And although time teaches you how to better confront these feelings, they never truly disappear. Or at least, there is always a chance they can come back.

I'm not really sure where this post is going, I just wanted to get this thought out there before I forgot it.

Samoas?

Hey world. (here I am)

I was the first to wake up with morning, and boy was it bright outside. I'd left the curtains open the night before, and it was SO BRIGHT. I went to class, last-minute studied, took a midterm (it went pretty well, we'll see what the average is), and then spent most of physics trying to remember how to make a cootie-catcher. I failed and just made a crane instead.

Then I came back to my room and booked my flight home. I'm coming home for Lucky Stiff, and also because I can't go the whole quarter without going home. I'll need a break from school.

Then I had a nice hour and something minute video chat with Alex, which was nice. It was like we were hanging out. Sorta.

Fast forward to now. I just came back from Cafe 1919, where I had some gelatto and bought caramel delights off of a friend. All my life they've been known as caramel delights, so that's what I'm gonna call them.

Tonight we're probably going to head over to Santa Monica. Should be fun. This weekend will be full of cramming for the physics midterm. So excited for it to be over.

Blah.

So in retrospect I probably should have studied more today for math considering that I have a midterm tomorrow, but I just don't know what happens with all my free time. For some reason I'm the least productive when I have the most time. This is paradoxical and frustrating.

And my hatred of physics returns. It's not so much a hate of the physics itself. I actually am interested in physics. If my school offered an acoustic engineering major, I probably would have been it. I love the physics of sound, the science behind music, and all that jazz. But I just don't want to do the math. I don't want to have midterms. I don't want to study. JFKSFLSDJF.

I'm just being lazy. But sometimes I wish I didn't have to be here.

COFFEE

I'm pretty jittery right now, but that's because I just had one and a half cups of coffee. It's almost 11, and while I haven't really been THAT productive today, I did just study for about an hour, so I'm going to call it a day. The reason for my lack of productivity (besides normal things like Facebook) is because I had lab to go to, and then I checked out the music practice rooms in Sproul with Amanda. And I still haven't studied Physics. So. Screwed.

I AM TYPING SO FAST RIGHT NOW GUYS.

So tomorrow I am skipping my one class so that I can wake up and study. Exciting. Midterms are upon us. OH YAY!

By the way, I have a formspring. Nobody has asked me question recently. Just putting that out there.

An infinite loop.

Dear you:

I didn't post yesterday. I'M SORRY. Yesterday wasn't very exciting. I went to class. I went to office hours that didn't help much. I exercised, ate dinner, and did some homework. Then we watched a new episode of The Big Bang Theory and the last episode of Glee so as to prepare for tonight's new episode. And then I went to bed.

THRILLING.

Today was pretty much the same, but shuffle that order around a bit. We'll probably watch something (hopefully tonight's episode of Glee if it's posted anywhere) and then I'll go to bed. This is pretty much my daily schedule here at UCLA. But sometimes I sprinkle in random funtimes.

Throughout the day I have random thoughts that I think would be good to write about. But then I forget them. In the shower today I was wondering when the week started. On a standard calendar, the first day in the week is Sunday. But to me, Monday feels like the first day of the week, and Sunday feels like the end. Which got me thinking about what the "end of the week" means. Does it mean the end of the work/school week? Or the weekend? But can't any day be the beginning of the week, depending on your perspective? All weeks are basically an infinite loop, a never-ending cycle. So what we're talking about here is convention as opposed to what actually makes sense.

These are the trivial things I think about.

Yesterday was more exciting than today.

So I promised today's post would be more exciting, and I'll have to warn you that it probably isn't.

Yesterday, instead of doing homework or studying or anything productive, Jessye, Storm, Kevin and I went to the mall. Our first stop was Guitar Center, which was ridiculously huge and filled with a shit ton of instruments. Although I'm not so much a fan of their corporate nature, I did appreciate the variety of selection. I was a little amazed that I was only able to find two ukuleles in their entire store, though.

Anyways, when I had bored the other three long enough, we went across the street to the real mall, browsing shops, including a stop to the puppy store. Adorable! We hung out/had dinner in the food court, which had this new-age-jukebox kind of thing, where you could text a number a code for a certain song, and it would play the music video on screens across the food court. So we subjected the entire food court to watch Britney Spears' Hit Me Baby One More Time. And Sk8er Boi.

Then we headed over the movie theater to see Date Night. WEIRDEST MOVIE THEATER EVER. It had ASSIGNED seating, purple-lit bathrooms, a vortex-hallway, and leather seats. The movie itself was funny, even though we did have to watch it from the second row.

Today consisted of not much. I tried to do homework. And I tried to study. Mostly failed in those endeavors though. I have a Physics midterm a week from tomorrow that I'm bound to do average on. Hopefully average.

ANYWAYS.

I just realized that Ben Folds is going to be in LA on two dates in May, and I can't go to either one. I was planning to go Wednesday night, but I forgot that I have Physics lab on Wednesday nights. And I can't go Thursday because I have a midterm the next day. So booo.

Oh, and I got accepted to engineering. Sort of. It's complicated.

You are the best thing about this place.

^The harmony on that line in Legally Blonde is GORGEOUS.

So last night was fun. And interesting. Let's just leave it at that.

So right now I'm taking a tour of my iTunes, realizing how much I missed listening to musicals. I LOVE MUSICALS. I LOVE NORBERT LEO BUTZ.

I'm all kinds of disjointed right now, but I don't know if I'll have time to blog later. So sorry for this skimpy post. I'll try to make tomorrow' more interesting.

I am so much better than befooooooooooooooooooore.

So Legally Blonde has been stuck in my head slash on repeat on my iPod, so now I'm watching Legally Blonde: Searching for the next Elle Woods on MTV's website.

But there's only so much belting I can listen to in a row. And some of these songs are hard to sing, and I couldn't hold out that high note for that long. However, the musical is SO GOOD and I just want to sing and dance and be happy. I'd rather watch the taped version of the stage musical, but this TV show is the first thing I came upon.

It's really hard to concentrate on writing a blog. So see you tomorrow.


UPDATE: I am now watching the stage production on Google Video. SO. MUCH. BETTER.

I have a hard time coming up with titles for these things.

Today was the first time that I told a hairdresser to cut my hair and she didn't cut it enough. Usually when I ask for a couple inches off, it always turns out to be way shorter than I anticipated. Today Jessye, Amanda, and I ventured into Westwood because Amanda needed to buy a birthday card and Jessye and I wanted to get our hair cut. So we just went into a random salon that offered a $15 haircut, and I told the woman who was assigned to me that I wanted 3 inches off with layers. And she basically told me that longer was better and didn't layer the back because it would look better. I didn't say anything after she was done, even though I should have in retrospect. I think I wanted shoulder-length hair, and all I got was a trim. Oh well. I guess I can chop it all off later sometime in the future if I really want to. But the ends of my hair feel so soft and healthy now, so I'm not too unhappy. Boy, did I need a haircut.

Today has been a pretty wonderful day because I got to sleep in (no class!) until 11, and have lunch at Cafe 1919. Delicious! It was also nice and sunny and FINALLY warm, so I got to wear my new shorts. My legs are so, so white. I am so, so white.

I should probably start studying physics now, since I don't understand ANYTHING. There's a cast party tonight, but I don't know if I'm going to go... I feel like I'd just be super awkward, since I'm not besties with anyone in the cast. I mean, I've made friends with people, and I'll talk to them if I see them, but I just haven't made SUPERGOODOMGLETSHANGOUT friends. I think I'd rather stay in the dorms tonight and watch A Very Potter Musical with my friends (if they FINALLY will let me show it to them...). I don't know. We'll see. I have time to figure out what I'm doing.

Tomorrow's going to suck, since I have 4 hours of class, almost back to back. But then it's the weekend! I think we're going to go to the mall and see a movie or something. Should be fun, and a break from studying!

Legally Blonde has been stuck in my head all day.

No! I will not give up! I meant to blog this earlier, or something, but after my 5pm lab, I am back, worked on my lab report, got dinner, and watched The Blind Side. Now the movie is over, and there are only minutes until my midnight deadline! So I blog to you quickly while friends are gathering their stuff, filtering out, and chatting about random nonsense.

TOMORROW I HAVE NO CLASS. Technically, I have a discussion scheduled for tomorrow, but that class has TWO discussions a week, and I've already done this week's homework. SO I AM GOING TO SLEEP IN. And it's going to be wonderful.

So lab today kind of sucked because the TA was like, "And now we take the partial derivative of this equation, blah blah blah." AND I HAVE NEVER DONE PARTIAL DERIVATIVES. ACK! And apparently I was the only one who didn't know how to do them. So I felt stupid. To make matter worse, in Physics lecture today, Corbin started talking about partial derivatives as well. WHY ARE THEY ASSUMING I KNOW THESE THINGS WHEN I DON'T?! ESPECIALLY WHEN MATH 32A IS NOT A PRE-REQ FOR THIS CLASS?!

Ahhhhh. Partial derivatives aren't hard, but it still made me feel stupid, or behind in math or something.

I really don't want this whole blogging thing to become a chore I have to squeeze in random places. I really do want to write everyday, but sometimes I'm crunched for time. And because I want the post to actually say Wednesday, April 7 I have to post before midnight, even though I'll probably be up for at least another hour or two. Oh well.

Well I have to pee/take a shower/spend way to long on the internet, so I'm off for now.

Why are all physicists crazy?

Hello World, here's to keeping up promises!

I only blog to you now because it's currently my off hour, and I either can't or don't want to do my homework. So I'm sitting in outside in glorious weather (albeit a little warm for my taste; I prefer the shade, but people in SoCal LOVE the freaking sun) outside of Kerchoff, my favorite building on campus. Amanda and I just came back from Corbin's office hours, and I'm still completely lost in Physics. It seems you have to go to ALL his office hours to be even a little competent, and that's STILL not enough. Oh well. Piles and Piles of studying await me tonight.

It's so weird not having rehearsal every day. It feels like I didn't even go to school last week because I spent 10 hours at the theater EVERY day after class. And that's not even an exaggeration. My class got out at 2, I walked over to Royce, and stayed there until past midnight.

I am excited to have more time, though. Okay, so the sun is making my little black keys on this keyboard very VERY warm and I have nothing further to say, so I'll see you tomorrow.

BEDA?

I think I'm going to try to get into the habit of writing every day. In the internet world, April is the month of blogging everyday, otherwise known as Blog Every Day April (BEDA). I've always thought blogging is an excellent way to improve writing skills as well as a good outlet for thoughts and junk like that. So let's give it a go, shall we?

I'm currently a little distracted right now, though, because right now Jessye and I are watching Step Up. I finished my math homework, can't start my computing homework, and don't want to do physics because it's already seven at night and I'm not in the mood. I've declared tomorrow physics day. It's going to be intense.

So far this movie is depressing. These guys broke into a performing arts school, trashed the place, and now we get to see the crappy life the main character leads. I know it gets better and there's dancing and all, but right now it's not cheery at all.

Now he's walking down and people are just walking down the hallways singing harmony and playing violin at each other. Yep, this is real life.

I have nothing else to say. Hopefully you'll see me tomorrow.

Sunday Night Ramblings.

I think this is one of those nights in which I would turn my computer off, turn off the lights in my room, open the curtains, and sit on my bed with an instrument in only the glow of the moon. Or if it wasn't cold outside, go sit on my driveway. Last year I felt disconnected with Wilcox and with school, so more often than not I would be done with rehearsal, homework, and other obligations by dinner time. Come 9 o'clock at night, I was beyond bored, having grown tired of television and the internet. Too early to go to bed, I would pass the time with an instrument on my bed, looking out the window. Or on the driveway.

Certainly, one of the things I miss about home is my driveway. Simple things I never thought I miss. I miss having a couch.

And tonight is one of those nights I wish I could just be alone. I'm not tired, and don't feel like sleeping. I woke up at 2 in the afternoon today, after getting back to my room at 5 in the morning (due to a performance of DRS, strike, and a visit to Denny's), so I guess it's my own fault for not being sleepy. But I don't have class for another 11 hours! So if this were last year, I would know what to do with myself. This weekend both of my roommates were gone, and I had the room to myself, although I didn't get to enjoy it that much. I was gone all of Saturday, and only came back to the room to drop my stuff of at 2 in the morning, and to pass out at 5. By the time I woke up today, both roommates were back. Oh well.

And now I have to get back into the swing of things. Already I'm behind, and I've only been in school a week. Since returning to UCLA on Sunday after Spring Break, my whole life has revolved around Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. Although I pretty much know what's going on in Math and Computing, I'm so extremely lost in Physics. The class is hard, and the professor is hard. I'm going to office hours on Tuesday. And I need to start reading and doing practice problems. Performing this last weekend has made me miss theater and miss being on stage, and for a split second I considered auditioning for other various theater things. But I just don't have the time or energy to juggle theater and school. I could in high school, but this an entirely different ball-game. I'm hoping I can play music more often this quarter, and get some creative outlet that way.

I'm not really sure where this is going or if I had a point, I'm just kind of bored on a Sunday night at 11:06 pm. I guess I'm kind of homesick too. A lot of people at UCLA are from Southern California, and have the luxury of living nearby. They can go home easily, or their family and friends can drive up and visit them. I'm starting to feel disconnected from everything.

In other news, I really want to cut my hair. After this weekend of torturing it (curling it, brushing it out, french braid, curling, repeat) I think it needs to get some healthy treatment.