Monday, January 28, 2002

::yawn:: got a LOT of work done on my Chopin etude Op. 12, No.6 todaaaay. ^_^ My dad really helped me improve it; it sounds 10x better. Ei, I'm so happy =D
Formal was interesting, that's for sure. =) I saw VIIIIICKYYYY, who I haven't seen in a while, as well as Chris Aguilar and Courtney. I haven't seen Chris in such a long time; I haven't kept in touch with any of my friends who've stuck with OCHSA. Ack, lazy lazy me.

Friday, January 25, 2002

I've finally figured out what my "breakdowns" are. When I am so infused with anger, sadness, and hate, I become useless, capable only of crying uncontrollably or destroying random things. Lucky for me, I caught mine right before it reached threshold stimulus and ate it away with Chex cereal and soy bean milk. I gorged myself knowing I was eating only because I wanted to drown my sorrows in a bowl of pleasure, the food being pleasure. Theeeen I washed away any remnants of angry feelings with music.

Friday's lecture at UCI was quite interesting. One of the female speakers, in response to the speech given by Aridjis, told a story about orange groves and orange orchards. She was in Spain with her husband, driving through some orange trees which were in full blossom, when she started crying uncontrollably, thinking of her mother. It turns out, when she was very very very young, her late mother had an orchard at home, planted with orange trees. She had subconsciously remembered her past. I found this story irrelevant to Aridjis's amazing speech about his environmental actions against the government, thinking groves to be forced upon the earth, but my father set me straight. I'd forgotten there were no pesticides at the time, no CFCs destroying what they were supposed to be protecting. Thought that was interesting.

Wednesday, January 23, 2002

I think I'm addicted to my dreams; thinking about my dreams or daydreaming is what I do 80% of the time.
Yay, Wave 1 of finals is over! ^_^ Wooohoo =D Only one more wave to go!

Aaaack, some of the AQT members aren't showing up cuz they can't find Mr. Coggi's room. Whoops =P

Monday, January 21, 2002

I've realized that I'm nothing compared to what I could be. I could be a really great pianist if I only worked two more hours a day. That's it. Just two more measly hours a day and I could be 7 times better than I am now. Yet, I still allow myself to be distracted by petty things like comics and things that are shiny... There's so much I should be doing instead of what I'm doing. I fear my dreams will never take flight; I'm too busy sifting through the ground.

::sigh:: there are so many shiny things on the web...

Monday, January 14, 2002

Linda's party was fun fun ^_^ thanks, linda!

Two new new year's resolutions:
1. Know my capabilities and limitations.
2. Stop hitting Brendan!

Thursday, January 10, 2002


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Life is fairly pointless to for me. It's a constant cycle of getting captured by Bowser, getting rescued by men who lust after me either due to my looks or wealth, and baking cakes. Any involvement I have in a game is fairly limited. I reinforce the bad stereotype that women are helpless beings. I am made of sugar and spice and everything nice, yet incapable of inteligent thought. Such is the life of Peach.

I am a hip critter. I showed up fasionably late with Super Mario World and have started launching your own career since then. In maybe 10-15 years, my popularity will rival Mario's. Not that I'm competing with him. He's my bud. I'm good at getting and keeping friends, and they value me for that. After all, who else would carry them on their back through ice, fire, and rain? Sometimes I think I'm taken for granted, but I know that my friends have my back. Of course they do. Who would screw over Yoshi?

What Super Mario Bros character are you?

yaaaay, yoshi

Tuesday, January 08, 2002

OMgosh, I think I've found my true calling while doing my physics homework. I know what I want to do with my life! It's nothing completely outstanding or wonderful, but it allows me to deal with my contrasting ideals and wants. Cool ^_^ Aaaaaaaaaack, I hafta find a bunch of new colleges to apply for in order to pursue my calling blehghegh
A shadow plagues my heart, heavy as stone
Purpose unclear, origin unknown;
Sweet face and silent features,
All women are truely vile creatures.

- something from somewhere. it pretty much sums up what's running around in my mind, circling like a beheaded chicken

::sigh:: life sucks. I know I'm going to end up at a college where the people around me aren't of a high caliber of thought, considering the colleges to which I applied. The company will probably result in some lack in intellectual improvement, promising a dull and tedious life of mechanical work. Blegh, ah well, I probably need the time to mature.

The worst thing about going back to school is the lame comments about how ready and willing we should be to study for finals. "You're rested up, aren't you? Aren't you?" Yea, sure.

New Year's Resolution: Be less silly.

Saturday, January 05, 2002

Greaaaat. I managed to randomly pick a poem about a god and sex. Whyyyyyyyyyyyy, why couldn't Jennifer have gotten this poem instead of me?!
Me play Chopin. Me feel better.
I don't belong here.

I feel uncomfortable talking with just about anybody, excluding Seka, Andrew, and Sarah. My response? Leave. No need to stay where I don't belong. The only places I do belong would be in front of a piano, in a library, by a tree, and in my room. Oh, and watching anime. Some life I'll have, hm. =) Ah well.

Friday, January 04, 2002

Mom (upon parting): Be nice to everybody, but don't be too much nice!

Ha. I wonder if that's her philosophy.
I just realized Linda's party is in the middle of the MUN conference, so I won't be able to go. =(

Colin's party was a nice way to to unwind (no sexual inferences meant, although strip poker would have been more interesting). Funny people, great host, interesting movie, but so little time...ah well.

oooh, powerpuff girls are on

Thursday, January 03, 2002

Perhaps hell is believing you've died unwanted, unloved, not mourned, and forgotten.

Tuesday, January 01, 2002

I give up, blogger's being mean to me. =P

Another day, another year, another time; all the same.