"The Toll Roads....What's stopping you?"

Um... the toll? =\

yay, workshop was good. Good seeing Shirley again. =) "why aren't you guys playing for us?" aaaaaaaaaghhhh =P

on a different note, different person.... "the biggest sin we commit, is being born in this world.." hmm.

"Isn't Faulkner such a little shit? He is, he is." - my english teacher on As I Lay Dying

Yaaay, thank yous to everyone who talked to me yesterday; ya'll made me feel spooshal. =) Also, thanks to all my friends who've been really really great and supportive through the other things... it's wonderful to have friends i can count on. I owe.

Two new links on the side... Neil's (Los Al Batmaan) Xanga Blog and Shirley's (yay... thanks for all your help... although our conversations are infrequent and far apart, you're always watching out for me... thanks so much =) Xanga Blog.

Dad: Apriiiil, what would you do if you dad weren't so crazy, hmmmmmm? =P
Me: Maybe I'd be sane...

Wha? There are Kodomo no Omocha, Marmalade Boy, and Love Hina mangas available at my local bookstores? His and Her Circumstances DVDs too? What is the world coming to?!

For all ye Angels fans...

BURY BONDS! (barry bites.)

My social psychology class is trying to see if they can get the slogan "Bury Bonds!" to catch on. My soc. teacher, an avid angels fan, Fun times. Anyway, help us out by carrying along the slogan... please? Barry Bonds is really narcissitic and arrogant; he believes he carries the Giants.

Mitch Miller on George Gershwin's music: "Keep it simple, keep it sexy, keep it sad."
-- heard on KUSC, 91.5

Yay, a little story. My grandma has a male cat back home in the Philippines. Yes. Wooow. Anyway, one day, the cat came home with a little kitty, the runt of its litter, in its mouth, stolen from who knows where... my grandma and her help thought that her cat would eat the little kitty, so they let him carry the tiny babe to the corner of their back yard and do whatever it was he intended to do. It turns out that my grandma's cat started caring for the newborn (whose eyes were still wet, by the way), keeping it warm, protecting it, even letting it ....um.... there's no way i can put this delicately, so... suck on his nipple. Currently, both kitties are living happily, if not strangely, keeping each other company.

Sorry, I'm a horrible story teller.

I hate when I hear music in my head right before I fall asleep and i have neither the talent nor drive to write it down. ( Sami, that was dun =P Something else was dun too... eh, oh well, i don't remember what it is. )

"why did you paint every fingernail a different color?" "because i'm still a child"

I just realized something really saddening... now that i've quit piano, i can't play a piece solely for someone else... no more performances, formal or informal. Not that it's any great loss... i'm nearly 18 and i'm still playing intermediate pieces. ah well. on to other things for now, i'll come back to this later? hopefully.

it's amazing how much i've deteriorated in such a short time... playing duets with my brother is now harder than it used to be.

Oh, right, maybe it's a good thing i may not be around for most of my step-sibling's life... i'm such a crappy sister... =P No, really... I do such mean things to andrew... i dunno how he puts up with me... I antagonize him for my own amusement (and he thinks i'm serious), I'm especially sarcastic towards him because he hates it, i interrupt him (because it particularly annoys him), i yell for no reason (just to piss him off), i can create hysteria while he's working (i did that once when his contact became stuck in his eye.... now he won't wear contacts... i don't know whether those two facts are correlated, but i'm blaming myself anyway), i insult him when i'm angry (someone remind me to tell him that i'm not serious when i say things; he oftentimes takes me seriously when i'm not, and blows me off when i'm being serious), i'm messy, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. I'm sure the list of grievances against myself against my brother goes on and on, but thinking about it makes me want to smack myself in the head harder than i just have. Whoooooops, i forgot why i was up... test today. >.<, ha.

Yay, my uncle came and visited today =) He's having problems at home and is going to be coming here 'bout every week or so. With my grandma home, my step-mom around, seka's continuous calls, sean's random calls, the continual mention of my aunts', and my uncle's frequent visits, I'm getting a stronger sense of family...it's great! =D
I'm so lucky...

Hum... I was listening to my dad and my uncle talk things over and i, again, came to the conclusion that HUMANS ARE CRUEL. And i wonder if this works... i am cruel, therefore, i'm human? nah, that doesn't work. does it?

On a different note (yea?), I think the reason the new-child thing is so shocking to me is because my dad was continually insulting her and talking about sending my step-mom back to the Philippines. Of course, that's out of the question now. =)

today i found out that my step-mom will be two months pregnant on September 30th.

wow. hummm.... i'm all mixed-feeling-ed.... having a new little brother/sister when i'm already 18... strange. I'd like the situation much better if my brother and I weren't possibly leaving in a couple years; I don't like the idea of being the big sister younger sibling never sees, hardly knows, and never is around. How can I be supportive if I'm not living in the same house (supportive in my idea of immediate family)? Although I doubt that I will be as close to my step-sibling as my brother (practically every day is a day of bonding), I'd like to be around for his/her childhood.

Sigh, blah, perhaps I'm being selfish. I want to be a part of too many peoples' lives. I don't know if I even have the capability to care for so many people; I wonder if there is a limit to the amount (quantity and intensity) of love a person can give. With myself, i wouldn't be surprised. With some others, i would be shocked. Hum. I suppose time would be one of the greater restrictions... there seems to be a limited amount of time I want to donate to people before wanting to be by myself.

I don't know. Maybe I'm jealous that my brother and i won't be my dad's little ones any more. Maybe I'm pre-assuming too much responsibility. If I worry over her/him as much as i worry over andrew, i'm going to worry myself to death, considering andrew doesn't do much to worry anyone and I'm still worry wart-ing. Andrew obviously takes better care of himself than i do of myself, but still... i can't help it...

I wonder how this child is going to grow up, virtually an only child (i mean, no peer consistantly around to relate to) and father already 54. I want to stay and help my parents out for the next 17 years, but, simultaneously, I'd love to be away. Crazy.

whee, another for me
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: String Quartet #14 in G K 387

Claude Debussy: String Quartet in g Op 10

note to self: in the fairy hills?

heard on 91.5, as an introduction to a Haydn symphony

some stories are too good to be true, but this one is completely real. The audience rushes up to a composer in order to congratulate him on his work, and a great chandelier comes crashing down where the audience was previously sitting.... This isn't the symphony [that the story correlates to], but... who cares. Haydn's Miracle Symphony.

hahahahaha, that still cracks me up.
'course, not word for word... my memory is horrible (to which Steve can attest).

one of my best friends just told me that he/she has cancer.

my aunt, who is not, by any means, rich, just had a liposuction... yes, she does have a child to send through college in 5 years or so.

my good friend is moving away, and he's hating the hell out of it.

I'm wrestling with my own stupid emotions.

today isn't the best of days.

The Path to Obesity... is a swift yet tireless one. Yes, there are some sacrifices to be made, i.e. joints, some relationships, running, underwear, etc. etc. However, once you look past those petty sacrifices, you will find a path to greatness!

WHAT??!?!, you say?

If you are giving obesity, you are a heartless bastard pawning sweet and cholesterol-full temptations baked by the devil. If you are receiving obesity, you are most obviously a victim and ought to be pitied and cherished by mankind. Therefore, the less horrible of mankind, in its hypocritical loving way, will ostracize those who ostracize you and "cherish" you in hopes of ridding you of your "eating disorder." Fortunately for you, this causes more intake of food, making for a greater step in the path to obesity.
If you give and receive obesity, you are a most cherished bastard.

... I have not a CLUE what i'm talking about.

censored: you tard
AprilMaieOktovar: GIANT TARD
censored: OBESE
AprilMaieOktovar: I'M A FREAKIN GIANT FREAK OF NATURE
censored: GOOD LORD
censored: GO EAT SOME KASHI
AprilMaieOktovar: WHY HAS THE GOOD LORD MADE ME?
AprilMaieOktovar: IF IT IS NOT TO EAT KASHI?
censored: YOU ATE HIM
AprilMaieOktovar: OH MY GOD
AprilMaieOktovar: HOLY CRAP!!
censored: LITERALLY.
AprilMaieOktovar: I MUST PRAY TO MY TOILET
censored: PRAY TO YOUR STOMACH AND YOUR OBESITY
censored: YOU.. YOU... GOD EATER!
( to spare the ...pride?--wait, no, GIGANTIC EGO (yes, yes, i kid) of the other 'tard in the conversation, his/her/its name has been...well, duh.)

this conversation was brought to you by samin's camping word of the day: obese. OBESE! it's a way of living. ::nudge nudge:: yes, khushi and i have perfected the art of living as OBESE people. amaze (stolen from kevin hsu).

...so, when do i getta visit the mental institution?