Based on your input, you show definite strengths in the following areas of intelligence: Musical/Rhythmic

Verbal, Logical/Mathematical, Visual/Spatial, Intrapersonal Intelligence
You use [above intelligences] with some comfort and ease.You could take or leave the application or use of this intelligence.While you accept it, you do not embrace it.Gaining expertise in this intelligence would be satisfying, but would require considerable effort.

Musical/Rhythmic Intelligence
You prefer Musical/Rhythmic intelligence, using it with comfort and ease. Given an opportunity, you will usually select it.Becoming an expert should be rewarding and fulfilling, and will require little effort.

Bodily/Kinesthetic Intelligence, Interpersonal Intelligence
[Above Intelligences are] not one of your favorites.You will probably go out of your way to avoid situations where you must exercise this intelligence.Gaining expertise in this intelligence might be frustrating, and would require great effort.

Did anyone notice that the new service providers for envy oh-so-kindly let us retrieve our files? So yes, the rest of my page is back...sort of. If you click any of the links you'll see what I mean by "sort of".

I actually feel that I have quite a bit to say right now, but I don't know. I feel pressed for time. I procrastinate anyway. Bah.

HTML, naturally =D

I'm in the library waiting for Apes to get a sub again, so I may as well give you a nice update on my life. So kick back with your bottled Starbucks frap and prepare for a nice, long, boring read.

And suddenly, I can't seem to remember what the heck it is that I've been doing these past few days. Go figure.

Well, I do remember going to the library yesterday. Like a moron I had forgotten to bring my math homework and answer manual (although I did manage to remember to bring my mathbook and notes) so I spent most of my time working on my program. Java can...ugh. I'm getting headachy just thinking about it. The thing is, I understand the program while I'm reading it, but I can't write it. Dammit...damn me to java hell. Well, I suppose it works that ways in all languages, not just programming languages. Ha. Well, anyway we left the library at closing. There was this huge awesome ring around the moon (must be that deadly combo of UCI cigarette smoke and cell phone radiation) that just rocked the socks. Then P started telling me about all this supernatural stuff like being paralyzed for a few minutes or so upon waking up and about a ghost that shows up on streets looking for a ride. Kooky stuff.

There are three guys in my dorm who are on a meatless diet. One is actually doing it because of a diet. One is doing it for lent, but he still eats fish (reasonable) and the last guy, Dirty D, is trying to prove to him that fish does indeed count as meat so he's going on a meatless and fishless diet and is consequently suffering withdrawal. Highly amusing.

Ughhhh I've got an essay due on Friday and a lab exam next Tuesday. The lab exam was supposed to be tomorrow but it got moved. I was doing a little victory dance in my head when I found out and I may have let out a joyous exclamation or two in the middle of lecture every time I reminded myself of my good fortune.

I am rather hungry right now. I had cookies back at the dorm. Keeblers Grasshoppers or something like that. They taste like Girl Scout cookies...thin mints. Now that's quality stuff.

I was doing my math out in the common area when DJ came in and sat down on the couch with his guitar and just started playing/practicing. "Noodleing" I suppose. It wasn't a distraction, and I think I actually worked better when he was playing. Now only if had a guitarist on hand every day.

Your little sister didn't want to put her shoes on?!

It wasn't my fault!

I never said it was your fault.

But you're looking at me

Well you're the only one with a broken foot in here...

But that wasn't my fault!

Then whose fault is it?

The school's fault!

And why is it the school's fault?

Because they gave us the day off on Monday!

Oh I see...and if you didn't have the day off you wouldn't have played football.

Yeah, I wouldn't have been playing. I would have been in school--learning.

I was looking at my knee after I got out of the shower. I have a scar there that I had almost forgotten about. I got it in eighth grade during PE. We were playing basketball, and I lunged for the ball and the girl who was blocking me sorta put her leg out in front of me when she was trying to block me. I tripped and landed on my knee. It wasn't like a scrape or anything--I landed straight down on my knee. I must have landed on a rock or something because it wound up being more like a hole in my knee. I looked at it right after I fell--before all the blood came--and I could see the layers of tissue under the skin around the edges of the hole in my knee. It was grossly fascinating. And then everything got all bloody. Oh well.

Old fart (onara onara) turned 19 today =D Hope you have a good one.

I"M STARVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was the Ape typing. She is bored and she is starving. Okay someone was just looking at me when I was typing. I think I type kind of loud. Funny, this keyboard is called a Dell Quietkey. Ha. Ha. Ha.

I'm not as hungry as I am tired. I think I'm going to need some black coffee or something when we go get dinner. Hm. Aiights aiights. I really don't have anything amusing to type (not that I ever do) I'm just killing time.

You know when I stop typing everything gets astonishingly quiet in here. My goodness. What are people doing in here? They should be working on homework or something, but I think that most of them are just surfing the web. That's why no one else is typing up ten storms and bringing some keyboardy noise into this quiet room. My freakin lord. Anyhow, this is a lot of nonsense and yes I think I'm disturbing the peace. Payce my peoples.

I'm also thankful for the fact that Disney is on the up and up. The stock is almost up to 24...!

Busboy: Is this Sar's plate?

Haha....yes...

Busboy: Did Sar enjoy her meal?

Yes...

My mom and I made okonomiyaki yesterday night. It was the third time I had tried it, the first being at school when my Japanese teacher had made it and the second being at Sar's house. The two previous times had been from scratch. Much, much better than the boxed stuff. They put all this weird crap into the boxed stuff. Well...I guess it tasted okay. I don't know about the sauce though. We bought the bottle because it said "okonomiyaki sauce" on it, but it looked, smelled, and tasted exactly like tonkatsu sauce.

I've more or less got a three day week this week. Three day weekend and no class on Friday...! Oh yes, and no eight-o-clocks this week. I believe I'm happy.

Scratch the happy part...lab exam on Thursday. Blah...I have to go study now.

Dirty D (10:16 PM): why you online
Dirty D (10:17 PM): you should be getting naked on vday
midori (10:18 PM): hahah
midori (10:18 PM): how do you know I'm not?

*I sorta changed the name for Dirty D from something else...figured I'd wind up w/ a lot of porn searches if I left it....=X

A lot of that feeling probably had to do with the hopeless incompleteness of my lab, but some of it probably had to do with valentines day.

Oh yeah, happy valentines. Now back to what I was saying...

In all honesty vday has never really bothered me. I've always thought it was a lot of hype and extremely overrated, but I've never felt quite so...bitter. Or bothered. Maybe it's because before I was surrounded by close friends and stuff like this didn't matter as much. Maybe it's because lately, I've just been feeling dissatisfied with life in general and all of this is giving me more reason to feel dissatisfied. I don't know. Whatever the case, the whole hearts-and-flowers deal has got me thinking...and that's never good. I'm the type of person who gets poisoned by her own thoughts.

I've never needed a relationship, not a romantic one anyway. In fact, I've been rather contemptuous of them. It's only recently that I've somewhat conceded that they might not be all that horrible, but I still don't think that I need one; I've still got the Singles 4 life! contract pinned up high on my wall, loud and proud. So what is it that's bothering me? I don't know. I don't know much nowadays.

For all of you other singles here are a couple of good articles that I ran across on IIstix.

And to all of you who are happily coupled up...hope you have a great Valentine's day.

ArrayList the Robot

So anyway, I'm not hungry anymore but I'm tired. There was actually a lot of stuff I wanted to write but I don't really remember what.

You know, time has been passing rather quickly. I can't say I'm happy or content even. Resigned maybe. Yes, I'm resigned to my postition. Better than nothing.

I should quit blogging at night. I can't think.

I can't write, I keep thinking about how tired/hungry I am. I've been very tired/hungry all the time lately. Bleh. I can't stop thinking about how tired/hungry I am! But I will try...I will.

Not working. I'm still tired/hungry. I'll write something...later.

Standing outside of the music building with S and Mr Band President

MBP's phone rings
S: Ooooh booty call!
MBP shakes head
S: Ahahah right it's probably a booty call! Or his mom.
MBP: It's probably my mom.
S: Or a booty call.
Me: Or maybe it's both.
S gets a shocked expression on her face
S: Ohhh no no no I can't believe you just said that.
Silence while MBP checks phone. MBP looks at phone and just puts it back into his pocket.
Me: He's not saying anything.
S: He can't believe you just said that either.

For some reason adequate sleep is not enough. I was getting feverish sensations during practice. Maybe it was the kooky sounds. Hm. Anyhow, time for bed. I think...I might actually make it to breakfast tomorrow morning. Gasp.

"The way you think at night is no good in the morning."
Ernest Hemingway
For Whom the Bell Tolls

Doesn't this look like a quote test? I write the quote, I explain the quote, I give an example from my own experience (sort of). I have been trained (sort of) well.

Goodnight

Taken from Irv's blog (2/25/01)

That was a post I had made during my senior year. I was just coming off of application depression and I suppose I really could have/should have talked to someone about everything that was bothering me. There was a lot of stuff I didn't tell anyone despite the fact that I really wanted to at the time. The problem was, everything always looked more in proportion come morning and I would feel ridiculous for being all melodramatic and whiny the previous night. That shut me up quick. It was easier then than it is now. I really talk too much.

And remember all, 2 is a prime number (I am such a dolt).

Enough of the whining...I did enough of that last night.

Anyway, I've gotta go get my score and go home now...bah.

Wowie! You are Times New Roman! You may set the standard for many things, but you aren't really very interesting and many consider you to be ugly/a waste of space.

Ape and I actually attempted to "play" tennis. We weren't even really playing...more like rallying. If even that. Oh well, at least we match eachother skill-wise. At least I didn't hit it over the fence. That would be a pain. Huh. The grip on my racket is coming off. I need to re-wrap it.

Midterm tomorrow. I'm scared.

I'm so tired I hurt....

I saw the most interesting thing when I was walking back from 21 lecture...there was this sac-like thing suspended at the end of humanities bridge. There was a girl inside, and from the looks of things I think she was naked. Anyhow, she was there being some person's subject for photography. Or something. Yes, that was odd.

I'm tired. Tired like mad. Meh.

I guess I'm not a very jazzy person.

Say NO 2 Sax!

ASL: Anti-Sax League (sorry Ape)

The song I like: "Oops Oh My" by Tweet and Missy por vida....

Theory is when you know something, but it doesn't work
Practice is when something works, but you don't know why
Programmers combine theory and practice:
nothing works and they don't know why.
[ UNKNOWN ]

I was walking back from the computer science building when I heard someone calling my name. It was D. He was taking a break from his lab to go back to his dorm to call his girlfriend because it's his fifteen month today...hahah. Good boy.

I was crossing one of the bridge things on ring road when I spotted one of those ad things. They were looking for SAT tutors for high school kids. Verrry tempting, but they were looking for SAT high scorers and I'm afraid that my score isn't very high by the standards of many...besides I'm guessing that I would need a car to get to wherever. But 15-25 dollars an hour...! *sigh* Woe is me.

Trying to decide whether to eat right now or not. I have rehearsal in less than two hours. Eat or sleep...? I'm guessing I need to sleep more than I need to eat. Bah.

Anyhow, it was a good night yesternight. After Damy dropped me off apres review session Sunflower and Sar picked me up and we went to run some late-night errands and then took a trip to Starbucks. I tried their new mocha cinnamon stuff. It was okay...I think I prefer my tall nonfat caramel macchiato.

We went to the same place we always go to (the white rabbit isn't there anymore) and chatted for a while. Ugh, I was kinda moody and yadda. As usual. We went to Sunflower's house afterward and sat in her room and talked. I miss having them around all the time.

I don't know what it is about Irvine. I've actually put serious thought into transferring but have come to the conclusion that it wouldn't be practical. Besides, where would I go?

I went to see a concert of the brother's this afternoon. They played William Tell. I liked watching the whole violin section--their bowing was synchronous. Everything was in sync. Quite amazing. They "ebbed and flowed" simultaneously. Mark of a good orchestra. Oh, and they had ten bass players. Psycho.

Oh and I got to see our Queen Ant aka the MIB. Always a good thing.

The brother helped take my stuff up and I played him the beginning of my crapful recording of the 1812 overture. They cut off the entire beginning. Suckagex10. Not only that but the part they did start on? They play it at like...half speed. Bah. I think I'll get a better copy from le brother.

Meh. Midterms this week. I want this week to be over. I need to do homework.

I pretty much wasted the whole day today. I think I'll get some studying/work done before I go to bed tonight. Blah. I really don't feel like doing much of anything...

left a bitter taste....everything is disturbing

Remember senior year? January? It's coming back. Tenfold.