This hill with these flowers is now covered in houses under construction.
No more frolicking around the grasses,
chewing mustard weed,
building rock domes,
and finding odd treasures.

This is just an excuse not to work on math. And besides, it would be wrong to neglect my blog.

Sadly, I have been sucked into the black hole called Procrastination.
I tried to read Euro for hours today.
And I didn't get very far.
Then I didn't do anything else.

Last night, I decided not to walk the 18 seconds to Ellen's house to drop off her chemistry papers and her big ol' Spanish book. Plus it was raining and dark and probably infested with murderers, so I drove the 3.5 minutes.

Poor Ellen, sick with a stuffy nose, ear ache, and stomach ache. But we had lots of fun nonetheless. After playing Taboo for 3 minutes,
I said "I'm bored".
And she said " go find something fun to do then.. "
So I wandered around the living room, digging through drawers, and inspecting its contents and looking through table clothes.
I wrapped a throw around me and curled up on the sofa while Ellen began her excessive nose blowing, while we both watched her brother play his football video game. I tried to understand what was going on, and why he thought it was so fun that he could play it for hours.
All he did was make the little football..man run across the field and if he was successful, a crowd cheering noise would play. This went on for hours.

Then Ellen showed me all her herbal medicines and I sampled them all.
Apparently, this herbal liquid(echinacea) made from a plant that is supposed to boost your immune system like nothing else. She said it tasted so horrid that she had to drink cups of water and eat lots of food to get the taste out of her mouth.

But i thought it was delicious and had a minty after taste!

Then at 10:43 I decided to go home.
On the drive back, the wind was blowing and this black fence was flapping around like crazy, making all these hobo/ghost shaped folds. I got really terrified and imagined a whole scenario where zombies began to chase my car and they crawled all over and I had to run them all over.
It was like dawn of the dead. Except worse because it'd be happening to me.

I miss being crazy and out of control.

Ellen gave me a box of pastels.

Late last night, I had an impulse to use them.
The first image that popped up in my mind was
"Griet", Vermeer's "Girl with a Pearl Earring"


after I was finished and saw my reflection in the mirror...
I looked like a chimney sweeper

Exploring is alot of fun.

Today was full of it at the LACMA(Los Angeles County Museum of Art),
La Brea Tar Pits, and China town.

beautiful things that have been found and stuck inside glass cases.
Which is disappointing but I guess that way, people can look and appreciate them:

there was a bed inside her dress

an old man shot me strange looks

huge wall of wolf skulls

I like those dreamy hazy days where everything is mellow and the air smells sweet.
I also like it when beverage stores have a can of straws of assorted colors.

wonders of gills

silent navigation

dawn

we'll all float on ok

This is tragic. My camera is broken. Now what am I going to do.

Just because you are starving and happen to see a beautiful mushroom growing out of a rotting log..
It doesn’t mean that you should eat it.

“Fear less,
hope more;
Eat less,
chew more;
Whine less,
breathe more;
Talk less,
say more;
Love more,
and all good things will be yours”

beverages taste better when you've made the mug yourself
write a letter to someone

T.G.I.F

If someone trapped all the mysteries that have ever existed into a glass jar, I want to find the jar and open it. But if I ever find it, I think I will just place it on my bookshelf and look at it and think about it and never actually open it.

1) Anger inspires me to make "soup"

(which is just boiling everything and anything I can find in the kitchen) The stirring part is relaxing and the black smoke which usually results resembles the "negative" spirits floating away.

2)Once, I tried on someone's retainer(with her permission of course...). Due to the curiosity to see if it would fit or not. It didn't.

3)After cutting open fruit, I sometimes touch the inside and think about how no human being in history has ever touched this orange(or apple/pear/etc)

4) I don't kill bugs/spiders/ants.
But it's time consuming to trap them in jars and release them back to where the wild things are.

5) I once shoplifted a mango.

it's like swimming in black ink with a nice view.

this is really bizzare.
Especially when half its head is melted away
and tears of wax are flooding over its face.

" go and run yourself a million miles
hoping that the colors run out"

I turned seventeen 2 days ago. Time is never ending-ly zooming by before you get to chance to even realize what happened. I found that my brain is often stuck in the past, and then you realize that now is the present and you'll never ever ever get that yesterday you spent doing who-knows-what, back. After living for 17 years, I still can't imagine how I managed to do it. Well, I technically didn't really have to do anything, but the process of everything that has happened is scary to think about. But I guess..." for now, we are young, so let us lay in the sun, and let us count every beautiful thing we see."

They say the older you get, the wiser you get. So I hope I gained some wisdom these past 17 years in this life of mine, but there's still much more to discover.
... if you think about it, everything is illuminated...
if you want it to be, that is.

From 4:00 pm to 3:00 am, This is what I spent my day doing.
Mucho thanks to Bill who did ALL the filming

Here's a clip--blooper!
There are 3 things wrong:
1)Notice the sudden taxi driver head jerk at the beginning
2)And how I slightly tripped when walking to the stove
3)And my mom calling bill's name




PS: I found my telescope's instructions on the last day of Winter Break.

baah-ga

something went wrong with the head

tehehe

vermin <3

good deeds. random acts of kindness.
But are they really as genuine and "kind" as they are thought to be?
A teacher told us that random acts of kindness don't exist because people are selfish to begin with, and that they only do nice things so they can feel good about themselves. (i should mention he was extremely religious) For example, a couple of days ago during Christmas shopping, an old lady behind me dropped her wool sweater, so I picked it up for her. And she was very gracious and spent the next 20 minutes chatting with me. So throughout the day and the next few weeks, I did a few more nice things for strangers, but instead of feeling happy, I felt kind of "selfish". Did I really do those things out of kindness, or did I do them because I liked the feeling that resulted.
And now I don't feel happy doing nice things for other people.

I had one crazy long dream.
There was one part where I was eating laffy taffy, and it got stuck on my teeth for a very long time.
When I awoke, my mouth was filled with alot of saliva...
Then I noticed I had drooled a huge puddle of saliva by my mouth.
It was quite hilarious.

ps: i accidentally sewed an anorexic sheep.

I broke into my sister's computer and watched it

"My grandfather informs me that this not possible"

happy new year humans!

which reminds me of:

"...and a demented Irishman, who alternately thought he was Joan of Arc, Saint Louis, and God"