Road Trip with Momma

This is my last weekend before senior year officially begins. Summer vacation is now over.

I iwll start off by telling you about my road trip with my mom through the central coast of California. It was beautiful. I navigated for my mom and she drove, and we witnesses some truly beautiful scenery. Who knew California was so beautiful? There is now no doubt in my mind that California is the best state in the nation. First there was the beautiful beaches, with their rolling waves, golden beaches and glistening waters. Since I am not a swimmer, my method of absorbing the beach was to run along the edge of the water. Although the air itself was also cold, the icy splashes of the water as my feet slammed into the wet sand still refreshed my body, the crisp, clean air cleansing my lungs from the valley's pollution. Then my sister and I decided to play "tag" with the waves running as close as we could to the big waves right before they broke and then running from them as fast as our legs could carry us, and we saw a seal or sea lion ( I can't tell the difference) poke its head out of the water and say hello. It didn't actually speak though. I'm just guessing that if it could speak human aka English, it would have said "Hello!" Since they live far from urban areas this one could have even said Good Day! , it definitely would not have said Whats up. Seals (except for Zoo seals) don't know slang terminology (although cool is old enough they might just know that one).

We also took a drive further North and took Tour one of Hearst Castle. It was very gaudy. Lots of stuff, and very colorful. It's got two amazing pools. I' would love to live there, although it would be lonely. and I think I' would be scared because it looks like that place you would see on one of those travel channel shows about ghosts.

In the hotel we saw the movie Thank You for Smoking, and let me tell you...it made me want to do Aaron Eckheart. i don't normally say that about actors. But let me tell you Aaron Eckheart is an exception. I don't even know why, he's not my usual type at all. I think I will need to search for a pentecostal Christian, Aaron Eckheart look alike who will be looking for a wife when I start looking for a husband, and settle for no less. Just watching him in movies, I start to drool a little bit. No joke.

Then we went to Santa Barbara and Santa Maria, where we attended a Pentecostal Church Revival. I thought some of the old white men there were congressmen, but then Scott just informed me that they were church elders or something like that. I spoke in tongues and received the infilling of the Holy Spirit. That was exciting and insane. I want to do it again next year. I also need to call Scott sometime and talk to him. Maybe next weekend.

The Underworld and Food Network Star

I'm watching a TV show about underground cities. Very interesting. I love the history channel. Did you know there are entire tunnel systems in Portland specifically built for the purposes of drugging and kidnapping men to sell them to ships where they would be used as labor for cargo ships?z

Amy the mommy won Next Food Network Star. I am now addicted to that TV show. Its the only show I can say I have actually sat and watched 5 hours straight of. I know that makes me sound l ike a couch potato, but its very rarely that I watch TV for so long. Usually I'm multitasking. And I was then too; I was making flashcards for SAT prep.

My summer is boring. Thats why I haven't written much of anything. I miss everyone. I made a bunch of promises to do lunch and hang out or whatever wiht people, but then I haven't followed through with calling those people and actually making plans. I feel awful for doing that, because its not like what I'm doing can't be moved so I can do other stuff. I'm very sorry that I haven't called you! <33

*yawn* I'm tired. Not much to write.

Re: Goth

I've had a few days to think about this whole "goth" look thing. Honestly, I think the attention one gets by wearing black lipstick, pale makeup and dark clothes is merely "look at that freak" type of attention rather than "wow that girl is really pretty" attention. I mean yeah when I make eye contact the guys smile in a familiar way that reminds me of when guys hit on me, but there is some different element about it all.

As for identifying with the Goth subculture, I feel many intellectuals agree with their basic principles of not conforming and "rejecting" general societal values, but not everyone dresses like that. So there you go. Goth is just a fun way to dress that gets attention and has nothing to do really with being special or an anarchist. Its pretty much just a way t say f*** you to the people who dictate standard fashions and ways to dress. Ironically, lots of current fashions have come from that general punk-rock/goth subculture. So my question is how will the punkers and "goths" dress now that everyone is dressing kind of like them but with brighter colors?

Goth?!?!

Goth may just be the look for me...maybe. I tried it yesterday. Hilarious shit right there. I did it for an audition. Sprayed my hair black, wore all black, with a belt, lots of eyeliner, black lipstick. Then I went to kinkos. OMG. This dude was STARING at me the whole time...well not just staring, but checking me out in a very obvious head turning way. I ignored him at first then I made eye contact and he smiled so I smiled back. Then he kept turning around and smiling at me. Very funny. So either goths get lots of attention normally, OR I'm stunningly beautiful in goth attire.

I got called back for the audition. YAY! The second callback I've ever gotten! I hope I get it. It will be so ironic though considering the way I usually am. I am like as far from goth as it gets. Or am I?




Bet you practice Wicca or Paganism or possibly more liberal Christianity. You probably love Dead Can Dance, anything ethereal, and might be vegetarian. You probably also like to hug people.

What kind of goth are you?

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^^ So true! I'm a Christian, if it were under my power I'd be a vegetarian, ethereal things rock my socks, and I LOVE hugging people. My friend Brendan said that the people who dress like that are just really smart, independent thinkers, which is quite true of me. So I guess I am an in-the-closet-goth. HAAAA lol.

Middle of Summer

I wouuld have titled this Midsummer, but it would have easily been confused with the play.

ANyways, here's a fun fact: because I occaisionally post things in other languages such as Portugese, Spanish, and Italian, people who speak those languages stumble on my page and leave comments in those languages. Fun stuff.

I've just been relaxing lately, diligently working on my songs and going to the nursing home daily and now working on college applications essays (for the prompts that I can find) and studying for SAT's. I got a 1990 the first time around. Its way too close to 2000 to not do it again and try to break it. I think thats the track runner inside me showing. I just want to PR! I live off of making my personal best better. lol

I'm considering re-taking upclassical voice. I lost my voice for about a week after diligently practicing non classical for a while. I must have been doing something wrong for it to go on me like that...or maybe I was just sick. I'm not sure. However, I have been listening to opera a little bit more again lately, and I remembered how much I really do like it. Opera gives me chills. I have a knack for it, so I should sharpen my skills. What I lack mainly is the musicianship to do it really well. That was my only problem for spotlight awards. I was off on my rythm. That's not to say it was some train wreck. It sounded great, but I guess certain parts weren't sung EXACTLY as they were written. My voice itself and tone, relaxation, vibratto and all that fun stuff were great. I really hope I haven't gone backwards by not preacticing my classical voice in a long time. Why can't I do both classical and nonclassical. BOOO. Oh well.

Everything's getting better...

Summer is finally beginning to take a reasonable shape. Although I'm not working on some unrealistic athletic goal, I finally am begining to get some sort of purpose for my days. The volunteer work provides some purpose, but what really get me up in the morning are my AP Government summer assignment and my songs. I have quite a few to learn. In fact its overwhelming. I enjoy the stress, though. I'm happier with stress than I am without it. I found a possible guy to fill the void. Not MY void that is. The void that is Granada's lack of singing males. =) Yay.

Depressing-ness

Why does the world hate me with passion? Why do people gossip? How is it that I somehow make people dislike me without even trying? I hate that the people who do care about me are leaving to college. The only people who really see me as a nice person and not someone they strongly dislike. I miss my trackies. I really do. Track and cross country were nearly drama-less. No one talked crap about anyone. We all just got along. Now, people are just plain mean. At the first sign of gossip people saying I said things, they RUN AWAY from me practically. If I'm being annoying, they should just tell me, and I'll stop. They shouldn't just block me wihtout informing me that they just don't feel like talking to me and why. I would much preffer being told what I did wrong than to be punished for my "actions".

I love track. I miss the old days. I miss the days when it was Richard and Andrea, and Kathleen, Maeve, Myonoway, and David and Jeff and Chris and all them, and Natalie and Krystal, and Marisa and Nina, Molly, Amanda, Sharon, Monica, Victoria and Audrey. I miss those rainy days on the track when we would be doing Coach Green's 1111, 1212, 1313, 1234, 1313, 1212, 1111 workout and we'd be tired out of our minds, and then maybe do an extra 45 second sprint for good measure. Those were the days. We were like a family.

In a sense I regret joining speech and drama at Granada. It opened whole new world of jealousy and gossips and crap that I didn't have to deal with before and I lost my bond with the people I care about; the bond that came from being tired as hell and trying your very best to win against yourself. On the track team, we didn't talk trash about eachother. When someone new would come along and they would start saying shit about someone else, we'd say to eachother "Oh look there's somebody who's obviously new and doesn't quite comprehend what this team is about." There was no room for gossip; only friendship. I want to cry, I miss it so much. I look back and I can only think one thing; those were some really great people, and I'm really glad to have known them.

Although I love performing, the things I hate are the narcissism, envy and cattiness of everyone who does it. If someone is better than yhou or threatening, its like people have this innate need to judge you. What you say is automatically misconstrued; taken the wrong way just because they can't accept that somebody might be a nice person; a human with feelings, who reacts to external forces and events and has a psyche just like they do.