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(no subject) [Apr. 20th, 2005|02:47 am]
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The new pope is 78 years old. No fucking wonder they're on their 265th one already.
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(no subject) [Nov. 8th, 2004|11:21 pm]
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEANNE!!!!
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Hiatus [Dec. 12th, 2003|09:51 pm]
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[mood |sleepysleepy]
[music |Bjork - Hyper-Ballad]

I think I'm gonna take a break in this thing. Not that I write in it too much anyways. Just to let you know!

Goodbye.
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Engrish is too cute [Nov. 26th, 2003|12:41 pm]
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[mood |happyhappy]
[music |Jimmy Eat World - Rockstar]

How was a thanks giving party last night? Did green beens came out OK? Many people are here working on our kitchen and living room today. Floor will be finish today but cabinets are half done and will takes another 3weeks to compleat. But room molding looks so good , look like a Rits Carlton or Satton Place. Hope you have a Happy thanks giving tommorow! I miss you..... Mom
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Chapter 14 - I Left My Heart in San Francisco [Nov. 13th, 2003|12:46 am]
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[mood |cheerfulcheerful]
[music |Pinback - June]

Work today. Kids are too cute. We were teaching them about the seven continents and then one little boy I was helping pointed to North America and asked me, "Is this Oakland?" Awwwww

Then Mike and I headed to San Fran. Some star seeker hollered for him when he was walking down Telegraph and asked for him to try out for the new Arrowhead commercial and his interview was today and I was gonna go with him to support.

I had to wait in the waiting room while he "auditioned" but basically all they had him say was, "Arrowhead water comes from the source. It does not come from aliens" with a straight face and then they took two pictures of him, and they kept referring to him as the "Music Guy" . I made him swear to me that he will share some water with me when he gets a lifetime supply of arrowhead water.

Afterwards we started our adventure to find this one bar that doesn't card. We were walking up and down the ghetto streets of SF and I was scared and Mike kept yelling at me stay closer or I'll get shot. But neither of us got shot. We finally got to Bruno's but then it was only like eight so the bar wasn't open yet and we had to sit down at the restuarant instead.

I think one of the most thrilling things for us underages to do is to trick someone into thinking we're 21 and selling us alcohol. Ohhh boy I am never more satisfied with myself than then. Mike was all barking at me to act more mature the whole time so we wouldn't get caught, so it was so fun pretending like we were super sophisticated and stuff. And I had the best cocktail I've ever had in my LIFE. I swear I will never forget that.

Ahh fun times. I love San Francisco.
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Chapter 13 - Mini Rappers [Nov. 5th, 2003|11:56 pm]
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[mood |excitedexcited]
[music |Miho Hatori And Smokey Hormel - Ocean In Your Eyes]

I had my first day of work today. Freema and Kim picked me up and we went to this elementary school in Oakland. I was all sorts of excited to start my new job, teaching little children the wonders of the world and singing koombaya.

We opened the door to the auditorium where they were going to be waiting for us, only to find about SIXTY little kids running around, screaming and yelling and crying. We were like. Woa. Keanu Reeves style.

Not to mention, that this elementary school's population is consisted by 99% Blacks. Coming from Orange County, I haven't had much experience with black people (even though I WISH I did because I love their culture so so much and I think they are the most good humored and sweet people in the world), so this was completely new to me.

We split the group in half and gathered the first group to go to the computer labs. I needed to check if our website worked on their computers so I leaned over this one second grader and was like, "excuse me a second" and typed in the search. And then the girl goes, "Nuh uh girl, you did NOT just do that. That is just scandalous, I say, scaaandalous. I am going to have to call 9 double 1 and report you now". I was like, whaa. And then the girl next to her was like, 'shut up Azana" and she was like, "You shutup BI-ATCH". Now little kids aren't supposed to cuss, no matter how mature they are so I was like, "HEY what did you just say??" And then she buried her face in my arm and whined sweetly, "I'm just kiiiding. I'm sorry."

And then another fight broke out across the room and I hear this tiny little third grader saying saying to another girl, "Back at you and yo MAMA too TOO. Uh huh uh huh that's what I'm sayin STUPID." HAHAHA oh my gosh. I swear I felt like I was in Bill Cosby's "Kids Say the Darndest Things". THEY DO. I love how they talk like they're twenty something and then revert to their angelic ways. So cute.

But the kids were wild. Freema and Kim were in a daze. They kept saying, "This is by far the worst group of kids we've ever worked with." And of course I am the one that's going to have to deal with them by myself in a few weeks. But honestly, I really don't mind the challenge because I am already attached to the kids. Some of them are sooo sweet and they helped me clean up and stuff.

It was funny cuz a few of them came up to me and started stroking my hair and asking me if it's real. I don't have any type of extraordinary hair. Just straight black and boring. But they were so in awe, it made me realize that these kids really don't get exposed to other races. And that's what I'm gonna be teaching them about, woot wooot.

Ah I can't wait till next week.

Betty: "Geez Sheena, by the end of the year you're going to talk ghetto." As if I already don't!
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Chapter 11 - Gameboy is my homeboy [Oct. 25th, 2003|09:49 pm]
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[mood |artisticartistic]
[music |Neva Dinova - Brooklyn]

I went to the Musem of Modern Art in the city with Mari today. So I thought it was gonna be all cool in SF cuz it always is, so I wore a quarter sleeve and BOY was it hot. 97 degrees! Crazy. Why is it still summer, please. And to make matters worse, we had to wait for three whole hours because everyone and their grandmothers wanted to see the Chagall exhibit. I played my gameboy the whole entire time and I almost passed the whole game of Bombrman, thank you very much! One more boss to go.

But it was all worth it. Marc Chagall. Is. AMAZING. Honestly. Genius, I love him to death now. I bought a whole bunch of postcards and even a book on him. Now I have to sit myself down and write my paper on one of his paintings. Yay.

Mike was supposed to call me before he came over but he woke me up from my nap with his loud knocking on our door. He brought Nate and Josh and I was all happy to see them all but the living room was already taken by one of my roomies and her bf and so we had to sit around on the kitchen floor, haha. Those boys make me laugh so much, they're so fun. I'm gonna teach Josh how to cook later cuz he swears I am a chef. Oh no I'm not.

I'm really anxious to pass the boss right now. And then back to work! Peace.
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Chapter 8 [Oct. 16th, 2003|12:54 am]
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[mood |anxiousanxious]
[music |The Flaming Lips - Do You Realize??]

I went to my work's office this morning to pick up some forms and the nice old lady wasn't there and the other manager was there. I was all intimidated by him cuz last time he wasn't all that cool to me, but this time he sat me down and we just talked for like forty minutes and let me just tell you that it was the most inspirational conversation I've had in a good whole month.

He's from Kenya and he was telling me how much he loves his country and how he wants to improve their living conditions and that's why he's all into these nonprofit organizations. And he started telling me about Kenya's customs and ways of living and I was pratically jumping outta my seat cuz I was getting so excited by how much I love the way things work there. And then he was like, "You should come to Kenya for a few years. I could help you out with everythig." And I was like, I AM GONNA. My dreams that I've been building for the past five years are finally takingthe form of a plan and I am woopied.

That was the highlight of my day. Then I worked at the radio station and Shawn worked me and time went by slower than a snail carrying weights.

Tomorrow at this time, I am going to be the happiest girl in the world. <33
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Chapter 7 [Oct. 13th, 2003|04:40 pm]
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[mood |annoyedannoyed]
[music |Reggie & The Full Effect - Fought And Won One]

I've been waiting for Bray's letter to come in the mail all day today and went to check FIVE times to see if it was here, but the mailman just wouldn't come. And then right now some old man just told me it was Columbus day and the government doesnt work. GOD DAMN COLUMBUS. Why couldn't his mother wait another day for him to be born, that bitch. I'm so bummed now.

I had a boring weekend again cuz I had a lot of catching up to do with school. But the party with Jennie and Pam was fun. And having Yohei over for dinner was fun. And spending the rest of my life on the phone with Bray was fun. But that's about it. OH my life is so idle and boring right now. I can't wait for midterm season to be over.

I talked to my supervisor today for my new job and she told me that I'm gonna have THREE hours a week now. FORTY TWO DOLLARS A WEEK. I was going to settle to buy a Pinto, but I guess I'm gonna have to buy a Porsche now. You are all welcome for a ride.

My life is going to rock in 3 more days! I'm so excited I wanna burst into the funky chicken.

Speaking of the funky chicken, I was supposed to go to the Eastern Youth show in San Francisco on Saturday night, but I ended up not going cuz my friend couldn't go and no one else wanted to see a Japanese rock band. I was soooo bitter and bummed and I hated the world. But then I found out that their van had gotten in a car crash and they couldn't make that show. Poor rock stars. But Dominique said they're okay, THANK GOD. I love them more than my life, I don't know what I would do.

Time for a co-op dinner. It's gotta be good today cuz Columbus just ruined my day.
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Chapter 6 [Oct. 11th, 2003|03:29 pm]
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[mood |fullfull]
[music |Foo Fighters - Time Like This]

Hello. Long time no update. I've been either busy, tired or lazy or forgetful. But I am neither of those right now so here I am.

I had a fun filled week. But first, the good news. I GOT A JOB. Woot woot, time to party like it's my 21st birthday. I am so excited to start. It's basically a job where I go to an elementary school once a week and teach a classroom full of kids compassion and empathy and koombaya, and then after a few months I hook them up with a group of kids living in a third world country and they become friends through letters and stuff. It sounds fun cuz I love kids. And it pays 14$ an hour! Woa shoot, I am going to be a millionaire. But actually, I only get three hours a week so I'm gonna be making 42$ a week. That part sucks.

Other than that, I have a huge problem right now. MY LEFT EYE WONT STOP TWITCHING. I swear, it is the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life. Actually, you cant see it but I feel it and it's the scariest thign I've ever felt in my life. I hope it's not serious. I'm not a hypochondriac or anything but if I die from it please remember that I LOVE YOU ALL very much.

Gosh, I miss Bray so much. Sometimes I just hate distance so much that I hope global warming or something makes the earth shrink so that Berkeley and LA would only be 10 minutes away. And who knows, maybe I'll get lucky someday if I keep crossing my fingers.
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