[Title from Dark Divider by Stomacher]
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
if we make this happen
this song has been fitting my mood a lot recently. and the video is COOL.
Monday, March 28, 2011
impossible, but lovely.
So my computer is completely dead. Which means that I get to use the computer lounge when I want to do homework or watch more episodes of Bones (I can't say both get equal amount of time....). But here's some old stuff from my phone.
You know how businesses leave signs saying they went to lunch and they'll be back at 2:30? Well...
Here in Hawaii we don't feel the need to put a time. We take our time at meals (including post-meal naps) and we don't want to be obligated to be back at any certain time. So we just write "will be back". You know, eventually.
Man it must be nice to be a boy....
My list is about a thousand times longer, even if I'm just going away for a weekend. But good ol' Jace knows how to travel light.
In all fairness to Emily, who lives down the hall, stealing the men off the door is something I would do. We've been in an ongoing war, and I have kidnapped things from her room and left her Mafia notes. Sorry. (Not really.) But this time I really didn't take the pictures of men off of her door. Someone else did. Someone clever and one step ahead of me.
One of my favorite things to do while tanning is take pictures of myself/my surroundings and send them to people buried in snow. I'm sure I will regret this later, as part of the what-goes-around-comes-around type things.
(See my face? That's my taunting face. That means "hey how's the snow suckaa?")
I have no idea why I took this picture. It was probably a combination of boredom and a flawed idea that I'm going to want to remember what my dorm looked like my freshman year of college. Notice the towel? Yeah this picture was taken back in November and that towel is now gone thanks to the cleaning ladies that are against us hanging our things out to dry. Rude.
These pictures are a throwback to Thanksgiving.
None of this even tasted good.
We forgot that we didn't have plates/utensils, so we had to scavenge.
It was....fun. Ha. It was definitely something I'm going to remember. I didn't go home for Thanksgiving because I wanted to stay and hang out with Alyssa. But I ended up going to the waterpark with the Tongans. It was a really awkward hour and a half of a bus ride, but once we got there it was fun. I got really tan. And my hair got destroyed by all the pee-fighting chlorine. But the slides themselves were awesome. There were a few that were REALLY high, and the waterpark itself is built on a mountain. So once you got to the top of the stairs you could see over the highway and see all the surrounding cities as well as the ocean. It was cool. And also cold. But that's beside the point. At the end of the day the bus was supposed to come back to pick us up but the driver didn't show up for about two hours later than planned. Typical. We played some weird games and Ana taught me how to talk to Tongan men...in Tongan. I took this picture which could have been cooler had I not had a crappy phone back then.
This was a family that I was stalking. Jk. But really. I saw them flying standby and it reminded me of my family. Then I got to Hawaii and got on the bus and they were there. As it turns out, they were going up to BYU to visit their cousin and I ended up getting them killer seats at the PCC and spending the day with them.
You know how schools sometimes make lunches for kids? Sandwiches and chips and an apple? Well...welcome to Polynesian land where little children get saran-wrapped blocks of RICE. Ha. I'm pretty sure when I leave here I'm gonna be really confused as to why people don't eat tons of rice at every meal.
I saw this quote at the PCC, and I really like it. However I find it a little bit ironic since the Polynesian way of getting rested is to take a rest. And then take a break. And then have lunch.
Annnd I just wanted to end with a throwback in case my mom still reads my blog. I miss Manny and Art. And you. (10 days!)
[Title from Impossible by Anberlin]
You know how businesses leave signs saying they went to lunch and they'll be back at 2:30? Well...
Here in Hawaii we don't feel the need to put a time. We take our time at meals (including post-meal naps) and we don't want to be obligated to be back at any certain time. So we just write "will be back". You know, eventually.
Man it must be nice to be a boy....
My list is about a thousand times longer, even if I'm just going away for a weekend. But good ol' Jace knows how to travel light.
In all fairness to Emily, who lives down the hall, stealing the men off the door is something I would do. We've been in an ongoing war, and I have kidnapped things from her room and left her Mafia notes. Sorry. (Not really.) But this time I really didn't take the pictures of men off of her door. Someone else did. Someone clever and one step ahead of me.
One of my favorite things to do while tanning is take pictures of myself/my surroundings and send them to people buried in snow. I'm sure I will regret this later, as part of the what-goes-around-comes-around type things.
(See my face? That's my taunting face. That means "hey how's the snow suckaa?")
I have no idea why I took this picture. It was probably a combination of boredom and a flawed idea that I'm going to want to remember what my dorm looked like my freshman year of college. Notice the towel? Yeah this picture was taken back in November and that towel is now gone thanks to the cleaning ladies that are against us hanging our things out to dry. Rude.
These pictures are a throwback to Thanksgiving.
None of this even tasted good.
We forgot that we didn't have plates/utensils, so we had to scavenge.
It was....fun. Ha. It was definitely something I'm going to remember. I didn't go home for Thanksgiving because I wanted to stay and hang out with Alyssa. But I ended up going to the waterpark with the Tongans. It was a really awkward hour and a half of a bus ride, but once we got there it was fun. I got really tan. And my hair got destroyed by all the pee-fighting chlorine. But the slides themselves were awesome. There were a few that were REALLY high, and the waterpark itself is built on a mountain. So once you got to the top of the stairs you could see over the highway and see all the surrounding cities as well as the ocean. It was cool. And also cold. But that's beside the point. At the end of the day the bus was supposed to come back to pick us up but the driver didn't show up for about two hours later than planned. Typical. We played some weird games and Ana taught me how to talk to Tongan men...in Tongan. I took this picture which could have been cooler had I not had a crappy phone back then.
This was a family that I was stalking. Jk. But really. I saw them flying standby and it reminded me of my family. Then I got to Hawaii and got on the bus and they were there. As it turns out, they were going up to BYU to visit their cousin and I ended up getting them killer seats at the PCC and spending the day with them.
You know how schools sometimes make lunches for kids? Sandwiches and chips and an apple? Well...welcome to Polynesian land where little children get saran-wrapped blocks of RICE. Ha. I'm pretty sure when I leave here I'm gonna be really confused as to why people don't eat tons of rice at every meal.
I saw this quote at the PCC, and I really like it. However I find it a little bit ironic since the Polynesian way of getting rested is to take a rest. And then take a break. And then have lunch.
Annnd I just wanted to end with a throwback in case my mom still reads my blog. I miss Manny and Art. And you. (10 days!)
[Title from Impossible by Anberlin]
Friday, March 11, 2011
What you can't see is we're under siege
TSUNAMI.
Okay what the heck does that mean? Before the last 12 hours the word only brought to mind Tsunami Tom which turned out to be Toonami Tom which is this weird Cartoon Network guy.
Weird. And definitely not what the news is talking about.
When I first heard the news I can't say that I was scared. I think surprised would be a better word. Like..."Oh yeah, those happen here. Cool". And then I didn't know what to do or what to think. I went down to Alyssa's room and told her we were going to be KILLED by a massive TSUNAMI. She told me she wanted to cut her hair. It was very anticlimactic. But to her defense, there was a tsunami warning here last January, and nothing really came of it. (Which -spoiler alert- is what happened this year.) I sent my mom a text, since it was 2:30 am her time. I though about calling her but there wasn't really any danger yet, and I have a hard time believing bad things are ever going to happen to me. It's a gift. And a curse.
At this point there's a little bit of noise as word starts spreading that there's a tsunami watch--mostly because there are so many students here from Japan who are worried about their families. Gratefully every Japanese person I know has been able to contact their family and everyone that they know of is safe-thank heavens!
After about an hour the watch turned to a warning (I love the careful word choice. I guess 'warning' sounds more ominous than 'watch'. But only if you think about it. Which sometimes just confuses me.) and they started sounding the sirens. If you live in Florida and you're accustomed to the lighting alarms that go off at parks, you can imagine what the sirens sounded like. Just think of the lightning alarm noise, take it up about four pitches, and make it eighteen times louder. They started going off regularly every hour after this.
Of course, this only created more panic, mayhem, and ruckus. Girls started running around like ants when you step on the ant hole. Yelling and screaming and such. Madison and I ran down the hallway jumping and whooping and fist pumping like champs. IT WAS A WARNING. IT WAS LEGIT.
...Except it wasn't. That was when I realized that tsunamis suck. They are
VERY
BORING.
Granted, I did grow up with hurricanes. So you have a few days to prepare, get last minute groceries, put up shutters, and hide your trampolines. Then you hunker down and make tortillas or scrapbook or something. Granted, there were quite a number of people who tried to do this. The gas station half a mile away had a line backed up to the school. Girls in my dorm were packing their bags (sorry, but where were they going?! Where are you gonna evacuate to honey??) and filling up empty water bottles. But it wasn't exciting. There was no storm, no rain to play in, no heavy winds, nada.
Lame.
So we went to run errands (harass boys for our hijacked ipods) and watched a movie and cut dear Alyssa's hair. I decided to clean my room because someone walked by my open door, looked at the corner, and asked if I was trying to pack to leave. Ha! No, I just like to let my clothes be free. Okay, granted it did look like a hurricane hit.
So I cleaned it up. And it was beautiful.
I wasn't sure what to do after that. It was about 1:30, so I decided to try and sleep. Dumb idea, thanks to the sirens. I google'd tsunamis and realized that even though I'd minimized the threat of danger, it was pretty much even less dangerous. Except I found this really cool thing called a drawback- which is like a normal wave sucking in before it pushes out another one- where the water recedes a lot and you can see the ocean floor without any water on it. People die the most there because they run out to look at it or pick up fish and then the tsunami comes and they can't run away fast enough. Honestly, that is something I used to dream about as a kid (the ocean floor thing, not people dying) and it reminds me of the story about the seven Asian brothers who could swallow the sea.
So I sent my mom another text telling her to call me whenever she got up and I got ready for bed. She called me about five minutes later. I'm not sure if I was coherent at this point, because I was tired and sleep deprived. Anyway, after I talked to her I tried to sleep. Except that I couldn't because there were tons of girls sleeping in my hallway staring at me through the vents on my door. Well maybe they weren't I was just paranoid. So I stapled a blanket to my door and went to sleep.
At four my time, the continental U.S. realized what was going on. I woke up to my Owl City ringtone (which is straight up OBNOXIOUS after an hour and a half of sleep)from someone calling me to see if I was okay. And I love this person. But she seemed surprised to hear that I was asleep and not evacuating. Bless her heart. Um...I live on an island. Where am I going to evacuate to? I'm pretty sure I'm in greater danger of falling off a cliff then getting killed by a tsunami that's hitting the other side of the island. A few more people called/texted me, which I appreciate, because this is the most action my phone's seen since my birthday.
I asked my mom what was going on (because even half a world away she still is more informed than me) and found that one wave has hit already and it was a foot tall.
Fail.
Good thing I wasn't too excited. It was a disappointment. I mean, not really because I didn't actually want anyone to get hurt or killed. But still. Fail.
The news is STILL trying to make it sound like a big deal. But it's not.
But I sincerely appreciate everyone who've checked up on me, even if it's just through facebook.
And I have allday weekend to sleep, since classes are canceled. And everyone's safe and dry. So even now, life in Hawaii is still great as ever.
[Title from Fight For You by Morgan Page]
Okay what the heck does that mean? Before the last 12 hours the word only brought to mind Tsunami Tom which turned out to be Toonami Tom which is this weird Cartoon Network guy.
Weird. And definitely not what the news is talking about.
When I first heard the news I can't say that I was scared. I think surprised would be a better word. Like..."Oh yeah, those happen here. Cool". And then I didn't know what to do or what to think. I went down to Alyssa's room and told her we were going to be KILLED by a massive TSUNAMI. She told me she wanted to cut her hair. It was very anticlimactic. But to her defense, there was a tsunami warning here last January, and nothing really came of it. (Which -spoiler alert- is what happened this year.) I sent my mom a text, since it was 2:30 am her time. I though about calling her but there wasn't really any danger yet, and I have a hard time believing bad things are ever going to happen to me. It's a gift. And a curse.
At this point there's a little bit of noise as word starts spreading that there's a tsunami watch--mostly because there are so many students here from Japan who are worried about their families. Gratefully every Japanese person I know has been able to contact their family and everyone that they know of is safe-thank heavens!
After about an hour the watch turned to a warning (I love the careful word choice. I guess 'warning' sounds more ominous than 'watch'. But only if you think about it. Which sometimes just confuses me.) and they started sounding the sirens. If you live in Florida and you're accustomed to the lighting alarms that go off at parks, you can imagine what the sirens sounded like. Just think of the lightning alarm noise, take it up about four pitches, and make it eighteen times louder. They started going off regularly every hour after this.
Of course, this only created more panic, mayhem, and ruckus. Girls started running around like ants when you step on the ant hole. Yelling and screaming and such. Madison and I ran down the hallway jumping and whooping and fist pumping like champs. IT WAS A WARNING. IT WAS LEGIT.
...Except it wasn't. That was when I realized that tsunamis suck. They are
VERY
BORING.
Granted, I did grow up with hurricanes. So you have a few days to prepare, get last minute groceries, put up shutters, and hide your trampolines. Then you hunker down and make tortillas or scrapbook or something. Granted, there were quite a number of people who tried to do this. The gas station half a mile away had a line backed up to the school. Girls in my dorm were packing their bags (sorry, but where were they going?! Where are you gonna evacuate to honey??) and filling up empty water bottles. But it wasn't exciting. There was no storm, no rain to play in, no heavy winds, nada.
Lame.
So we went to run errands (harass boys for our hijacked ipods) and watched a movie and cut dear Alyssa's hair. I decided to clean my room because someone walked by my open door, looked at the corner, and asked if I was trying to pack to leave. Ha! No, I just like to let my clothes be free. Okay, granted it did look like a hurricane hit.
So I cleaned it up. And it was beautiful.
I wasn't sure what to do after that. It was about 1:30, so I decided to try and sleep. Dumb idea, thanks to the sirens. I google'd tsunamis and realized that even though I'd minimized the threat of danger, it was pretty much even less dangerous. Except I found this really cool thing called a drawback- which is like a normal wave sucking in before it pushes out another one- where the water recedes a lot and you can see the ocean floor without any water on it. People die the most there because they run out to look at it or pick up fish and then the tsunami comes and they can't run away fast enough. Honestly, that is something I used to dream about as a kid (the ocean floor thing, not people dying) and it reminds me of the story about the seven Asian brothers who could swallow the sea.
So I sent my mom another text telling her to call me whenever she got up and I got ready for bed. She called me about five minutes later. I'm not sure if I was coherent at this point, because I was tired and sleep deprived. Anyway, after I talked to her I tried to sleep. Except that I couldn't because there were tons of girls sleeping in my hallway staring at me through the vents on my door. Well maybe they weren't I was just paranoid. So I stapled a blanket to my door and went to sleep.
At four my time, the continental U.S. realized what was going on. I woke up to my Owl City ringtone (which is straight up OBNOXIOUS after an hour and a half of sleep)from someone calling me to see if I was okay. And I love this person. But she seemed surprised to hear that I was asleep and not evacuating. Bless her heart. Um...I live on an island. Where am I going to evacuate to? I'm pretty sure I'm in greater danger of falling off a cliff then getting killed by a tsunami that's hitting the other side of the island. A few more people called/texted me, which I appreciate, because this is the most action my phone's seen since my birthday.
I asked my mom what was going on (because even half a world away she still is more informed than me) and found that one wave has hit already and it was a foot tall.
Fail.
Good thing I wasn't too excited. It was a disappointment. I mean, not really because I didn't actually want anyone to get hurt or killed. But still. Fail.
The news is STILL trying to make it sound like a big deal. But it's not.
But I sincerely appreciate everyone who've checked up on me, even if it's just through facebook.
And I have all
[Title from Fight For You by Morgan Page]
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
from where it's forever sunny
So this weekend was the long anticipated CULTURE NIGHT. Twenty two clubs representing different cultures from around the world prepare an 8 minute performance. It happens once a year and everyone is always so excited for it. I wasn't sure if it was going to be all people said it would be. And it was pretty much that times ten. It was a long four hours, but it was better than Christmas. Seriously. We're talking Latino Club dances, men doing the Russian dance thing, blindfolded, clicking machetes under their legs, Mongolians doing RIDICULOUS jump rope tricks, Asians in their odd little kid style pop skirts and sneakers dancing to voices that sound like they've had way too much helium, and (of course) plenty of brown, shirtless men doing Polynesian dances. It was probably one of THE greatest things I've ever seen. Never mind that I almost fell asleep in the middle of it. That was only because it didn't end til almost 1 in the morning. Honestly. I didn't take any pictures, but that wouldn't have done it justice anyway.
Saturday night we went to the last game of the season which was an away game against Chaminade University. We roll up to the school and we were expecting something sort of impressive, what with their admin building with a cross and their high rise dorms. But then we get to the super ghetto gym (seriously, my high schools' was nicer). And the people....they reminded me of people I went to high school with..in The Hood, South Florida. Granted, Chaminade is a "private Catholic school", but that doesn't mean anything. I love it when people try to justify going to BYU to someone who doesn't know about the school by saying it's a "private Christian university". Because, really, that doesn't mean anything. To be honest, it's not like it's that prestigious or anything. Getting accepted to BYU wasn't really a proud moment for me, it's not like it's that hard to get into. Clearly this was the case for Chaminade. And I guess Catholic girls don't like to wear clothes more than other college girls, 'cuz the girls there weren't wearing much.
The game was really intense. We were neck and neck the whole game, losing in the end by one point. Those games are always a lot more fun because the closer it gets the more the audience gets riled up with pride. (Not necessarily school pride because I still don't think they really care about their school..just regular pride). We did end up losing, but it certainly wasn't because our crowd wasn't loud enough.
And as it turns out, the gym was so slummy because they shared it with the local high school. Um, what?
Some other cool things happen to me sometimes.
I curled my hair once. It looked like this:
And it lasted about ten minutes after I left for the party. Most people that come here DIEEEE because the humidity makes their hair so curly. I, on the other hand, come from a state with MORE humidity. (yes, that is possible. weird, I know.)So not only does my hair think Hawaii is dry, it's also become accustomed to being stick straight, all day every day.
I went to my 1,000th bonfire. Okay maybe that is a sight exaggeration. But it's only slight. I promise.
So this picture is not an accurate representation of the excitement of my everyday life, because it was a sad going-away party. But I just want all you outsiders to know that these luau things aren't just a tourist attraction. See those leis? They're for real, and those people wearing them aren't tourists. They were a stellar missionary couple, and also my best friends for a period of time. No big deal. Also the man wearing a lava lava (or a sulu) isn't just wearing it for show. Nope, that's how people for real dress here.
This was my first and last encounter with speed dating. Our decision to go was this: we can do it once, to say we've done it. Like skydiving, except less fun. I'm in college. It was V-Day weekend. I did it. Now I'm done.
I went home for a few weeks and just got back last week. This was the one time Delta's ever not had my luggage waiting for me when I got to where I was going. There were lots of 'rush' stickers on it and 'expedite' ones too. Because clearly putting on a sticker with a command on it will make it happen. Clearly.
My baby girl got her mission call!
She's going to Carlsbad, California, Spanish speaking! She's on the phone with her family because of me. I was a bad friend and told her to just call them and open it IMMEDIATELY instead of waiting four hours to Skype them. I have no patience. Also I am always the boss. This is why I don't have more friends. But I don't mind.
So I got a really cool cup from American Eagle. It was a Christmas present (I guess?) from an old manager. It's navy blue and has American Eagle written on it in white. Except for when you put boiling water in it! Surprise! Then it MAGICALLY turns into this:
INCREDIBLE!
The past two days have been real college-kid days, including procrastinating homework/papers, eating too much pizza, and staying up late watching lame made-for-tv movies on netflix. Which means the rest of this week I'm going to have to play grown up and work/sleep/do homework. With little procrastination. Hence the blogging...oops.
Oh yeah, I work really hard. A lot. Doing this kinda stuff:
Sometimes I use discarded wire to dig holes in berries and make necklaces out of seeds like a savage. Sometimes I braid palm leaves together and once I even made a dress out of palm fronds. (jokes). Yep, livin' the dream on this little rock in the big ocean.
(P.S. Have you heard Britney Spears' new song? The first thing I thought when I heard it was wow, this is not bad, for her. Then I thought it sounded like Enrique Iglesias. Then the words sounded like Ke$ha. Then it turns out Ke$ha wrote the lyrics. So sorry B. Spears, you still suck)
[Title from Buzzin' by Mann ft. 50 Cent]
Saturday night we went to the last game of the season which was an away game against Chaminade University. We roll up to the school and we were expecting something sort of impressive, what with their admin building with a cross and their high rise dorms. But then we get to the super ghetto gym (seriously, my high schools' was nicer). And the people....they reminded me of people I went to high school with..in The Hood, South Florida. Granted, Chaminade is a "private Catholic school", but that doesn't mean anything. I love it when people try to justify going to BYU to someone who doesn't know about the school by saying it's a "private Christian university". Because, really, that doesn't mean anything. To be honest, it's not like it's that prestigious or anything. Getting accepted to BYU wasn't really a proud moment for me, it's not like it's that hard to get into. Clearly this was the case for Chaminade. And I guess Catholic girls don't like to wear clothes more than other college girls, 'cuz the girls there weren't wearing much.
The game was really intense. We were neck and neck the whole game, losing in the end by one point. Those games are always a lot more fun because the closer it gets the more the audience gets riled up with pride. (Not necessarily school pride because I still don't think they really care about their school..just regular pride). We did end up losing, but it certainly wasn't because our crowd wasn't loud enough.
And as it turns out, the gym was so slummy because they shared it with the local high school. Um, what?
Some other cool things happen to me sometimes.
I curled my hair once. It looked like this:
And it lasted about ten minutes after I left for the party. Most people that come here DIEEEE because the humidity makes their hair so curly. I, on the other hand, come from a state with MORE humidity. (yes, that is possible. weird, I know.)So not only does my hair think Hawaii is dry, it's also become accustomed to being stick straight, all day every day.
I went to my 1,000th bonfire. Okay maybe that is a sight exaggeration. But it's only slight. I promise.
So this picture is not an accurate representation of the excitement of my everyday life, because it was a sad going-away party. But I just want all you outsiders to know that these luau things aren't just a tourist attraction. See those leis? They're for real, and those people wearing them aren't tourists. They were a stellar missionary couple, and also my best friends for a period of time. No big deal. Also the man wearing a lava lava (or a sulu) isn't just wearing it for show. Nope, that's how people for real dress here.
This was my first and last encounter with speed dating. Our decision to go was this: we can do it once, to say we've done it. Like skydiving, except less fun. I'm in college. It was V-Day weekend. I did it. Now I'm done.
I went home for a few weeks and just got back last week. This was the one time Delta's ever not had my luggage waiting for me when I got to where I was going. There were lots of 'rush' stickers on it and 'expedite' ones too. Because clearly putting on a sticker with a command on it will make it happen. Clearly.
My baby girl got her mission call!
She's going to Carlsbad, California, Spanish speaking! She's on the phone with her family because of me. I was a bad friend and told her to just call them and open it IMMEDIATELY instead of waiting four hours to Skype them. I have no patience. Also I am always the boss. This is why I don't have more friends. But I don't mind.
So I got a really cool cup from American Eagle. It was a Christmas present (I guess?) from an old manager. It's navy blue and has American Eagle written on it in white. Except for when you put boiling water in it! Surprise! Then it MAGICALLY turns into this:
INCREDIBLE!
The past two days have been real college-kid days, including procrastinating homework/papers, eating too much pizza, and staying up late watching lame made-for-tv movies on netflix. Which means the rest of this week I'm going to have to play grown up and work/sleep/do homework. With little procrastination. Hence the blogging...oops.
Oh yeah, I work really hard. A lot. Doing this kinda stuff:
Sometimes I use discarded wire to dig holes in berries and make necklaces out of seeds like a savage. Sometimes I braid palm leaves together and once I even made a dress out of palm fronds. (jokes). Yep, livin' the dream on this little rock in the big ocean.
(P.S. Have you heard Britney Spears' new song? The first thing I thought when I heard it was wow, this is not bad, for her. Then I thought it sounded like Enrique Iglesias. Then the words sounded like Ke$ha. Then it turns out Ke$ha wrote the lyrics. So sorry B. Spears, you still suck)
[Title from Buzzin' by Mann ft. 50 Cent]
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