Good Day.

Met this kid Josh in my Math 31B class. Basically Calc BC all over again.
This is all I have to say: He says narly and he finds Powerthirst funny.

MY SOUL MATE.

So we got told off for goofing off in Calc class with our uber, young German professor, Mr. Ashcenbrennersteindorfburgvonlitchenstein by some straight laced kid behind us....It was awesome. By the way, be grateful you have the Hawk because she totally owns this guy.

Anyway back to Josh. He's obscene, goofy, isn't politically correct and gets my lude humor. Yet, the boy is an intellectual, in the most crude of ways.

PERFECT HANG OUT BUDDY.

We hung out with Laura, who shockingly resembles Jaynee and rides horses (go figure), and followed her to sign up for tutoring in Covel. I should give a description of the campus soon. That will probaly be my next blog. I can't quite read her though....Brandon's right. I'm attracted to the whitest of Aryans. -_- heh.

It's getting sweeeet!!!

Joel likes me. UGH. Noooooo! Why must I break that poor boy's heart?!? I just want to stay under my gay rock and be lesbian in private so I won't have to reject him. Suck.

Watch Russell Peters...especially if you are a minority, you'll appreciate him :P.

I like sitting under trees!!

Mm. Fish and Chips

I needed a sabbatical so I took one and went to Santa Monica Pier yesterday via bus. It was foggy. It was cold. It was windy. It was dirty and sketch. It was beautiful. It turns out Third Street Promenade is only five minutes away from the beach. I had to cross this epic bridge to get down to the beach. Right before the bridge there's a monstrous drop off to where the beach was. So AWESOME. Anyway. I walked across this bridge to the pier. It's the pier where Iron Man was filmed and I had never seen a rollercoaster on a pier before so I nearly peed my pants. I walked to the end of the pier and compared to the Dania Beach's pier; this one could've eaten Dania all up. The freezing wind couldn't have been a better way to wake up my....."mojo"...yeah, let's call it that. Ha. That and Radiohead and Rachael Yamagata did well for my soul. I just spent two hours wandering the beach, checking out the bicyclers, joggers, and volleyball players. The way chic houses near the shore served as a plus too. After drifting, I made my way back up the cliff back to civilization and made another visit to Third Street. I just couldn't stay away from all the street performers. Thus, I came across Seis Cuerdas. OMG. I would give my soul to compose and play such great music.....and to be a street performer.
I, then, watched My Best friend's Girl and bought some winter clothes. Made my journey home by taking the 8 bus home to Ackermann Terminal. Hung out with Robin and Rachel while they were drunk...Best time of my life and played MAFIA until four in the morning. Sweet day.


I spent the whole day bonding with Robin today. Pretty cool. I played guitar in the DeNeve Quad on the grass while Robin studied next to me. It was way chill. The day went by fairly quickly since I started my day at two. I, then, went to play Apples to Apples with some peoples and Joel.......It was quite a different time from when I played with Gio, Ivan, Joni, and crew at Courtney's house. I now know why I have such a hard time adjusting here. FREAKING KIDS HAVE NO HUMOR. Irony to them is like fuckin' what, dare I say it, food is to Ethiopian children. I know that was harsh, but I'm trying to prove a point. The kids that I were playing with would never even have thought of such an analogy. UCLA attracts white-bread kids so worried about being politically correct they could never even see the humor in what Jeff and I laugh about every day of our lives. We made a dead baby song for crying out loud! COME ON! How about some pumpernickel kids? or multi-grain? (credit to Miss Seyfi.) One guy, Chris, from New York, was the most arrogant fool there. He was MUN this and MUN that. He apparently knew the whole make-up of Florida, of how Northern and Central Florida are redneckish and how South Florida is 75% Latino. Bro. If you haven't been there, don't assume you know the cultural dynamics of the place even if you know the statistical make-up. Ugh. Then! There was Pat? Btw I hate that name. Chub-chub, who puts engineers on the highest of pedastools, was way too eagar to interject every conversation with some kind of politically witty statement. Whoa, kid, whoa. But, these kids are smart and well-read. I'll give them that. Well-read enough to the point I can see egos subtly batting each other in mid-air. But. What the hell. I could care less about well-read people. How about some heart on this campus, eh? I don't dare generalize these observations to the whole of UCLA. If I did, I would lose all hope. Anyway. I'm here to do well in school. So that's what I'm going to do. Do well. Not well, but beautifully.

There's something great about growing up in the PP and the people I surrounded myself with. Good stuff.

"Suzanne

that santa monica stole your heart.

it means you're adjusting. : )"

Bless this child.

bad night.

Homesickness is the devil.
Well, not really. It was more that I couldn't deal with the fact that I felt so anti-social because I was homesick.
It made me mad. I never thought I would be so emotional about missing my friends.

Joel, this half thai, half white kid, has become my new "buddy". But, I feel like I'm leading him on. I think he takes my affection the wrong way, as so many people have before. Not to mention the fact that I don't like boys.....He's one of those guys that are very nice to girls because that's all he knows how to be. He takes on a persona that doesn't completely mesh with who he is. But, he's nice. He's genuine.

I began to chip away at UCLA. Maybe it was a defense mechanism to justify the way I felt last night. What's wrong with me? I'm here, my dream is achieved, what's wrong?

I can't handle boy-crazy girls. ugh.
SUBSTANCE, PEOPLE, SUBSTANCE!

I'm going on an adventure to the pier today. I'm done with this superficial shit. Peace.

Brandon didn't lie when....

SOME GUY SAID "NARLYY, BRO!!"
I almost died from love right there.

____

Okay. Just went to a Christian dinner thing. Sorta felt awkward. Sorta felt bad. I got a free dinner though!

I won't lie. I almost cried in the middle of the whole thing. Not because "OH MAN! Jesus is so beautiful!" but because it made me sad that these people collectively needed to find beauty and spirituality in life in a small, leather-bound book.

Man, I love life and people and animals and food and just being...I don't need some higher up to tell me that.

Hmmm.

Yo, most of the asian kids I've met here are soooo white-washed. They are so.....boring. I have never been around so many freakin' Asians; it's quite unsettling.

Things I have learned:
1. Weird kids are my home.
2. So are band kids.
3. Music is solace.
4. Never come out to someone you just met.
5. My roommates are cool.
6. Being a one-on-one talker serves as a huge disadvantage in college.
7. Los Angeles is full of tall, model-esque white chicks.
8. Paloma is a cool name.
9. Oh. Gay boys make me happy.
10. Being homesick can suck it.
11. Westwood (downtown-ish place around campus) is beautiful.
12. Small guitar shops are lovely.
13. Walking in the city, listening to my ipod relieves stress.
14. I am suffocated by so many Asians.
15. UCLA is fuckin' gorgeous.
16. I'M JOINING RUGBY!!!!!!! (I haven't really learned that, but whatev.)
17. Paloma is my piercing buddy. (stay tuned for details.)

Goodnight. I'm exhausted. Classes start in two days!

This is Pinkberry aka the Lutz of Los Angeles.
Pinkberry makes me so happy. It's like a little piece of home....except not really.

Yesterday, the people my dad and I were staying with went up to the mountains near Arcadia. Mt. Wilson I think it was called. To say the least, these views were breathtaking. Everything made me soooo happy. There was also an observatory atop Mt. Wilson. We kind of hiked to this observatory and saw this 100-inch telescope. That's not even the coolest part though. On the way back, my dad, unknowingly, dropped his phone. Some guy who I had seen earlier unlocking the room to the galley where the astronomers slept at night, yelled for us and came running to give my dad his phone back. My dad, the undercover social butterfly, struck up a conversation with this guy and the graduate student he was with from Britian. Turns out they were there to study the shapes and formations of stars so that they could tell how planetary systems are born. I couldn't help thinking that if Matt had come to UCLA and flew out with me, he would talk lightyears (haha) a minute and ask so many interesting questions. That just made me smile...and then made me miss home more. Heh. Needless to say I couldn't stop listening to all they had to say.

That's for Matt.

After, we went to 3rd Street which is by Santa Monica pier. This street is like Lincoln Rd. in Miami Beach except way more festive. All these crazy performers and acts were set up along this street and entertaining crowds of people! I felt bad for this little girl who sang Alicia Keyes and obviously was made to work by her dad. That just depressed the life out of me. At the end of the street I came across a booth where a guy was speaking about the evolution and the big bang. This 20-something year old ginger questioned how the Bible could coincide with the scientific theory of the Big Bang, what some uber Christian who called Antony Flew a theist rather than a deist, tried to claim. Really, I was swooning over this intellectual Aussie who argued with the man about a multi-verse theory.




Today was Bruin Bash! Hellogoodbye, Estelle, and The Cool Kids headlined the concert. It was pretty badass. Yeah, nobody cares about them because I met a girl that looked exactly like ALEXA there. I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THEY LOOKED EXACTLY ALIKE. It was ridiculous. They even had the same mark on the right side of their face! I couldn't take my eyes off her......awkward and creepy, but WHAT THE FUCK?! Why does that even happen?!

Cali!

I'm HERE!!!! To be honest, once I got off the plane, I freaked out. So much that I had to distract myself with texting all the way to my dad's friend's house.

The next day I woke up and basically finished all the registration things that I needed to go to the campus for so my dad and I just spent the day meandering around campus. This is what I found aside from the beautiful buildings and ASIANS EVERYWHERE:

THE UCLA MARCHING BAND REHEARSING! AHHH! You don't understand how much I wanted to be rehearsing too! I sang along to their parade
song that Flanagan uses at the Disney parade. AH. I'm so empty without band.

OH! This is my roommate Robin:



She's uber nice and Korean! (You know how much I love Koreans!!) We haven't met our other roommate, Amy, yet, but I hope she's pretty cool too.

Los Angeles is the bastard child of New York and Miami...Its Dr. Suess palm trees and chill vibe mixes with the grittiness of New York to become a place that feels like home.

As my dad and I drove to UCLA, I looked out the window and found a pleasant surprise. That and the cloudless sky made everything look promising.



P.S. I promise I'll make posts more interesting once the jet lag wears off. I already miss you all. SO MUCH.