Austin Nguyen

#76

I feel as though people only deck themselves out in green more so to avoid getting pinched than to actually celebrate St. Patrick’s Day itself. AND I GUESS IT DOESN’T EVEN MATTER BECAUSE MY ANCESTORS HAILED FROM THE POLAR OPPOSITE CORNER OF THE  EASTERN HEMISPHERE FROM IRELAND. Sometimes, I catch myself wishing I was ginger but only so I would be more likely to be mistaken for Ron Weasley than Jackie Chan/Bruce Lee/Mr. Miyagi because the American people are ill-informed of Asians in the media. 

I like the word wantan (meaning reckless, careless, unrestrained) because I think of a rebellious, teenage dumpling who likes to wear leather jackets and smoke candy cigarettes on the curb.

#75

I didn’t qualify for the first meet, but it’s okay. I savored ice cream with M&M’s at the Key Club Officer Meeting to make up for it. 

There are times when I really wish I had a grand piano to play. 

#74

So the founder of the Northwest College of Art gave a presentation about his programs today and admittedly they did look appealing. I passively signed up for an interview and I am unsure what I’ve gotten myself into.

My heart is still set out for a university/liberal arts college. Preferably a prestigious one, no audacity intended.

HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE 89 CENT BURRITOS? 

It’s good that we’ve established this. 

#73

Sacha Baron Cohen has absolutely no shame and that frightens me. 

Daylight savings caused a wave of uncalled for drowsiness to sweep over me and I spent most of the day sleeping. I HATE WASTED TIME WHEN I’VE ALREADY LOST AN HOUR. 

#72

Participating in the first half of Youth Conference, volunteering at Opportunity Village, missing the second portion of Youth Conference and therefore being unable to see the youth speeches, scarfing down 89 cent burritos, checking out SAT workbooks from the library, assisting Amy with her English project, and losing to the Japanese and Aussie players in Mario Kart. 

#71

I would not suggest taking up the endeavor of reading 7 books at once. 

#70

#69

I am pretty determined to learn “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” over Spring Break. 

#68

Gloriously sleeping in on a weekday, Alice & Wonderland 3D, refusing to depart from my 3D shades, THE MAD HATTER’S BREAKDANCING MOVES, amusing elevator episodes, track practice, Key Club functions, sexual innuendos embedded in cheers, and planning for the future.

#67

Thirsting for a change of pace.

#66

“The windshield wipers of the soul are covered in a film of misplaced priorities.”

#65

• ROTC Cancer Walk: volunteered for 4 hours, consumed brownies like a vacuum, mummified Mike with streamers, inflated a balloon inside a balloon, EYELIDS ON EYELIDS, witnessed the greatness that is break dancing, and embraced my ‘inner’ Asian.
• Showed Ana the graffiti tunnel :)
• History radio show script with Alexis. I showed her brothers how to solve a Rubik’s cube and in return they gave me girl scout cookies. Yay!
• Practice SAT online. Why do I suck so much at critical reading?
• Kicked in my brother’s door and went on a revitalizing jog afterwards.
• THUNDERSTORM?! Mother nature, seriously, what is up with you lately? After knocking the earth some 3mm off its axis, you feel the need to PMS even further?
• Interactive viral video’d up everyone’s facebook walls.
• blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

#64

Senior Year line-up:

• AP Calculus AB - moderately difficult, but manageable
• AP Biology - easypeasy, I hear.
• AP English Literature/Composition - enjoyable, but rigorous reading
• AP Government - gross subject, but I need at least one class I hate.
• AP Psychology - according to friends, it’s a cake class
• AP Studio Art - just like any other art class
• Spanish IV Honors - apathetic, but why not?
• Painting or Student Aide - relaxing class

As fate would have it, I’m ending my high school career with a rigorous full schedule. People say, “Oh, just relax, take it easy your senior year. You deserve it blah blah blah.” I don’t want to regret slacking off my senior year by ‘taking it easy’ only for it to later viciously backfire on me when college admissions go, “What were you thinking? Four classes? Do you just sit around watching mindless reality television shows all day? REJECTION.” I regretted my freshman and junior years due to not challenging myself and I certainly don’t want to finish high school with that same ignominious feeling.

And I’m currently salutatorian for my class and if I add an edge to my senior year, I would be in line for valedictorian.

Today can be summed up with: ukulele-playing, Spanish scrabble, hang man, shot put, THE POSTAL SERVICE, back-to-back fire alarms, and finishing up my still life.

#63

People are genial, but so insipid at the same time.

I loaned my personality to my pet seamonkey and I’m expecting it back by the end of March. Until then, I’ll just have to settle with blending in amongst the robots.

#62

I stumbled upon a Harvard alumni’s flickr photostream that showcased his talented children’s artwork/portfolio and I got inspired to do some life drawing. His children currently attend Harvard for art after going through 12 years of private liberal arts secondary school and it mildly creeps me out how I know this from a couple of google searches. It makes me feel inadequate and pathetic for not attending a prestigious high school.

I AM NOT A CREEP I SWEAR. I’M JUST CURIOUS SOMETIMES OKAY.

#61

In physics, we practiced launching marshmallows at a specific target to demonstrate centrifugal force and I konked someone in the butt after the third wind. As karma would have it, a marshmallow later struck the back of my head with the viciousness of a beaked horse fly tackling a squirrel.

For English, I created an advertisement for Old Spice’s Men’s Deodorant using Monica Lewinsky as the spokesperson and I felt it was most cunning thing I’ve done since putting chips in sandwiches and realizing it is not wise to stuff a baby in a microwave.

I’m crossing my fingers for you, Questbridge. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

Temporary Pokemon tattoos somehow came up in conversation today and it made me miss Saturday morning cartoons, Pikachu plush toys, and bubble baths.

P.S. Every time I write something, I cannot help but feel like a douchebag/douche/tool after reading it over. And no matter how many times I revise it, the vibe will not shed. SO JUST EMBRACE THAT DOUCHEBAGGERY AUSTIN. EMBRACE IT LIKE A FIST-PUMPING JERSEY SHORE CAST MEMBER.

#60

I need to pick up the habit of ruthlessly snatching the flow of ideas, obdurate in letting it go. Momentum, force, kinetic energy, and inertia are constantly being applied in non-physical ways.

#59

Slacker Sunday, sleepy in the winter sun.

Note to self: be an assertive motherfucker in that non-Oedipus kind of way.

#58

Missing practice, landing jumps on the back of my head and my butt, eating snow, BIMBO!, head-on collisions with trees, SAT flashcards, introducing brother to the beauty of streaming movies, and heart-shaped snowballs.

#57

Cookie-cutter houses, cookie-cutter people, cookie-cutter personalities.

Upon nearly finishing a practice ACT test at the library, the library announced that the doors would close at 6:00pm, not 8:00pm as I had originally thought. Since mom was at work and dad at home snoozing, I was stranded at the library. I strolled to Tacobell to grab some food and to wait for mom to get off work only to stumble upon a friend from class earlier that day who would be able to give me a ride home. Had I left the library five minutes earlier or later, I wouldn’t have come across such luck. AND HE RARELY EATS AT TACOBELL IN THE FIRST PLACE. IT BAFFLES ME HOW THESE COINCIDENCES PLAY OUT.

These things sound more astonishing in my head. Okay. Never mind.

P.S. I REALLY LIKE HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER.

#56

Understandably receiving strange looks for bringing a ukulele to school, totally missing out on the career fair (free light up pens and stuffed animals!) because my inner nerd wanted to stay in PreCalc, Tim teaching me new chords and a new strumming pattern, furtively changing in the school elevator because the janitors locked the bathrooms, running a mile without stopping, spontaneous plans to attend school “beauty” pageants, sweet iced tea from the grocery, and being given a ride home.

#55

Show and tell of (sexual) advertisements in English class, fooling with clay in ceramics, running up and down the bleachers during track practice, Josh hurling up chunks of quesadilla, reveling in surviving practice in contrasts to thoughts of death prior to practice, exchanging tips for remembering trig values, and passing out upon arriving home.

#54

I remember tasting miso soup, dad buying chicken feet, seeing lots of Asians at the supermarket, the voter booth lady calling and inquiring about dates and times, stealing a magazine from the doctor’s office, a boisterous but cute baby babbling and jumping around in the reception area, and dozing off while listening to a mix playlist of bands from San Francisco.

#53

Collegeboard: I’m plotting your destruction. And your pwnage.

I hate these tantalizing college offers, each boasting hackneyed “unique” claims of their “small faculty to student ratio, wonderful campus resources one can find no where else, incomparable financial aid.” As if I haven’t heard any of this before. Sometimes, I feel like just another consumer trying to resist the current of advertisements swaying me in its direction of “BUY ME! BUY ME!” and colleges are these efficient businesses, promising a solid career in return for purchasing their tuition, books, room & board. Aren’t colleges just corporations looking for prospective workers? Investing in a college education is no different than outlining a contract on a dependable future and I feel like anoter ill-informed, indiscriminate, mindless consumer who just cannot differentiate one bland product from another.

Things will change. Minds will shift.

P.S.  That doesn’t change how stoked I am to have received a postcard from an Ivy League school.

#52

• Pho + eggrolls + sao boa loung (sp?) = delicious
• FAILING AT THE SELF-CHECK OUT COUNTER OH MY GOD NEVER AGAIN
• The “O” show at the Bellagio + Chinese New Year theme for the observatory. Water acrobats are mind-blowing.
• There was an Indian couple sitting behind me and I enjoyed listening to their accented English. WHATTA CREPPER.
• Rest in paradise, Pluto (July 2009 - February 2010).

Day 51: Saturday, Feb 20th

Snowboarding, FINALLY LANDING A JUMP AFTER COUNTLESS EPIC FAILURES, scarfing down coconut shrimp, and remarking at the marketability of hair mayonnaise.

Day 50: Friday, Feb 19th

• I finally registered for the April ACT :) According to several google searches and collegeconfidential threads , it should be “easier,” more objective, and less daunting than the SAT. Therefore, Austin will not suck as badly. I still haven’t decided when I’ll tackle that scholastic aptitude test beast.
• Mission: study for the SAT at the library pretty much backfired from sleeping in.
• In my defense, I needed those 14 hours of sleep to compensate for the missed sleep throughout the week.
• Why am I enjoying “How I Met Your Mother” so much lately?
• Dreams about frightful blue whales alarmingly chattering about a tsunami coming their way and the trepidation of whirlpools. Symbolism of the future?
• I am solidly convinced that tortilla chips and salsa are Satan’s way of plotting against healthy eating and for gluttony.
• GET YOUR KEYBOARD PAWS OFF ME YOU LIFE-LEECHING MACHINE. UGHHHHH.
• The astronaut ice cream photo is too irrelevant for my liking.

Day 49: Thursday Feb 18th

• SINGING YODELING MELODICALLY GROANING IN FRONT OF ONE’S HISTORY CLASS HAS TO BE THE MOST SOCIALLY UNCOMFORTABLE THING EVER.
• ASVAB results recommend I look into the following as possible career choices: anthropologist, political scientist, historian, sociologist, clinical psychologist. To my dismay, superhero was not suggested.
• Spontaneous volunteer work!
• Spontaneous webcamming with a friend’s mother’s sister! IN JAPAN! IN THEIR KITCHEN!
• Perusing Michael’s and Petco afterwards.
• I feel bad for skipping track practice the last two weeks :|

Day 48: Wednesday, Feb 17th

Dear future,

I JUST WANT TO DO A BIT ABOVE DECENT ON THE SAT AND TO HAVE A FIRMER GRASP ON COMMANDING THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE AND TO VOLUNTEER MY DAYS AWAY SO I CAN GET INTO A DECENT COLLEGE IN A VIBRANT CITY WITH VIBRANT PEOPLE SO I CAN DO SOMETHING THAT CONTRIBUTES TO SOCIETY WITHOUT IT BEING OVERLY MONOTONOUS AND PAINSTAKING AND TRITE. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?

I hope you understand,

Austin

P.S. I’m eyeing you down University of Pennsylvania.

Day 47: Tuesday, Feb 16th

• A three day week sandwiched by two loaves of three day weekends = blessing
• Practiced with Alexis for history project. I’m pretty sure if I ever somehow land on American Idol, Simon and I would be brawling backstage over how lacking in rhythm I am. And of course, he has a British accent, so by default I’d lose anyhow.
• WHY IS HER FAMILY SO NICE TO ME AND JUST SO CONSIDERATE IN GENERAL. Their sincerity compensated for my awkwardness.
• Sort those eggs into different baskets.

Day 46: Monday, Feb 15th

Thank Buddha for President’s Day. Or the presidents. Whichever you prefer.

Day 45: Sunday, Feb 14th

Happy Chinese New Year/Valentine’s Day/Phoebe Gayoso’s birthday!

Day 44: Sat. Feb 13th

• Performed one minor, baby jump :) A jump nonetheless! Wiped out numerous times to compensate for the accomplishment.
• Listening to stories about discipline weapons of Korean teachers and the discovery of the purpose of condoms from Song.
• Counting 1-10 in French and 1-5 in Korean.
• “Je na se pais?” (lol sp)
• Boarded through the backwoods of the mountain. Exuberant experience.
• Quizzing myself with SAT vocab flashcards. What an assiduous nerd.
• A revamp of “Hey, Soul Sister” (Train) has been confirmed and settled for Tuesday’s history class performance.
• Off to California we go!

Day 43: Friday, Feb 12

• In English, each classmate was given a ‘handicapped’ as to illustrate the equality-enforced society delineated in “Harrison Bergeron” by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. LAMESAUCE.
• Art teacher gave me a new piece of clay :)
• Valentines goodies from Mallory, Jaemie, and Ana! Yay!
• Cut-out valentines were made in painting class. I gave mine to Elena.
• SAT problems with Mary in the French room
• I’ve been hoarding food from a variety of sources as to keep myself away from hunger whenever I skip lunch. I’VE GOT FIBER CEREAL AND CHEEZ-ITS IN MY BACKPACK YAHHH. If I could fit a bag of sunchips in there, I would.
• Passed out on the couch upon arriving home
• Vancouver Olympic Opening Ceremony = fantastic.

Day 42: Thursday, February 11th.

• Brought ukulele to school to practice for history project. This is the primary reason why I felt extra Asian today.
• I DENTED MY ONCE BEAUTIFUL CERAMIC POT.
• Spanish skit was executed extremely well, much to my surprise. Josh tackled Mike to the ground and I laughed approvingly.
• “… limpia el techo!”
• Sports physical was a brief and not thorough :| Although, I cannot necessarily complain. I got some cereal samples out of the ordeal! And Austin proceeds to win the “Who’s the Most Mundane of the Day?” award, only to be interrupted by Kanye mid-acceptance speech.
• Music store guy tuned my uke and I finally got legitimate snow gloves for snowboarding this Saturday.
• Pudgy Asian babies with cankles. SO ADORABLE.
• Drove home without slaughtering anyone with my tires. Sission Muccess!

Day 41: Wednesday, Feb 10

• Senior year schedule line-up (so far): AP Biology, AP Calculus AB, AP Government or PoliSci H, AP English Lit/Comp, AP Studio Art (if I can fit that in, which I doubt) or Painting II, Weight Training (?), (AP?!) Psychology. AP Spanish is totally out of the question; I’m scraping by in Spanish III as it is and my comprehension is dwindling into the abyss. By that point, (hopefully) I’ll have my license so I’ll be able to freely volunteer wherever/whenever without parental transportation restraints. Joyous!
• Finger painting in class.
• Knotted together baby blankets for newborns in Key Club today. Ours was dual purposed: capable of insulating a baby AND ensuring one’s toilet seat cover is fuzzy… not at the same time.
• “Good Jesusly, that’s a huge amount of fabric.”
• It has been confirmed: no one can take anyone wearing a monkey and banana fleece bandanna seriously.
• I enjoy the feeling of being pseudo-busy, preoccupied, and productive.
• Nearly finished making a pinch pot in ceramics :D

Day 40: Tuesday, February 9th

• I WILL PLAY THE UKULELE TO DISPROVE YOUR CONJECTURE GOD DAMMIT. I’m not going to define myself in the terms you put forth, you skeptical, tactless ignoramus.
• Small talk with orthodontist’s assistance = semi-awkward because it’s sort of difficult to reply when there’s strange dental equipment obstructing my mouth.
• Consequently, I missed the Key Club DCM. Boooooooooo.
• What is up with these ethnic barber shops?
• Panda Express drivethru. And I’m pretty certain that Fresh & Easy is awesome.
• I’ve come to realize that my habit of nonsensically babbling is directly inherited from my whimsical dad.
• Ukulele-ing all day through the rain.

Day 39: Monday, February 8th

• DIA FRAMPTON’S  (OF MEG & DIA) CERAMIC PIECE IS IN OUR CERAMICS CLASS (!!!) She attended my high school 4 years ago :3
• Limping up the stairs.
• Making a bracelet to raise funds for Haiti with the word grandiloquent beaded on :D SAT VOCABULARY!
• Watched a 1934 film rendition of The Scarlet Letter. The comedy bits took away from the overall solemnity of Puritan society and the emphasis on the natural world was barely perceptible, if not nonexistent. Not too effective of a film.
• Wrote Can an email through the CCSD email program. Hopefully they don’t censor my bits of Britney Spears, capitalism, and white people.
• Couldn’t make it to track intramurals because of my minor sprain = D:!
• Gradually learning “I’m Yours” on the ukulele for history project.

Day 38: Superbowl Sunday, Schmooperbowl Sunday, Lazy Sunday.

Day 37: Saturday, February 6th.

• Fresh powder at Lee’s Mountain.
• Ate snow, gracefully face-planted.
• Got two runs in before spraining my ankle at the top of the mountain while attempting a turn :|
• Consequently, snow patrol emergency medics sled me down the mountain. Cool experience while snow particles gently fell on my face.
• SUCH NICE PEOPLE AGHHHHHH. Very un-Vegas like.
• There was a sweet elderly couple next to me in the cafeteria talking about the processes involved in learning a new language, the gap between the older generation and modern day teenagers, and stuff. The man told me to smile more. I got a good vibe from them.
• “I see you as an… ostrich.”

Day 36: Friday, February 5th

• Finally received our PSAT results after much delay. I didn’t fair as well as I’d like, but my writing score boosted up +200 points. TAKE THAT PARALLELISM.
• Assembly schedule! Left early :-)
• Intensely studied for the SAT, particularly focusing on the math portion.
• CREATED A MOUNTAIN OF SAT VOCAB FLASH CARDS TO COMMIT TO MEMORY.
• Gemma French-kissed me without my consent. The traumatic experience haunts me to this day.

Day 35: Thursday, February 4th

• Ditched track intramurals for a bowling match
• Being an illicit passenger in a friend of a friend’s vehicle with Victoria at the wheel.
• GARLIC TWISTS!
• Out of guilt, I jogged two miles (without dying!).
• Became horrified at the sight of a dead, petrified bird laying on the sidewalk.

Day 34: Wednesday, February 3rd

• PreCalc: the class where the feeling of being cheated out of a decent education is most prominent.
• Discussions about the future, financial aid, and alarm clocks. Which reminds me Prudence, I HATE YOUR IKEA CLOCK’S ALARM AGGHHHHH. So much, in fact, that I smother it with my love to silence its deafening wake up call. And by love, I mean the wall.
• Hearing the stories and rationales of living in another country from the foreign exchange kids.
• Totally pwned Josh and Victoria at Brain Age. And maybe tetris too.
• Gabriel Igelsia does the best impression of a womanly elementary school principal.
• Nothing is ever as it seems.
• I keep forgetting that not everyone in high school is a virgin :|
• Drove home without running over a 3-legged midget kitten who’s a reincarnated entity of Jesus. Success!

Day 33: Tuesday February 2nd

• ASVAB testing for 1st and 3rd period. Someone better issue a reminder to brief up on my autotech terminology and electrical wiring knowledge next time. JUST BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TORSION MEANS DOES NOT MEAN I FAIL AT LIFE.
• Asian baked goods for lunch mmmmm.
• Ceramics: cleaned out my locker. Kyle smashed my paper miche pineapple to smithereens (with my permission), paper miche blueberries were launched, and a more unproductive class period could have not been had.
• Contemplating dropping the bullshit that is Key Club altogether. Not that I have anything against the service organization itself, but our school’s officer committee is uncommitted and uncommunicative = stress.
• 4 hour nap
• Political cartoon mocking the iPad and the Superbowl. It’s a shame I forgot to photograph it.
• The reliability of select individuals restores my faith in a portion of humanity. I have no mercy for you seal beaters and Dear John fanatics, though.
• Saw Mr. Webb at the library! I hate the juxtaposition of teachers and settings outside of school. It’s like seeing a defenseless critter trying to fend on its own out of its natural habitat, like a flounder out of water, a platypus in Antarctica, or Bill Gates at Apple.

Day 32: Monday, February 1st.

• Salvador Dali documentary in AP Art. The class never fails to prove how unproductive it is.
• Drew an elephant and a donkey for Nathan’s political cartoon.
• FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD in International Club! Yes! Too many freeloaders hoarding food :| And solved my first smiley-faced rubik’s cube.
• Due to recent events regarding a robbery at gunpoint, kids at my school are no longer allowed to run unsupervised :| therefore, track is going to suck more, but today’s practice wasn’t too shabby.
• Israeli push-ups oh my god what is this I don’t even.
• Drove home in broad daylight without dying/hitting an old lady/running over the curb. This calls for a toast of champagne and blended dead baby juice.

Sun. January 31/365

Absolutely nothing got done today. This is disregarding the large percentage of daylight hours wasted from watching An American Crime (sick movie), the first of the Matrix Trilogy, and Disturbia (I will always view Shia as that one carrot-haired dweeb from Even Stevens regardless of his variety of roles in movies. I don’t care if you just scored with Megan Fox, dude, you still have a man-eating fungus sandwich underneath your bed and Beans is still over at your house sizzling bacon). I HATE YOU YOUTUBE FOR CUTTING OUT SELECT INTEGRAL PARTS TO MOVIES.

Oh, and I had a horrible dream where I received an appallingly pathetic score on the PSAT. Traumatizing.

Today, I attempted at sucking at being productive (and consequently, being awesome) and exceptionally succeeded.

Sat. January 30/365

• Snowboarding in jeans and a sweatshirt both of which have an infinite capacity to absorb liquid is not suggested. AT ALL.
• I believe I had the best pizza of my entire life today.
• Wiped out +20 times and was nicknamed “Frosty” due to constantly being seen covered in snow.
• Maelle teaching me basic phrases in French and me teaching her basic stuff in Vietnamese.
• WHY ARE SNOWBOARDERS SO NICE. They offered help, which is surprising because I was conditioned to expect apathy from living in Vegas.
• Shivered like an epileptic patient on the bus ride home and Maelle gave me her jacket to keep me warm. How sincere.

Friday, January 29/365

• Drawing a rendition of Pearl (of The Scarlet Letter) and people remarking how it looked like an elf out of Lord of the Rings. I AM SO GLAD YOU GUYS UNDERSTOOD WHAT I WAS GOING FOR. Admittedly, it did look impish.
• Finally finished my paper sculpture of a wrestling match between a narwhal and a giant squid in ceramics today.
• Discussions about the strangeness that is abdominal muscles
• AMY’S HOUSE! Ahhhh I love that place. Fooled around with Gemma, swung on swing sets, consumed cocoa puffs out of a cup, and played pictionary and Mario Kart with her and Tyler. Thank you so much for livening up my usually uneventful Friday, you two.
• Also: Gemma sniffed my crotch. THIS IS A GOOD INDICATION THAT THIS WEEKEND WILL BE AWESOME.
• Planting mannequin deer in people’s rooms.
• Failing at folding origami dollar koi :|
• Writing nonsense after a long duration of a writing block.

Thursday, January 28/365

• A high five escalating to a slapping fight with Nathan. FAIR GAME BRO.
• Teaching Taylor the ways of the Rubik’s Cube.
• In Spanish, regarding busy work: “Okay, so all we need is ‘to get married.’”
  “WHAT?”
  “… the Spanish verb!”
• Trading running up the bleachers for jogging to neighborhoods and fundraising door-to-door. Josh has this uncanny capacity to scare elderly Asian women and Victoria is a well-bred saleswoman who has perfected the art of “Guilt the Customer.” Consequently, missed volunteering :(
• People recognizing me and yet I don’t recognize them = awkward.
• Hopping gates
• Tortilla + peanut butter + raisins = ingenuity.
• Bon Iver and hot showers.
• Countless moments where I truly regretted not bringing my camera.

Wednesday, January 27/365

• Is it bad that I take photos of the assigned homework from the PreCalculus textbook so I can work on it during lunch because I have no life? Okay, good.
• Growing fondness for rainy days, foggy mountains, and wet weather.
• TEENAGE GIRLS GIGGLING OVER PETTY BOYS HAS TO BE THE MOST EAR-CRUNCHING SOUND EVER. Alkjlaksldjlaj;ajsdlfja.
• Jogging to neighboring communities to sell City Saver cards door-to-door as a form of “track practice.” There was one household who actually invited us into their house and I was just taken back at the sincerity of it all.
• Josh’s Hulk-like gate-opening abilities.
• Being mistaken for a freshman. AGAIN.
• Met a new foreign exchange student! She’s Brazilian and shy.

(via technicoloring)

Phoenix // Fences

(via my flickr)

My art teacher said this was one of my best pieces and it saddens me to think that 3 years of doodling in the margins of my notes, endlessly sketching, and dabbling with different mediums amount to this mediocre still life piece. Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. 

 ”l’art pour l’art’

voteforarmadillos:

• Napoleon Dynamite
• Star Wars
• Pirates of the Caribbean
• Alice in Wonderland
• Inglourious Basterds
• Avatar 

• The Hangover
• Saving Private Ryan
• STAR WARS
• … Forest Gump
• Harry Potter after the Chamber of Secrets
• Mean Girls (bits and pieces) 
• 300 (but I do know what a Sparta kick is, as thoroughly demonstrated by freshmen)

OH LOOK IS THAT MY TUMBLR CRED SLOWLY CREEPING AWAY FROM ME? YOU GO GLEN COCO. 

UNFORGIVABLE I KNOW. 

fuckyeahsteven:hellohaters:(via divakoza)

WHY

lovebug:9gag:Rubik Cube For The Blind

betweenthefloorboards:

lejoo:

itchypeach:

jessicaaalynn:

weedandhips:

hazyandromantic:

 HOMO

homo girl

I’m a heterosexual women… which makes me… really confused.

lesbian speaking, how may I assist you in interpreting misleading internet graphics today? 

Why isn’t “a hairless pastry dough shell that covers a filling of fruit” an option? 

LET THE SEXUAL INNUENDOS FLY. 

jeremyokai:

Eunah Kim

measure of humor

1. Rachel Goodrich (1)
2. The Joys (1)
3. HeartsRevolution (1)
4. The Dollyrots (1)
5. City & Colour (1)

Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz

SAT: WHY DO YOU HAVE TO CONVERSE WITH ME THROUGH RIDDLES? DO YOU HAVE A SPHINX COMPLEX? 

technicoloring:

National Geographic

kimmychau:

(via johhnyauburn)

technicoloring:

I like getting mail from colleges in giant envelopes

YOU GOT ONE TOO? :D

(via scatteredwords)

fuckyeahmashups:

Clockwork - Office Musik (Dwight K. Shrute vs Weezy)

AMAGAD!! Day Week Month has officially been made. This is almost too much for me to even begin to comprehend.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED DID MY EARS JUST EXPLODE IN GLEE WHY YES YES THEY DID 

betweenthefloorboards:

(via youarebonbon)

fuckyeahmashups:

The Hood Internet - Decalogue (Dr. Dre vs. Radiohead vs. Missy Elliott vs. Daft Punk vs. Ludacris vs. The New Pornographers vs. Kelis vs. The Rapture vs. Twista f/ Kanye West vs. Arcade Fire vs. Three 6 Mafia vs. Sufjan Stevens vs. T.I. vs. Peter Bjorn and John vs. Rich Boy vs. LCD Soundsystem vs. Lil Wayne vs. Hot Chip vs. Jay Sean vs. Phoenix)

Ummm.. Well… Fuck. If anyone even tries to argue that The Hood Internet is not one of the best mash-up teams, I will suck twenty bleedy dicks to get AIDS and then fuck you so you could die from my AIDS. Horrible, awesome and amazing credit for that joke goes to Louis C.K.

This mash-up is more ridiculous(ly wicked) than your mother’s hair in the 80’s when mullets were all the rage and sayings like ‘all the rage’ weren’t outdated. 

knifelight:

wehadthestars:

Our new bathroom is almost finished

(via wahlee)

travelhighlights:

Rio Cable Car by Luis Veiga

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Via hikenow:maryajaleel

betweenthefloorboards:

Destruction did not come?

(via artpixie)

imnickle:

copycats:

Lisztomania by the PS 22 Chorus
originally by Phoenix
(posted by Nathaniel James)

If this can’t make you smile, I don’t know what can.

OMG THIS <3

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devincastro:

Yes, I am completely envious of Stephen Beadles’ bedroom..

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1. The Lucksmiths (18)
2. Train (17)
3. Fanfarlo (15)
4. Daft Punk (11)
5. Blind Pilot (5)

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Omg. <3

This is relevant to your life.

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=(

Her name is Katie Kirkpatrick , 21 yrs old.

Next to her is her fiancé, Nick, 23. 
This picture was taken prior to their wedding January 11th, 2005.

Katie has terminal cancer and spends hours in chemotherapy. 
Here Nick awaits while she finishes one of the sessions.

Even in pain and dealing with her organs shutting down, with the help of morphine, Katie took care of every single part of the wedding planning.

Her dress had to be adjusted several times due to Katie’s constant weight loss.

An expected guest was her oxygen tank. Katie had to use it during the ceremony and reception.

The other couple in this picture is Nick’s parents, very emotional with the wedding and of course to see their son marrying the girl he fell in love with when he was an adolescent.

Katie, in a wheel chair, listening to her husband and friends singing to her.

In the middle of the party, Katie had to rest for a bit to catch her breath.

The pain does not allow her to stand for a long period of time.

Katie died 5 days after her wedding.

To see a fragile woman dress as a bride with a beautiful smile makes you think, happiness is always there within reach, no matter how long it lasts.

Life is short. So love without boundaries. Laugh without control. Live like it’s heaven on earth.

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I needed that dose of poignancy today.

tyga:

improcrastinatingbecauseof:

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euihwanp:

WTF???  HAHAHAHAHAHA

LOL!! wtf!? O.o

HAHAHAH . WTH ?!

where do i translate?

@tyga: try google translate.

What an unsurprising translation.

fuckyeahmashups:

team9 - It’s A Sweet Ghost Party (Band of Horses vs Guns N’ Roses vs 2 Live Crew)

“team9 - destroying shit since 1999” I posted this once long ago, but it needed to be posted again.

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irisaona:

Electric Light Orchestra
Mr. Blue Sky

Mr. Blue Sky
please tell us why
you had to hide away for sooooo long, sooooo loooong

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growing up in central Florida we used to get out of class to watch the shuttle launches or if we weren’t in class we’d just go outside. Didn’t look like this by any means but sonic booms were always heard as they entered and exited the atmosphere. I can’t imagine the feeling of going up in one of those. Excitement, fear, anticipation of the unknown and especially the thought of ‘will I ever get back’.

I wish I could say I’ve experienced a shuttle launch.

1. Yann Tiersen (79)
2. Ingrid Michaelson (36)
3. Miike Snow (8)
4. Bon Iver (7)
5. American Music Club (6)

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maxwellington:

Stereo Honey by The Daysleepers.

mystic4landshit:

comebacktothesea:

casimirpulaskiday:

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sufjanstevensyeahalrightguys:

Happy Casimir Pulaski Day, everyone!

for amelia.

…headz out the window and rain and tables turning…

scatteredwords:

top of the world

kapi:

Can I Kick It? — A Tribe Called Quest

reluctantbuddha:

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avadakedeborah:

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OH MY GOD. NEED THIS.

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casimirpulaskiday-:

oblitere/feeltheghosts: leaving friends, and the place that i call home (via claire alice young)

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