March 2006

The new addictive stimulant

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By the blue garage

We’ve been doing a little photoshoot basically every single day at school now. I’m a little bit addicted. Photoshoots are basically my version of Heroin. If I could take all of these pictures and pump them into my veins, I totally would. Except that I’m afraid of needles, so I guess I’ll just look at them on the computer until my eyes burn out of my head. Just as fun.

On tuesday, we had this super cool photoshoot in school with a professional photographer light in the darkness of our school’s stage. Unfortunately, in a very bad turn of events, those pictures got erased when I had to quickly unplug the card reader from one of the school’s emacs. Extremely depressed, we vowed that our photoshoot on Thursday (no school on Wednesday) would be a trillion kagillion times better. Equipped with my new camera and a fancy-shmancy photography light, it basically was. After taking hundreds of pictures at school (FIVE FREE PERIODS!), we went to Hoa’s neighborhood and took even more really awesome pictures!

To see all ninety-four pictures in a slideshow, click here. To see them in a very large album, click here.

My little weekend recap

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AHA March - 7

I spent a lot of my weekend hanging around with my friend Sarah. On Friday, she slept over and we watched the movie Seven…. or Se7en. However you’d like to call it. I thought it would be a little bit scarier, but it was still pretty good. Saturday morning, Sarah slept in while I woke up at the crack of dawn. She missed a few things, like my grandpa coming to visit and my mother ripping the door off the oven by trying to move it.

After Sarah finally woke up at about noon, we walked a few blocks to a point where her directionally-challenged mother could find us and pick us up. We went to her house, hung out there for a little bit, and then headed over to the Galleria Mall to go pick up job applications from like thirty stores and fill them all out over the next four hours. It was pretty fun. But extremely boring at the same time.

After all of that job huntingness, we went back to Sarah’s house and watched TV for a bit. Sarah’s mom told me that I could sleep over, but I decided that I better head on home. It didn’t even occur to me until my father had picked me up and driven me home that I had a previous engagement planned for 8:30 the next morning.

I had told the Art Historians Association that I would photograph them for some sort of press release that they wanted to do concerning an art walk they were organizing. I was a bit annoyed at myself for not remembering until 11:30 at night and I decided that it would probably be a good idea to get to bed.

In the morning, I woke up, get dressed, all that stuff, and my mother and I went over to Buffalo State College to meet the gang of art historians / students that I would be photographing. We spent about twenty minutes or so taking pictures, I got invited to this pot-luck dinner they were planning, and my mother and I left and went for a walk in Delaware Park. I hate waking up early, but I really, really love the morning. I felt so accomplished by only noon today!

Later that night, one of the AHA members, Heather, picked me up and we went over to the little pot-luck-meeting-get-together-doodad. It turned out that she was bringing the exact same thing I was bringing to the pot-luck. Bread from Wegman’s. The same exact type of bread no less. The only difference was that I was bringing homemade butter, too. When we got to the little event, we found that basically everybody else brought bread, too. Dr. Atkins would not be happy.

To see the photos I took today in a slideshow, click here. To see them in an album, click here.

Red Day

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Rhiannon up front

Today at school was Class Color Day. Basically, each grade is assigned a different color to wear. The senior color was red. Once again, not too many people came dressed in the appropriate color, but it didn’t really matter. There’s enough red in this photoshoot to make up for it. To see the photos in a slideshow, click here. To see the photos in a new window, click here.

Dress Up

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Hoa and Deion with clothes hangers

Today was school spirit day, but thank goodness not everybody came to school dressed in their horrible senior hoodies like I did. Hoa and I decided to spend all of our free periods taking pictures around the school. Always wanting to find some place new to photograph, we headed into the auditorium and ended up stumbling on a hidden treasure. The school’s costume room! Hidden at the far end of the balcony, we played around with props, tried on outfits, and took some pretty awesome photographs. We ended up getting kicked out a few periods later because apparently we need a teacher present in order to go crazy in the costume room. No bother. We told the principal about it and he’s going to be our chaperone tomorrow.

Because Hoa and I have different gym periods that would have interfered with our whole photoshoot thing, we decided that she should probably go to gym with me. Hoa told the gym teacher that she was leaving for a doctor’s appointment and she came to my class. It was totally awesome because it was a swing day, which basically means a break from doing boring competitive sports. We spent the period learning how to line dance and learned some dance called “Stomp!” It was pretty fun.

To see the photos in a slideshow, click here. To see the photos in an album, click here.

Clash Day

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Hoa leaning on Hanh

Today at school was Clash Day. I was really disappointed that I didn’t bring my camera, because everybody who actually came dressed for the day looked awesome. I tried calling home to have my father drop off my camera, but he didn’t pick up. Hoa, though, in a moment of complete genius, showed up fourth period with a camera from the computer teacher. We spent the next hour and a half asking random people to pose with us in different places all over the school. To see these photos in a slideshow, click here. To see these photos in an album, click here.

An unusually interesting Sunday

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Yesterday night, my parents had this little Saint Patrick’s Day / Saint Joseph’s Day party at our house. I baked cookies, but they came out kinda gross because somebody turned off the oven and we had to keep the cookies in longer than they should have been. I made a salad, too. I thought it was basically going to be the best salad ever and I was going to be all, “I am the awesomest chef ever!!!” But the salad, too, came out kind of crappy. I had mixed greens, candied nuts, dried cranberries, baked tofu, radish sprouts, grapefruit, and a homemade pomegranate dressing. I know, awesome, right? But I think it was because of the slightly rotten greens…. it tasted kind of like air mixed with rotten mixed with basement. Not good.

My sister and I decided to be anti-social for a majority of the party and we stayed in her room talking and eavesdropping on the party using the room-monitor setting on our new phone network. I told her how I thought the new Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie was basically the coolest/weirdest movie ever and I spent about half an hour laying out the entire plot to her.

After a little while, I went to my room and decided to computer it up a little bit. I went into the instant messenger and started talking with Mary. I told her that my parents were okay with me going to New York City with her during spring break as long as we took the train. She was alright with it and since the train tickets are so cheap, she said that Shannon might be coming. I’m totally excited because Mary plus Shannon plus visiting Russell plus New York equals super-duper-fun! We decided that she’d come over the next day and we’d buy our train tickets together.

Meanwhile, I started chatting with Adam. I didn’t know until today that he was in Buffalo for his way-too-early spring break. He told me how he had just come back from seeing V for Vendetta and I was like, “ohmygod! I want to see that movie so badly lets go right now!” And he was like, “I’m down.” And I was like, “Let’s go.”

So I found movie times and we decided to go to the 9:20 showing. On a school night. I’m totally living on the edge. I finished my homework (a cartoon picture of a Triceratops, since, you know, senior year is basically elementary school all over again) and Adam picked me up at about 9:10.

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I should be immune to embarrassment by now.

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My parents really have a knack for embarrassing me in front of their friends. Or maybe it’s that I have a knack for embarrassing myself in front of my parent’s friends. Whatever the reason and whoever possesses all the knackage, I do get into many embarrassing situations that involve friends of my parents.

You know those times. When you think you’re home alone or when you think that your family is home alone. And you do things that you would ONLY do in front of your family. Like running downstairs in your pajamas or walking out of the shower in just a towel, or shouting about something at the top of your lungs….. just to find out that there is some unexpected guest sitting in the living room.

That sort of thing happens to me all the time, probably because my parents are constantly having meetings or fundraisers, or political events with our home as the headquarters. During busy seasons (like my father’s political campaign last year), our house becomes a sort of second home for all of the people involved. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come downstairs into the living room early in the morning or late at night to find some random person doing some sort of job for my parents.

Today, I was awoken by the ringing of the telephone. In a NyQuil-induced stupor, I was unable to move, much less get out of bed to answer the phone. I stayed motionless in bed while the phone emitted an extremely irritating rendition of “Ode to Joy” for the next five or ten minutes.

After about fifteen minutes, I finally was able to crawl out of bed and walk groggily downstairs into the kitchen. Nobody was home. I checked the clock. What the hell, I thought. It’s twelve fifteen. I’ve been asleep for like eleven hours. I slumped back upstairs to my sister’s room to get the portable phone. I checked the caller ID to see who’s calling it was that woke me up. It was my mother’s. I dialed my mom’s phone number and waited. My sister picked up the phone.

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New black and whites

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Tree drops

I finally got the pictures I’ve had in my camera for weeks printed and scanned and online. They go from a few weeks ago when I took pictures of an Art Walk for The Art Historians Association until recently when I took a bunch of pictures around my school. To see all of the new photos I uploaded today, click here.

They’re worse than termites.

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Our home seems to have become the new home to some kind of poltergeist. The kind of poltergeist that takes some sort of sick pleasure in stealing people’s socks and various articles of clothing. Please, Evil-Sock-Stealing-Demon— if you’re reading this, GIVE ME MY SOCKS RIGHT NOW.

I was not only unable to find a decent pair of socks to match my outfit this morning, I was also unable to find any outfit that I liked. You know those mornings where you wake up dead tired and every single piece of clothing you put on your body makes you look butt ugly and you can’t figure out why on earth you bought that thing in the first place? My morning was a little bit like that.

I tried on like three whole outfits before I found one that was mildly satisfactory, all the while cursing out whichever sock-stealing monster had taken all of my good clothing and replaced it with nasty ugly stuff. It didn’t help that while I was in a complete state of despair over my lack of adequate garments, my mother was hovering over me, reminding me that I was going to be late for school.

I finally got to school, went to evolution class, and had three hours of free periods following that. In math class, I discovered, much to my total horror, that I had a hole in one my socks. And it was visible. Because I was wearing clogs. I phased out the rest of the math class trying to hide the hole in my sock by arranging my other foot to block it. It was even harder trying to walk to the bathroom to check on it the next period.

So, basically….. I am super pissed at my personal sock-stealing poltergeist and I am so about to burn his house down next time he tries stealing any of my clothing. And he better give me back those socks that he took.

Oh, well. I didn’t win.

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I stayed home from school today. Partly because the bloggies were today and partly because I really, really didn’t want to present my Triceratops presentation in Evolution class today. It wasn’t exactly the most relaxing stay-home day ever, though. I still needed to wake up early to rush to the post office with my mother to get my new passport worked out before our trip to Mexico. I got my passport picture taken yesterday and I have now sadly joined the thousands of people with the ugliest passport picture EVERRR. I tried to make myself look somewhat presentable before going to the post office so that whoever would have to deal with my passport stuff would see that, “See? I’m not that nasty looking in person! See? You don’t think I’m that gross looking, do you?” I felt kind of horrible and insecure as she stapled the Worst-Passport-Picture-Known-To-Mankind to the form and sent it to God-knows-where to get sorted.

I went back home, tried several times unsucessfully to get into the Bloggy chat room and basically sat around doing nothing for the next few hours. I cooked scrambled eggs and they ended up making me feel sick. I cooked some pasta and made an attempt at homemade pasta sauce. It kind of made me sick, too. I watched a rerun of Ellen, a non-rerun of Martha, and just to prove to myself how bored I was, I watched Family Feud…. which actually wasn’t that bad.

At about two o’clock, I went to the Bloggy site to see why in the heck the chat room wasn’t working for the eight-billionth time and I found that —aha!— the room had been changed. I quickly logged into that room and waited anxiously for the Bloggy winners to be announced. That took like ten more minutes. Finally, some person at the actual ceremony started rattling off the winners like there was no tomorrow. I got really nervous because they were announcing the winners totally out of order so I had no idea when to freak out.

My heart started pounding and I brought the laptop downstairs to show my father. “Here. They’re on. Now,” I said and my father came into the room and watched the screen with me. Best Asian Blog. Best American Blog. Most Humerous Blog. Best Tagline of a Blog…. OMG BEST TEEN BLOG. “Oooooh, this is it!” my father said anxiously.

“And the winner is….. It’s Raining Noodles!”

“Ah, well, there’s always next year,” my father said, echoing the voice inside of my head. I was a little disappointed, but goodness, I really shouldn’t complain. I’ve spent like three years, most of the time that I’ve known about blogging, just dreaming of being nominated for a Bloggy. I know that sounds a little bit geeky, but it really is a big honor. Just to be nominated. Anyway, I thought that Raining Noodles deserved it. She certainly updates her site with writing more frequently than I do.

To celebrate me losing the Bloggy, my family took me out to Saigon Cafe, this really great Thai/Vietnemese place. I told everybody at the table to order spring rolls, because they were the best tasting things ever and I ate like ten of them the last time I was there. My sister turns to me and says, “you know that the spring rolls have meat in them, don’t you? They have chicken.”

“What? No they don’t!” I flip through the menu, and sure enough, the spring rolls have not only chicken, they have shrimp, too. “Oh, God. I knew they were too good to be vegetarian. I’m surprised I didn’t throw up. I thought that all spring rolls had no meat! I’ve been ordering spring rolls from our Chinese place forever!” I had to end up going with the meat-free (but not as good) summer rolls.

After that, we went to Rite Aid to drop off some pictures that I’ve had stored in my camera for ages. Hopefully I’ll have those online tomorrow. I really need to get cracking on my content if I want to get the nomination come Bloggy season next year!