truly madly deeply
One of these days, livejournal is going to expand itself and become a forum for all this change, and people wll post really witty and significant commentary, and the internet will become revised...

maybe I've been reading too much in the ender's series.

I thought that I've waited a few days without posting anything significant, and perhaps I really ought to update life happenings. Not to say that anything particularly interesting has hit home, but it's nice to know the gods have not forsaken me entirely. ha.

Besides the fact that I'm entirely swamped with work, without motivating myself to do any of it, I have to say that I'm pretty content. I'm feeling under pressure, but not from school. Memorizing my oratorical speeches, my lines, and closing arguments just in case. So much memorization, I mean really really a lot. Perhaps I ought to put my speech lines on notecards. That was pretty effective for closing arguments. Anyways, this entry is actually meant to be fairly informative, and if not informative, then at least meant for reading, not for my own posting purposes. So I'll move on from this entirely disinteresting subject. but the theater warlord has spared my life and give me a part in the show. it's sloppy seconds. and tracey isn't in it. and i feel terrible. but spite and contempt for mainstage must be reduced by the fact that life has handed me an opportunity and I must accept and work it with grace and ability. Dear Mainstage, I will indeed play Mrs. Stanley as to the best of my ability, and will not be spiteful. sincerely, ashlee tran. moving on. Theme of the year. college? already? please? I really cannot handle this whole blahdeblah failing calc and chem thing without knowing that I must pass so I can graduate high school in order to go to college. "full acceptance is contingent upon your graduation from high school." ay. Although I did have a vicious dream last night about lily and a camera, HRC conference, not waking up early enough, badly cooked shrimp that looked like brains, and baked goods. I woke up this morning to a) my mom asking whether or not I had to get up at 6 today for the conference (no. but she woke me up anyway), and b) to a plate of baked goods sitting on the counter, including a cake made by my father, who never does things like that. I took a slice of the chocolate cake and immediately spat it up. I should've known. For the amazing chef that my dad is, he can never bake anything that's remotely plain.

Needless to say, the pineapples and oranges covertly hidden on the bottom of the cake, covertly made it into the bottom of the garbage.

Puh-tewy. Oh papa. Next time let me bake.

My room felt stuffy yesterday, as it still does, so I opened the window. Wide. Let the air and sun really stream into my room. Of course I became freezing almost immediately, but that's really irrelevant. THe real point is that perhaps spring is finally coming, that winter has left us, and that I can bask in the sun and forget about all of this mess we affectionately call life. I really wish it were 3598259 degrees out, and that I was on the green, helping out with the festival, or painting some small child's face. oh love love love love. and I meant the painting small child's face as in face painting for fun parade times, not for ritualistic sacrificing of small children. oh dear. other important notes. orson scott card signed my book, shadow of the giant, which also made me sob. and I saw robots with leah and kev last night. "im made of afraidium, it's yellow, and tastes like chickeeeeeennn." mmmm


I think my cat deserves a photo. the heater is on and she's curled up against it.
that's sometimes all I ever need, something warm, someone warm, to curl up against, and to fall asleep.