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6.25.2004
revenge
Two nights ago was the Universal Studios employee summer party. I didn't get off work until 9:00 but the party started at 7:00 so my parents took the metro to Universal to meet me. Only one guest was allowed into the park, so my dad and I rushed in to get in line for the ride-- the revenge of the mummy. It has been advertised as a psychological thrill ride so I was a little scared about getting on. It turned out that I had plenty of time to ease my fears. We stood in line for 2.5 hours because the ride broke down when we were near the front of the line. Except for my feet being tired from standing during work and in line, I didn't mind so much. We unfortunately missed out on the rest of the party, specifically the free food.
Instead, I got to evesdrop on the people around me. The two guys, probably early twenties, in front of me were wearing all abercrombie, including their sandals. They were loud and annoying and played games on their full color cell phone screens as they waited. The two guys behind me looked like 20-30 year old brothers. The one that worked at Universal reminded me of Chris Martin and Michael Vartan combined. They were talking about tv shows and some list of 25 movies. They were angry that "Finding Forrester" and "Searching for Bobby Fisher" were included and not some of their favorites. I thought it was funny because, although I liked "Finding Forrester," I consider "Searcing for Bobby Fisher" to be the most dull movie that I have ever watched.
I don't really want to criticize the ride too heavily. I'll just say that it was way too short. Just when you think it is beginning, it is over. Other than that, it was fun and met my expectations. It was also less scarying than I feared. It reminded me of a combination of Indiana Jones and Space Mountain, but not quite as wonderful or involving as either.
Yesterday, I convinced my parents to go to Hollywood (wo!) for the Los Angeles Film Festival. We ended up watching this documentary type film called "Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus." It was enjoyable and renewed my interest in music with southern influences. Afterwards, we went to eat at Mel's Diner on Sunset. I went there to eat, what I consider to be, the best tuna melt that I have ever had. My memory had not failed me. I couldn't figure out what they mixed in the tuna to make it so moist and tasty, as it was not mayonnaise.
Lyndsay's keys to a great tuna melt:
1. Moist, quality tuna
2. Something green (at Mel's it's onions and celery)
3. Not too much celery
4. Cheddar cheese
5. Buttered rye bread
I was supposed to go clubbing with Xi at Tigerheat when I got home, but he wasn't feeling well. Too bad, as I haven't been in a long time, and it was free.
Earlier today, I found the this game while searching for graphics for trio tees. It's fun and includes plenty of hip Shag graphic.
6.22.2004
and the beet goes on
yea, we got the beet!
Hi. I am back from my vacation away from my computer. No, no actual vacation, but I have been rather internet inactive for the past week or so. That explains but does not excuse the unanswered e-mails and my disappearance from the world of AIM.
I've been spending my time working, going to school, and hanging out. My two friends Karina and Sharon were home last week (sadly, just one week!) and I went on adventures with them to IKEA, to watch the movie "Saved!" (with Lillian too), and to eat Indian food. Now they are back at their respective colleges.
Gaurav was in Santa Monica. He contacted me about a week ago but I haven't heard from him since. I'm not sure if he is still around for me to visit with him.
I saw the greatest shirt the other day at Target. Apparently they are now carrying yum popshirts. I couldn't find the one I saw to post, so you get a beet instead. The one there was an apple core with a face and underneath it read "hard core." I couldn't stop laughing at it. They also had a "give peas a chance one." I stopped myself from buying it as I really don't need any t-shirts but I am a sucker for the cute and may return.
Other notes:
While at Pasadena City College, I walked around to watch the contruction of the new parking structure while waiting for my class. To my surprise I discovered a bronze horse sculpture just like the one at Whitman. This made to oddly excited. That was a while ago and today I stumbled upon a book about Deborah Butterfield, the artist, while looking for a book on printing inks. I did not know that much of her work is cast at the Walla Walla Foundry. I think that I am more impressed with my home/Walla Walla when I am away from either one.
After kicking myself repeatedly for deleting "King for a Day" by Green Day from my computer, I discovered that I had downloaded it before I had this computer. Now all I have to do is transfer my old school music from my old one.
Yesterday, in my graphic communications class, which is basically a class about the history of print, I learned what a camera obscura is.
The best part about working my 1 day working at the candy store at Universal was getting to listen to the Willy Wonka soundtrack repeatedly.
It's mixed CD time again. This time I do not have any theme in mind. Normally I revolve my mix around an object or idea rather than an emotion. For example, my past mixes have included fruit, day vs. night, summer, and travel. I might challenge myself this time around.
6.08.2004
6.07.2004
6.06.2004
Today is Karina's birthday. I wanted to post some photos of her in honor of it. Sadly, I discovered that despite us being friends for over half our lives, I don't have many photos of her in my computer. Here's one the best from the 4th of July last year. In order: Karina, Christine, Sylvia, Robert, (and Lillian's back) playing slap jack.
Here's Karina making a funny face on my birthday last year. If only I had my scanner working, there would be better photos.
If you see this and are embarassed by it, let me know Karina.
6.04.2004
testing, 1, 2, 3
I found this photo on Eric's livejournal the other day. It's my favorite of the month. I am posting it to test out this Hello photo blogging program. For more information, click on the cute little icon to the right --->
6.03.2004
old fears
Yesterday, I went to Pasadena City College to obtain my new student ID so that I could take advantage of their libarary. I was excited to go to the library and have new books. I was not anticipating the trama and fear that resulted from my fear.
First, I drove around the campus twice to figure out exactly where to park. Then I realized that the students there must still be in school. It was packed. Everyone was trying to come or go. I felt like I was at a real university. Imagine if I had gone to a UC. Worse yet, I felt like a prospie, totally out of place. I didn't know where to go, but I didn't want to show it. Also, because I thought that I might go to old town afterwards, I was decked out in this tank top and polka-dot skirt AND reef sandals. Eek. I felt like a Whitman student on a 75 degree sunny day. Well, most of the girls were wearing long jeans and t-shirts. Some girls were even wearing sweatshirts (or as I call them, jackets). It was like high school kids.
My experience with fear scared me more than the immediate feeling itself. Why was I not afraid to work in a crowded Universal Studios Citywalk but so afraid to walk through the campus? Then it hit me-- these are my peers. At Whitman, I don't care if everyone thinks that I'm a weirdo. Here, I cared. What if I saw someone from my high school (and I did)? What if they stopped to talk to me? What if they found out that I am just taking one summer session class, not for credit but for fun, and that I really go to a out-of-state liberal arts school? I suddenly reminded myself of my mom who told me she disliked being in crowds. Before this, I did not understand why. At the end of the day, I realized that I am really going to turn into her when I said to myself, I am overwhelmed and tired and need to go home.
When I was there, it turned out that the ID card place was closed from 2:30-5:00 so I had to leave and come back. I didn't want to go far, so I spent 2 hours at Aardvark's and then Michael's. I wish that I could take Elizabeth and Eric to Aardvark's. Elizabeth would love the old dresses and Eric would like the plaid pants and I would find a Professor Wade shirt or dish out the money for an authentic bowling tee. At Michael's I bought acrylic paint to experiment with t-shirt making. Expect photos of my projects.
I felt silly also, without a backpack, carrying 4 library books back to the car. At least I now have 4 good books to read. I'm working on "Cannery Row" first.
While making the mix for Nate, I found 3 tragically unopened CDs: Buddy Holly, Carl Perkins, and the greatest hits of Herb Albert and the Tijuana Brass Band.
Right now, I am enjoying my favorite recently discovered band, calexico.
6.01.2004
Which of these shoes are not like the others?
The plain, dull, solid white one, in case you couldn't tell.
Today, I went to Universal Studios for my job interview. I am now going to work retail inside the park. This is exciting to me, as I have never worked before. Today, I also got to drive on the freeway all by myself for the first time. Guess what? I survived. Take that mom and dad. :)
While I waited for my interview, this guy about my age tried to talk to me. It made me less nervous to talk to someone. He told me that he had worked as a grocery bagger for 2 years and hated it. He also told me a bagger secret. He said that he always smashed bread and if he didn't like the customer, he would squeeze their bananas. Worse yet, his managers taught him this "trick." Now I am warned. If your bananas are bruised, think back to your grocery store bagger person and take note.
Anyway, going back to the materialistic focus of my journal as of late, I was going to talk about shoes.
Good thing: I have a job.
Bad thing: I have to purchase all white shoes.
If you know me (my live journal name is the shoe girl for that reason among others), then you know that I take great pride in my shoes. I like my shoes to have lots of color and, more importantly, lots of character. Therefore, I cannot stand to buy plain white shoes. To counter the boredom of white, I thought of buying a cool brand of shoe like converse or vans. Then I realized that I cannot stand to pay $50 for plain white shoes when the money could go toward high tops that match the colors of my blog (see above).
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I don't have work for another week, so freedom (in other words, lots of movies) til then.
Today I watched two very different, but both enjoyable, movies. The first was "Drumline." As a sort of drummer, I was amazed by the drum and dance sequences. I was also impressed by all of the practice and choreography that must have gone into the film. Also, the forver 7-Up spokesperson guy, Orlando Jones, did an excellent job in a dramatic role. One of the best parts was the short step sequence performed by the love interest's sorority. A group called step africa came to whitman last year. Before that I did not know what stepping was. Now that I do, I am just amazed by it.
The second movie, "the secretary" was even better and I would highly recommend it. It is a story about love and discovery. In a way, it is like "Harold and Maude." Some how, I felt like I was able to identify with the character. In that, I am not in any way trying to say that I understand what it's like to be a masochist or that my life is as difficult as hers. There was just something in her that reminded me of myself.
It seems like over these 2 days, my friends are on the move.
My parents are gone to Colorado.
Tuan's leaving to cannery work in Alaska.
Eric's off to New York.
And Huyen (and Prawin?) should be in our house by now.
Tomorrow, out on the town (and to the library) in Pasadena.
