Gelgels

those 2-hour long phone convos with my best friend make my life.

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 17:54:08 -0800

It’s been a long week, and I finally got a chance to talk to my best friend Billy. It’s incredible how we can go a week without a phone call and pick up right where we left off. I’m so grateful that even though we go to different schools (rivals, at that), we’re still incredibly close. He knows things about me that I’ve never told anyone, and I know a little bit too much about him as well.

Our phone conversations are entirely too long, but also too short. My dad always balks at the cost of our 3-hour phone convos when he sees my phone bill.

“WTF Just happened?”
“Sorry, my phone kind of sucks.”
(LOL, We both have iPhone 3G)

“It’s so weird when you tell me this stuff now. Like, I’ll hear it, but I can’t picture it.” “Why? Because i’m kind of like your little sister?”
“Yeah, kinda!”
“Just think about other things about me. Like how I’m an adorable nerd, and I love post-its, and how I eat my hamburgers upside down. Aw, aren’t I cute and innocent.”
“You’re ridiculous.”

“Here’s the thing: We’re not saying supes.”
“Here’s the thing: I hate you. Haha, Aime just laughed at me.”
“Here’s the thing: Supes is awful.”
” ‘Here’s the thing, Gels: If you say supes, I’ll hang up on you.’ “
“Here’s the thing: Pretty much.”

“You asked for a tour of the house? You’re such a whore!”

"I took a chance, I took a shot And you might think I’m bulletproof but I’m not You took..."

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 17:19:41 -0800

“

I took a chance, I took a shot
And you might think I’m bulletproof but I’m not
You took a swing, I took it hard
And down here from the ground, I see who you are

I’m sick and tired of your attitude
I’m feeling like I don’t know you
You tell me that you love me then you cut me down

And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak
Makes me run for cover when you’re around

And here’s to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you’re doing to me
Tell me, why?

You could write a book on how
To ruin someone’s perfect day
Well, I get so confused and frustrated
Forget what I’m trying to say, oh

I’m sick and tired of your reasons
I got no one to believe in
You tell me that you want me, then push me around

And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak
Makes me run for cover when you’re around

Here’s to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you’re doing to me
Tell me, why?

Why do you have to make me feel small
So you can feel whole inside?
Why do you have to put down my dreams
So you’re the only thing on my mind?

I’m sick and tired of your attitude
I’m feeling like I don’t know you
You tell me that you want me then cut me down

I’m sick and tired of your reasons
I’ve got no one to believe in
You ask me for my love then you push me around

Here’s to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you’re doing to me
Tell me, why? Why? Tell me, why?

I take a step back, let you go
I told you I’m not bulletproof
Now you know

”

- “Tell Me Why”, Taylor Swift

"Feels like I’m fallin’ in love, when I’m fallin’ to the bathroom floor."

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 18:09:24 -0700

“Feels like I’m fallin’ in love, when I’m fallin’ to the bathroom floor.”

- “Stella,” All Time Low

"Why are you such a cliche?"

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 21:03:45 -0700

“Why are you such a cliche?”

- Billy, re: my halloween costumes

i miss mah frands.

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 20:59:44 -0700

"Where did this one half come from? How can a constant be destroying us?"

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 01:16:05 -0700

“Where did this one half come from? How can a constant be destroying us?”

- Patrick

Angela Navarro: OMG HI

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 15:16:00 -0700

3:10:53 PM Angela Navarro: OMG HI
3:12:26 PM Nick Merrill: HI
3:12:40 PM Angela Navarro: whats up
3:15:36 PM Nick Merrill: mm
3:15:38 PM Nick Merrill: makin a mixtape
3:15:39 PM Nick Merrill: you?
3:15:45 PM Angela Navarro: listening to super mash bros and coding
3:15:51 PM Angela Navarro: YOU KNOW, THE USHJ
3:16:05 PM Nick Merrill: WHY YOU'RE MAH FRAEND
3:16:14 PM Angela Navarro: :D
3:16:29 PM Angela Navarro: oh, us.

what? we're losers? meh.

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 22:38:44 -0700

10:33:10 PM Nick Merrill: chance of snow tomorrow
10:33:11 PM Nick Merrill: WUT IS SNOW
10:33:14 PM Nick Merrill: DO I SMOKE IT
10:33:18 PM Angela Navarro: LOLLLL
10:33:22 PM Nick Merrill: OR DO I SNORT IT
10:33:26 PM Nick Merrill: DON'T GET IT LEMME KNOW
10:33:28 PM Angela Navarro: HOW DO YOU SNOW?
10:33:35 PM Angela Navarro: IS IT LIKE A VERB OR SOMETHING
10:33:46 PM Nick Merrill: IS SNOW AN OPTION ON MY COMPUTER, IF SO, WHERE IS THE PREF PANE SO I CAN TURN IT OFF?
10:35:53 PM Angela Navarro: IS SNOW SOME SORT OF NEW GADGET
10:35:59 PM Angela Navarro: DOES IT RUN ANDROID?
10:36:17 PM Angela Navarro: DOES IT HAVE AN EXCLUSIVITY CONTRACT WITH A CELL PROVIDER?
10:36:24 PM Nick Merrill: lolz

lol comp sci jokes.

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 00:43:56 -0700

Professor: So if you want help with your program, either bring your laptop into office hours or put the files onto a flash drive or a CD-ROM.
Me: Lol, CD ROM
Guy 1: Haha, just put it on a floppy disk.
Me: Yeah, no big deal, I'll put it on a zip drive.
Guy 2: I'm actually going to burn it to an 8-track.
Guy 3: No, I'm going to put mine on punch cards.
Me: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA punch cards...

guy in my math and comp sci classes: So...do you remember my name?

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 11:24:18 -0700

guy in my math and comp sci classes: So...do you remember my name?
Me: No, I'm so sorry!
guy: It's Nate.
Me: Nate. Wait, really?
guy: Yeah, it's like the most un-Asian name ever. I don't know why my parents chose Nathaniel over like, Kevin.
Me: Haha, well I'm Angela. Did you remember my name?
guy: Yeah.
Me: Oh no, now I feel awful!

my cheer ribbon.

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 11:22:28 -0700

Patrick: If I pull this, will it come off?
Me: HMM, Why don't you try it?
Patrick: [pulls ribbon] Huh. That didn't work.

First history lecture

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 13:00:13 -0700

Student 1: Do you have lecture notes?
Prof: No.
Student 2: Well, THAT'S obvious.

"God, I hated Ms. Moore! She was such an afro-devil!"

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 21:16:49 -0700

“God, I hated Ms. Moore! She was such an afro-devil!”

- Patrick

"You broke that? You’re such an ox, dude."

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 00:51:04 -0700

“You broke that? You’re such an ox, dude.”

- Patrick

new.

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 18:38:04 -0700

I move into college tomorrow. It’s been awhile since I talked about UCLA, so here’s the deal:

I’m living on-campus in a suite with 5 other girls. I share a room with two of the girls, and there’s another room with the other three. We share a bathroom and living room.

I’ve been waiting so long for this day. For the longest time, it was the day I finally got rid of my parents and would have freedom to do what I wanted, without being stopped by their over protection and traditional, conservative principles. For awhile, it seemed like this day would never come, because my friends were going off to college weeks before me.

All of my stuff is loaded into the minivan, so the only thing left is to eat dinner, shower, sleep and hope that the van makes it over the hill [with all my crap] to UCLA.

I’ve just realized that my “oh, don’t throw that away, it’s sentimental” philosophy has led to me accumulating a LOT of crap over the past 18 years. Right now, my room is pretty empty. Everything is either in the trash, on my bookshelf, or in the minivan waiting for tomorrow.

Next post, I’ll be a college student!

Things i got in the mail today

Fri, 04 Sep 2009 13:52:55 -0700

Packages from Amazon, containing an eye mask for sleeping in the dorms

The latest issue of Teen Vogue

A birthday card from State Farm, my insurance company

An envelope of information about all the Pilipino clubs at UCLA

"Dad, on Understanding Why Women Do the Things They Do: “One has a better chance of squeezing..."

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 01:46:10 -0700

“Dad, on Understanding Why Women Do the Things They Do: “One has a better chance of squeezing the universe onto a thumbnail.”“”

- Special Topics in Calamity Physics

"Though lovable…Jade was nevertheless one of those people whose personality proved to be bane..."

Sun, 30 Aug 2009 21:06:06 -0700

“Though lovable…Jade was nevertheless one of those people whose personality proved to be bane of modern mathematicians. She was neither a flat nor a solid shape. She showed no symmetry at all. Trigonometry, Calculus and Statistics all proved useless. Her Pie Chart was a muddle of arbitrary wedges, her Line Graph, the silhouette of the Alps. And just when one listed her under Chaos Theory—Butterfly effects, Weather Predictions, Fractals, Bifurcation diagrams and whatnot—she showed up as an equilateral triangle, sometimes ever a square.”

- Special Topics in Calamity Physics

"I hated myself, standing there in the hallway, next to the Turner and Zach still hovering on the..."

Sun, 30 Aug 2009 20:08:25 -0700

“

I hated myself, standing there in the hallway, next to the Turner and Zach still hovering on the edge of his dry canyon of a kiss.

“You have something on your mind,” he quietly observed. The kid was Carl Jung, fucking Freud.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said harshly, taking a small step backward.

He smiled. It was incredible; his face had no expression for anger or annoyance, just as some Native Americans, the Mohawks, the Hupa, had no word for purple.

”

- Special Topics in Calamity Physics

"There’s no education superior to travel. Think of The Motorcycle Diaries, or what Montrose St...."

Thu, 27 Aug 2009 00:46:30 -0700

“There’s no education superior to travel. Think of The Motorcycle Diaries, or what Montrose St. Millet wrote in Ages of Exploration: ‘To be still is to be stupid. To be stupid is to die’ And so we shall live. Every Betsy sitting next to you in a classroom will know Maple Street on which sits her boxy white house, inside of which whimper her boxy white parents. After your travels, you’ll know Maple Street, sure, but also wilderness and ruins, carnivals and the moon. You’ll know the man sitting on an apple crate outside a gas station in Cheerless, Texas, who lost his legs in Vietnam, the woman in the tollbooth outside of Dismal, Delaware, in possesion of six children, a husband with black lung but no teeth. When a teacher asks the class to interpret Paradise Lost, no one will be able to grab your coattails, sweet, for you will be flying far, far out in front of them all. For them you’ll be a speck on the horizon. And thus, when you’re ultimately set loose on the world… I suspect you’ll have no choice but to go down in history.”

- Special Topics in Calamity Physics