Dramatic Monotony

Thursday, May 30, 2002

::dances around in excitement::

I have a job. At Express.

Monday, May 27, 2002

Here ya go, yet another quiz. Prepare to worship.


I am 71% worshipable! And you? Find out!

Sunday, May 26, 2002

The cheesy theme song from "Same Time, Next Year" is driving me batty.

Sorry about the lack of updates, people. I had a rather momentous weekend, actually. I graduated from high school. There's a lot I want to say, a lot I need to say, a lot I could say.... but right now, I don't feel like typing or even recollecting. It was good. But not how I pictured it. It was dignified. But not stirring. It was fun. But not extraordinary.

I don't know... I'm just trying to find a job. And that forefront isn't working out too well. I've had plenty of interviews, but I haven't really had any good leads. Next stop? Best Buy. Perhaps I could actually put some of my gadget knowledge to use?

BTW, the class of 2003 at SBS sucks major ass. What delinquents. Of course there are exceptions, but for the most part, I'm glad to be rid of them forever.

Thursday, May 23, 2002

"People" by Depeche Mode

Here's another quiz!

What prep label are you?

I don't even know what that brand is. But the description sounds fun.

I'm off to see Monsoon Wedding in a bit with Anna. Yay! And the job search's... well, it's going.

Monday, May 20, 2002

At this moment, A Knight's Tale plays in the background

I really liked About A Boy. As Hugh Grant ages, he just becomes more charming. I saw it last night with David at the 10:30 showing. Even though the projector flickered constantly, the seats were a bit sticky, and my stomach was roaring with hunger, I thoroughly enjoyed this movie-going experience. Kudos!

David was over at my house, selling Cutco knives to my parents. Well, my mother bought an extensive set of Cutco knives almost 30 years ago... and last night, my parents bought another set. Evidently, I'm blessed with the old knife set... so watch out LA! I'll be cooking up a storm with my fine cutlery. Woohoo! I'm already looking for recipes for next year.

That's about all that's going on. I don't really like A Knight's Tale. The whole post-modern feel of this movie certainly doesn't appeal to me. The scene at the dance... I just cringed for a full ten minutes afterward. Pastiche, in this case, did NOT work.

Thank God for Drew Casper. Even though he's the devil.

::stops laughing hard enough to post this::

I'm Dawson's Creek!
What WB drama are you?

Here's the description. It's surprisingly apt, except for the last couple of lines: Like the kids in on the creek, you play cool, using those two dollar words and acting way more mature than someone your age. Even though you are usually calm and collected, you are also sensitive, especially when it comes to love and your goals. You are very ambitious, so it's often that you are found with you laptop/Palm Pilot/cell doing business or whatever. You have a slight(!) tendency of being whiny, but people obviously overlook this because so many people wanna be your main squeeze! Which explains how you've been linked at one point with almost all of your friends from the opposite sex. Like Joey, you sure do get around!

Radiohead's "How to Disappear Completely" currently flits through my head

WARNING: Silly ramble ahead. Be prepared to laugh at my stupidity!

I used to think I was special, a unique individual in a world of billions. No one else could be quite like me. No one else would want to be like me. I could rest assured in this notion. Everything in my formative years contributed towards this idea. My parents constantly affirmed my free spirit. My teachers taught me songs about the importance of standing against the crowd. Even in the midst of the terrible years of middle school, I never wanted to behave exactly like anyone else. I always just concentrated on what I liked doing and that was it. Then, at the end of my 8th grade year, this all changed when I tried out for the high school drill team. I met a girl named Ginny.

Now to put this in perspective, let me describe myself. I'm about 5'9ish, long legs, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, round face. Let me describe Ginny. She's about 5'9ish, long legs, dark brown hair, brown eyes, round face. Physically, we're very similar, so it was natural for the other girls in drill to give us the nickname of "twins." Strange thing is, we thought a lot alike too. Even though she was a senior when I was a freshman, we bonded instantly. We always had something to talk about... After she graduated, we rarely get a chance to see each other, but when we do... well, it's still "twinkie time!" For example, today one of our good mutual friends had her wedding shower. We show up at the same time. We both spend an inordinately long time trying to decipher the numbers of the houses in order to find the correct home. We each buy Sarah a cookbook, on the suggestion of our mothers... I rest my case.

But seriously, we're not exactly alike. Perhaps I'm exaggerating the extent of these coincidences. I'm still confident in my own unique personality but I write about this experience as a suggestion for my readers... be on the lookout for your "twin." They might be out there. And it's always fun trying to find them.

Sunday, May 19, 2002

"Pure Shores" by All Saints

I've gotten a brief taste of what graduation will be like... Second Baptist had a special banquet and church service for the graduating members of my class. And it felt sweet to be wearing that cap and gown... And it will feel sweet to finally have a bit of closure on that part of my life. I know I did the right thing, in leaving my high school. I felt bitter towards most of the people, most of the traditions, and most of the faculty. That's certainly not a formula for a successful year. By heading to USC, I left that environment before those cynical feelings became permanently ingrained in my memory. So now, I look back at my time at SBS with a certain fondness that I doubt I would've felt before. I've come to appreciate quite a bit of what I formerly disdained... perhaps that's just a part of growing up. Forgiving the flaws and cherishing the triumphs is just a natural progression towards maturity. Nostalgia isn't such a bad thing, but I need to stop torturing myself with the possibilities of "what if I stayed?" On Friday, it will all be over, permanently.

Continuing on this theme of introspection and self-discovery... I saw Life As a House today. I really rented it because I'm intrigued with Hayden Christensen. Let me explain... unlike the vast majority of female viewers of Episode II, I did not think he was "hot" or "sexy" or even really "handsome." His acting was mediocre, his hair was horrendous, and his physical appearance was, well, lacking. Yet when the camera was on him, I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. He has some sort of onscreen magnetism, an indefinable allure that makes me want to probe. His charming smile? The intense glimmer of his eyes? His choice of intonations? I don't know. But I want to soak him up in an attempt to try to understand my own preoccupation.

I'm like this with all boys, now that I think about it. I don't have a "type" that I'm attracted to, per se. The physical aspects vary widely, from skinny skater boy to buff all-American god to slightly-chubby musician nerd. Yet every male that I've ever had feelings towards has possessed this same mysterious quality. He's not quite ordinary. He's a bit off-kilter. Something is just a tad strange, a tad enigmatic. I want to study, examine, watch. In my own way, I attempt to crack the code, find out why he ticks, solve the mystery. I want a challenge... and to return to my original train of thought, Hayden Christensen challenges me.

I think to see Attack of the Clones again.

(BTW, Life as a House was a good movie. Kevin Kline was phenomenal. The story was a bit predictable, and the plot was filled with events that sometimes seemed too convenient, but the characters themselves were believable.)

Friday, May 17, 2002

I thought this was appropriate....

which Episode II character are you?

Probably the greatest Jedi Knight of all. Like Obi Wan, you are wise and keep your feet on the ground at all times. You will not be outsmarted by anyone. You are always faithful to your friends. Be careful though, danger lurks around every corner - you could even be betrayed by those closest to you.

The Star Wars opening crawl music drifts through my mind...

So, I finally saw Episode II... it was a full theater, and it was PACKED! The crowd was very excited to be there, and at times, I was too. I cheered at all of the awesome movements... I booed at the evil villains... and I cringed at the romantic scenes and the stilted dialogue. Visually, I was awestruck... but I just wanted to re-write almost every world that come out of each character's mouth. But I reserve judgment until I can see it again. But so far, I'm feeling rather positively about it.

Still no job... I'm looking, though. I've filled out a lot of applications... I'm going to fill out a lot more, I can tell. I thought I had a good prospect at The Gap, but they still haven't called me back, so that's a bit disappointing. In a couple of days, I'll call to see if they're still interested.

Oh, and I didn't fail out of USC... HALLELUJAH! I still have a scholarship... I'm pumped. Really.

Thursday, May 16, 2002

Strangely enough, I'm having another music-less moment. Bear with me.

It's 100 percent official now... Jennifer Anne Noble is an idiot.

Let me explain how I reached this conclusion: So, on Monday, I decided that I wanted to buy my Star Wars: Attack of the Clones tickets early. That's the only proper thing for a fan to do... I wanted to assure a seat in the excellent theater of my choice. I decided that Friday would be a good day... so, I buy my tickets online and it's a snap. I rest easy...

Then I realized that AOTC opened on Thursday, and I missed the a whole day's worth of viewing pleasure... I was disappointed, but still confident in my reserved seat.

Tonight at ten o'clock, I went to check my confirmation email. And I realized that my ticket was for THURSDAY. I wasted fifteen dollars, but more importantly, I WASTED A CHANCE TO SEE AOTC ON OPENING DAY! Needless to say, I started crying.

And this is why I'm an idiot.

The sounds of silence... sound good.

Well, it's been a long time since I've posted. For various reasons. But... dare I say? I'm back now! I can't type for too long. I've got to get dressed and go to the doctor in... oh, about twenty minutes. But still. It's good to be back.

I've missed this outlet...

Oh, yeah, and the project isn't posted. Don't follow that link. I had... um, other situations to deal with before I could do such a thing.