Demiurgic's journal

It was probably a dangerous idea to give me an open journal assignment because they usually turn into very long rants about the seemingly nothingness of the world before us. That is what I am best at: sitting and observing. Hmmm, I’m actually not that sure if that is “what I’m best at,” but I happen to do it a lot, and that is a common saying that many tend to use.
I’m in Starbucks right now. I finished my Java Chip Frappuccino about an hour and a half ago; that was a disappointing moment in my life. I always come in, and say “Grande Java Chip Frappuccino, no whip,” and to no avail, it comes with whipped cream. I don’t have anything against whipped cream; I actually am pretty fond of the frothy concoction (tangent: if you want to try the best whipped cream in the whole world, go to The Cheesecake Factory; it’s like they put drugs in that stuff). However, as I was waiting for my coffee one day, I decided to fondle the nutrition chart. I had discovered that putting whipped cream on top of a drink adds and extra 100 calories. That breached upon the triple digits. So I did the math… I would usually get a Mocha Frappuccino, which is about 300 calories without whipped cream. So having whipped cream on the frappacino three days consecutively would add up to a whole frappuccino. I’m not even watching my weight that much, but I’m not trying to blow my brains out with crap at the same time. Everyone seems to be on some kind of diet these days. It’s funny though how the people on the diets are never the ones who need to be friends with Jenny Craig.
My Starbucks’ history goes a couple years back. It started Junior year of high school when I got my car. I went to Starbucks every morning before school to get my frappuccino… mainly because the morning is not my friend. During senior year, I would do the same, and as I waited for my drink I would always read the headlines of the newspapers. That’s how I got my current events education for the day, and believe me, that’s about as much as I could take since Bush got into office. The problem with senior year was that I couldn’t drink my signature frappuccino in English class because the teacher wouldn’t allow it. Junior year, my morning class was Chemistry, and my teacher didn’t care because we always had class in the lab. She basically said to cover my drink when we use the acid. I always had thought that was good advice. People got to know me by always having a frappuccino in hand.
Anyway, I would hide it in my backpack everyday for the first semester. But the time came, the walrus said, during second semester when our classes’ concentration was on Moby Dick. You also have to understand that this English teacher was a really cool teacher in general; it was the administration that wouldn’t allow me to have my drink in the library- where our English class was held. So I went up to my teacher and argued that since Starbucks probably got their name from the character Starbuck from Moby Dick, it was only appropriate that I could drink my frappuccino in class. Much to my surprise, she reluctantly said “Yes!” I felt like I beat the system. It wasn’t as simple as I put it; I had a long list of reasons to why I should be able to have my drink, but I decided to give you the Reader’s Digest version.
So how did I get to this splendid UCI Starbucks? Well, it would be rude of me not to answer your question now that you have asked it. I was searching and searching for the perfect place to study. I tried working in the dorms, but there was too much music, chaos, and friends to interrupt me. Next, I found out about the study room. Once again, too noisy; it was more like those watering holes you see on animal planet where all the animals are happy, drinking their water, and than… CHAOIS!!!! That’s because a predator came to gobble them up. And for some reason, the UCI crows were so loud from that room. It was as if I was in Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds” but with less blood and more ketchup (if preferred: catsup). Someone mentioned to me that the library was a good place to study but the outside of the science library looked to cold… and tall. Plus, libraries tend to be quiet, and that kind of freaks me out; I also tend to fall asleep when there is not some kind of outside distraction such as music or Jumungi stampedes. So one day, when I forgot to pay my housing, the school cancelled my meal plan (and threatened me with eviction), and I ended up at Starbucks. I brought my book with me, and before I knew it, several hours had stealthily passed. So now I’m here scraping whipped cream off the top of my drink, thankfully getting some homework/studying done for finals week.

I learned recently that I have to write three college essays during the summer. However, my life isn't that exciting, I'm sure, like many other high school seniors. Except, those seniors all manage to write their essays, good or bad. Eventually, I will write mine about my boring life... my art school intellectual acheivement, my challenges of karate, and my contribution to the UC system of bringing my clothes donation program to the programs at the school.

There are three questions(two questions should be 200 words at most and one should be 600 at most):
1. What are challenges you've have faced, and how did you deal with those challenges.
2. What attributes would you bring to the UC system.
3. What is one of your most prized intellectual achievements.

I picked my topics, but it is difficult for me to write about them because they are perhaps the most boring topics I could have chosen. I don't know how to put a wonderful spin on them. I want to write interesting approaches to my topics (mabye a story, or swicthing from one event to another throughout the essay until it becomes unraveled into an all-powerful thought-proking essay). But I can't bomb my college essays just because I want them to be more interesting.

Anyway, I was just wondering what topics you guys wrote when you were going through this process.

This post was edited by Demiurgic on Jul 22, 2004.

I have decided to update my car by putting a wide range of bumper stickers on it. I have been researching bumper sticker pop culture. I've learned about Emily (the dark hair girl)and semper fi and all that stuff. I'm going to get all my favorite bands, the emily sticker and her cats, a few mystic stickers (just cool drawings), Darwin fish, and others. I do however have a question, I have been trying to find the meaning of "Fukengruven." So if anyone knows, do tell. I apoligize if the meaning is perverted, in that case, please erase this.

The reason I write about pigeons so much is because it is the only bird you ever see in Los Angeles. Anyway, they always fly into the road light and block the color of the lights by making camp. Then I got to thinkin'. What if the birds chose to nest there? Which color would they choose to nest in: red, orange, or green? I wouldn't nest by those damn colors because I would never get to sleep. But if I had to choose a color, I would chose orange because it stays on the least amount of time....There are also left turn arrows, blinking ped. lights, and what not, what would you choose?

I did a clothes drive for the homeless on Sunday evening, and after the clothes drive, we (my mom, her friend, grandma, and me) always go out to eat. It is now a ritual for my grandma to always get a apple martini everytime we go out, which isn't much. So pretty much, she doesn't care where we go out to eat as long as it has an apple martini. We went to a BBQ place with the best bread in the world (die-and-go-to-heaven bread). Anyway, we sat at the bar, waiting for our table, and Colleen (mom's friend) and my grandma order a apple martini (I ordered a water with cherries in it because I like to tie the cherry stem with my tongue... not for purposes your thinking of however). Colleen noticed a lot of the drink left over in the martini shaker and told the guy to leave it with them instead of throwing it out, so he did. This is where she went wrong. Before we knew it, grandma drank her drink and the left overs from the shaker. It was the most hilarious scene the rest of the night. She kept on saying she wasn't drunk, but she kept laughing at nothing and moving because she was dizzy. We commented that we like "drunk grandma" better, and she laughed.

I'm taking art classes for summer vacation, and I finally found a school as flexible as me. Mabye a little too much. The first day, everything was in order, but Tuesday, the school was closed. I was perplexed because it was supposed to be open 30 minutes ago, so I left. Today, the same thing happened, but this time when I was about to leave, I saw a girl come and open up. I followed her in and told her I was new and that I didn't quite understand the scheldge (can't spell.. stupid "d" "g" placement). She said it started at 9:30 (when I showed up) but the teacher is always 30 minutes late, so I might as well show up at 10:00. I noticed along in the day that this was understood by all the regulars.

I was listening to a conversation at art school, and these people were talking about the place being haunted. They said if you stay there till 12:00 midnight you will start to hear footsteps and doors opening and closing. And all I could think of was if we were in a different time zone, would the ghost show up at 11:00pm or 10:00pm instead of exactly midnight (bewitching hour)?

Listening to Dandy Warhols, Get Off (One of the best songs ever.. download if you get a chance!)

This post was edited by Demiurgic on Jul 01, 2004.

I've been driving down La Brea a lot lately, and I always stare at a particular sign. It is one of those electronic signs that hang over the road. The "sign people" (I've always wondered about them also, but that is not the point) usually put traffic updates like "Hollywood Blvd. will be closed on Tuesday," but lately it has just been saying, "Watch the Road." I never watch the road when I come up to that sign because it is a clear distraction to any driver. So why would they have a distracting sign saying "Watch the Road?" Wouldn't it be easier to turn the sign off, then there would be nothing to look at.

Farenheit 9/11 is coming out tommorrow. I'm looking forward to seeing it. I love Moore.

My brother is home for a week from college. He is hogging the internet. It irritates me. This is like my only 30 minutes today. He is always scrimming with his friends. If he keeps it up, he is going to have a "Half-Life" (joke).

Oh, wonderful! Here is the lovely dog that has come to visit me. Ohhh, look, he has made an exit at the cat food tray. But, of course, he will get back on the freeway and visit me. Why is he turning around? Where is he going? I'm sure he is coming back to visit dear ol' Genie. ... ...

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