2007-12-13 2:13 a.m.
Red Head
As far as applying to study abroad, well, I still haven't turned my application in. Bad me. It's not that I haven't been thinking about it. I have. But I'm still waiting on that other letter of recommendation to arrive. Fortunately. I've found out that, as long as it's in by January 20th, I'm almost guaranteed a place in the program. So huzzah for that.
And I ended up getting one of the "official" copies of my birth certificate. I called my mom in a panic after I wrote my last entry, and persuaded her to go to the Los Angeles County Registrar's office and get a copy for me that day. I got it the other day; I'm going downtown tomorrow to properly file my application.
Hopefully they don't give me any issues about my hair color being listed as brown on the application since, in a fit of spontaneity, I died it red tonight. I don't really know why I did, it just seemed like a fun idea. I was helping one of my housemates die her hair red, and there was an extra box of color left over, and she asked if I wanted it. My first thought was something along the lines of "My mom will shit a brick" - so I said sure. An hour later, I had dark red hair. It's not the most even or professional looking job, but I think I kind of like it. We'll see how I feel about it a week or two from now, but if all else fails, I can just re-dye my hair back to its normal brown. It was a "permanent" hair dye, so I'd have to color it back to a color close to my natural one, but that's still okay. I'm not overly concerned with it. My hair's gotten really long though, and I like it that way, or else I'd probably just cut it off once the roots started to grow out; hence why dyeing it back is the only option.
As I said, hopefully our ultra-anal passport people don't give me hell about it. Especially since I'm probably going to dye it right back anyway after my mom freaks out on me. Mwahahaha.
I'm looking forward to going home. I get to see my friends, who I've missed horribly. Not so enthused about seeing the family, but that's a different issue, too.
I'm making everyone gifts this year, mainly because I am broke. Well, not entirely broke, just saving my money for trying to go to Europe. Since the dollar is crashing through the floor compared to the pound and the euro, it's in my best interest to save as much money as I possibly can for my trip next year.
I WILL go, even if it kills me.
I'm even planning on working two jobs this summer, and possibly doing some babysitting on the side. Ick. But I need the cash, and so that's what I'm going to do. Even when I'm in England, I'm going to do all the paperwork so I can have a student job while I'm there, because I really can't afford it no matter if I save the maximum possible from one summer of working. Next quarter is going to be busy enough as it is what with five classes and an internship (a normal workload here is three classes per quarter, to give you an idea what I'm doing to myself).
Let's just hope I don't inadvertently kill myself in the process.
There was more I was going to say, but I can't remember what.
Oh, and even though I wasn't tagged, I saw this on Sleepy Jane's page while I was getting caught up with other people's journals, and decided to steal it:
FIVE THINGS
Five Things I Just Don’t Get:
1. Why are conversations about religion and politics more awkward than conversations about sex?
2. Why can people never identify the patterns they continually repeat, when if they could just see that they always make the same mistake, they'd be able to make themselves happier?
3. Why do people go so crazy over celebrities? It's not like they know them, so why do they care?
4. Why is hurting others so easy to do, but repairing damage (even when you didn't cause it) is so difficult?
5. Why are the best, most heartfelt, and most profound conversations ALWAYS either: 1. at 3 AM or 2. cut short by something happening (or both)?
Five Things, Other Than Money, I Wish I Had More Of:
1. Inspiration
2. Love
3. Adventure
4. Time
5. Faith
Five Least Favorite Words or Phrases:
1. ALL Internet chatspeak. It just bothers me! (brb, g2g, l8r, and so forth)
2. "That's so gay." Gay is not a synonym for stupid, boring, awful, messed up, etc.
3. "Shit." I don't object to the use of profanity, but I just don't like the way this word sounds or something. And yet for all that, I use it a lot.
4. "It's all in God's hands", "Jesus loves you", "I'm praying for you"...things in that vein. I have no problem with Jesus or religion in general, but I'm not a Christian. I wish people would accept that and leave me alone about it.
5. "Bitch, please." Just annoys me.
Five Famous People I’ve Spoken With In Person:
Kinda random, but...
1. Ben Christo and Chris Catalyst: guitar players in the band The Sisters of Mercy. I met them on their world tour, "The Sisters Bite the Silver Bullet" almost 2 years ago.
2. The all-girl music group "Eden's Crush" at their first (and I believe only) CD's release signing when I was 12. A few years later, one of the girls from that band went on to be one of the founding members of the Pussycat Dolls.
3. Tobey Maguire's stunt-double for the Spiderman films. Repeatedly spoke to him, actually, since he was a common substitute teacher in my high school. Apparently stunt doubling for short, flabby, white guys doesn't bring in much cash in Hollywood.
4. Frank Warren, founder of the PostSecret Project on the book signing tour for the most recent PostSecret book, A Lifetime of Secrets this past October.
5. Angela Davis, infamous former member of the Black Panther Party and general Civil Rights historic figure. She's pretty bad-ass, AND she was one of my professors last year. She teaches history of consciousness here in Santa Cruz.
I'm sure there are more. In fact, I know there are more, since I grew up in Hollywood, but nobody really left much of an impression on me except the guys from The Sisters of Mercy, Frank Warren, and Angela Davis. I only recall Eden's Crush because it was a huge deal among kids at my school at the time, and Tobey Maguire's stunt-double made the list because he taught in my school on occasion. So yeah.
Five Things I Do Nearly Daily That I Don’t Enjoy:
1. Wake up early.
2. Homework.
3. Listen to people whine and complain about things that really aren't all that bad.
4. Talk to my mother.
5. Pretend like I'm a normal person.
Five Things I Wish I Had The Chance To Do More Often:
1. Stay in bed, basking in the sun and reading a good book or drawing.
2. Go on road trips to concerts in far away cities. Or just go on road trips in general.
3. Laugh until my belly hurts and tears are streaming down my face and I can barely breathe, and so I have to keep from looking at the people around me, because seeing them laughing will just start me off again.
4. Go to carnivals, renaissance fairs, Disneyland, costume parties, etc. - anything where I don't have to be myself for a day.
5. Have those wonderful moments of unspoken connection with other people, where words aren't necessary for you to understand each other completely.
Five Things I Have Actually Done That Sound Like Lies:
1. At 19 years old, I have never been in a relationship, never had sex, and never been kissed. Nor have I ever been drunk (or even had more than a single sip of alcohol) or high, or smoked a cigarette.
2. I ended up next to a rock band's tour bus in an alley in a strange city because of an asthma attack, and then met same rock band because of said asthma attack continuing.
3. I've recovered memories of past lives lived in other places and (obviously) times on our earth. The vividity of these memories, and the fact that history corroborates them, and the fact that my best friend told me about her own memories without knowing mine and they fit together perfectly assures me that, despite my attempts to believe otherwise, they're probably real. I've been a high priestess of an ancient religion, the sister of a queen, a slave girl, a gypsy, a pirate, and a cabaret dancer, and those aren't even all the lives I have fragments of - just the most vivid and well-recollected.
4. I gave my best friend a vibrator for her eighteenth birthday as a gag gift, while we were in a church. In the same church, while playing a white elephant Christmas game, I gave a youth group leader a thong. I'm known for the mischievous gifts and acting on other people's bad ideas.
5. I wrote a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. Go me.
