Ba~ack!

Yes, I'm back from LA. Friday was me and my brother in Disneyland, casually avoiding scary roller-coasters and doing much driving at Autopia.

We strolled around Pomona and drove around UCLA. No, we don't know how to visit colleges. (Plus it was the weekend, so visitor-center was closed, etc.) Instead we were interpretting the atmosphere and personality of the colleges from the architecture. Mom's verdict: "UCLA has red brick buildings like Berkeley, but more organized. Therefore semi-liberal and not as crazy as the Berkeley people." "Pomona is like a miniature Stanford! Very preppy. A greenhouse flower, very fragile. Where's the nightlife?"

I've been online for so long today. First I took Jess and Karen's friend tests. (and failed Karen's). Yay! Jess is online again! Woo happy second-semester-senior-ness.

Then I caught up on all the LJ, plus Tochi's SoF update. (Zhu and Mao chick-fight!) I really liked the quote, "I'm 4000 years old, I can look whatever age I want". Yeah, Hou! Tony's so sweet, trying to make sense of this who god thing. At first I thought he was working on his newspaper article b/c the words are written horizontally. Oh well.

Then of course I read the hilarious The Very Secret Diaries of the Fellowship, laughed my head off and scared quite a few people in the process.

Erg, I really really want to read a good fanfic. But I can't find any. Either that or I'm too lazy to go look, and too untalented to filter through 10 gallons of trashy fics to find the good ones. Oh well, might as well go sleep.

On the subject of Journal-writing...

Hmm... Lately my mom's been very sensitive and perceptive in regards to my life and feelings and whatnot. I'm wondering if that is the result of her reading my LJ. (Yes, she does, and yes, I gave her permission. She's such a sweetie. ::waves hi to mom::) Therefore I feel a need to clarify a few things here. A disclaimer, if you will.

You all know that I tend to over-exaggerate/over-simplify things in my ordinary conversation. And I write in LJ the way I talk. (with all the little funky mannerisms and bad grammar) Also, my journal entries aren't intended to be deep and thoughtful like Nicole's, cute like Catherine's, or as interesting and fun as Jeanne and Karen's. It's just supposed to be me ranting about nothing in particular.

Therefore, you're not supposed to take this seriously.

There, I said it. That's the disclaimer found in the middle of all this ranting. LJ is where I joke around and make fun of my life. (It doesn't seem like it, but it is. Most of the time.) It's not a place for me to reveal deep dark secrets, (Wait, I don't have any... darn.) Nor is it a place for me to make deep reflections on anything in particular. (Sushu? being deep? Isn't that why she avoided AP English in the first place?) No, this is just my superficial little frolicking place. (in other words, a place where I can at least pretend that everyone listens)

And what was the point of this whole long rant? No, unfortunately I'm not going to change the topics of my future entries. This is merely a disclaimer that you can't really take my LJ seriously, just like you can't really take me seriously at school. (I guess it's different for my mom, b/c I'm semi-serious at home. Occasionally.)