its Monday.
Another week.
2 months left of the school year, and next week is Spring Break. Yay! I'm looking forward to summer. I'm going to get a job, take English and Philosophy online, (hopefully) travel to Washington DC for about 2 weeks, and spend another week at Patrick Henry College participating in their International Relations camp. I'm excited. Of course.
I'm thinking about college, as always. its hard to believe that in a month I'm taking the SAT's, and than this summer i'll be starting on my applications. I'm planning on applying to American University, George Washington U, Georgetown, PHC....and we'll see. I want to be in Washington more than anything, I think. I don't know. New York has its perks too. But I'm not sure how much the city life is for me. In DC, I envision myself being able to have my city life-- go shopping, go to museums, go running in the mornings through the National Mall, eat in cafes, be cultured--and than still be able to drive (or Metro) out to Alexandria or Williamsburg where stuff is laid back. There's just something about it that I love and want to have. Between the three DC schools there's so much to consider. I don't even know where to begin. I suppose applying first would be a good start.
I left my headphones at home this morning. :-( So no music today.
This morning I got to get dressed up like a ballerina and 'teach' a little class of preschool girls at the preschool co-op at church. They were adorable: all dressed up in ballet clothes. I knew a few of them from various events. I decided I want a little girl.
Spring break....yay. I wish I was going somewhere, elsewhere.
I love when people say they are "done" with something. I took to saying this oh so charming phrase a few months back. Its so illogical though. One usually says it at the end of a rant "I am so done with...." But really. Your not done. Your never done. As long as something bothers you- you aren't done.
But now, I'm done
with this post.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
a quiz, because its been a while
What is your name?
Natasha Victoria (I do have a last name)....or Tashi as I seem to be referred too most.
What do you wish you were named?
My favorite name is Emma Rose. I don't know if I wish that were my name, but I love it. And use it at Starbucks.
What hair colour were you born with, and what colour is your hair now?
I looked exactly like Barbie's little sister, Kelly, at about 3. Platinum blonde hair. Thankfully, its now a honey blonde. (I don't want Barbie hair, really)
Pick one food and one drink to survive off of for the rest of your life.
Iced vanilla coffee and pasta. (I pretty much survive exclusively off this anyhow)
If you could be one woman, who would you be and why?
I kind of like being myself; but I really like Betty Ford. And Audrey Hepburn.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
First, a campaign manager. Than, a white house intern. Eventually, chief of staff. Than, a senator. Sometime in there throw in mommy, lawyer, journalist, and college professor.
Where do you live? Do you like it there?
I live in suburbia. If you have ever seen the movie "Stuck in the Suburbs" it should have been filmed here. I love the city. i love culture. as such, I do not love here.
Do you ever feel like a cliché? Why?
oh yes. I am such a teenager. I want to get out of here, I want to be 'free', I want to change the world.....
Describe one person who broke your heart in four words.
gentleman, handsome, kind, thoughtful, perfect.
What do you like to do?
Talk to friends, dance, write, read everything, watch movies. model. read.
Who do you think are the most stylish people?
Audrey, of course...other than that, I dunno really. The Stylish Wanderer, perhaps.
Who is your favourite designer?
Chanel and Marc Jacobs.
You have no budget. What are your favourite stores?
Urban Outfitters, Nordstroms (Marc, Betsey Johnson), JCrew, Banana Republic
You have a budget. What are your favourite stores?
Forever 21, American Eagle, Buffalo Exchange, thrift stores, Marshalls/Ross
Name one fashion item that you can’t live without.
red heels. the best touch to any outfit.
Tell us three things that make you beautiful.
my multidimentional personality, my eyes, my ability to make the most mundane things memorable
Favourite colour?
pink, red, turqoise
Favourite band to listen to?
as of now, Plain White T's and Coldplay.
What music inspires you the most?
the above, John Lennon, Mozart, Relient K...everything really.
Natasha Victoria (I do have a last name)....or Tashi as I seem to be referred too most.
What do you wish you were named?
My favorite name is Emma Rose. I don't know if I wish that were my name, but I love it. And use it at Starbucks.
What hair colour were you born with, and what colour is your hair now?
I looked exactly like Barbie's little sister, Kelly, at about 3. Platinum blonde hair. Thankfully, its now a honey blonde. (I don't want Barbie hair, really)
Pick one food and one drink to survive off of for the rest of your life.
Iced vanilla coffee and pasta. (I pretty much survive exclusively off this anyhow)
If you could be one woman, who would you be and why?
I kind of like being myself; but I really like Betty Ford. And Audrey Hepburn.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
First, a campaign manager. Than, a white house intern. Eventually, chief of staff. Than, a senator. Sometime in there throw in mommy, lawyer, journalist, and college professor.
Where do you live? Do you like it there?
I live in suburbia. If you have ever seen the movie "Stuck in the Suburbs" it should have been filmed here. I love the city. i love culture. as such, I do not love here.
Do you ever feel like a cliché? Why?
oh yes. I am such a teenager. I want to get out of here, I want to be 'free', I want to change the world.....
Describe one person who broke your heart in four words.
gentleman, handsome, kind, thoughtful, perfect.
What do you like to do?
Talk to friends, dance, write, read everything, watch movies. model. read.
Who do you think are the most stylish people?
Audrey, of course...other than that, I dunno really. The Stylish Wanderer, perhaps.
Who is your favourite designer?
Chanel and Marc Jacobs.
You have no budget. What are your favourite stores?
Urban Outfitters, Nordstroms (Marc, Betsey Johnson), JCrew, Banana Republic
You have a budget. What are your favourite stores?
Forever 21, American Eagle, Buffalo Exchange, thrift stores, Marshalls/Ross
Name one fashion item that you can’t live without.
red heels. the best touch to any outfit.
Tell us three things that make you beautiful.
my multidimentional personality, my eyes, my ability to make the most mundane things memorable
Favourite colour?
pink, red, turqoise
Favourite band to listen to?
as of now, Plain White T's and Coldplay.
What music inspires you the most?
the above, John Lennon, Mozart, Relient K...everything really.
zig-zag, cross the floor, shuffle in diagnol
I spent nearly an hour yesterday trying to teach myself the Hannah Montana "Hoedown Showdown Dance"
it took about 10 times of following along the youtube video for me to even look like I was doing anything close to the hoedown showdown....
nevertheless, i can't wait for the movie. yes, i am pathetic.
it took about 10 times of following along the youtube video for me to even look like I was doing anything close to the hoedown showdown....
nevertheless, i can't wait for the movie. yes, i am pathetic.
i wish i could drive because than i could fly
"there is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered"
--Nelson Mandela
--Nelson Mandela
you are what you love
...so I am an umbrella.
OMG, this is SO awesome: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBlgZbQIio66POO2s2buea-9yAT_20d4dmspi-LgxD3T9mDRAL4YBDBuC5P0xxND02DPoZzdVs4TwdwUG4Y5jVB2r47PNp3oOS4vB3y0YJbyy6AqsYjM2mB3qHfq3CML2miJ0vcvHCT07e/s1600-h/pedicab5.jpg
they rented pedicabs for their wedding to carry all the guests about! How cool is that???
I've never taken a pedicab, though they abound in San Diego. *New life goal: Ride pedicab*
OH! So the best day of my life happened on Friday:
About 14 months ago, I became the proud owner of red polka-dot rainboots and a polka-dotted umbrella. They were beautiful, and I did a photoshoot with them in the pouring rain. That night, I went to church and accidently left my umbrella in the foyer. I realized my mistake 10 minutes after leaving, and rushed back to the church. To my dismay, the church was now locked. I called my friend Taylor and her dad (who works at the church) promised to check for me the next day.
No luck. I than checked the lost and found on Sunday. No luck. I checked on Wed. No luck. I checked twice a week for nearly five months. (In this time I returned numerous Bibles to people who had lost them--karma, people..JK) I told the story of my missing baby to anyone who would listen. Every time it rained I lamented the story of my poor umbrella to all who would listen. I spent days standing in the rain, getting soaked, looking up at the sky...all the time wondering "where are you? how could you go?"
My faith in humanity was nearly shattered. Who steals a polka dot umbrella? From a church? When its raining?? What is the world coming too? I know, people murder other people everday. But to steal a little girl's umbrella? *How could you be so heartless?* My hope was gone; yet I never bought another umbrella. I toughed it out in the rain. (my classmates have told me I look like a wet dog...)
And, than, on Friday night, I went to a Chasing Cadence concert at church. The music was great, Bethi got to go, and we were all just singing and hanging out. Fabulous stuff. (I really liked the outfit I threw together, another plus). We took a short intermission about half way through and I went to get some tea. I come back and am making my way back to the "mosh pit" when, on stage, the drummer comes out from backstage twirling a polka dot umbrella over his shoulder.
That moment was one of those you see in movies. When the entire world is running past you in chaos but all you see is your one true love. And than- I screamed at the top of my lungs, and the moment was broken. I ran onto the stage and was like "Ohmygoshthat'smyumbrellailostitmonthsagoanditsmyfavoritethinglikeverohmygoshthankyousomuch!!!!"
the drummer, who is now my greatest hero, gave me a high five and handed my umbrella to me, where it stayed in my arms the rest of the night.
the craziest parts of this:
-had the umbrella stayed in the lost and found one more week, it would have been taken to the Goodwill
-some of my friends had seen the umbrella back there, yet not attributed it to me. (its okay, lesson learned: the next time you lose something, make LOST: posters)
-had the drummer merely seen the umbrella back there and had a chuckle, than left it, i would not be in the state of joyous reveling that I am in now, and for forever.
I am so blessed.
oh, and thank you mr. drummer dude. you probably think i am out of mind; but you have changed my life forever.
OMG, this is SO awesome: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBlgZbQIio66POO2s2buea-9yAT_20d4dmspi-LgxD3T9mDRAL4YBDBuC5P0xxND02DPoZzdVs4TwdwUG4Y5jVB2r47PNp3oOS4vB3y0YJbyy6AqsYjM2mB3qHfq3CML2miJ0vcvHCT07e/s1600-h/pedicab5.jpg
they rented pedicabs for their wedding to carry all the guests about! How cool is that???
I've never taken a pedicab, though they abound in San Diego. *New life goal: Ride pedicab*
OH! So the best day of my life happened on Friday:
About 14 months ago, I became the proud owner of red polka-dot rainboots and a polka-dotted umbrella. They were beautiful, and I did a photoshoot with them in the pouring rain. That night, I went to church and accidently left my umbrella in the foyer. I realized my mistake 10 minutes after leaving, and rushed back to the church. To my dismay, the church was now locked. I called my friend Taylor and her dad (who works at the church) promised to check for me the next day.
No luck. I than checked the lost and found on Sunday. No luck. I checked on Wed. No luck. I checked twice a week for nearly five months. (In this time I returned numerous Bibles to people who had lost them--karma, people..JK) I told the story of my missing baby to anyone who would listen. Every time it rained I lamented the story of my poor umbrella to all who would listen. I spent days standing in the rain, getting soaked, looking up at the sky...all the time wondering "where are you? how could you go?"
My faith in humanity was nearly shattered. Who steals a polka dot umbrella? From a church? When its raining?? What is the world coming too? I know, people murder other people everday. But to steal a little girl's umbrella? *How could you be so heartless?* My hope was gone; yet I never bought another umbrella. I toughed it out in the rain. (my classmates have told me I look like a wet dog...)
And, than, on Friday night, I went to a Chasing Cadence concert at church. The music was great, Bethi got to go, and we were all just singing and hanging out. Fabulous stuff. (I really liked the outfit I threw together, another plus). We took a short intermission about half way through and I went to get some tea. I come back and am making my way back to the "mosh pit" when, on stage, the drummer comes out from backstage twirling a polka dot umbrella over his shoulder.
That moment was one of those you see in movies. When the entire world is running past you in chaos but all you see is your one true love. And than- I screamed at the top of my lungs, and the moment was broken. I ran onto the stage and was like "Ohmygoshthat'smyumbrellailostitmonthsagoanditsmyfavoritethinglikeverohmygoshthankyousomuch!!!!"
the drummer, who is now my greatest hero, gave me a high five and handed my umbrella to me, where it stayed in my arms the rest of the night.
the craziest parts of this:
-had the umbrella stayed in the lost and found one more week, it would have been taken to the Goodwill
-some of my friends had seen the umbrella back there, yet not attributed it to me. (its okay, lesson learned: the next time you lose something, make LOST: posters)
-had the drummer merely seen the umbrella back there and had a chuckle, than left it, i would not be in the state of joyous reveling that I am in now, and for forever.
I am so blessed.
oh, and thank you mr. drummer dude. you probably think i am out of mind; but you have changed my life forever.
Friday, March 20, 2009
how do i get better once i've had the best?
What would have on your headstone?
Here lies Princess Tashi
What's your dream car?
I have one for each stage of my life. Currently, I'd like a mini Cooper. That would get me through college. I'd than like a BMW...preferably red. I would than like a Cadillac Escalde to hall the kiddies about. Than a Jaguar for my mid-life crisis. And than, a Bentley for my elderly years.
)Q Is pornography morally wrong? Yes. Aside from morals (which are important, lol)..really. Its disgusting.
Write the opening line of a wonderful novel:
Once upon a time there lived a beautiful princess named Natasha. She got married, became First Lady, and lived happily ever after. (There, I wrote the whole book).
What's the best music video ever?The Love Story music video is one of my favorites (Taylor Swift).
Q If you had a big win in the lottery, how long would you wait to tell people?
About five seconds. I don't really keep stuff like that to myself.
Do you carry a donor card? Why (or why not)? No. I can't donate blood without parental consent, and my mom won't give consent becuase she is (quite acurately) convicned that if I did donate blood I would faint dead away immeadielty following.
Where would you like to retire? Paris.
Q What is something you wish you were better at doing?
Math. It would make my life so much easier. Or remembering facts.
Q. What colour do you prefer your pens to write?
Pink...
Are babies cute?
Oui, Oui. So adorable.
Q Do you subscribe to a magazine? If so, what?
I get some stupid dance magazine. daddy's getting me a subscription to Newsweek. I'd love a subscription to Vogue, but alas.
Q What's your favorite shape?
Lack thereof. OH! You mean as in geometric shape. Heart.
Q What was the last thing you used a microwave for?
Making bombs *AHEM* cooking potstickers.
Q What book are you reading?
The Communist Manifesto, Karl Marx. Along with Foucault, a book about child abuse, The Feminine Mystique, and Sense and Sensibility.
Q Do you like rollercoasters?
Yeah. I just feel incredibly sick after a day at Magic Mountan. I'd rather go sky diving.
Q Which came first – the chicken or the egg?
The chicken.
Q Cite a song lyric that means something to you:
how do I get better once I've had the best?
Q What's the best photo you've ever taken?
Hah. They all pretty much stink. But I have one of the castle at Disneyland that I love.
Q Write a new couch gag for the opening credits of The Simpsons
Out of all the things I despise, The Simpsons is near the top. Along with Family Guy, King of the Hill, South Park and all those equally inane shows.
Tell me a knock knock joke
I don't know any. :D
Describe yourself in five words:
Intelligent, silly, adorable, discontent, insightful.
Q Who should play James Bond now that the role is vacant?
Christian Bale or James Franco.
Q What comic book (or cartoon) character would you be? Why?
ideally, Belle. I love to read, I enjoy dancing through fields singing. However, someone told me I would be the babysitter from the Incredibles. Gee. Thanks.
What's the oldest thing you own?
Myself. Or Frisky, the stuffed dog I've owned since I was three.
Q What's your favourite word?
Love, fabulous, whimsical.
Q What word(s) do you hate?
Ya know. I HATE when people say "ya know?" when speaking. IT DRIVES ME CRAZY. NO. WE DON'T KNOW. THAT'S WHY YOUR TALKING.
Here lies Princess Tashi
What's your dream car?
I have one for each stage of my life. Currently, I'd like a mini Cooper. That would get me through college. I'd than like a BMW...preferably red. I would than like a Cadillac Escalde to hall the kiddies about. Than a Jaguar for my mid-life crisis. And than, a Bentley for my elderly years.
)Q Is pornography morally wrong? Yes. Aside from morals (which are important, lol)..really. Its disgusting.
Write the opening line of a wonderful novel:
Once upon a time there lived a beautiful princess named Natasha. She got married, became First Lady, and lived happily ever after. (There, I wrote the whole book).
What's the best music video ever?The Love Story music video is one of my favorites (Taylor Swift).
Q If you had a big win in the lottery, how long would you wait to tell people?
About five seconds. I don't really keep stuff like that to myself.
Do you carry a donor card? Why (or why not)? No. I can't donate blood without parental consent, and my mom won't give consent becuase she is (quite acurately) convicned that if I did donate blood I would faint dead away immeadielty following.
Where would you like to retire? Paris.
Q What is something you wish you were better at doing?
Math. It would make my life so much easier. Or remembering facts.
Q. What colour do you prefer your pens to write?
Pink...
Are babies cute?
Oui, Oui. So adorable.
Q Do you subscribe to a magazine? If so, what?
I get some stupid dance magazine. daddy's getting me a subscription to Newsweek. I'd love a subscription to Vogue, but alas.
Q What's your favorite shape?
Lack thereof. OH! You mean as in geometric shape. Heart.
Q What was the last thing you used a microwave for?
Making bombs *AHEM* cooking potstickers.
Q What book are you reading?
The Communist Manifesto, Karl Marx. Along with Foucault, a book about child abuse, The Feminine Mystique, and Sense and Sensibility.
Q Do you like rollercoasters?
Yeah. I just feel incredibly sick after a day at Magic Mountan. I'd rather go sky diving.
Q Which came first – the chicken or the egg?
The chicken.
Q Cite a song lyric that means something to you:
how do I get better once I've had the best?
Q What's the best photo you've ever taken?
Hah. They all pretty much stink. But I have one of the castle at Disneyland that I love.
Q Write a new couch gag for the opening credits of The Simpsons
Out of all the things I despise, The Simpsons is near the top. Along with Family Guy, King of the Hill, South Park and all those equally inane shows.
Tell me a knock knock joke
I don't know any. :D
Describe yourself in five words:
Intelligent, silly, adorable, discontent, insightful.
Q Who should play James Bond now that the role is vacant?
Christian Bale or James Franco.
Q What comic book (or cartoon) character would you be? Why?
ideally, Belle. I love to read, I enjoy dancing through fields singing. However, someone told me I would be the babysitter from the Incredibles. Gee. Thanks.
What's the oldest thing you own?
Myself. Or Frisky, the stuffed dog I've owned since I was three.
Q What's your favourite word?
Love, fabulous, whimsical.
Q What word(s) do you hate?
Ya know. I HATE when people say "ya know?" when speaking. IT DRIVES ME CRAZY. NO. WE DON'T KNOW. THAT'S WHY YOUR TALKING.
instead i'm losing it...
My friends call me an airhead. One of my best friends tells me about 40 times a day that I'm stupid. I always protest that I really am not stupid. Really. See, its not that I'm stupid. So yeah, I can't put on a bracelet without help. I miss the trashcan every time I try to toss my coffee cup in. I use words at the wrong time, or I have extremely brilliant thoughts that I can't put into words. I fail math, geography, and vocabulary quizes. I never turn things in on the right day (I just charm my teachers into not taking off points...)
But I'm not stupid. I mantain fabulous grades in the classes I care about (and at least B's in the others. Last semester would be the exception to all this). In my spare time I read the LA Times, Newsweek, The Economist, and WORLD. (Unlike Ms. Palin, I know the publications I read). I read a ton, actually. I'm actually well educated and informed. My life does not just consist of fashion, coffee, music, and dreaming of my Prince Charming. That's just the part that gets shown off more. I do so much more than skip around town in fancy dresses. Really. :D
I woke up 15 minutes before I needed to be at school today. I had a black camisole on, and over it I threw on a blue striped DKNY shirt that happens to be my father's. I rolled up and buttoned the sleeves, tucked the extremely long ends into light blue skinny jeans, and threw on some comfy Target hats. And a pearl bracelet and black beret before running out the door. My hair is kind of nice and yet gross at the same time. (Leftover hairspray and wavy curls).
Now, to make this story more effective, you have to understand yesterday. Yesterday I woke up an hour and a half before school. I curled my hair, I carefully pulled out black stockings, a black dress, black wedges, a charcoal Calvin Klein blazer, and dug through my jewlery box for jewelry. I did my makeup- more than the powder and mascara that seems to it lately. I made an effort.
Yesterday, one person told me they liked my outfit. Today? Probably 10 people.
And its not about compliments to me, so I don't really care, but this happens all the time (to everyone, I know) and it makes me laugh. As long as I'm not wearing a Hollister henley and UGGs everyday; I love what I wear.
I love Friday's. Especially when I get out at 11. I want to go shopping. I want money. I want Grandpa. :D I actually do want to go visit my grandparents. I miss them.
I'm debating the shorts delimna. Things like shorts, in my mind, require plannning. You cannot just throw on a pair of shorts. You have to shave, and use lotion, and hope that you're still in shape. In the words of the most hilarious story ever told to me "We do not just rush into things like...wearing shorts. We have to pray about this."
But I'm not stupid. I mantain fabulous grades in the classes I care about (and at least B's in the others. Last semester would be the exception to all this). In my spare time I read the LA Times, Newsweek, The Economist, and WORLD. (Unlike Ms. Palin, I know the publications I read). I read a ton, actually. I'm actually well educated and informed. My life does not just consist of fashion, coffee, music, and dreaming of my Prince Charming. That's just the part that gets shown off more. I do so much more than skip around town in fancy dresses. Really. :D
I woke up 15 minutes before I needed to be at school today. I had a black camisole on, and over it I threw on a blue striped DKNY shirt that happens to be my father's. I rolled up and buttoned the sleeves, tucked the extremely long ends into light blue skinny jeans, and threw on some comfy Target hats. And a pearl bracelet and black beret before running out the door. My hair is kind of nice and yet gross at the same time. (Leftover hairspray and wavy curls).
Now, to make this story more effective, you have to understand yesterday. Yesterday I woke up an hour and a half before school. I curled my hair, I carefully pulled out black stockings, a black dress, black wedges, a charcoal Calvin Klein blazer, and dug through my jewlery box for jewelry. I did my makeup- more than the powder and mascara that seems to it lately. I made an effort.
Yesterday, one person told me they liked my outfit. Today? Probably 10 people.
And its not about compliments to me, so I don't really care, but this happens all the time (to everyone, I know) and it makes me laugh. As long as I'm not wearing a Hollister henley and UGGs everyday; I love what I wear.
I love Friday's. Especially when I get out at 11. I want to go shopping. I want money. I want Grandpa. :D I actually do want to go visit my grandparents. I miss them.
I'm debating the shorts delimna. Things like shorts, in my mind, require plannning. You cannot just throw on a pair of shorts. You have to shave, and use lotion, and hope that you're still in shape. In the words of the most hilarious story ever told to me "We do not just rush into things like...wearing shorts. We have to pray about this."
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