I was encouraged to start a blog after camp, and although this kind of does sorta count as one, I have made a wordpress account. Come and read! http://www.dianasu.wordpress.com.

I still have attachments to this journal, just because LJ has been much easier and familiar to use than wordpress. SO I will continue this journal for more "personal" entries. If that makes sense. Also, how do you make this friends only?

Such boundless pleasure
We've no time for later now
You can't await your own arrival
20 seconds to comply

Well, I'm a senior now?


I've missed taking pictures. Finally got around to it this morning after a jog. I think I have a camera fetish for plants.

Yeah. I thought by this time I'd be really focused and buckle down on what I really need to do. But in all honesty? College is still in a faraway kingdom in the back of my mind. School doesn't start for two months; I'll vegetate all I want.

I've been trying to keep up running everyday so I don't lose every muscle I gained during season. It's a bit weird that I haven't been going to volleyball practice... I feel like I'm guilty of ditching or something. But for now, I've decided I'm not coming back to it next year.

I haven't had a really idle summer since junior high. Everybody's off doing internships and such... and I'm watching season 2 of House. Oh well.

"What sort of girlfriend would you like?"
"One that says yes."



(Anyone notice that judge Amanda always looks like she's trying to pose for a magazine shoot? She's always trying to pull this pensive look or something...)

If I died and went to a chickflick filmmaker's nerd heaven, I'd probably see this guy. Something about him is just WAY too nerdy to be true... I have yet to meet anyone with a horrible slouch who sounds like Kermit the Frog and wears that get up at school--and I have seen my fair share of "nerds".

Anyway, the sad thing is that people were judging him before he said anything (Okay, I was judging him too) but then all of sudden it was okay because he's making fun of himself, and we like that about people! It was funny because he's saying the exact things that all of us were probably thinking.

Which brings me to that overnight sensation Susan Boyle who wowed the crowds with her show stopper voice. Here's the thing-- people were saying that they learned the lesson of "not judging a book by its cover." But it wouldn't have been that way if Susan Boyle turned out to be horrible at singing. It just amazed me how many people reacted to her shocked with the idea that "ugly" people have talent. Had she sounded like a dying pig people would have deemed her a loser anyway and moved on with their lives. (I.E. William Hung, who crushed the spirits of Asian Americans across the world with his ridiculousness...he now records his, what, second studio album?!) On the other hand, if she were PRETTY but sucked at singing, hey who gives a care? Paris Hilton makes a fortune anyway!

Unfortunately, the kind of pop culture we're used to is engineered to produce girls who have to flash their boobies around and sing about getting laid. Britney Spears wouldn't have gotten anywhere if she were 350 pounds because no one would have wanted to see her dancing with fat jiggling around. That's the hard truth.

My point is though, it's not that Susan Boyle HAD talent so she was inspiring (although her talent alone was very good)...it's that she had the courage to keep her head high and smile and shake her little rump on stage even when everyone was laughing. THAT'S why it was inspiring. And the fact that she proved everybody wrong only added to it. "Ugly" people are human beings too you know. And that's just the hard truth.

This topic is pretty last year already but fun fact: Apparently the guy that played Eugene IS actually a comedy routine by the actor so he really was too good to be true. Really good comedic timing... but that's a whole 'nother story.

I fear that I've inherited my dad's problem with indecisiveness. For my dad, the simple task of choosing some place to eat is an impossible mission. He thinks he wants to eat Chinese, but then that's too oily--so wait, maybe he'd like to eat some sushi. But that sushi place is sort of expensive so maybe he'd like to go to a buffet but gosh we eat there so much it's just gotten old and ... Please just make up your mind.

So I don't really have the weight of the world on my shoulders but I'm almost leaning towards going ahead and playing my last senior year of volleyball...which of course screws up my very packed schedule. I don't know what it is about my mindset or my school's mindset but I have this idea that I. must. take. all. AP. classes. I'd really like to keep European History as a class but I think I might be way in over my head next year with college applications...

Apparently our new coach isn't completely incompetent and might do some good to our volleyball program (though it's too early to tell) but the only thing I have going to play next year is to stay in shape and whatever weight it adds into my college application (I honestly don't think a year will make that much of a difference) Oh yeah, and I guess I "sorta" like volleyball, but last season was really rough on me physically and mentally and there were only a few glimpses during that time where I thought "Yeah, I really love this sport."

Newspaper is another problem as typical staff/adviser drama or problems or whatever you call it. I hate to say it, but I think my school just took all the things I liked about high school and shit all over it. I wanted to really invest in our newspaper next year and bring it back to what it used to be--something worth reading! But somebody doesn't think our newspaper is important to stay long enough after school for... and sacrificing those extra hours we could have spent working on it could have saved some really huge mistakes. Whatever, I get that a chiropractor appointment might be "important", but we all have things to do too.

If I go any further I'm just going get angrier and angrier... so I shall stop. And think about the prospect that school will be done in about a month. Wow. Hello, reality.


Eh.