blank is underrated.

insert_thought @ 2005-10-17T00:45:00

2005-10-17T07:45:51Z

02: "Inspiration."

We at the Unit believe exercise and flying arobatics makes good stage presence...we do so by jumping on the trampoline.

03: Let's jam.

We utilize our time most wisely during the later hours.

Mary & Kalie.

Kalie & Ryan.

Kalie being very methodical....

So is Ryan...

Mary: "Ooop! Gimme that, Kalie!"
Kalie: "Hey!!"

Mary: "I just thought of a keyboard part...lemme show you!"
Kalie: "Um, okay." (She stole my keyboard...what an ass!)

Note: The guitar, bass guitar, and keyboard are of yours truly. The only thing we need left is Ryan's drums...get them soon, Ryan.....(evil glare)

Hello, old ghost.

2005-07-30T05:05:10Z

It would surprise me if anyone read this. Coming back to thoughts, expressions, and words written well over a year ago is like walking through a cemetery. A tremendous feeling of fear, isolation, and bittersweet nostalgia crawls up my spine. It feels cold and unwelcoming; it whispers to me that times that are long gone. You're no longer a worry-free minor, Mary Pham; you are an adult now, and you must venture out of your comfort zone and take hold of the responsibilities that come along with your age. I don't like this feeling at all; I feel awkward, vulnerable, and insecure.

I fear who I am turning into, or at least what the course of my life is heading toward. I'm not sure of my direction. I'm scared of the future; am I utilizing my fortés in the most advantageous way? There is some knot in my heart that tells me something is wrong. Something, but I can't point a finger to it.

I remember a speech from my fellow classmate and saludatorian this year, Gabriella Tunzi. "The roses still bloom, the stars still shine in the sky, and we face the day with a renewed sense of hope." Whereas everyone is following their dream, their path in life...I feel as if I'm facing an obstacle; a twisted labyrinth that will eventually lead me to nowhere.

Please, God, please help me. I beg you.

Goodbye, everyone!

2004-07-14T03:23:17Z

Dear everyone I know,

It's been a great pleasure knowing all of you. I've learned so much about myself over this summer; I've rediscovered the ultimate Mary. She's a hybrid of many things. I haven't felt this...I wouldn't say happy, but fulfilled since my freshman year. I've been getting back on the road to ultimate content.

It started out in April, when I met an internet friend named Matt Payne. Although I was weary about internet correspondances, he started out as a mentor in the very beginning. He understood how I was a fuck-up in the past, and he understood my passion and goals. He's a smart guy. God bless Matt! I pray he finds a hot babe.

Now, over the summer, I realized a lot about myself. I've caught up with some friends I haven't seen forever. What are they doing? They're back from college, man! They've worked their ass off in school...now, they're chilling and being happy. So I'm doing the same! I'm hanging out with Kalie and Liz, I've been chilling over at Ryan's, practicing my bass, working, hanging out with my hot sexy boyfriend, but at the same time I'm trying to get my summer work in and all. This is beautiful. A fine summer, indeed!

In essence, I am way too content to write anything anymore in this journal. There is nothing left for me to write! Books close, doors shut. Nothing more to write about! Maybe when I'm morally and spiritually discontent will I write in this thing, but for now, I've realized livejournal is just a waste of my time.

Though I will cease writing, I'm keeping my username, for two reasons:

1.) To periodically read other people's entries
2.) To refer back to any writings...I wrote a lot of good, thoughtful thick stuff that can be beneficial later on.

I'll see you at a show, at the local library, at the movies with Keef, or maybe even downtown. Who knows, but I'll see you guys. Have a great summer, enjoy life, and don't let the small things get you down.

-Mary

insert_thought @ 2004-07-02T12:26:00

2004-07-02T19:22:46Z

I just spilled milk all over my keyboard, irregular choice london pumps i haven't worn, new issue of punk planet with the gossip on the front cover, denim skirt, and grandpa scarf i got yesterday.

dslgfksdldlsgdsgdsg.

Thoughtful trash.

2004-07-02T18:46:08Z

Mmm. G'morning, everyone. :}

I've been thinking about my life lately...what's my goal? The road I've taken so far has been nothing but an unstable, windy rollercoaster. It's highly entertaining yet extremely ambiguous, and I feel as if there is no point to which it arrives at. Don't get me wrong, I know there is no such thing as a linear path in life...but it scares me to realize that I don't have a set goal in mind to work toward. I suppose my current goal is finish school and go to college...but I don't feel like I'm on solid ground. I mean, what do I want to be when I grow up? Do I want to be wealthy? Do I want to be famous? Do I want to be powerful? What do I really want? I don't know. Don't get me wrong, I'm not losing sleep from this or anything, and I'm not gravely worried or frustrated or discontent, but I'm just thinking about it right now. I'm just sitting down and thinking about it and the moment. I'm in that kind of mood.

There's something I've noticed with myself. I'm a chameleon...I can tailor myself to any situation, to any group of people, to any road in life. But is this good? Yes and no. Yes, because I am adaptable to nearly any situation...Oprah Winfrey, for example, is also under the psychological archetype of the "Acheiving Chameleon." She can pretty much put herself into any situation, into anyone's shoes...she can communicate and relate to everyone, and because of this, she is highly successful. However, being a chameleon is a double-edged sword...you can adapt to anyone, but because of this, you are never stable. You are never constant. Is this pretense? Is this what Holden Caulfield describes as the "goddam phonies" in life? Am I a phony? Are we all phonies? And if the answer is yes, what is the constant? Just life and death? Ok man, I'm gonna stop this train thought. But someone out there, give me an answer, an insight. I know a lot of you are older and have felt the same way I have at some point in life...so lend me your words. I'd love to hear it.

Dancing old men & getting lost at 3 AM.

2004-06-30T00:22:14Z

Yesterday, I hung out with Keith for a bit, then we picked up Sarah and headed off to Hollister, where we met up with Peter and Marie. The merry bunch of lo-fi indie enthusiasts (well. with the exception of EPICDEATHMETALHARDCORE Keef) went to San Francisco to see the Decemberists on their last show for the "Never Send to Know with Whom the Van Rolls, it Rolls with Thee" tour. The first band who played, the Places, were all right...a bit too mellow for my tastes, but an okay band nonetheless. The Long Winters, a band out of Olympia, Washington, played after them....they had a funny singer and were pretty good. While we were watching them, this 70-something year old guy in front of us danced and swayed his arms slowly and methodically in the air like the wind, like soothing Zen, like balanced Yin and Yang...like a hippie on an acid trip. Great stuff. Sarah inconspiciously took pictures of his hot and sexy dance moves...she'll probably post up in the next day or two, so check that out. Then the Decemberists played...I was on the top balcony with Keith when we were watching them...For those who were absent from the show, I have a clip for you guys to enjoy:

The Decemberists performing "The Bachelor and the Bride" (Quicktime, 11 MB)</a> (Click on the link, then right-click and "Save Target As...")

Favorite song of mine, next to "Shiny" (which they did not play yesterday, probably because they played it the night before). Man...listen to that voice....

This show was a very different music intake for Keith, but I think he survived. He describes the music as..."good country." Haha. :) Anyway, after the show we all went out for pizza and then went back home...WE GOT LOST IN HOLLISTER. I'm so ashamed. I work in the damn city and I don't even know my way out...we eventually got back to Salinas at 3 in the morning. We dropped off Sarah, then Keith and I decided to hang out at the Park for a bit. It's beautiful at night...it doesn't quite feel like it's three A.M., it feels like it's eight or nine, but it's covered with silence and tranquility.

Marie & Peter...happy couple! Hehe. :-D

Mary & Keef...nerd couple! Hurr hurr. 8-B

Matching glasses!

insert_thought @ 2004-06-27T19:34:00

2004-06-28T02:32:57Z

I did it. I did it. The psuedo-mullet was brutally, foolishly, horrendously slaughtered in January, replaced with a hackneyed *gasp*, overplayed *wheeze*, boring *gag* short bob. But now...it is back.

THE MARY PHAM PSUEDO-MULLET™ IS BACK AGAIN.

It is awesome. It is beautiful. It is the original psuedo-mullet. It kicks my previous trite and sad little bob in the ass. And it rocks my death metal boyfriend. It is currently at the in-the-training stage, much like last summer...but I tell you. The fall will be delighted as daisies. Why did I ever cut it in January? I don't know.

I'm off my silly haircut tangent now.

Today, I went to Starbucks and studied there for a good five hours. The AP English book selections are highly engaging...Ender's Game and The Poisonwood Bible. There are so many universal truths in Ender's Game, hitting me one after another, fulfilling my philosophical appetite and psychological hunger. Mmm, delicious. One of the universal truths struck a chord in me so intense, I uttered a loud smirk/laugh and the man next to me looked over at me as if I was a weird fool (...because I am...but that's not the point). See, there's this part where Ender (main character, obviously) first comes into I.F. (an earthly equivilent to boot camp) and asks Colonel Graff if the camp only consists of boys. He replies to him,

"A few girls (are here). They don't often pass the tests to get in. Too many centuries of evolution are working against them."

What the hell?!? Sexist little bastard. Ladies, c'mon, you see why I was so flabbergasted. But sadly...his male chauvinst comment is true. Though society has lightened up on the idea of women playing stereotypically male roles, they are still not considered a hundred percent equvilent to men. They are still the inferior sex, determined by XY chromosomes, thousands of years of evolution, and societal roleplaying. Damn all men...damn you, advantageous bastards.

I still need to get The Wind-Up Bird Chonicle, as Matt suggests to read...once I get over to Walden or Borders, I'll purchase and ~~evaluate~~ devour. Yes. Gotta go. See you later...

Note!

2004-06-25T05:02:05Z

Hi, everyone. I decided to revive my old journal, strawberryxlove, again. It will mainly be used for pictures/entertainment/shits-and-giggles. This one will still remain, however it will be more of an outlet for ideas, philosophies, and thoughts. So add and delete accordingly to whichever work you'd prefer to see of Mary Pham. Adding both is reccomended. :]

Oh, and for those who are not LJ-users and have been noticing my lack of updates on this journal, it is because I have been making the last few posts friends-only. Log in to see all the fantastic recent happenings of Mary...it's quite nerdy-lovely. :)

insert_thought @ 2004-06-14T17:43:00

2004-06-15T00:43:55Z

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Superhero Name	The Nerd
Super Power	Ability To Fly
Enemy	Hipsters
Mode Of Transportation	Unicycle
Weapon	Scissors

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Kalie Snyder.

2004-06-14T18:29:19Z

This morning, I thought to myself the friendships I share and cherish. One particular friendship, my friendship with Kalie, baffles a number of outliers. Both of us receive comments from people, telling us, "you two are so opposite. how the hell are you friends?" I simply tell them, "don't assume." I believe parents play a huge role in shaping you into who you are. Both Kalie and I have the same background; both of us came from rather poor backgrounds, and we were taught at a young age to respect everyone and never undermine the capability of people. Both of our parents had very little education; my parents never graduated from high school. Instead, they were married at the ages of seventeen and nineteen and came to America. Kalie's mother never finished high school. They present themselves as simpletons; they are oblivious to textbook knowledge and vast vocabulary, but their thoughts need no elaboration to be intense and piercing. I've learned more discipline, independence, humility, and knowledge to life from them than any textbook can offer me. Whenever I hang out with Kalie, she reminds me of my mother and father. She doesn't use extensive vocabulary or eloquent grammar in her writing or speech; she may have her moments or mispell things (like raspberry :} ), but she sure as hell is not a dumb girl. Her philosophy in life is to live life with beauty and joy; we only live life once, why not enjoy it while we're here? She is upbeat, simple, but generally happy in life. I do not feel as if she is any less of a person than I am. She represents the side of me I wish to acheive...the side to relax. The side to be happy. Matt knows what I'm talking about. I am a much "darker" person than Kalie is. However, I believe we both have the same follies to improve on; our gullibility and, at times, our lack of common sense. I am constantly yelled at by my siblings because of my clumsiness; sometimes they put it in such blatant terms, it's painful and unmotivating. But it's the truth. It's something that I need to improve on. It's something that Kalie and I improve on together, and through catching our faults by listening to each other, we learn to improve.

Our families worked hard and acheived through life, but never walked with their noses in the air, and certainly never forgot where they came from. Humility is the classiest gift in life. Kalie is very humble, and I wish to be humble, as well. Kalie is carefree and laidback, and I wish to be carefree and laidback as she is. Kalie is the light to my dark. There are traits about Kalie that I wish to acheive. It dissapoints me when people immediately judge her by her simplicity. It dissapoints me when people tell me that I can "do better" when they are ignorant of her. It dissapoints her when people insinuate to her I am too snotty of a person to hang out with.

I guess if you really want to get down to it...we learn a lot from each other. Indeed, we're a strange mix, but it works.

As Kalie says, "We are different, but we mesh well."

sherman lullaby.

2004-06-12T04:49:01Z

have you noticed the incandescence the organdy draperies create when the twelve-thirty moonlight passes through them? you take your slow, well thought-out steps across the stretch of caulked oakwood, rotate your head to an obtuse angle and peer through the empty openings where light peeks through -- a vast sea of holes, m'captain. aboard the ship, the ghosts of deceased intellectuals run through your body like a current, passing volts and temperatures below zero degrees centigrade though your circulatory system -- the fierce lushes on board, with rouged faces and sluggish visages, cheer immensely and yell out euphoric obscenities. my de Beauvoir, I ask to dance with you tonight. let me take your frail, sallow hand as we waltz on this graveyard dancefloor...let us be placid as the air that envelopes us to avoid inciting jealousy from Algren of our metaphysical rendezvous. i tip my hat off to the woman in the corner of the galley who dresses in burgandy muslin and cheap black lace, painted with undereye circles and weathered down lips on her powdered complexion. the chamber ensemble completes the molto ritard of Vivaldi's Autumn...our deep promenade comes to a chilling halt. we bow to each other farewell. goodnight, m'lady.

i'll shut up now. i will.

2004-06-11T07:03:49Z

i feel as if i should put a tarp over my head.

Last day of school.

2004-06-11T05:39:58Z

The sunny climate caused my skin to tan several shades; I'm well-baked at the moment. Instead of attending classes, I practiced in the football field all day with the band, performing the usual "Pomp & Circumstance" (aka graduation music) and several other pieces for the graduating class.

Enclosed is a picture of me with Heather Ramirez, graduating band/orchestra geek, LJ connosieur, and one of my favorite fellow musicians. She will be greatly loved and missed! I know she sees this...

Unit Band Practice.

2004-06-10T04:30:32Z

We had a successful, lengthy band practice this afternoon...four hours of non-stop composing, playing, and hanging out. We have 3 songs that are currently in-the-making. Take a tour of our Unit rituals....

_01 Obligatory Eating.
_02 "Inspiration."
_03 Let's Jam.

01: Obligatory Eating Pictures.

It is common knowledge that eating is not only essential to one's well-being but has a reasonable amount of sex appeal and adds fanbase interest.

"Mmrrrrwrrrrphh!!!!"

"Mmmmmmphhh."

"Mmmhmm!"

"Mrmmr?"

sunset. (revised)

2004-06-09T07:48:20Z

my saffron and citrine tendencies have begun to multiply exponentially within the past few days; orange julius and sauteed tofu, for example, have been a perennial favorite of mine. isolation seems to be the outlet for my inner frustrations, comfortably tailoring to my outlook on life. i once associated myself with many people, but over the past few months, i've cast myself from the masses and have been engaging in introspection. isolationism has always been a loyal friend of mine. to say that there are very few people in the world you can trust is to be a cynic; in that case, may i be damned. if the other option is to dwindle amongst pretense and immaturity, let me be alone. i am coming back home to the desolate road i've lost for so long. i've been dancing alone on the streets parallel to the setting sun, i've been internalizing and seeking golden knowledge. to find others on the same road to seeking golden knowledge is to find a gem in the sand. it's as exciting and beautiful as a child laughing delightfully over something freshly discovered for the first time...but it is not enough. the interior of my body aches with the lack of physical companionship. when will we escape the confinements that stifle our physical state? my lungs are slightly sallow from asphyxia. i have found the correspondence that parallels with my every mental dream and desire...i have found the realism, substance, and beauty i've pined for since my the days of my intentive childhood isolation...but i am missing ~~something~~ him. i want him to be tangible...i want him to wrap his arms around the perimeter of my soft body and tell me everything is okay. i feel as if i will go insane pretty soon if i continue this train of thought. this is the meaning of loneliness. this, my friends, is the golden mean of my desire.

insert_thought @ 2004-06-07T17:20:00

2004-06-08T00:18:26Z

Remember Physics Olympics? Our team placed second! Kelsey, Michelle, and I triumphed with our Physics for Dummies book! We received extra credit for our placing in class and won 80 bucks...$26.66 for each of us, respectively. It goes to show that dummies rock! Woo yeah!

Female rage?

2004-06-05T18:27:15Z

Ah, sitting here typing away at the op office, as usual. My sister is in the backroom, crying and yelling at her boyfriend...she's in a huge arguement with him...Last night, he went to a club and drank a whole lot. He danced with a girl from his Asian-Am class, and they went back to the bar. She tried to kiss him, but he quickly told her, "No, I have a girlfriend." After having said that, she tried to kiss him again. Finding out about this a few hours after the incident, my sister, infuriated with rage, broke up with him.

Now, after hearing about this, I immediately told her that she was overreacting at the situation. My sister shot back at me with a flaming heart. "Mary, it's not the point that he said he had a girlfriend, okay??? The fact that he went to the club WITHOUT telling me and danced with that girl makes me upset as hell. Okay, you don't just get fucking drunk and then dance with a girl and lead her on thinking that you were single. And not just that, it takes a girl a whole lot of guts to come up to a guy and kiss him just out of the blue. A girl wouldn't be bold enough to kiss a guy who expressed not the slightest bit of interest in her. Plus, why the hell did he go out to drink in the first place?? Clubs are for single people, not for people who are fucking taken. Mary, I have every reason to be upset and to break up with him. I can't stand his immaturity, okay? Here I am, 3 hours away from him, graduated out of college, working at an office, concerned as hell about him because I was afraid this would happen, and what the hell does he do? He goes out to drink. He goes out and socializes and parties without me. He is still in college, Mary. We're on different levels."

What do you think about all of this? Do you have an opinion to it...I'd like to know.

Part two: Sewing Machine & Parallel Lives.

2004-06-05T06:15:44Z

While dining on my delicious dinner in the kitchen , I glanced over to the other room to see my mother altering a blouse. She sat quietly and methodically at her sewing machine, focusing in on her silk garment. I approached her and asked her if I can sew something with her large - LARGE - sewing machine. You see, she has two machines...a small one and a large one. I often use the small one, but the small one breaks down easily and doesn't sew as nicely as the large machine. I've never used the large machine, though...it's powerful and frighteningly loud. She gave me permission, so I sat down, tapped on the pedal, but it barked ferociously at me! I was terrified. "No, no," my mother gently insisted, "You are being too harsh on the pedal. It's not difficult Mary, it's very easy." I persisted tapping down the pedal, but no matter what I did, it went BEZERK on me. The damn thing is louder than a lawnmower...I wanted to scream. I wanted to give up. But did I? No...I kept going, slowly tapping and releasing the pedal, making menacing lawnmower noises, trembling with anxiety and fear while doing so, until I finally found the right, steady pressure that allowed the machine to be gentle and effective. Now, I can sew on it. Finally! I found the right touch and finally tackled my long-time fear of the large sewing machine.

As you have figured out by now, this simple story has an underlying meaning to it. I had one of the most important and unusual conversations of my life. What would you do if you met someone with a childhood that is exactly parallel to yours? What would you do if you met someone with the same unusual predicament as yours? What would you do if you met someone who was the incarnation of you in the opposite sex? You'd probably flip. I had the most unusual conversation last night...one that made me break down in tears. If it were humanly possible for someone to cut open your flesh and expose your very inner psychological makeup and being, a part that no one understands except for one with the same mental and spiritual clockwork as you, you'd be shocked. I am still shocked, actually. We're talking about like 99% parallelness here. We're talking about same-quote-from-same-book-jotted-down status here! Matt, are we like the only people who have the same past and same problem?? Why have not met any other people with our situation??? This is extremely bizzare and pretty scary if you think about it. But things happen for a reason, just like the strange yet beautiful occurances found in nature. Before this becomes a personal letter, let me proceed onto other subjects...

Today, June 4, is our one month anniversary. Happy anniversary to us! Hooray! Did anyone bring cake or presents? Anyone...?

Part one: The beach.

2004-06-05T05:50:44Z

Today, I went over to Ryan's for a long-awaited Unit band practice...surprisingly, we made a lot of progress! I already see the growth of the band...excellent stuff. Afterward, we to the beach in Sand City to jump off sand dunes and dig holes to hide in...I ended up with sand all over my jeans. Kalie did, too. Bleh. After the beach, the Ryans went over to Target and Circuit City...Whilst the Ryans were out and about, I turned on Ryan's camera and noticed an unusually large amount back shots of me on the viewfinder...I guess J-lo has some competition now! Kidding, kidding. I got home and washed myself off. Much better...I jumped into the shower and rinsed the beach debris off. I ate some broccoli chicken and rice and downed a tall glass of ice-cold Thai Tea. Ahhh, refreshing. Pictures may or may not be posted.

Second entry coming NOW.

Realization.

2004-06-02T04:15:39Z

This morning was extremely hard to swallow. When I sat in first period, we had a moment of silence for the girl who died on Saturday, and God, I couldn't stop crying. I sat in my desk, crying so hard...she was in my first and fifth period...I couldn't hold it back. I sat there, very quietly, wiping off my tears with the sleeves of my sweater, getting them stained by black mascara. My face was a mess. I didn't give a damn, though. Sometimes you don't really realize the pain of something until it really hits you...until you see the vacant seat two desks behind you. That's when you realize they're really gone.

I realized something today. You know, we say our hellos and goodbyes to each other, expecting to see each other the next day and the day after that. Have you ever stopped to think that a friend or a person you love could die any minute, any second? I'm sure you have, it's crossed everyone's mind at least once. I was always aware of it, but it really hit me today. We live life like these puppets of misery, usually seeing the glass half-empty. I don't want to be like this. I want to enjoy every minute of my life...I want to tell everyone how much I love them. I want to never hate, to never live life with inner disdain or animosity. We all live and die, what is the point of hate on Earth? This girl in my class cried so loud and hard today...ironically, she always talked shit about the girl. And now she cries...perhaps because she felt horrible for everything she said. She can't take it back now. The girl's dead.

I don't want to live life in misery or in animosity. I want to live life full of passion and joy. Enjoy your life while you're here. Tell everyone how much you love them. It really does mean something.

Comission #2!

2004-06-01T04:51:52Z

This totally knocked me over with surprise - I received a phone call from a Jewish youth group camp leader from Fresno; he saw the shirt design I did for Sarah Kasavan's youth group, NFTY, and is commissioning me to draw a shirt design for his summer youth camp, Camp Shalom. I'm up for the challenge! My designs are showing up in various places, especially in the Jewish community; perhaps I will be an artist known for Jewish tee-shirt designs in the upcoming years, who knows. If my shirt designs are further successful, I'll start up a site offering commissioned shirt designs.

I feel incredibly gross right now; it is shower time. See you later.

A weekend.

2004-06-01T03:40:18Z

I found out on Saturday that a girl from my middle school drove drunk and killed two people. I found out the next day that the girl who was killed in the accident was my middle school friend and fellow classmate. She was brilliant; she always had profound answers, was well-dressed, well-groomed, and had a rare, sweet timbre to her voice. I recall one eveing eating at the restaurant she worked at, and the next day, she came up to me, asking me how my dinner was. I said it was very delicious, and she gave me a brilliant smile and piercing pretty eyes. She was extremely sweet, always saying hi and smiling in the hallways and in the classroom; she had this beautiful glow when she entered a room. She was gentle, benevolent, and made such an impact in the community. I looked through my yearbook, and noticed her warm message she wrote to me in the front cover. It hit me hard like a ton of bricks. It's going to be a hard day for everyone tomorrow.

(Journal edit)

I read some people's journals about the girl who died in the accident on Saturday...perhaps her reputation in middle school wasn't the best, but I've been with her in two classes throughout the entire year, seeing her progress and maturity. She was an intellectually mature young lady. I've seen her change throughout middle and high school, and I really do believe she changed a lot since then. I don't take offense in other people's perceptions of her, but I will tell you, I see her in a good light.

(End of edit)

Rants of Relativity & Space.

2004-05-31T05:29:31Z

After learning about reference frames in physics and watching a video on dark matter in chemistry, I came to a few madman thoughts...we are living in a frame, and the frames before us and after us exist in some other distance, dimension, and/or time. The something-billion people on Earth live in the same frame, delayed by air and auditory limitations provided by the speed of light and sound. These speeds are so rapid, it is negligible when placed on an Earthly scale. Now, relativity states that "The laws of physics are the same for observers in all inertial reference frames, and no frame is preferred." Our teacher also proved that the reference frame will change if the frame is accelerating. It has been scientifically proven that space is constantly growing at an accelerated rate. Put two and two together; the reference frame out in space is next to nonexistent. What we see when we see the stars are images of the stars and distant galaxies tens to hundreds of years before "actual, real-life" time, due to the delay in the speed of light. When we place ourselves in a grandiose scale, we are really just living in a frame. We're not seeing the real stuff when we are ~~ants~~ - nay, protons, neutrons, electrons, positrons, alpha, beta, gamma particles, quarks and dark matter in this neverending body of matter; in other words, we see real-time projections on Earth, but not in outer space. Now, young reader, I propose a question to you; is it possible to see the past? We do see the past in the stars and distant galaxies, provided that we see delayed projections of the celestial bodies light years away from us each and every clear night. I am a firm believer that yin and yang are essential for existence; for something to exist, the opposite must also exist. So, then, if we are able to see projections of the past, there must be a way to see projections of the future. But how?? Distance and speed limitations are the key reasons of our time delay with distant astronomical bodies; and if this is so, does this mean accelerated velocity will allow us to peek into the future? In other words, does this mean we must travel greater than the speeds of sound and light to answer this? Am I just talking a bunch of baloney? Is this a question that can only be answered to faith??

I'm off my soapbox, man. Double entry for tonight, lj viewers.

Dazzling as the fifty-year love affair of Sartre & DeBeauvoir...

2004-05-31T05:03:42Z

Great minds think alike.

Ride the Unit Bus

2004-05-30T02:30:45Z

The four dilligent Unit members (Kalie, Mary, Ryan, and Ryan) aboarded the Unit Bus and proceeded northwest to an exciting evening in Santa Cruz. While we were midway in Watsonville, Ryan noticed that a red SUV was following us ever since our departure in Salinas. Ryan switched lanes in hope that the red SUV would get off our tail, but the SUV switched lanes as soon as we did! Every time Ryan switched lanes, he'd do the same! ASDKASF!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S A SERIAL KILLER!!!! WE'RE GONNA DIE!!!!!!!!

"Shh. I need to pee." Ryan made a stealthy turn into the gas station, where the red SUV left our tail. Phew!

We went back on the road for another thirty minutes of continuous driving, accompanied by select music choices, and arrived in Santa Cruz. This is where the party started. Little Ryan wanted to check out shoes, so we went into Old Skool Shoes...Ryan didn't really see anything he liked. So we walked around for a bit, checking out various shops on Pacfic and getting a brisk slice of pizza, until the doors opened at the Vet's Hall, where the Ryans went to see Ashton and some HARDCORE bands. *gag* As everyone dressed in black, I wore a light blue and yellow Velvet Teen tee I butchered and reconstructed and the Ryans wore bright green shirts. It was excellent. For the first time, Kalie and I switched the color roles, where I wore a sunny color scheme, and she wore black...I have to admit, it looked nice on her. Now I was sure I was going to be made fun of, but instead a bunch of kids came up to me and hugged me and all...they've been nothing but nice to me. I'm a mean bastard for making fun of them. (head in palms)

Now after Ashton's set, Kalie and I ditched the second half of the Unit and resumed to hanging out on Pacific. Throughout the whole night, both Kalie and I got checked out by random people...Kalie getting checked out by some hippie guy and this bleached blonde guy, and I getting checked out by various mid-twenty-something-year-old workers at Streetlight Records. Now there were these two - one with these really rugged blonde chops and the other tall, clad in a hat, thick glasses, cowboy shirt, and a lebret piercing - that I thought were adorable. The first mentioned bumped into me as he was getting some 7-inch vinyls for a customer, and the latter stared at me in awe. Very cute. But the Ryans didn't think they were so cute...they later went into the store and got kicked out because it they were closing up. "They're mean. And they're like 25, Mary." Yes, perhaps they are. But I've always been fond of the older men. (wistful sigh...)

Anyway.

We resumed to Pacific, where we saw these little 13-year-old boys playing guitar:

That boy on the left was quite the pimp, I tell you. We came up to him and asked him how old they are, and he said,

"Um........we're........"
"16!" The other boy replied.

I'm sure these young lads are. After the show was over, the Ryans called us, and we headed back to the Vet's Hall. To the Unit's delight, Scott and Devlin joined our merry clan back to Salinas. This is were I took pictures of everyone, as you can see. I finally got home, quickly went online and checked my AIM, and fell dead asleep. Fun Friday.

The end.

The Unit is....

Kalie - Vocals

Mary - Bass

Ryan - Guitar

Ryan - Keyboards

Special Guests On Board - Scott and Devlin