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Name: Elliott
Birthday: 11/21/1986


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Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Band4lyphe? Well I quit band, so I had to make a new xanga. "What?! Elliott the HCBG whose xanga is band4lyphe and whose AIM is hcbandgeek quit marching band?!" you're exclaiming so loudly that the neighbors can hear right now. Well, the answer is yes. I didn't enjoy it today and didn't think I would ever enjoy it enough to make up for the time and responsibility required to be a member of UCLA's marching band. I'm not going to explain myself with any more depth here because I do not need to. If you really want to know my reasons, you can IM me anytime. However, I do not feel that an explanation here would do any good since I already tried, and kinda failed, to explain myself to some people on AIM in the past couple hours. Anyway, I also figured it would be better to quit now that to "stick it out" a few more days and quit later, since such a delay would cause a lot of inconvenience for the people who organize and run the marching band. I'm sure the inconvenience was minimal considering I had not gotten anything but an instrument from them, which was to be free of charge anyway. So, what now?


Monday, September 20, 2004

So, UCLA, do you think you can be worth $160,000 to me in the next 4 years? Somehow I doubt it. That's a LOT of money. GO, try. The debt I am going to have built up after taking out $160,000 in loans will be with me until I retire. Not to mention graduate school loans.

"But living in LA will be so exciting!"

Yah-huh. That's what I thought before, but I really don't know if I want to live in an exciting place. I think I just want to relax.

"And you'll be getting a great education there!"

For one thing, graduate schools do not care what you learn. They care about the grades you get and the courses you take. And another thing, who says UH can't teach me the same things that UCLA can? A degree is a degree. I am not going to become more intelligent by attending a school that is going to surround me with intelligent people. Anyway, UCLA is not THAT good.

"But the prestige of the name UCLA will help you get a job!"

UCLA is only a prestigious name in Hawaii. No employer in California is going to care that I went to UCLA unless s/he graduated from UCLA. And after leaving graduate school, hardly anyone is going to care where I received my undergraduate degree anyway.

Well, UCLA, I'm here now and it's just about time for you to prove me wrong. I hope you can do it.


Wednesday, September 15, 2004

New xanga? Oh my. :9 Yumzor.

Intellection.


Saturday, September 11, 2004

EDIT: Omg. Guess what I saw yesterday in the middle of my 1.25-hour-long commute to work. A cop, BY HERSELF, in the goddamn HOV lane. I was like, 'wtf, bitch.' so I thought that maybe she had a baby in the front seat that I couldnt see. So I tracked her the whole trip and finally got right next to her red camaro with the blue light on it and a veteran license plate that had the number 999 in it. I looked into her car. Many times. There was no one else in the car. That bitch. Fucking hypocrits. Okay. O.O

So. This entry turned out to be quite long, so I made a table of contects for your convenience:

Paragraph 1. So many cops.
Paragraph 2. A dumb cop.
Paragraph 3. Another dumb cop.
Paragraph 4. Good cops go to heaven. I hope.
Paragraph 5. Vanity Fair

So what's with the stupid police force these days? I mean, seriously. I was coming home from Steph's house in Kahala when I see a sign that says that I need to use an alternate route because part of the freeway is closed. Okay, fine, construction makes stuff better. So I follow where everyone else is going and I see cops all over the damn place: about one every 1/8 mile. What is the purpose of that? Does the city of Honolulu have THAT much money to waste? Paying cops overtime to sit and do nothing. Jesus. I don' believe. Okay, so I wind my way through the labyrinth of blue lights and finally make it to the onramp after the construction.  I get on the freeway and what is the first thing I see?

Another damned cop; on a bike, this time. And this one is actually dumb himself, not just following dumb orders. "So what is this moron doing?" I ask myself. Guess what. He was pulling some guy over from the middle of the freeway into the right lane (not the shoulder lane, the regular lane) 100 yards after the onramp that many people are accelerating off of since it is the way the detour took us all. What the hell, kid. So then I had to make an emergency lane switch when I figured out that there was a car and a cop bike in my lane right infront of me. WTF. Moron. Oh, and his blue lights weren't flashing so well. I don't know why. Oh wait, I do. It's because they spend money on paying a million cops overtime to sit and do nothing. -_-'

So now everyone is driving at 50 mph in a 55 speed limit zone because they are afraid of cops since we saw so many in the last few minutes.  I'm going 60-65 because no cop is gonna pull me over for speeding while I am going less than 10 mph over the posted "limit". And what the hell do I see behind me? A single headlight. A bike cop. So I make sure I'm only going a little over 60, so that I'm not even close to 10 mph over the limit. "Damn, that light is getting big, and fast." I think to myself.  I hope that fucker isn't going to pull me over. And do you know what he does? He speeds past me and a group of cars. He was going at least 10mph over what I was, and that is about how fast people get pulled over for doing. WTF. Fucking hypocrits. His lights weren't even flashing. Just a small little blue light in the back. Bastard. How frustrating that his mere presence makes my 30 mile trip home last so much longer and yet he gets to speed all over the island, and probably get paid to do it.

You know, it seems that all the cops who actually serve the community well get shot and the lazy/crappy ones who don't do anything but pull people over for speeding and HOV violation (yes, I'm going to be bitter about that for just about the rest of my life =P) get paid to sit and do nothing. I wish/hope there really were/is a heaven where good people go after they die, especially the good ones who die early. I most likely wouldn't qualify, but there are so many people who deserve it, and I wish for them to attain eternal happiness for the sacrifices they make in this world.

On a completely different subject, I never noticed how good-looking Reese Witherspoon is. I never watched a movie starring her, ever, I don't think. Anyway, Vanity Fair was a good romantic movie. Sean O didn't appreciate the ending as much as Steph and I did, but I thought that it was good because it is not completely expected, but still appeases the audience with a "happy ending." I almost cried at one part when this small kid told his mom that he was too good for the clothes that she handmade for him. T.T Also a couple other times that I don't really care enough to try and remember. =P Oh, and it was made even better because I finally got to use a GMT on a movie. So I saved 8 or 9 bucks or however much it is.  Yay! Good fun. Kdencya. ^_^


Wednesday, September 01, 2004

After writing this entry and looking back at it, I noticed that it was long and boring. But since it took so much effort to write, I will leave it for you bored college kids out there. ;)

So there are just a few of us left here at home. Jeff S, Steph, and I went to dinner at spaghetti factory last night. It was quite yummy. =9

During salad time, it was really quiet. No one was talking and we were just looking at eachother and giggling. O.O Anyway, Jeff wanted to talk since it was boring and somehow we started talking about religion, going to church, philosophy, and history. It was a very mentally stimulating dinner conversation, which I enjoyed very much. I was also glad(just this one time!) that Joyce had to work and could not eat with us because she would have gotten bored and annoyed. Haha. And some of the things we said would have probably offended Sean O. Anyway, then we went to Kahala Blockbuster with the intent of getting Monty python and the holy grail. It was out. So we saw Ocean's eleven and got that instead, and on the way out we say a huge shelf of Passion of the christ. None of us had seen it(Sean was to meet us at steph's house) so we also decided to get that.

When we got to Steph's house, her sister, Vanessa, was watching TV but she let us watch Passion of the christ, even when she said that it might make us sick. Sean left to practice playing Super smash brothers by himself because he has already seen it and it makes him sick. Jeff and I were skeptical. Anyway, so we watched it, and it was a damn gory movie. So much torture. -_-' So much blood was unnecessary, I thought. But you know what? If some guy ever endured that much torture and loss of blood and never blacked out for even a second, and could still carry a heavy cross that none of the guards could carry by themselves, he MUST be God. Seriously. Even if you believe Jesus was the Son of god, he still was a human, and no human body could take that much torture and blood loss and still be able to carry a damn heavy cross. Anyway. Enough of that. :P

Then we watched Ocean's eleven, which I had never seen all the way through before. I had seen the second half a couple times before. It is funny. X-D

So, I hope everyone's doing alright in/at school. Kthx. Cya. ^_^



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