I am an Asian-American college student majoring in Technical Communications at the University of Washington. My Spring Quarter 05 Schedule: posTComm, TC 403, TC 407, ARCH 251, ESS 495.
All I need to do is find a PAID summer internship and I'm set!
*SIGH*! I'm here at Odie, writing my clit rough draft and editing my TC draft. But the sigh is because I'm reading the script of Good Will Hunting online and found my most favorite part of the whole movie...
SEAN:
So, if I asked you about art, you'd probably give
me the skinny on every art book ever written.
Michelangelo. You know a lot about him. Life's work,
political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual
orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you
can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel.
You've never actually stood there and looked up at that
beautiful ceiling. Seen that....If I ask you about
women, you'd probably give me a syllabus of your
personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few
times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake
up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a
tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably
uh...throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into
the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near
one. You've never held your best friend's head in your
lap, and watched him gasp his last breath looking to
you for help. I ask you about love, y'probably quote
me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and
been totally vulnerable...known someone that could
level you with her eyes. Feeling like God put an angel
on Earth just for you..who could rescue you from the
depths of Hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like
to be her angel, and to have that love for her be there
forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you
wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital
room for two months, holding her hand because the
doctors could see in your eyes that the terms visiting
hours don't apply to you. You don't know about real
loss, because that only occurs when you love
something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've
ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you: I
don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky,
scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one
denies that. no one could possibly understand the
depths of you. But you presume to know everything
about me because you saw a painting of mine and
ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right?
Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard
your life has been, how you feel, who you are because
I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you?
Personally, I don't give a shit about that, because you
know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't
read in some fuckin' book. Unless you wanna talk
about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in.
But you don't wanna do that, do you, sport? You're
terrified of what you might say...Your move,
chief.
BEAUTIFUL! Robin William is a freakin' genius. I'm glad to have been alive when he's in his prime :) Now...back to work.
Unknown @ 1:17:00 AM
Hanging out with Matt is like going on a nature tour. He's so good at seeing the fish and things in the water. But I think the main thing he wanted to know was what I liked in each of the guys and what I didn't like. And interestingly, he was really curious as to what 'techniques' Zach uses to fulfill his 1 month guarantee.
You know what's weird? I keep on finding all these songs and the lyrics of them I can totally see someone else thinking them about me. Like, they're not what I feel, but what I can see someone else feeling about me. How messed up is that? Does that mean that I feel guilty, or am I just being melodramatic and blowing things out of proportion? I have orange toenails now :D!
Ben Folds Five--Selfless, Cold and Composed
I said what you wanted to hear
And what I wanted to say
So I will take it back
Are all the dishes in tact
Let them be broken
It's easy to be
Easy and free
When it doesn't mean anything
You remain
Selfless, cold and composed
You've done me no
Favor to call and be nice
Telling me I
Can take anything I like
Your don't owe me to be so polite
You've done no wrong
You've done no wrong
Get out of my sight
It's easy to be
Easy and free
When it doesn't mean anything
To remain
Selfless, cold and composed
Come on baby
Now throw me a right to the chin
Don't just stare like you never cared
I know you did
You just smiled
Like a bank teller
Telling me blankly, have a nice life
Come on baby
Throw me a right to the chin
Just one sign
That could show me that you give a shit
But you just smile politely
And I grow weaker and I ...
Said what you wanted to hear
And what I wanted to say
So I will take it back
It's easy to be
Easy and free
When it doesn't mean anything
When it doesn't mean anything
You can take anything
So selfless, cold and composed
Unknown @ 6:09:00 PM
So after that last post, about an hour later I get a call from Clement, he just got off of work from Ruth's Chris Steak House, which is an upscale restaurant. We go to Oasis in Chinatown for bubble tea and a good chunk of the time was spent talking about guns and dancing. Then we walked two or three blocks so I could walk past Aristocrats, this nightclub where the CSA often has its after-party. Then he drove me around Capitol Hill so I could take a quick look at what it's like since that was another thing that we talked about. Then when I got back to my room, Diane and SK had just finished "Never Been Kissed" and then we all sat down and watched "Save the Last Dance" with Julia Stiles and it was equally good the second time around.
Hung out with Michael all day yesterday, watched Die Hard with a Vengence while playing Skip-Bo. Played some Halo, ate lasaguna and played a game of Mancala, :) I won of course. Now I'm gonna go to the lake and look at salmon with Matt, wow it's windy out...
Unknown @ 2:32:00 PM
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Saturday, June 05, 2004
