Sayonara Woohu!
I'm not usually up so early in the mornings (in fact, I'm pretty much not up in the mornings, period) but Tim and I are off on a one-day roadtrip to Alameda to meet his new gf Caroline, hence the necessity to leave so early. Apparently it's supposed to be a surprise, although I didn't know this at first, and last night I nearly ruined that very surprise. Anyhoo, Tim and Sam are back in town, and last night we went to Camarillo with Nick and his friends to see the midnight showing of ROTK... which, in a nutshell, totally rocked. Go see it; it's a stunning finale to the trilogy. One of my fav movies of all time now. We were cheering all the way through, it was so kick-ass.
And to continue where I left off, yes, I'm going to Nagoya, Japan from the 29th of this month to the 27th of January. The flight stops over in Seoul, Korea for a few hours, where I haven't been since I was 8 months old. Regardless, I'm excited and I'll be leaving soon, and I'll miss you all while I'm gone. Lol, Sam was almost pissed at me when I told him I'd be gone for a month.
Anyways, that's about it for now. And before I forget to mention, everyone wish Liz a happy 18th b-day today. ;)
Well, this is my last entry here at Woohu, so please direct all comments over to the new and improved version of my older and decrepit Blogspot page, here. Toodles.
As for those of you reading this entry at my Blogspot, you can find the old Woohu blog and all the entry comments here.

Look! It's the incredibly inebriated Captain Jack Sparrow! MAXIMUS! COME BACK!!!
It's been a while since I updated, so I forsee that this'll be a rather long entry... where to begin...

Well, most importantly, FINALS ARE OVER! I spent two allnighters in a row for Wednesday and Thursday to prepare for my Public Speaking and World Geography finals, respectively. We gave special occasion speeches for our PS final. Any special occasion really, be it fictional or real, like an award acceptance speech, a toast, etc. I decided to write something unique, so I decided to write a eulogy to some guy named "Bob." I came to class about 3 minutes late, so when I wrote my name up on the board I ended up being last. All through class I listened to the most boring speeches; all of them were positive and happy-happy and some of them were sucking up by writing toasts to our professor, so I was looking forward to my depressing eulogy. However, the speech right before mine was different. Heather talked about her best friend who she's been with throughout childhood, so it started out pretty positive, until she mentioned how they related to each other and she mentioned how both of them had lost their mothers. That's when she broke down crying. You can imagine how terrible I felt to give a fake eulogy to Bob right after that.

Anyhoo, moving along to Thursday. I was out of sleep but I studied my assass off for that godforsaken Geo final. That night, I had the location of every major country, city, and river MEMORIZED. Talk about cramming. That night, I knew where Vlodivostok, Yekatirinburg, Sakhalin, Surabaya, Mogadishu, and Antofagasta were, as well as their local climate, economic situation, and a cursory knowledge of their general history. Now I don't know if they're cities or countries, let alone where the fuck they are. Hell, I probably even forgot where Mexico is. But either way, I studied my ass off, and it worked. I think I aced it. I hope I aced it. Moving along...

Friday was a kickass day. Although I only had like, 3 hours of sleep after two all nighters, I went to Ihop at 8AM with my Public Speaking classmates. We'd all finished eating and had been sitting there just talking for an hour when 4 of us guys got bored, so we had a competition of pancake-with-Tabasco-sauce eating. We all got a little rowdy, but Justin, our prof, was totally chill about it; in fact, he cheered us on. When we ran out of leftover pancakes, we just emptied out half-and-half cups and took shots of Tabasco, finishing the bottle. Justin gave the toast, saying something like, "may this Tabasco warm you up like this class did" or something lame like that, lol. Good lord that BURNED. Lol and I have pictures of all this. Anyways, immediately thereafter, Joe, a couple other classmates, and I went to Starbucks and washed down the Tabasco with Fraps. We hung out half the day, then I dropped Joe off at his friend's house a couple blocks from CSUN, went home, then took Nick and Tim to Nick's place in Ventura to drop Nick off. Hehe, nyck. NYCK! Haha yeah...

Lastly, when I came home last night, my mom and my sister were on the phone, and when she got off, she told me the big news. I'M GOING TO JAPAN!!! w00t! I'm gonna spend most of January in the land of the rising sun, just chilling with my sister, looking around, all that good stuff. We haven't figured out everything with plane tickets or exactly how long I'll be gone, but I'm so excited! Anyways, that night I slept 13 hours. I feel rested. :)

P.S. - Some of you may remember my blogspot account from back in April. Actually I think only Tim and Mike knew of that and probably already forgot. Anyways, seeing as woohu doesn't allow any html scripting outside of entries or other options, I'm gonna slowly migrate all my entries over there. So my blogspot page will be my new blog once I'm done doing that. Which'll be someday. Bear with me here.
Ok that's it for now. Peace.

Well I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition! hehe
Well, two finals down, two to go and one I don't have to take. One of my acting classmates, Sam, just had knee surgery so he was gone the past couple weeks and couldn't prepare for a final presentation. So my professor told me to improv a scene with him so he could have something she could grade for a final. We improvised a scene as military commandos, using his crutches as sniper rifles. That was... interesting. So was my Aikido final. You take nonacademic classes, you get weird finals.
My Aikido instructor (his name's Tim Komori) got a tad emotional cuz apparently we were his 500th class (holy shit that's a lot), so we took pictures, exchanged email addresses, and some of us might go on a field trip to some of the professional dojos sometime next year where they train intensely with real handcrafted thousand-dollar katanas. Now that'll be sweet.

The seemingly endless debate: sleep or study?
ARGH! (cry of angst at the onset of finals week)

*whimpers*... Oh well, at least I'm exempt from taking my math final. Yep, that's right. I don't have to take the stats final! w00tness!!1
I got 101 out of a possible 102 points (it was supposed to be out of 100, but our math prof screwed up) on the last exam we took on Tuesday. Class on Thursday was essentially just to come in and see how you did and if you have to take the final or not. I couldn't find parking that day, so I showed up 15 minutes late and nearly everyone had already left. Oh well, I don't have to take the final! Happy happy joy joy...
And yesterday in my acting class, Cassidy and I did a stunning rendition of a scene from the works of famous playwright Anton Chekhov. That was our final for that class. We kicked ass, and they all knew it. Hell yeah. :)

ROTFLMAOWTF?!!
I did it again. If I keep this up, I'll miss the beginning of every Malcolm in the Middle from now on. :(
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Anyways, in the interest of having something remotely interesting to post today other than my having missed part of Malcolm again...
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Dyslexia, where they cut down streets and name trees after them
Y'know... often, we the people of suburbia will bash the tenets and facets of our engrossingly subliminal joke of a society... and clearly I'm not saying this is undeserved. I too find this gosh-forsaken heckhole (hehe... Simpsons) to be--well, a gosh-forsaken heckhole, a boring place to call home. But then a realize... just now, I called it home. More yet, I call it home. I was born, raised, live here. Sure, Santa Clarita is a bleak town of minivan-driving soccer-moms and mallrats, but years from now, I'll be glad to have a place to call home. I was here when there were few homes, no mall, and uncrowded schools, and I remember all that. The population always grows at a rate that can't be compensated by the rate of construction, and right now this town is in that unstable transitional period of becoming a city. Just you watch; in a couple decades or so, all LA county suburbia will essentially be extensions of LA itself. Hopefully, home won't seem so boring. Actually if you think about it, that might not even be something we'd want to happen. I just saw "The Family Man" again, can you tell?
I was talking to Sam about this earlier. He told me that he'll never think of SCV the same way ever again... ever since he had to live in Utah. Heh heh... good point. I guess we have it good. Sam and I just played chess at 3 AM. Talk about boredom. :)

Ooh, and I want to recommend that you all see "Shattered Glass" (atm at select theaters in NY and LA), the true story of a habitual liar and a case of journalistic fraud. Hayden Christensen's acting is phenomenal (who would have thought), and you really get lost in the characters and forget it's a movie. Tim and I saw it in Irvine; go see it if you can.
"The Big Bad Bionic Boy has been here baby!"

Happy Thanksgiving minna-san! ^_^
My grandparents all came over for Thanksgiving... and of course the first things they notice about me is my height and my having grown out my hair longer than usual... but they all seem to have pointed out that my face looks slimmer. So my parents noted that they all noticed this (I guess my parents didn't cuz they see me every day) and got all worried. So I weighed myself and hey whaddya know... I've lost 9 pounds in the past few months. I told them I lost 8. They freaked, the asian parents that they are, and now they're gonna stare at me as I eat probably. I guess I'm workin' on them "Freshmen 15." Oh well, it's Thanksgiving night, so I've probably already gained some of that back. :)

Lee Harvey Oswald was NOT a male model...
I finally had a weekend I didn't hate. I finally got Mike to watch Zoolander. We met KFI's Bill Handel at the mall (eek! he's bald!). And got to be first non-family people to visit Jen's new apartment! It's in Mountain Terrace in Stevenson's Ranch, on the very frigg'n top of a hill. Nice place, 500 channels of TV. :D
I went to visit my old art class (during class hours this time), so they all were happy to see me... lol, after a while, Jeff got kinda angry that I was distracting all of them from working. He told me Courtney might stop by during the winter, so I hope to run into her sometime then; I haven't seen her since I left the class, a little after graduation.
Well anyhoo, I finally have me shedjooel for next semester:

ART 140 Begin 2D Design MW 8:00AM-10:50AM
ART 124A Drawing I MW 11:00AM-1:50PM
PSY 150 Prin Hum Behavior TTh 9:30AM-10:45AM
PHIL 200 Critical Reasoning TTh 11:00AM-12:15PM
R S 150 World Religions TTh 12:30PM-1:45PM
Fridays... FREEEEEE!!!

"[Doniger] quit after six months, telling the director of the lab that 'particle physics is for jerkoffs.'"
My appointment for registration advisement for classes next semester was 9 AM, so once that was over, I had over 3 hours to kill on campus before geography. So I went to the Oviatt Library's second floor lounge with intention to finish reading Timeline and do some research for my speech on marijuana I have to give tomorrow morning. Didn't happen. I fell asleep the whole time. At least now I feel more awake...
Well I'm supposed to register for the spring semester classes tonight at 9 PM with the suggested class list I have in my hand. Assuming they're all still open, I'm taking 15 units and I finally get some goddamn art classes, Drawing and 2D Design, plus Philosophy 200, Psychology 150, and Asian American Studies. I dunno if I want to take AAS, though. I could replace it with a foreign language, of which the only ones I have any interest in are French and Japanese (ASL isn't taught here for GE credit dammit. I'd much rather take ASL. *sigh*). I have 4 hours to make my decision and organize a schedule.
At least I finally got my damn art classes. :)

No seriously, I really can't stand Quizilla...
...but nonetheless I found these particular quizzes interesting. But that's it for me.

My inner child is ten years old!
The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost in a good book, or giggling with my best friend, I live in a world apart, one full of adventure and wonder and other stuff adults don't understand.
How Old is Your Inner Child?


your asshole.
What swear word are you?
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