I love talking to older people, (50+ age group except for the creepy ones, you know, the ones on that Hugh Hefner status) from the nice lady who would always give me a scoop of ice cream when I went to visit her across the street to even the grouchy ones who look like they’re boutta beat your punk ass with their walker and pull of the little tennis ball things to throw at you as you run away. Regardless, they’re full of amazing stories.
So the last person I had a chat with was Ms. Daar, the substitute teacher. She’s from Brooklyn, New York and was a part of a civil rights organization during her college years. She helped organize local demonstrations, after school tutoring in poor neighborhoods, and boycotted local stores like the 5 & Dime. To top it off, in 1963, she grabbed the last seat on a bus to the nation’s capital to hear Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Had a Dream” speech at the March On Washington.
Lucky, lucky, lucky.
I think every person should write up an autobiography. Forreals.
Today was a pretty good Saturday. It was Elleanor’s birthday, and her house was packed. Filipino parties and family is like, damn. But anyway, friends were there too, and it was nice seeing people I care about and not having to worry about what I said or did or anything like that. It was nice not seeing Satan for once, and I really want people to come over to my house now. I should throw a party.
Lol, my house is just small so it made it seem like it was packed. Lol
I’d go to your party. I want to see the Jesus walls. :D
I was running on only 3 hours of shweepy time and surprisingly, I didn’t sleep through any of my classes today :)
I have to say, I was talkin a bit too much up in Leadership. And then I went “Pssst!” to Mariano, but I didn’t realize how loud I was being, and then everyone just decided to shut up. Put myself on the spot, gosh darn it.
So I had to say something. It’s a good thing Ms Williams was taking roll, used that as an excuse and told Mariano to quit talking while Ms Williams was trying to find everyone. I think everyone is tired of my incessant chatter, haha.
But really though, I think I need to watch my mouth more often.
Then 12:00 rolled around and Megan and I hiked on up the the M building to play piano.
Taught my booboo how to play the first page of Ballade pour Adeline. She actually memorized it all! <— so proud of you baby, haha :)
Chem sem was somewhat boring today, which is odd because chem sem is usually never boring.
Got home, cleaned up the house, made goody bags for the nephews and nieces, helped Debs make adobo, embutido, buko pandan, and cook the sago for whatever she’s planning on mixing up tomorrow.
Oooooooh, tomorrow. -____-
I hope papalicious pangilinan didn’t invite any poopy relatives. I do not want to be dealing with no poopy relatives tomorrow.
But I guess it’d be alright, I have some of my MCHS family members with me tomorrow. :D
Oh, and happy one year anniversary to Megan and Jonathan!
I dont know you, I don’t want to get to know you, so please, quit texting me.
Who gave my number to this bothersome fool??
We need to have a talk. Just because I give you my number, doesn’t mean you have the permission to give it out. Have some respect or even just common sense and ask me first. I don’t need to have some cocky 19 year old high school dropout trying to get at me.
talk on the phone is sooo entertaining. I know I know, being nosy is a no-no, but seriously. These women have some interesting stories.
I like listening to people talk about their lives, I just find it interesting. :)
Like today, I was getting my research paper corrected by one of the English professors at the library. Her name is Rana Lee Borson, Jewish, 73 years old, and basically told me half her life story. She started telling me about her grandmother and the Holocaust, her family’s traditions, and how she was forced into marriage and how that affected her life. Pretty dramatic stuff to tell my pea brained 15 year old mind.
Went to Berkeley to watch the Congolese? dance performance (Diamano Coura) for Prof. Hodge’s class.
I’m trying to get in line early because it’s a free event. Free. FREE. Come on now, who doesn’t like “free”? Free, discounted, aaah, favorite words of my bargain shopping/cheap self, lol
I refuse to pay full price.
Unless it’s food, that’s not something that’s usually discounted…
Unless I try.
So I know that all the smart people are gonna make sure they get the most they can out of “free”. Show starts at 1, we get there at 12:20.
"ELLEANOR! SLOW DOWN! WHY ARE YOU WALKING SO FAST?!"
Girl, you besssss believe I am NOT waiting for you. Sorry homegurrl, I want a good seat. Just saayin. But no worries, i’ll save you one. But it’d be nice if you could walk WITH me, not behind me. Gueessss what?
Long ass line.
And these mofos wanted to walk slower.
But I love them anyways, so it doesnt matter, :)
OOOOOOOOOOOOH! But the lady behind us was just annoying. I’m in line, and this woman is still trying to cut ahead of me. No no no no no, no. She was so close to me. See, I talk with my hands a lot, so basically, this woman got smacked a couple of times. And still, this lady did not back up.
AND THEN she wants to go ahead and complain how I’m letting all these people in with me, when the WHITE lady in front of me just let more ppl with her into the line. HELLO? RACISM. It’s cause we can tan, isnt it?
She was yelling
"No! They cannot get in line! I’ve been waiting here for 30 minutes just for you to let all these people in line?! Tell them to go to the back of the line!”
Woman. Woman. No. Hush. If you read the dang booklet, you can clearly see that the Hall can fit 2,000 people. You’re probably number 156, so dont be complaining.
But Berkeley was nice, had fun. Daechelle stole the gigantic balloons on the way off campus. Had a lot of food. Then got stuck here doing hwk.