sam and jorge pretending to do work. this is what i can look forward to after graduation!

GRoOVe roBber (2:55:26 PM): http://www.consumervaluedirect.com/cvd
GRoOVe roBber (2:55:36 PM): i did that chocolate banner on that page
AvanteHard (2:55:58 PM): THAT IS SOOOO CHEESY!
GRoOVe roBber (2:56:18 PM): HEY! It's doing well!
AvanteHard (2:56:26 PM): HOW DO YOU KNOW?
GRoOVe roBber (2:56:41 PM): they tell me
GRoOVe roBber (2:56:58 PM): how can you say it's cheesy?!?! That is the
culmination of my life's work!!!
AvanteHard (2:57:40 PM): ALL GREAT ARTIST CREATE FROM TRUE LIFE
EXPERIENCE....
AvanteHard (2:57:49 PM): SO WHERE'S THE KIDDY PORN?
GRoOVe roBber (2:58:12 PM): dude, I bite into chocolate bars with the
wrapper still on all the time!
GRoOVe roBber (2:58:23 PM): that's all me.
AvanteHard (2:59:26 PM): DO PPL REALLY GET FREE CHOCOLATE?
GRoOVe roBber (2:59:55 PM): yeah, they sign up and give their info away
and we send them a candy bar.
AvanteHard (3:00:09 PM): ALREADY BITEN INTO?
GRoOVe roBber (3:00:13 PM): It's like those things you used to get in the
mail, the surveys that came with a dollar bill
AvanteHard (3:00:47 PM): DO YOU LIKE PERSONALLY BITE?
GRoOVe roBber (3:00:49 PM): yes, already bitten into. By your truly. I
like to give a little bit of sammy to everyone.
AvanteHard (3:01:10 PM): EWW........NO THANK YOU......
AvanteHard (3:01:57 PM): I VE BEEN STARING AT THESE DRAWINGS FOR A WHILE
NOW...
AvanteHard (3:02:09 PM): I THINK THEY'RE ON TO ME.....
GRoOVe roBber (3:02:43 PM): you need to do some fake mouse movements
GRoOVe roBber (3:03:10 PM): You know what I like doing? The fake- damn my
computer froze move
AvanteHard (3:03:47 PM): I CANT DO THAT....SEEING HOW INSTANT MESSENGER
KEEPS POPING UP
GRoOVe roBber (3:03:55 PM): you just click on your mouse real hard, hit
the space bar a lot, curse a little at the monitor and reboot. Then you
can get up for a cigarette break.
GRoOVe roBber (3:04:02 PM): sorry dude, I'll take 5.
AvanteHard (3:04:25 PM): THAT SOUNDS GOOD.....

"she wanted to tell him how good she felt but didn't know how to build the house of words she could invite him into."

manifesto to gideon:

gideon yago may be the perfect man for me, in my mind, at least. well, to be fair, the perfect guy would be a mix of chris martin, jimmy fallon, conan o'brien, jake gyllenhaal, heath ledger.....ok ok ok so gideon.

i came home after classes today and turned on the tv, and when i saw his face on the screen, i almost swooned. i've long thought of him as the perfect guy for the following reasons (in descending order of importance):

5) he's cute as hell. good lord. his lips move in this sorta cute offbeat way when he talks. so sexy. no it's not a speech impediment or a lisp (he's not korean, is he???). he's got great eyes and great hair, clothes look good on him (and off him, i'm sure). he's just got a great package. and a great PACKAGE.
4) he reminds me of my 7th grade summer camp crush that i've never really gotten over and always wondered about...
3) he's got brains -- he went to columbia. plus didn't he cover the presidential elections for MTV? or rock the vote or something? politically aware guys get bonus points (hey, i go to berkeley, gimme a break).
2) he's articulate. i can count the number of guys i know who can express themselves as well as he on one three-fingered hand.
1) the glasses man -- lisa's weakness. he used to have the cute thick rimmed ones, but the ones he has now are just as nice.

he used to have cute kind of curly hair, too, and freesia swears that i have a thing for guys with sort of curly hair. i totally disagree. it's like saying i have a thing for guys with rosy cheeks, or guys who are into indie music, or arty guys, or....hey.

anyways, to be fair, i'm sure that gideon has his faults. i'm sure that he's pretty full of himself, or thinks he's right ALL THE TIME, or thinks he knows everything, or he's lazy as hell, or really sheisty, or likes to play video games ALL THE TIME. he probably doesn't drink, or doesn't smoke, or has no backbone, or no sense of adventure. actually he's probably just really immature and irresponsible. or maybe he is saving himself for marriage, or doesn't want to commit to any plans ever. he's probably really demanding too and oversensitive. but he's also probably really insensitive to others' needs, inconsiderate, callous and tactless. he probably doesn't want to give up on the dreams he had when he was 16, which is fine, i suppose.

but until i actually meet him and realize these all-so-real faults, he'll only have the "cute" faults -- like he's too spontaneous and can't stop waiting for me after my classes unexpectedly. or he'll want to drive across the country out of the blue, or go to a concert in sf one night, or stand outside my window and sing me a song using big cards with pictures on them. or he can't decide if we should go to paris or london or hawaii or south of france as a graduation trip. or he'll bribe the school band and sing me a song from the bleachers while i'm at soccer practice. or he'll run halfway across town to try to stop me from going to london for six months, and i'll tell him "everyone gets corrupted." or he'll want to stay in and watch "annie hall" while i'll want to watch "manhattan" or something ... which are, you know, faults i can handle.

so i suppose i should address what happened on friday night at the partay. i can't remember too much of it, but i apologize to those who i surely offended in my state, to those who had to sleep on the floor because i crashed on their bed, and to those who had to clean up my vomit. total party foul, dude! i also apologize to the many brain cells which had to die because of my weaknesses. rip.

*****

"We understand some people think Gwen Stefani's hot, but let's face facts: She's not even the prettiest person in her 'marriage.'"

anonymous quote of the day: "i know that you're trying to sleep with me, but i can't decide whether or not i'm ok with that."

amendment: sam noted that elvis costello (who performed in the clash tribute at the grammys) is british. i retract my statement, but the sentiment behind it remains (see earlier posting).

this is for anne:

VINES SUCKA!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

anyone else notice how many hipsters there are on campus? like crazy mega hipsters, like the strokes-style. guys and girls. i noticed them while i was distributing hardboileds on sproul today. what's up with them? they just look ridiculous among all the cal sweatshirts and flip flops. i save my hipster outfits for the bars dude. is it worth it? lemme work it.

so live 105 has been playing good music lately. anyone else think so? yes. live 105 is soooo 8th grade, but they're getting pretty good. they played the libertines today, which i dug, and they're really pushing the streets, and that's ok in my book. i dunno bout that new white stripes song, though. rock is back! i feel really stupid saying that.

so this weekend, kimi and i actually did stuff in berkeley, instead of just go to blakes, which is never really as fun as you would think it might be on a weekend. i spent two hours waiting for her to get here at the starbucks near the bart station, so by the time she got there, i was pretty wired. or i should say, I WAS PRETTY WIRED!!!!! the reason for her coming to kick it here in berkeley was because i twisted her arm into coming to check out planet rock the block, which she didn't want to do because shimon was going to be there djing. so we go check it out, and of course she was totally trippin (is there any way to write that phrase and not sound stupid), looking out for him and being crazy paranoid. but (thankfully) we didn't see him, and she was cool after some cigarettes. it was pretty cool, and kimi commented that there are cuter guys at cal than at uc santa cruz, and at that moment, i had to agree with her. but what is up with hip hop poseurs?!?!? damn.

we went to battle of the bands later that night, which was pretty cool too. totally different crowd than planet rock the block. anyways, the bands that won were pretty good, and the band that won first prize had a really cute lead singer, so i'm sure they'll make it. he was really cute, reminded me of the guy who was best looking at my high school. then we went to bison for the final time before they closed, and the owner was incredibly nice to us and took care of our bill. it's so sad that there will be no more bison. what am i going to drink before my afternoon classes now??

you might think i'm joking with that last comment, but let me reassure you i am not. drinking in between classes is a trend i have begun this semester. yesterday was mardi gras, and anne and jenille and i took advantage of their $3 20 oz. hurricanes. we had a few in between classes and then one after classes -- yes, i ingested 60 oz. of hurricanes yesterday. funny thing -- in my class after we had the first round, i was supersleepy, probably due to the alcohol, and i took the best nap i've ever taken in a class. i woke up all refreshed.

ok last thing. it really bothers me when people say "or whatnot" or "etcetera, etcetera, etcetera." i feel like i could save so many more moments of my life if people just did not say such things. and i could save up all those unused moments and then spend them all at the end on a trip to paris or something. so please, help me get to paris, and stop saying "or whatnot" or "etcetera, etcetera, etcetera." thank you.

i hate those people who put cheesy ass love song lyrics in their profiles and/or blogs!!! so, here we are:

And maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
Well it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

i've been on this strange poetry kick lately. i've never really liked poetry before. it always seemed so pretentious to me. but i'm starting to feel it. i really dug the spoken word benefit on saturday night, esp bao phi. "reverse racism" blew me away! then today i got to see nikki giovanni, which i totally loved. she was so great. man. poetry. who knew?

some tunes on heavy rotation in lisaland:
-"hallelujah," jeff buckley - this song will be played at my funeral. until then, it's the first song i listen to every day.
-"mind sex," dead prez - i'm ready to get some.
-"girls not grey," afi - punk is back! i don't know what that means.
-"like a stone," audioslave - dude, this video makes them all look so goddamn sexy. wifebeater and tatoos, that's all i'm gonna say.
-"police and thieves," the clash - i'm on a big clash kick right now. anyone else annoyed that there were no british singers in that clash tribute on the grammys? they just didn't do the song justice.
-"all the things she said," tatu - number one song in england, i think they're playing the video on mtv too.
-"behind the music" (entire album), the soundtrack of our lives - pretty good! swedes impersonating the beatles.

my friend bethany and i randomly send each other choice anecdotes/IM converations/quotes/emails from our summer interning together at asianavenue.com. here was a LOLer from her--

"i must've forwarded this to myself when i wrote this a couple summers ago because it was so ridiculous. read it and laugh :)

my boss ims me a list of things to find for the movie. among them is the "run studio." what the hec is that, i ask my friend lisa. she doesn't know. i ask the other intern, sam. he doesn't know. so i im my boss back (which is silly cause he sits right behind me but whatever we all use it for work..haha) to ask him what a run studio is and he proceeds to explain what it is. i read what he writes and i'm still not completely sure but i im him a couple studios, hoping they're the right ones. so keep in mind he has explained what a "run studio" is. next i turn around cause he has a question about the review and then i ask him which credits he wanted cause he wasn't clear. so he goes to this website and says, "it's these two things." well he pointed out the exact same studios i imed him for the "run studio." so then i say, "well then what's the run studio." and he looks at me confused and says, "run studio? there's no such thing as a run studio." and i say, "but
you just asked me to find it." (not to mention that he also explained what it was) he says, "i did?" i say, "ya look at the im conversation." he looks and says, "oh." he is on crack."

so i was sitting in my excrutiatingly boring but mandatory ethnic studies class today, and i glanced out the window briefly to look at a guy walking by (some things never change). all of a sudden i imagined myself climbing out the window without anyone noticing, you know, real subtle-like. and then i thought of diving out the window, cuz that might be faster and less likely to draw attention. then i thought of morphing myself into a gelatinous liquid and sort of sliding out the window, which would be the quietest.

i've been thinking like that a lot lately -- sort of like woody allen-type ridiculous situations. for example: i had a dream last night that my friend ivan was talking to me about this guy that i am/was interested in except that i didn't think he knew him (and i don't think he knows him in real life....DOES HE?!?), and i thought he was referring to this other guy i was interested in during my senior year of high school, who also happens to have the same name. let's say the name is mmmbruce, which it's not, even though i did have a thing for a guy named bruce, but that was not senior year of high school, that was sophomore year college, and besides this fictitious name is mmmbruce anyways.

anyways, so in the dream ivan goes, "oh yea, so leese, you should stop by the party tonight" (which, i swear, he is always saying to me because i always see him around rush time and he always invites me to those parties, which aren't so bad really, i mean, is dancing on window ledges ever bad?, but the guys are so spikeyhairbaggypantsblackshirtredfaced and the chance they'll talk to you is like 1 in 10,000 because they are, after all, ASIAN). so i go "oh yea um maybe" and ivan goes, "well mmmbruce is gonna be there." and i assume he's talking about the mmmbruce i had a crush on in high school, so i'm like "uhh ok whatever" and then ivan looks me in the eye and goes "no, leese, mmmbruce is gonna be there," obviously indicating the current mmmbruce. and then ivan proceeds to give me the background on the current mmmbruce -- like oh he used to run track in high school, and he was really good, and he still runs every now and then, which is why i see him around the gym sometimes (it all made sense in the dream, see). i woke up all excited cuz i knew a little bit more dirt on mmmbruce and almost went to the track to look for him but i realized that it was just a dream.

so the woody allen-esque part comes in here -- i was talking to freesia tonight about another guy who i've stumbled upon who fits the current bill (dark-rimmed glasses, artsy type) and also has the same frakin name -- mmmbruce. and i said wouldn't it be funny if i had a dream where all the mmmbruces were in it and i'm talking to the one mmmbruce about anouther mmmbruce but i think he's referring to the high school mmmbruce, who has to make a cameo and be all "hey lisa" so i can say "NO, NOT YOU! i liked you in like high school and i was so over it like hella fast!" and all the mmmbruces are everywhere and causing much chaos in the life of lisa.

you know, just like in real life.

Let the record show that on Monday, February 17th, 2003, at 12:31 AM, Lisa lost all her moral integrity and started a blog. This came from reading others' blogs and realizing that any monkey with a keyboard can do this. So I should be fine...

Freesia told me to start mine here on blogger instead of on xanga because it is, in her words, "too trendy," and whilst I have never been opposed to things that are "too trendy," I trust Freesia in all things that are not concerning boys, clothes, music, life mottos, morals, etc. (HA!)

I see all of you out there salivating in anticipation for a brief glimpse into my life, so I won't keep you waiting any longer:

Friday was a good going-out night -- I was ready to hit some bars with my, in Kimi's words, "get it girl" outfit coupled with my "can't have it" attitude (she later pointed out that I always have this attitude, which is true). Valentine's Day isn't a huge deal for me -- sometimes I have a Valentine, sometimes not, and I know it's really nothing to cry or swoon about. Kimi had just gotten into a mega relationship-ending spat with her ex, so I picked her up all the way across town and came all the way back over here to meet up with Anne and Daisy at a bar called 26 mix, at Mission and 26th St. My sister said she'd heard some good things about it, and we were willing to check it out. It was pretty cool inside -- nicely decorated (Valentine's Day theme, of course) and I enjoyed lounging on the swanky velvet banquette. There were also Hershey's kisses on the tables (score!) and the Cosmos were excellent. It was all very Sex in the City, except that the people on the dancefloor were horrible dancers (I felt like I was back in England), and the crowd was mainly older and White. The DJ was very very good -- "OPP," "Let's Talk About Sex," and even my new guilty pleasure, "In Da Club." I'd heartily recommend this bar, but only on nights when the crowd is a little better.

We decided to try our luck elsewhere, and moved on to Haight Street to check out the new club there called Milk. It was 12:45 am by the time we got there, but the cover was still $10! The place looked pretty cool inside, and there was a cool crowd standing outside too. Hopefully I'll get to check this place out later with my Haight Street hos (you know who you are).

So we walked over to our Ol' Reliable, Hobson's Choice aka Victorian Punch Bar aka Tart with alcohol. That was pretty fun. As we drove home, Kimi and I couldn't help but wonder -- where are all the college kids?!?!?! Because they are obviously NOT at the bars. We deduced that most of the college kids are at the clubs, and we resolved to hit those up next weekend. I cringe at the idea of clubs, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I talked to my sister later that night and she made the astute point that all the guys that we would want to meet aren't at any bar or club anyways -- they're at home, chillin. Which is probably true. But what does this say about us girls who go out to bars and clubs? And how do we get at these home dwellers anyways?

More answers next week, hopefully.