Thank you God. March 13 at the Wiltern. I'm seeing her live.

After I saw this clip, a part of me died. A cynical part.

What song is playin at the start of this clip?

My buddy thought the FEMBOTS originated from Austin Powers. Sad.



I love lists
I love making lists
I love playing games involving lists
I love beating people in games that involve lists
Bruce Willis movies
Top 10 things bought at Staples
Academy-award winning actresses
Favorite songs of 06
Errands I need to do before Tuesday
I'm really good at crossing things off a list
I love listings
I love bullet points
* I love small damp dots
- I love a good passive agressive dash
~ I love this too
I forget what that's called
I like the writing part of making lists
I love using felt-tip pens
I love sharpies more
They smell good
I love numbers
1. when they work out
2. when they reconcile
3. when they bring order to a list
I count things
Sometimes patterns emerge
I love that
I also love notepads
I love buckslips
I love graph paper
All good for making lists
You know what scotch tape is good for?
Taping your lists up on the wall
It's really good for that
Sometimes it can be a horrific mess out there
Profoundly horrific



After two years of utter confusion in America, I finally had a strong grasp of the language at 3rd grade. Soon, I was being pushed in all my subjects from the low levels to advance levels. Then, confirming everyone's suspicions, I was tested and found to be GIFTED which then qualified me to join the PREP program. And so for a few hours a day, a few of us were pulled out of class by the special ed teacher to do interesting projects that involved creativity, imagination, intelligence, and the Apple IIe.

I LOVED LOVED that I had been discovered for all to recognize and I LOVED LOVED Mrs. Mitchiner and I LOVED LOVED that she had saved me and I began to LOVE LOVE myself.

LOVE LOVE until one day during PREP, I learned something that perhaps I learned a little too soon.

The five of us (Not everyone can be gifted, ya know) were working through a workbook of LOGO programs on the Apple IIe. I found myself whizzing through them while others seemed to have trouble. Mrs. Mitchiner was occupied with someone else when I threw up my hands proudly and began to yell "Mrs. Mitchiner! Mrs. Mrs. Mitchiner! I'm done! What now? I'm done now! Mrs. Mitchineeer! What should I do now! Mrs. Mrs. Mitchiner!"

I must have peaked her boiling point because all of a sudden, she turned to me and yelled "I can't help you right now because right now I'm working with Jessica. And you know what? I would probably be done quicker if you were not distracting me by your whining."


I literally wanted the school to blow up in that second so that what just had occured would be forever buried under a mound of broken beige computer parts.

It was a tough lesson to learn but I realized that day that in America, being smart did not TRUMP all things and that you had to be MORE.... and that being found GIFTED was not the golden ticket that I had been led to believe.

Damn Asian parents and their willy wonka notions!