Bare

Indulgence: People Stylewatch magazine, NOT doing homework, listening to blackbird a million catrillion times
Coveting: motorcross jeans, fearlessness, normal conversation skills, patience, passion
Love: culinary related things, really friendly people, effort, people with musical abilities(especially in the singing, guitar playing, possibly piano or other cool instrument, sort of way. what's even better? when you combine them.), compassion

So...the other day, I was volunteering down at the Vons in SanPedro collecting receipts to donate to harbor interfaith. why? because there's a thing that says 10% back blah blah. and basically 10% of the amount you spend will be donated to whatever organization. And we're using it to feed homeless kids. BUT ANYWAY, that's not the point. the point was the variety of people that I encountered. The variety of people was such an eclectic collection. I must say, there are some CRRAAZZYY people in pedro. Then I compare them to pv, and i'm like. woah. hahaa but anyways. some people were just insane. Like one guy was asking what the thing was for and i said ten percent of what you buy goes to homeless children.
him: there arn't homeless in america. Me:mm, i think there are.. Him: YEAH? where?! Me: umm, i'm not positive, but this organization knows.. Him:all you guys have ipods and blah blah blah *walks away WITHOUT giving me a receipt.
jerk. Then some other guy was like. "hey, i'm homeless, help me" and i was like umm.. Him:"yeah why isn't anyone helping me?!? huh?" Me: uhhh....
Some other lady got all like crazy on me. and was liek WHY ARE YOU COLLECTING RECEIPTS? and i was like ten percent goes to blah blah blahhh... then she thought i was lying or something. and was like HOW DOES THAT WORK. and got all mean about it. and finally at the end and i was like please donate! and she liek angrily was like "NO!".
man, like i don't understand these people. it's not liek we're collecting actual money. that we could liek smuggle for ourselves. and like. dude we're like little asian people collecting it. do we look shady to you? i dont' think so. and i mean, we're just trynna do something good. they don't HAVE to help us, they can just like. ignore us or politely say nah. or something. they don't have to go all up in our business and like shut us down intensely and crap. cause what's the use of that? I don't get people who are like mean for no reason. It's extremely irritating. I understand if they had a bad day, but even if i had a bad day and was asked to donate, i'd ignore the people, go on my way. i wouldn't try to pick some sort of fight or something.
but anyway, i lovee the people that are so nice and are like exclaiming "I HAVE OTHER RECEIPTS AT HOME!" and tell us they're going to go get it. or those people that are amazed when they ask if anyone shuts us down and i reply "YES". and those people who just take the extra 2 seconds and say "good luck!". I really do think a bit of kindness can circulate through the world. Whoever said the nice guy finishes last, has it ALL wrong in my book.

I really wanted to go to the OC style/fashion week. :[ especially the one saturday from like 6pm or something. with Nordstroms and Metropark. *sighhh. and one of the days they had people from Seventeen magazine that were taking pictures of people to be like potential models for their magazine and like post some pictures online. dude, that sounds like fun just for "kicks". haha.

FOOD. FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD.
Sometimes i LOVE food. Every aspect of it. the textures, the colors, the plating, the tastes, the beauty of it when it all comes together in interesting ways. and sometimes, it's just the necessity of survival. eat it, done.
i'm unsure why i have such opposite ends of the spectrum- sort of opinion about it. But i do. I have made a decision that i'm going to atleast ATTEMPT to learn to cook by the time i get to college/in college. I mean there's just so many great pluses about it. 1.everyone/your dormmates will love you. 2.it's cheaper to cook than to go out all the time 3.it's fun to have cooking night ins 4.first step to independence.
But I don't want to just learn to cook. I want to be EXCELLENT at it. the kind where people say "let's go over to heather's, she's an amazing cook" sort of cook. I have a feeling I won't learn by then. but, one day. just watch. my kid is going to show up all of your kids at lunch sometime with his/her AMAZING meals. every single day. all day and all night baby. (totally jealous of the person who has people who love her enough to make THAT up there.) (and that lasagna dessert thing? amazing! innovative, colorful, just plain awesome.)

i hate liars. I understand that we all lie, i do. But i just really dislike those people that lie EXTREMELY FREQUENTLY. i don't understand the reasoning behind it. 1.you lose trust 2.it's stupid 3.why would you need to? ... it's just frustrating.

I miss the old times/the "oldtimes" in my mind. The times where kids would go out into the forest and catch bugs. NOT go and play rockband for hours in front of a television. The times when people would come together at a ball and dance those synchronized folkish dances. NOT go to dances and grind/ basically have dry sex upp on a wall. The times when if a boy and girl even glanced at each other from across the room, it was considered flirtatious and even a bit scandalous. NOT that a girl at age 15 ish having sex isn't all that much out of the ordinary. The times where people would come together and have cups of tea and intriguing conversations. NOT go out drinking, getting wasted, doing drugs, making out till who knows when. The times of class, poise, dignity, elegance, and grace. NOT raunchy, sex appeal, flaunting, gaudiness, and shallowness.

I feel like my posts are getting LONGER and LONGER...

je t'aime. Commet talle vous?
Heather

photocredit: thenibble.com, some random person