Line Check and fine-ass pixels

On cyber-stalking girls on myspace

Me: I dunno what she looks like. The jpeg is too small.
Nato: Dude, you can can tell if a girl is attractive no matter how small the image is.
Me: Really?
John: Yea like, man, those pixels are fiiiine.

Then we digitally zoomed in on some more jpegs. *sigh*

true.

Corn, Cheese, and the Force (of love)

I was home a few weekends ago to help pack up stuff into the new house. My mom and I were in my old room, which, after I left home, became my grandmother's room until she passed away. My Mom showed me a piece of paper she had found folded into my grandma's journal. It was an essay I wrote nearly 7 years ago. It was my personal statement used to apply to the design program at UCLA. It took me 3 tries to get into that program...and this essay was from my last attempt.

I read it and felt immediately embarrassed. It seemed so corny and optimistic. Did I really feel like that when I was 20? God, its so cheesy. How did Granny even find this...I don't even have a copy of this anymore. I quickly put it away.

My Mom was beaming. I left the room to go poo. A poo of shame.

Last night I shared this story with John and Connie. I told them about the corn, cheese, and general embarrassment I felt. Connie said, ya know, your grandma probably thought that was really special, and in her old age, to read something so idealistic and passionate really meant something to her. When you wrote that you were just being honest, right? She prolly treasured it. Or she would use it for a good laugh before going to bed.

Man, word life.

John then told us about how he was cleaning out his brother's room and found his old storm trooper action figure. He ran to his room and showed it us. That's tight too, yo!