Why is it that those we believe we are closest to feel, at times, that we're miles apart?  I'm not talking about physical space like the proximity between two people.  Rather, I'm talking about psychological realms.  For all of you who aren't in tune with the intimate details of my personal life, you'll soon find out that I'm not one to publically proclaim the inner workings of my heart or report the acutely personal ponderings of my mind.  Today, however, I'm going to make an exception for a certain someone very near and dear to me.  This is for you booboo!!!

Over the past 2 almost 3 months now, I've been dating a fabulous guy whose sweet, kind, generous, funny, gentle, sexy, and very thoughtful.  He's gotten me to open up in ways I've never known before, and he has shown me through his humble actions and words that the Prince Charming from all my fairy tale books really does exist!

We started off on a rather strange note.  I first met him at Lola's Martini Lounge the night before my midterm on Beowulf.  sssshhhhh!!!  Don't tell my Germanic warlord lover that I had an illicit affair from a Thai-Chinese Don Juan.  To cut to the chase, we talked about thing over raspberry, orange cream, watermelon, and lemonade flavored liquor.  It was refreshing and intoxicating to say the least.

The next major event aside from X-Men was a car show at Redondo Beach high school.  Wow!  What an experience, a day full of rice rockets and the foci crew!  It wasn't quite my ideal "car show" experience, but it was still thrilling.  It's very stimilating to see so many fixed up cars in such a small parking lot. 

After the show, we went to Third Street to walk around, and I couldn't believe it.  I actually found a guy who goes shopping!!!  Needless to say, that was a first aside from Kydah.  I was the one waiting for him to pay for his purchases instead of vice versa.  But, at least I know that I could get a job as a BR mannequin (btw: I'm an English major who can't spell to save my life). 

From there it was off to Leo and Janette's apartment gathering.  I'll be honest when I say that I wasn't really feeling too hot by the end of the night.  Thankfully, God or the great Cosmic Creator snapped me to my senses.

*fast forward*

Ah!  Memorial Day... a time for backyard BBQs, booze, and last minute spring time festivities to ring in the approach of summertime sunshine.  Infamous Wong family BBQ!  Yummy.  I got someone hooked!!!  I'm telling you, one taste and you'll never go back to anything else.  Well, the main point of this section is NOT to advertise my mother's awesome BBQ chicken, but rather, to say how awesome Charlie was for sharing his BBQ expertise with my father and bonding like a man with my eccentric family.

Anyways, my shitty AOL DSL is going psycho so I want to post this before I lose it all.  Essentially, I just want everyone to know (the entire 2 people who still check my site) that I have an extraordinary BF who I care for immensely. 

*MaUh*

From BooBoo to BoogBoog!  ;)

I apologize for the ZILLION years that have elapsed between my last entry and my current blog.  What can I say?  Life has recently felt a lot like water; at times, soft and soothing like the morning dew, and at other times, more powerful and unforgiving than the raging floods.  For any and all of you who actually visit my site anymore, here's a recap of my life since I last left off.

First and foremost, I'm no longer a Bruin.  I officially graduated with Latin honors with a BA in English Literature.  I walked on Sunday, June 15th, and basked in my entire 30 seconds of UCLA fame upon the graduation platform.  After the ceremony, I headed back to my house for munchies and then to the infamous CBS for a lobster and 8 course meal.  Though I think I stressed a bit too much for my own good that day, I have to admit that the whole event went rather well.  Everyone I love was there to see me, and my second row aisle seat allowed me to get a glimpse of them as well.  I don't know what was more emotional and overwhelming--the fact that I became the first one in my family to get a Liberal Arts degree in English OR the fact that I'd be leaving behind an awesome campus and even more incredible friends. 

To this very moment, it still hasn't hit me that I'm not going to be returning to the rolling hills of Westwood come Fall.  No more Atrium Court PH apartment, no more long strolls to Royce Hall or Rolfe lecture rooms, no more term papers, no more Nothern Lights or Kerkhoff cafe lattes...  It's truly the end of an era!

After all the graduation formalities were taken care of, I was supposed to go on a roadtrip with Kydah to celebrate our newfound freedom.  That trip, however, never took shape.  Instead, I've been playing "pseudo mommy" to Simba, my sister's new puppy.  He's a cutie pie, but he needs constant attention and people to train him to use the potty in the right places.  Charlie has been a doll through it all, helping me train the little rascal go "pee pee poo poo."  Thanks boog!!!

With Simba here, there, and everywhere, I've also tried to put my new room in order.  I figured that I'd have a lot of stuff to move back home, but I didn't realize just how much there really was.  Four years of accumulated junk is now piled high all throughout my modest home.  I've spent the last 2 weeks moving out of Atrium and moving back into some sort of order at home.  So far, my task has been unsuccessful.  I'm currently living out of two rooms and two closets.  I'm not complaining about the extra closet space, but the walks between the new back room and my current one get annoying.  I can't wait to be settled in completely.

On another note, I'm going to miss my partial independence from parents and the confines of HOME home.  Kay has moved back to Arcadia (aka Arcasia), and despite all her fobby quirks, I know I'm going to miss complaining to her and talking to her about cookies and animal crackers.  Yet, like all parts of life, I realize that she and I must take our separate paths and diverge from the roommate road to become our own independent women.

I believe that sums up all the major things aside from my normal finals stressing and my own highly personal drama. 

I'm just glad I have supportive people who care for me and love me who show me that every cloud as a silver lining.

"…for many days, my brain worked with a dim and undetermined sense of unknown modes of being. In my thoughts, there was a darkness—call it solitude, or blank desertion—no familiar shapes of hourly objects, images of trees, of sea or sky, no colors of green fields, but huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through my mind by day, and were the trouble of my dreams."  ~ William Wordsworth

Some people swear that dreams are merely freakish aberrations—windows into our subconscious minds and portals into a realm unattainable to us through our finite human sensibilities. Others dismiss dreams as figments of our imagination—hidden fears and unrequited passions unleashed in an elaborate array of images and memories full of uncanny sound and fury. And then there are those who believe something in between—a tenuous middle ground that lingers on the fringes of the sublime and an inexplicable state of mind that remains forever skeptical of that which falls shy of the concrete and the tangibly real.

Lately, I’ve been disturbed by my dreams, jarred awake by a force in my mind that denies me peace, a tormenting spirit in my head that won’t let me rest…

Over the past week, so much has happened, and at the same time, nothing at all. I want to say that my life suddenly transformed into a whirlwind that mercilessly sucked me in, whipped me around, and then slammed me against the ground harder than bone-crushing embrace of a sumo wrestler. In many ways, life has taken me on a wild roller coaster ride, and I think that I have become a tad more cynical and jaded because of it.

At the same time, however, some invisible and unexplainable force has compelled me to take a step back, induced me to take a deep breath, and just be in the moment. And for a precious split second, everything bad fades into the distance and the cruel, cruel world doesn’t seem so bad anymore.

Alas, those coveted movements pass away into the abyss of time, and once again I’m left standing there between the "once upon a time" of my fairy tale fantasies and the shattered shards of a "happily ever after" that will never come true.