may 1st

Tomorrow.

is may 1st.

and after that, will I still have a chance?

I don't know.

Every night, I pray diligently for a miracle.

Will it happen?

please?

Spring pops May 1st and 2nd 

"s'il vous plait. laissez moi avoir la chance"

rorschach

my failure of a rorschach test result... hahaha. (:

Diagnostic Overview: Your responses indicate a strong prediliction to drinking, in fact you're probably bombed right now. Get a grip, you dope, put down the bottle and switch to heroin. Studies show it's better for you in the long-run. Return to the clinic immediately for a high-colonic and don't come back till you're straight. People who answer as you did always steal items from work, justifying it however they can.

Long-Term Prognosis: Despite your condition and its behavioral limitations, remember you can always find work as a drug-dealer or prositute if you really try. Chances are you're a Libra, like most hopeless souls. (That doesn't really mean anything, but we just figured we'd mention it.) Strangely enough, you don't hate your mother and father, but you do hate your grandmother and grandfather. Who knows what in the world that means.

HOLY MACKEREL! i really AM a LIBRA O_O
Test Results 

Sickness Quotient: 68%
Hmmm, your Sickness Quotient of 68% is a little worriesome. 

Detailed Diagnosis

• Interpersonal Insights
  You hate your mother and father, your neighbors, co-workers, friends, and just about everyone else who happens to think you're a worthless boob. You think everyone is out to get you, and you're absolutely right. It's because you're an awful person without any redeeming qualities. 
  
  
• Job Performance & Attitude
  You have a deep love for your patients, which is unfortunate since you're a veterinarian. You frequently mention terms like "core competencies" and "paradigm shifts" while at work. Stop acting like such a tool. 
  
  
• Personality Insight
  Your personal motto is "I've got to be me", but an awful lot of people wish you wouldn't.

CRASH

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK!

that's what i feel like doing.

screaming all of my frustrations away.

i wish nobody lived on my hill, well, other than my family,

so i can just.. let it all out. 

JUST ONE FUCKING WHISP OF COLD AIR.

MOTHER FUCKING JUST ONE WHISP

and it's. COUGH. COUGH. COUGH. ENDLESS COUGH.

STOP IT.

AND YOU. YOU. YOU!

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY ABOUT YOU.

YOU. OH, YOU! 

WOULD IT FUCKING KILL YOU TO GIVE A DAMN?

WOULD IT?

WOULD IT HONESTLY?

someone please remind me why.

please?

give me a clue.

the pain of my glass-gnashed finger is minimal compared to what he can cause by not giving a damn.

love is a bitch, that's what it is.

i can't concentrate. 

not anymore.

runrunrun

I don't know if any of you have ever felt the rush of adrenaline that accompanies a good work-out before, but it's quite amazing. Especially if you're running, and you can feel that pain shoot along your side, and your legs screaming for you to stop, and yet.. you keep going. It feels like accomplishing something big. It's like because you're moving on from your pain, it's as if, you're actually repelling your real-life pressures and stresses elsewhere. 

Why do I run?

Not because I do not want to show up on the Prom Court stage as a flabby duck, but because... I'm not sure, lately so many things have been bothering me.

In order to escape, forget, and relieve, I run. At least 3 miles. Ooh, that feeling of.. your lungs struggling to supply itself with air, and yet, not using an inhaler to ease that process. haha. very cool. Gosh, I sound like some sort of masochist. I just like getting rid of troubles, that's all.

Sometimes i ask myself why i care, i mean... it's true, it is hard, just as predicted. So why the fuck should i even give a damn? Because i am a quixotic fool, that's why. I guess i'm still high off of the thrill felt from knowing that the guy i've liked for so long, has the same feelings for me.

I don't know what i'm supposed to do anymore. :/

what am i supposed to do? somebody steer me in a direction, please.

When i'm with him, i'm reminded every milli, nanosecond as to why i love being with him, why i started liking him.

What if he's too busy to remind me of that now?

I mean, i still remember, but.. what if it fades away, because.. he'll be too busy for me?

oyvey. depressing topics....

anyways...

... 

i don't know.

if only he could take just.. a little bit of time out of his schedule.. to reassure me.

i guess that's asking too much.

peut-etre demain.

"Ou allons-nous maintenant?"

晕眩

I'm not sure there's a word for it in english, but it's basically a state of... consciousness mixed with unconsciousness.

I feel like lately, so much is going through my head, all of these things are ramming around trying to get itself noticed. Some things I really try not to care about, and yet, they keep screaming at me.

So much conflict. So many fears, so much to think about.

Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with me lately, or how much Fe I need. There are moments of a day, where I just completely forget everything that I memorize, and then I go searching for those things that I have lost...

It's a strange feeling. I would think that i would remember where i put my homework, and where i put my supplies.. nope. There are just moments where I'm so dizzy, that all I can focus on is to keep my eyes open. It is very peculiar to see your own arm reaching for the locker dial, and yet, you don't feel it, and all you see is a black frame around a foggy portrayal of your arm.. weird. 

And, looks like i'm going to have to start lugging around the old purple circle supplied with 27 sprays.

I'm tired...

my mind's tired..

my blood cells are probably also tired.

and yet, I have to keep going. I have to focus on what's important.

but What is important?

right now? 

just that one thing that i've been praying for, for such a long time.

Heard a really good friend say today, quoted from a movie

"Busy is another word for asshole. And asshole is another word for the guy you're dating"

haha.

eat. that. up.

i promise i'll post a funny, and amusing blog soon.

maybe after i figure out how bad of a condition i am in.

au revoir, mes amis importants.

weak

is what i feel.

very very weak. I want to slump on the floor, kind of weak.

weak because i'm so scared of what's going to happen, and yet, the one person that can relieve my fears is too busy to care.

yeah, sure, you said that things would be hard.

but you're not exactly making any effort at making things just a bit easier.

i sometimes feel like i have to beg, plead, and annoy, just to hear his voice, just to see his face.

is that how it is? really? 

weak because the one person that i thought i could always count on to care, to listen, doesn't have time to listen anymore.

i'll repeat it again, you said that things would be hard.

but you also said you didn't want to prove me right.

yeah, good job.

i'm sorry that i can see another perspective other than that of a devout christian.

i'm sorry that i want to incorporate different views.

i'm sorry that i believe the same thing you do, and yet, i'm not as fervently avid as you.

if you don't have time for me, just say so. 

don't drag me along because you say you love me, 

if you do love me, do something about it.

i don't understand why i can take time out of my schedule to talk to you, and not sleep one bit.

while you. you can't even take a few minutes out of your schedule.

real justice.

If you're too busy, just tell me.

Belief

It's true, Elias Kwon and I had quite an interesting argument over religion. 

So, the basis of this blog shall be about religion, especially since I've noticed that most of my past blogs have had nothing philosophical or ethically interesting in them, and well, this blog's purpose is to expose my perspective on things, and thus, I shall commence.

To start off, it has to be understood that I am in fact, Christian. I do believe in God, and the existence of Christ. Why? I realized throughout these years, that sometimes, you just gotta have trust in something. I have my trust in God, and I believe that He will guide me through whatever I face. I know that He is there, watching over all of us, including me, and He always does things for a reason. What those reasons are, I'm not sure of, but like I said, sometimes, you just gotta have faith. Now, as to why I prefer Christianity. I find that Christianity is... a "gentle" religion, "gentle" in that it is accepting, all-incorporating, and.. overall.. kind. I love that about Christianity, that Christians do not have to give up something precious, basically, they can just plainly.. BELIEVE. That's great, wonderfully great. I appreciate that about Christianity. Quite wonderful. 

The dispute started because of one simple sentence. 

" I think you should [try] to go to church, because I think it would help you."

hmm. As much as I appreciate him thinking about my well-being, and thinking that church would help me, I did not think I needed help. Do I need help? Am I lost? Am.. I a... wreck? I really honestly did not notice so. Over this past year, I feel like I've grown in such a great amount, that I'm proud of myself. I've realized some things. As said in Beloved, There is no future if one avoids the past, and yet, one does not do well to dwell in the past. There's a delicate balance/medium between understanding the past, and predicting the future. Honestly, I appreciate the past. I feel like, if some of the things that happened to me, did not happen to me, I would not be who I am. Okay, I did lie when I said that I do not put up a strong front. It's true, I do put up a strong front, and I do live in my own protective bubble, but I don't feel exactly comfortable exposing some of my deepest darkest secrets to well, strangers. Like I said in my first blog, I will expose my secrets, but not all of them. True, I can be quite vulnerable. But.. isn't that the beauty of being human? Humans are vulnerable, no matter how much we like to deny ourselves of that fact. Humans do not like to be hurt. Sure, we can build up tolerance towards physical pain, but once an arrow of emotional pain shoots through our protective layers, it still penetrates deep to affect us negatively. Sometimes, minimal amounts of pain remind us that we are human. 

Oh, man I am way off topic. The thing is, I do not get the supposed wonder of evangelism. Great, you're Christian. hurrah for you. that does not give you any reason to believe that others have to be Christian also. There is a reason why people who are not Christian are still alive, are still happy, are still living life as any other Christian would. There are other religions in the world, and no, Christianity is not the King of religion, nor is it the "Fascist" of faiths. I've always believed that people have the right to decide what they want to believe in, without having to be bothered by the may-be nuisance of conversion. Ah, and then there's the reason that most evangelists give: " What if there is someone out there, lost without a faith, that has been waiting for an answer? We try to convert, for these people. So we can find them, and give them faith." Mm, great altruistic cause, and yet, shouldn't such a lost person be given the freedom to search for whatever they feel comfortable with? Everybody leads their own path, so who are we as proclaimers of a certain religion to butt in on his/her path? The beauty of the world is created by diversity, by uniqueness, by different beliefs. Do you not think so? What happened to free establishment? Do we all have to be Christian? Do we all have to be suggested to be Christian? I hope not. The beauty of FAITH, is that moment, when you stumble upon such belief, and you feel " wow, this is right. This.. is for me. This is what I believe in. I want to understand"

Instead of..." This.. is what i believe in because somebody told me that this is a great religion, a great faith, and therefore, i should believe in it."

So, I challenge Evangelism, such zealous advocacy for a cause. 

It is great that people want to help other people in need, but when those in need are lost, IT. IS. NOT. YOUR. FAULT. Things just happen sometimes. 

right?

God works in mysterious ways.

Exactly.

So, who are we to assume that God wants us to have to spread the Christian Gospel?

Can we not just appreciate and.... live on? 

Or. do we have to convert others, because apparently, Christianity is ..... better?

Why else are we converting others?

Helping others is beautiful. Converting others is a different story. Definitely not.. not beautiful, but it is definitely not.. gorgeous.

Do you guys understand what i mean?

I mean.. People have faith for a reason, so who are we to.. rebut that reason, and show them an alternate reason? What.. if .. those are lost, aren't actually lost? We just think they are lost because.. they do not believe in the same faith..

I believe in diversity, do you?

let me know.

Anyways, i hope none of this entry was offensive, if it was.

please understand that I was just trying to portray a different point of view, not shun the Christian religion, seeing that I am myself a Christian.

ah d'accord.

"La confiance est la clef à la conviction."

things can only get better from here.

I honestly would like to believe that. Do i truthfully live by that, and adopt a positive outlook? Not necessarily. I am not one to be extremely pessimistic, unless it's preferred for me to expect the worst. Trust me, i don't want to expect the worst for my life, and yet, I'm more afraid of ... being disappointed.
what's wrong?
it's the 1st week after break. 1st week. I already feel like i'm spending all of my time trying to catch up with the curriculum. I'm pretty sure that isn't how high school is supposed to work. I remember last year, the seniors would say " oh yeah, first semester is still like junior year, except with college looming over head. But, second semester eases up."
I can't help but to think that is definitely not the case for me.
I thought first semester was so much more enjoyable...
I'm not going to complain about the "appeal" work, because that is for myself. I brought it upon myself. And to my surprise, i actually like working on my appeal. It seems like it teaches me so much about myself in the process. I'm such a tight bottle when it comes to revealing dark things. I'm so afraid of... wearing a melancholy facade. So, at least that's going well. Even though most people think my appeal isn't that.. well, appealing, or compelling, or sad enough.. or sensible. I'm just trying my best. About making it the best it can be, that's what editing is for. right?

I feel so conflicted whenever someone tells me, out of their kind and gracious hearts,
" Tiffany, you need to rest, and get some sleep. Health comes first. You can't keep going on everyday, sleeping less than 2 hours, and screwing yourself over. You're overworking yourself."
I mean... damn it, fuck, i know i'm overworking myself. I know that i put way more shit into my work than necessary. Why do i do it? For those that actually believe in me, or have faith in me. How can i let them down? I would not be able to live with that. Mrs. Arias, as hard as her class is, really honestly believes that i have something special in me that makes me a kinda good writer. For the first time in 9 years, a teacher thinks that i , well, have a future. She makes me want to do my best, and prove myself to her. So, how can i sleep when i can use that time to do my best, and make her proud? Therefore, thank you for thinking of me, and worrying about me, and telling me to take care of myself. Thank you, but i've been slaving for so long. How can i slack off now.

What else.. Oh yes, lately, i've realized, maybe.. i'm just plainly not good at singing... I mean, i've always loved singing, and i've always loved music. But hey, that is no reason for me to believe that i'm good at it. Honestly, i really don't think i am anything great... I know when i'm horrible. These days, whenever i open my mouth to sing, i think it sounds terrible. Maybe i'm sliding, maybe i just need to work hard on it, and hopefully i'll get better. OR, maybe i was just not meant for singing. It could be true. But, then... what am i meant for? Not to ... go off on a broad and vague philosophical subject, but honestly, what am i supposed to with my life? I don't know what i love anymore. I like pathology. It's extremely mind-boggling and interesting. However, is it something worth striving for? I like English. fuck yes, you heard me right. I like english. No matter how hard it is, i think english is.. pretty much amazing. I'm so awe-stricken by those poets and writers who can take something that seems to be nothing, and make it extremely significant, that 50 years after we analyze it/read it, we still remember that certain piece of work... It's amazing how someone can paint not just a picture, but a world out of words, or how a person can add something as simple as a dash, and have it be the star of a whole poem. Yeah, okay, as much as i don't want to admit it, i'm pretty much obsessed with english. To analyze is a privilege. But, is English worth studying? Am I going to keep liking it? I... don't know. I like writing also. It's crazy. Those essays in class, I love the feeling of just.. sitting down, taking a pen. Breathing, preparing, prepping. Start. scribble like crazy. I like being able to just write down exactly what i'm thinking, and not stopping for anything. When i'm writing those essays, i'm in my own world of plain thought. That's a nice place to be. I like performing.. oh yes, performing. performing is amazing. It's the first thing that i've ever felt comfortable doing. When that stage light hits you, you just... become a different person.. You're not just a regular-day girl anymore. You can be anyone you want, either a stupid bitch, an emotionless psychopath, a captain with seven children's fiancee, anything. God, i love that. I still remember the first time i felt like i belonged on stage. I became that character i was trying to portray. Maybe it was only for a minute, for a second. It felt amazing. What a rush of adrenaline. But, am i meant for it?

who knows...

Damn right, i am afraid of the unknown. But who isn't? If you say you aren't, i would think you're lying. Well, unless you prove it. I have an open-mind.

I try to get over it, but i still can't help being bothered by the fact that, the one school i feel like i belong at, is the one school that doesn't have a place for me.. at least, not yet. I hope that yet comes true.

So, yes, i'm very conflicted these days. Sometimes, i wish i knew everything. But hey, if i were omniscient, then.. there wouldn't really be any surprises in my life, would there?

i like surprises. PLEASANT surprises.

"Où allons-nous? Seul le temps nous le dira. "

un billet doré

Guys, my lovely friends and/or readers, i am quite frustrated. Why, you ask? i do not want to go where my parents want me to go for college. I remember as a middle schooler, always feeling pathos for those high school seniors that do not get to choose exactly what they want. Obviously, i didn't think i would end up on the same path. woop-dee-do, i am. 

God, i'm praying for a miracle. Help me out here.

When i first thought about college, i just applied to places that.. most people commonly apply to, because i did not feel like i belonged anywhere. Too late now that i really love a university, and yet, there is a great chance that i will not be able to go. boo to rejection. 

i need more sleep, because 20 minutes of sleep does not satisfy the human body's need for rest.

yes, the title, i have to refer to the title.

translate it, and you'll see what it means.

i think i'll keep it forever. (:

TH: "it isn't as cute as [character in Beauty and The Beast]'s."

doeesssnn'ttt mattterrrrr.

it's perfect in my eyes. 

cheesy? yeah. cheese is nice.

COCOA PUFFS ARE GOOD. I didn't know they were, but they're AMAZING. They're so ... CHOCOLATE-Y. And, chocolate, is.. quite good.

Cheese and chocolate.

reminds me of melting pot.

good times.

Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol.

restraint and self-control is KEY. 

So.. my dad saw the uh discretion advised cue pictures.

:X If you do not know what i am referring to, go ahead and ask me, i'll be glad to inform.

lately, as much as i love my dad, i just wish he could stop asking me useless questions.

No, dad, i do not watch porn, i am not watching porn, cartoons are not porn, so isn't disney channel, i won't watch porn, supernatural is also not porn, so isn't america's next top model, or american idol, or america's funniest home videos. cool?

Yes i was participating in lent, mmhmm, YES, i WAS, no matter how many times you ask, YES, yes yes, dad, i was.

ugh dad. take a rest. just stop. relax. take care of your arm. breathe. i may not know exactly where i'm going, or where i'm headed, but it's my own journey. Let me pave my own path. Don't. make me go to that university. Please. i'll be miserable there, i swear. ( ha, i made internal rhyme with assonance).

oh yes, saturday

haha.

i wouldn't call what happened as weird, but those events are definitely not labeled as "norm" 

sooooooo most of the fun stuff happened near a train track.

the train slowly drags by and barely moves at the pace of an average jogger,

what does Elias do? He runs up and touches it.

He should of jumped on it instead, but he's a bit too pusillanimous for that. :X

Then, something even more WONDERfUL happens. the train sputters to a COMPLETE. and utter STOP.

boring boring boring.

and so Elias decides that we should dance.

on the sidewalk.

in front of.. a bunch of cars.. that are behind us, because they are also waiting for the train to pass.

i gave him 5 seconds.

i gotta say, it was a once in a life time experience.

i enjoyed it. (:

d'accord, 

il faut que je fasse mes devoirs.

"Faire vos propres choix, parce que c'est votre vie, et personne d'autre. "

cent jours

as you all can see, i definitely forgot to post again on wednesday.

sorry.

now for my main problem at hand.. well, not problem, just frustration, and.. not really.. revelations :/

help me out here,

how am i going to say to a guy that's liked me for as long as i've liked Elias, that.. i have no feelings for him, and that i want to just be friends, WITHOUT making him sad.

is that even probable...?

Honestly, i had no idea that he still liked me, i thought it would've died off like a flame dies off in a deoxygenated room.

Guess i miscalculated. What i mean is, i had a clue that he liked me back in my sophomore year. I just had no clue to think that he would still keep liking me. The only reason he's telling me now is because i'm graduating soon... I gotta say, the kid has guts. Took him 2 years to work up those guts, but.. he still has guts ( if only i had those guts a year ago). 

he asked me to accept to be his gf... no can do H****, toolateforthat.

Now about the guy that i am tied to.

here's what's up.

" so, whatever happened to ' i'll call you as soon as i find my phone though' ?"

" well i texted you.. oh. i said i would call you."

" okay. that's all i needed to know"

how many times has he forgotten what he said?

" i don't know."

Give an approximation.

" few."

So does it matter?

" yes."

i have trust issues. i put all of my trust into anybody i meet, but once that person loses my trust just once, that bond of trust snaps like an overworked rubber band. I'm having trouble persuading myself to believe everything that he says. 

" He'll say things, and he'll mean it, but that doesn't mean he'll necessarily do anything to prove it."

in sooth.

this time, he didn't even think to apologize.

but that doesn't matter. actions speak louder than words.

let's see how he can make it up this time, or if he's even going to try to make it up.

are you mad?

"no."

sad?

"a little."

apathetic?

"not sure."

tired?

"yes."

yeah.. whatever.. right?

it's all whatever.

just keep on proving me right, whatever.

happy one hundred days...

no whatever to that, because it actually matters to me...

but does it matter to him

"La confiance est la base pour l'amour."

Stars at UCLA

So..hey everybody, and as many of you may have already guessed by my title, I am now at this moment, at UCLA. Specifically, I am in Elias's dorm room, being bored, trying to read - unsuccessfully ( not that i'm illiterate, i'm just having trouble concentrating, as you all know because i have the same lack of attention a goldfish has...), and thinking of recording songs on Elias's laptop ( and yet, i would not want to bother his roommates, who may already have kind of a biased point of view about me because i am fervently avid about grammar..). Therefore, i am spending my time doing what i think of as worthwhile and entertaining (:
yay to blogging, quite amusing.

Oh, and as to why the title is "Stars at UCLA"...
it is definitely not because some random celebrity decided to show up at UCLA, and film something, or just plainly greet fans. Stars as in.. paper stars. This Saturday, will be the marking of 100 days that Elias and i have been together ( technically it's Friday, but Elias that January 1st does not count as a day..). Since there is the possibility that i may not get to see him on Saturday, i gave him my surprise today..
What is my surprise you ask, oh it is SO LAME. don't laugh at me. show some mercy, i beg of you.

basically, i made 100 stars, with messages to be unfolded within them... 100 messages, for 100 reasons why i love Elias Kwon ( most of the time.......... just kidding, all the time). He has to go through the trouble of having to unfold these stars.. one by one.... until he is so annoyed, he just rips them apart ( which i hope he does not do..).

Anyways, onto something else that is on my mind. ( on a side note, i have no clue how to use Elias's mike, and yet, he expects me to know how to do it...) The theory of distance... Have you all ever noticed that, it is possible to distinguish the relationship between or among two or more people by looking at the distance that is there? Say if you look at a couple. How do you know that they're a couple, instead of just two friends that are close to each other? Say.. this couple suddenly gets into a stupid argument with each other, and they stop talking to each other, but they're stil walking that is, .. i bet you can still tell that .. just by looking at them, you'd be able to distinguish that these two people are still.. a couple. They say that the human body emits a certain amount of magnetism, that draws, attracts, or repels. Love increases magnetism, awkwardness and hostiliy increases repellant. Next time you're taking a walk with somebody, take note of the distance you have with that person..., and if you get into a fight with that person, take note of the awkward energy and distance you have with that person then.. ( not that i'm promoting fights, just when it happens, if it does happen. if it does not happen, hey, i'm all good with that).

I shall post later, when Elias comes back, because i'm sure he'll have something to say for my blog.
Till then, think about my theory of distance.
my uh. semi-failure of a theory
haha
prove it for me?
please?
on your free time, of course
(:
much appreciated, mes amis
je vous aime
beaucoup.

"La distance est la clé pour ouvrir des rapports."

Bon Voyage, Pas Vraiment (Cont'd)

But, Elias Bear didn't do very well in protecting me, so I took out a weapon, destroyed the monster, and threatened Elias Bear to toughen up, or ELSE. How 

could he be so pusillanimous?

That night... Jeffrey saved my life.

We started off the next morning, which, is this morning, bright and early, and traveled to Hearst Castle.

Affected by the beauty and the worldly appearance of the surroundings, Elias Bear wanted to be put "on the map."

Then, he decided to be a little annoying brat, and hide from me. WHERE THE HELL COULD HE BE?

Great, while he was hiding, he decided to be a photo whore, and 

take pictures of himself for his facebook.

Very, very SUBTLE.

HOLY MACKEREL, LOOK WHERE I FINALLY FOUND HIM. THAT LITTLE SCOUNDREL! 

Then, as we continued our tour into the Hearst Castle, Elias Bear was tempted to take a swim in the inviting waters of the outdoor pool embellished with Greek architecture.

" Oh, stop trying to be cute. Just because you're in a giant goblet, doesn't mean that I will forgive you for hiding in Ashley's pants."

We ended the trip.. on a nice note. We admired the careless goldfish within the main house pond, and thought to ourselves, " This really was quite a fun time being with each other (:"

Hope all of you enjoyed the Adventures of Elias Bear (:

Bon Voyage, Pas Vraiment.

It seems that I have not posted a blog for quite a while, and that is because since Friday, I have been living on a charter bus with 22 other teenagers, and 3 other adults. Chamber Choir, on Friday, first traveled to Fullerton College to perform in a jazz festival as a novice. To my surprise, I found quite a treasure...to me, at least. To Edward : "IT'S A FREAKING WASTE OF MONEY. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY GOT IT!" what.. is..  IT, you ask? It is a necklace.. with a teeny-tiny mini teensy FUNCTIONAL harmonica on it. MMHMM, you read me correctly, IT IS COMPLETELY FUNCTIONAL (complete meaning it can play from C to G, and that's enough for me).  That night, we drove 2 hours, stopped in Santa Barbara, and ate. Then, we drove 3 more hours (we, ultimately meaning the bus driver, since all we did was watch Bolt. Well, i slept through Miley Cyrus and dog) and finally arrived at SAN LUIS OBISPO. With that, our trip BEGINS. On Saturday, we topped off our tour by performing in a classical music festival in La Cuesta College. 

Now, I want you all to actually be kind of entertained by the events of our tour, and therefore, i mapped out some of the events.. with... a bear. A bear, that Elias won for me at Santa Monica on V-Day. It came to be known  to Chamber Singers... as.. The Elias Bear.

Are you ready to witness some of the lamest pictures with a bear ever taken?

If yes, please scroll down.

If no, please take this time to inhale and exhale deeply, and repeatedly until you are ready.

j/p

First off, a mystery boy decided to take Elias Bear for a.... rape?

I have no clue. Hope he had fun anyways.

That night, we dressed up, and... went to the beach. Pismo Beach. It was absolutely BEAUTIFUL.

As we were eating dinner at the amazingly tasty F. McClintok's, Ashley realized that Elias Bear is probably hungry. Just when we returned from the little girl's room, we caught the bear red-handed, employing a stainless steel spoon, ready to plunge the spoon into the 

warm potatoes. 

So, Ashley and I picked him up, and we were just about to give him a good punishment, when Aaron Didi screamed out : "STOP IT, HE'S JUST A BEAR!"

So, we complied, and decided to show the little cloth covered-cotton ball some mercy. As we traveled down the path leading to the exit of the restaurant, Elias Bear quietly revered at the multitude of memories collected upon the ceiling in the form of Polaroid Pictures, and at that very moment, he thought to himself : " I should be up there." Oh, how vain. (;

Just kidding. But, he is pretty fly, so I decided to look exactly like him. AWW.

BAM! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? A GIGANTIC ONE-EYED MONSTER? 

ELIAS BEAR, SAVE ME! ):