I am in love...

MY NEW FUTURE BOYFRIEND:



Oh my God, this kid is the fucking raddest person I've ever seen. I think I am in love...yeah, I know he's sixteen. I think we can work around that.


Happy holiday. Just like Martin Luther King.... "I have a dream (man)."

guilty pleasures

its a pop overload!!! i never EVER listen to new bands or new music...but recently i have been bombarded with some of the catchiest songs i've heard in a long time.

these bands are going to dominate 2008:

METRO STATION




WE THE KINGS





THE CAB




THE CONSEQUENCE




FOREVER THE SICKEST KIDS





your next new favorite bands! funny how jason manages half of these bands haha...



also currently spinning:

the dandy warhols
once ost
the wallflowers
bob dylan
joy division
oasis
george harrison




what are you listening to??? any guilty pleasures???

THE ASIAN GLOW

Here's a little fact I learned about myself in the past week: I have the Asian Glow. But what's weird is I only get the Asian Glow when I drink sitting down. Regardless, the Asian Glow = THE DEVIL.

Now, for all of you non-asians that probably have no idea what I'm talking about...the Asian Glow is this: when Asian people consume alcohol, for some odd reason their faces turn red. 50% of the Asian population has the Asian Glow. I didn't know what this was until I started going to UCLA.

(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alcohol_flush_reaction)

Now, the question is...WHY DO I HAVE THE ASIAN GLOW?!?!?! I'M NOT ASIAN!!!!

Here is the answer that I have acquired after extensive research...

I went to the allergist the other week...and...surprise!!! I'm allergic to EVERYTHING. They pricked my back with probably forty different things and my back swelled up in every spot but one. What was odd is that the worst reaction was to brewer's yeast. Now, I am quite fond of the happy juice so I didn't understand how I could be so allergic to brewer's yeast.

Then this weekend happened. We partied Thursday, Friday, and Saturday...on Sunday morning, hungover as balls, we decide to go to wangs to watch the game. Two mimosas, two kamakazi shots, and one washington apple later, I literally thought I was going to die. I am a big drinker and can handle my alcohol...but the combination of the party binge, being hungover, and drinking sitting down for a few hours was NO BUENO.

The Asian Glow is actually an allergic reaction happening when your body has trouble metabolizing alcohol correctly, resulting in a variety of symptoms including your face getting read, an insanely increased heart-rate, and for some reason my face swells up and it looks like I'm going to cry. And, let me tell you, it is one of the most uncomfortable feelings you can ever imagine.

So I pretty much came to the conclusion that when I drink sitting down, the alcohol kind of just hangs out and doesn't circulate through my whole body, resulting in the wretched Asian Glow.



DOWN WITH THE ASIAN GLOW!!!!!!!!

xoxo jac


ps listen to the wallflowers. :)

pps to the person who commented my last entry, yes i go to UCLA. and yes that was me. who are you? i could use friends at school! haha.

I don't even know what I was running for...I guess I just felt like it.

The Catcher in the Rye. Who hasn't read that book? It's THAT book that everyone gets. It's THAT book that everyone feels and experiences. You BECOME Holden Caulfield. I can't lie...I am one of those. Catcher will always be one of my favorite novels, if not my all time favorite.

Our class was assigned to read it my sophomore year of high school (which, by the way, was the most KICK ASS year of AP English. The Great Gatsby, 1984, The Lord of the Flies, Animal Farm, Othello...come on! So dope!). Anyway, I marked up and highlighted and read the SHIT out of that book. The book meant the world to me. To me, one of the most thoughtful presents to someone is a book which has been read and read and read and marked to no end. You get something more out of your reading. You get a different person's experience.

Anyway, I digress. I lost my book right after I read it. So, it's been missing for, what, five years. I've searched my room high and low for that damn thing...no luck. It broke my heart to have it missing from my life.

On Wednesday (January 2nd)...in the middle of my empty room...there lay a single book. Catcher in the Rye. This book hasn't been in my room for five years. I scan the cover. Scratched, dirty, corners bended. The once white cover was now blotted with dirt and random pen marks and scratches. I open the cover. It's my book. All of my notes and ramblings and highlights and underlines. All there.

I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason where no two such things are "coincidences". And I am also very into taking signs that the universe is trying to give me and really using them to my advantage. I know a lot of you think this is all hokey pokey bullshit, and to you, this blabbing is I'm sure quite boring.

Anyway, I felt such a strong surge of energy jolt through my body. It felt like I found a part of myself I had been searching for forever. Just to see the handwriting of a naive fifteen year old version of myself, loving something so much, was really powerful.

Sorry to bring up Lennon again, but this brings me to the point of this journal. There's a British film called "The Killing of John Lennon"...obviously the title speaks for itself. The Catcher in the Rye played an important role in Mark David Chapman's life around the murder, to the extent where he actually believed he was becoming Holden. It's obviously one of the most fucked up and twisted stories in our recent history. But the film looks fucking fantastic, and I've been waiting to see it for months. Though it was released in the UK last year, the release date for the states was in January. January 2nd to be exact. The same say my Catcher in the Rye appeared on my floor. Man, I dunno...I think these "coincidences" are the universe really trying to say something. But I'm still trying to figure it out. There's no conclusion...just yet.

Moral of the story...

READ. THIS. BOOK.

ciao.