Sunday, September 27, 2009


I'm staring through a tiny little window
and I see something on the other side.
Hm. That seems interesting enough.
So I get a little bit closer, It is quite interesting.
I steady my hands.
Take a shallow breath. Stop.
You're mine, interesting thing!
And then I smile,
then look at the screen,
only to realize that it looks like crap.

(not a poem, I just thought it would be interesting to see my thought process when shooting written out)

This is Scott.
Scott plays "Can You Feel the Love Tonight" on his viola.
Scott is a bamf.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009


I've come to realize something.
My hearing is useless - I have no ear for music.
For all the food that I eat, my sense of taste is somewhat lacking.
Same goes for my sense of smell.
My sense of touch is there, but nothing spectacular.

I do believe that my ability to see is the only thing worth noticing out of the five.
The Pensive Man (again)

Monday, September 21, 2009

Check it.

I actually have a legit website now!

Give it a gander, yeah? Feedback much appreciated.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I lava my baked goods.

Wednesday: Pub
Thursday: Mudd Short Hall party, Thursday Night Club
Friday: Salsa Party, Blue and Orange, Harwood Patio

By Saturday, most of us were just too damn tired to go out. So we put on some sweats, baked some cupcakes, and watched "I Love You, Man" for a quiet night in.

Don't worry. I'm studying, too.

Thursday, September 10, 2009


I discovered Pomona College's library today. There goes my social life. I mean, really. I saw so many books that I wanted to take a gander at, but I had to go be "social" and eat lunch with people. Lame. At least I have four years to go through all of them. Here's what I'm starting off with.
Books Books Books

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


First update since arriving at Pomona. Happy, Kylie? ;]

So yes, I am greatly enjoying my time here at Pomona College. Actually, that would be a gross understatement. I'm having the time of my life here. Not in the sense of ragers every night of the week (which there are...), but more because I get to be surrounded by ridiculously awesome people every waking hour of the day. Like this guy:
Meet my roommate, Amadé. He went to school in London. Yes, he does in fact have a slight accent.

Keep in mind that he doesn't always look like this. Only when skits call for cross dressing.

And I am pleased to present the ladies of Blaisdell Two Side. They were also victims of mandatory cross dressing.
Seriously, though. I'm privileged to live with each and every one of them.

Now, on to the important things. Like food! The selection is good and the food palatable, so what do I have to complain about? And best of all, there's a Yogurtland a short walk from my dorm. Actually, it's turned out to be quite a curse.Yogurtland

At Pomona, I also have the benefit of being able to raid the dining halls at Scripps, Harvey Mudd, or Claremont McKenna in addition to my own. I have abused this to great effect, seeing as Scripps has delicious freshly baked cookies (which were still warm and gooey at the time of this photograph).
Seriously...I had no idea what do to with myself in the presence of such delicious baked goodness.

Now that the important stuff is out of the way, I guess I'll talk about my classes. Or more specifically, Ballroom. I intend to join the championship-winning Ballroom Team this year. I will waltz, cha-cha, foxtrot, quickstep, salsa, and tango my way around campus in slacks and snazzy shoes that I was given by my original ballroom teacher, whom I miss learning from a lot right about now. I may not be able to practice many martial arts, but at least I can enjoy the thrill of sharp movements and calculated efficiency on the dance floor, if not the ring.

In other news, I am a big fan of college life. Cereal at midnight, awkward situations, and the stuff memories are made of. I love college.

I wish the best to all of my friends around the nation, dispersed amongst the overpriced educational institutions of the land. I hope that you are enjoying yourselves as much as I am (for mostly academic reasons, surprisingly) and I'll see you all soon enough.

I could never fully express the giddiness and excitement that being here makes me feel. It's intangible, uncontainable, and quite unimaginable.

Rock out. Stay classy.