little_miss_demosthenes's Xanga

melt gelato application:

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 01:24:25 GMT

I *love* messing with the application to companies I don't seriously consider working for. Most likely I'll be pushing levers at Starbucks in Ocean Gate, since smell of coffee++ and the manager knows me there. The Galleria would be hella cool to work at, just like that Manhattan Beach place with the European Ice Cream Corporation Blah Blah stuff. But na, fucking around is so hilarious

Tell us about your schooling:
I'm afraid that if I answered this question truthfully, I will be disqualified from consideration due to excessive profanity and unprofessional behavior. One thing is certain: my school life will not, in any way, impede my work life. Homework takes me five minutes (in my sleep), and I have so much free time I am able to type lengthy responses like these. Despite my goofiness, I multitask like crazy; it's probably the only reason why I make it through the day. Also, I am a high school senior -- nearing graduation -- which means being a member of academia is secondary to being a member of society.

Mon-Fri: 8:00 to 15:00 regular school day @ HMSA (bus to SBG ~15:40 +/- traffic)

Tue/Thur: Multivar @ El Camino College 19:00 to 21:00 (extra credit session ~21:30)

My weekends are generally spotless.

I presently work at:
Unemployment Avenue because I just turned sixteen in January. However, I am able to obtain a work permit from our school principal as soon as I specify where I will be working. This means I'll need to hear back from you first!

On the side, I work for DemiDec, a company that produces study materials for Academic Decathlon. My responsibilities include writing, editing, and beta-testing questions, usually in the math department. Oh! And because my boss and I get along so well, I will also be reviewing applications for the next season in a few months. See? I'm trustworthy!

I would like to work for Melt because:
I feel like a penguin behind so many buckets of gelato. Also: what if there'll be an incredibly hot coworker on my shift? Who happens to be my soulmate? Denying true love is the worst thing any company could do to me!

My favourite thing at Melt is:
drooling at color before tasting it.

I am happiest when I am:
learning algebraic topology, failing to comprehend algebraic topology, writing Bellatrix x Sirius or Bellatrix x Voldemort fanfiction, singing "Baby Got Back" as loudly as I can in the shower, fantasizing about cute, Eastern European boys, extrapolating, helping blind grandmothers across the street, and sometimes, engaging in pseudo-political banter.

I would describe myself as:
pretty & outrageous.

Five years from now I would like to be:
physically dead, or absolutely alive.

I am not afraid of hard work because hard work:
should be afraid of me.

I love to perform for a crowd because:
entertainment is half of my existence.

Of course I can sell, a good example was one time when:
at this year's Asian Expo Convention, I begun to sing karaoke and attracted ten passerbyers -- enough that they considered a shiny new karaoke machine with its sister-counterpart, a shiny new flat-screen TV!

Smiling is good for me because it makes:
the Wal-Mart rollback icon seem ridiculous.

Hard work is in my blood, Why I even:
cause millions of biologists to scratch their heads, because I carry hard-work-proteins that aren't compatible with normal O- blood receivers.

I should be in the movies because:
I am trilingual and I improvise like my hair is always on fire. I am also cuter than that Matt Damon kid.

If you hire me I can make Melt a better place for customers because:
...well, if you can find another girl with the same amount of passion for eating éclairs... good luck? =) See, I'd make customers come back for more -- not because I magically caused all the gelatos to contain opium, but because of how much I indulge in general. This is not just another "put the fries in the pan and pray you don't get burnt" job, the product is actually something I ♥ with all of my digestive system.

lazy

Sat, 03 Mar 2007 02:28:59 GMT

i've been behind in a lot of stuff, 80 pages of multivar being a nice little prelude to all the crap i have to deal with for my other classes. regretfully, i am not done cleaning up my xanga yet (i spurt halfway and then kine off stopped). the banner/ad will show up in any other browser besides firefox (i think), so dl ff or wait until i figure out how to remove it. i have also been extremely unmotivated and sick and i keep rolling off my bed. i read harry potter n stuff so i don't have to do work. i spend my money on ruthless things like ice cream from an ice-cream truck-vending-machine thing, but the man always doles out generous amounts to any person, even teenagers, so i am happy to do business with him. i am addicted to ice cream. speaking of which, i may be going to seattle for spring break. lethe says he'll take me out for ice cream if i come! that's about the only lovely news i can think of at the moment. anyway, my real updates are still on my lj (where i bother to put commas in my speech), and this one is going to turn into a fic archive. more for my own use (file cabinet) than yours (exhibition). yeah okay, goodbye, i don't really want to see any of your faces right now.

ps: randy turned 32! i have to think of a good present, he gave me 400 stickers for mine. i was going to buy him a cake today, but i had to write a physics project instead. what should i give him? gimme ideas please, i'm gonna watch the volleyball tournament tomorrow, and i'll have to get it by then. otherwise it will be three days belated.

clairaut's theorem

Wed, 14 Feb 2007 21:33:17 GMT

hokay

when i was at hollywood i saw something really scary. to my left on the row below me was a guy who looked exactly like aren-wilson wright. even the emo hair, a bit. he was clutching a book that dr. arnold would like reading or something, but i secretly pretended it was a math book. then, soon afterwards, when the walls were closing for the actual filming, a guy who looked exactly like jeff edge was pulling one side while some other dude helped with the complement. jeff prime still retained the beard and the glasses, but looked kind of bare without a bandanna. THEN, oh my fucking god, you won't believe this but the first contestant (a guy named 'larry') looked exactly like derek finley. the same inflection, accent, hair, freckles (kind of) etc. i was flipping out!! isn't that crazyshit or what?

when i went to class yesterday night the room was full of strange adult males, most of them kind of asian. there was, however, a very pretty girl (think japanese ellie-chan cute) who had really golden brown (highlighted) hair (that went through professional curling and layering), thick black (translucent) glasses, with redpink (lipgloss). she was wearing a deep (not necessarily dark) green fuzzy sweater with (complementing,) white scarf. her phone buzzed after mine buzzed (i missed a call from ashley... i really wanted to pick it up but i didn't think it was appropriate to discuss marijuana in the middle of vectors.... i really need to call her tonight), but it had a pink top. and her pencil was pink, minus the silver pocketgripper. all i saw was it roving up and down and up and down. she reminds me of me, if i hadn't jumped out of the shower and into a piece of gray clothing at the very last minute, pressing my nose on the steering wheel.

los angeles is an interesting world.

hey billy!

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 01:25:12 GMT

windows vista sucks! stop ripping people off, stop thinking that patches = panacea (they are, for lazy programmers), & for fuck's sake, just start over, okay? start over. look, you can't keep plugging holes with clay... there comes a point where you have to stop ignoring how draining your software is >:

in other news, demie is content. (meaning, fashionable and busy)

fanfic updates will on a regular schedule. new chapter every monday. i might take up a simultaneous project in the potterverse if i feel audacious enough (but don't ask, that's like wondering how much i weigh and when i'll be finished with my thesis). oh and...
hometown buffet =(

happy burfdai madeline <3

if you wanna play games with me

Fri, 02 Feb 2007 18:13:48 GMT

what gives me energy(?) her words are coming back. all i did was borrow borrow borrow, and i went away to submit quietly (pay my dues). i still don't understand why i haven't died yet. what do i love so much(?) who is holding me up, if there is a who(?) when do i succumb(?)

i hope i last long enough.

she is vibrant
so am i.

pre lude

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 03:44:58 GMT

one. word. survey.
you.
can.
only.
type.
one.
word.

no.
explanations.

1. yourself: yes

2. your boyfriend/girlfriend: rich

3. your hair: sautéed

4. your mother: petite

5. your father: bear

6. your favorite item: blank

7. your dream last night: competitive

8. your favorite drink: many

9. your dream car: infiniti

10. the room you are in: familiar

11. your ex: mathematician

12. your fear: truth

13. what you want to be in 10 years: dead

14. who you hung out with last night: yvette

15. what you're not: kitty

16. muffins: choco

17: one of your wish list items: airplanes

18: time: retractable

19. the last thing you did: consider

20. what you are wearing? glasses

21. your favorite weather: snow

22. your favorite book: wide

23. the last thing you ate: fruit

24. your life: wist

25. your mood: undecided

26. your friends: are

27. what are you thinking about right now? hamiltonian

28. your car: can't

29. what are you doing this very moment? off

30. your summer: cement

31. your relationship status: ew

32. what is on your tv? soap

33. what is the weather like? night

34. when is the last time you laughed? short

a little glass cover over a little suffocating candle

Fri, 26 Jan 2007 03:20:08 GMT

too often, i think, people are afraid for me. at the slightest mishap i see deep creases of worry. it's not overprotection, it's a tendency of others, from the slight inclination of my uncanny projection: i am but a small yet necessary component, easily shivering, easily crushed, a must-keep in a zoo of dust -- one of the few left of my kind. i've remembered quite falsely those who were in love with me were remarkably careful with me. i guess some people could lose entire days wondering if i'm okay, just like i lose entire days wondering if people i love are okay.

but it's still different, you know? being on the receiving end. i could almost imagine the looks of anxiety and pulling sadness if i were comatose. i wish they didn't; at the same time i hope they continue forever. it takes two to play one role. though i am dimuted around certain people (or fiery around certain others), my behavior is reinforced by their reactions to me. i adjust... make way, for others, like it's de rigeur to let faster vehicles pass you on the highway. frequently i feel like i'm driving in the diamond lane. i do operate the car, but i have three friends singing and laughing, too. that's incredibly secluded. i like the arm over my shoulder, romantic or not -- just that arm over my shoulder, telling everyone 'if she died, the ashes would fall from a thousand trees.'

i allow myself to be a bleating candle against harsh refractions of glass, so i am taken cared of. it's always the unnoticeable acts that show adoration, acts of chivalry and not of sweeping advice. they know by now i don't listen to anyone but myself. still...... those small things that make my otherwise miserable life completely smooth, so i enjoy misery.

well,

thank you.

i love you, too.

cute smut fic (sengoku x kirihara) -- http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3353782/1/

Wed, 24 Jan 2007 00:37:36 GMT

fanfic.net got a facelift, so i figured my own xanga could do some touchup, too. spurred on from ellie-chan's pretty site. it is now rumored that i am randy's girlfriend! this is the only thing funnier than josh thinking lethe slept with me.

things to do~
-math
-write
-paint
-knit
-lose weight
-buy clothes
-send xmas gifts
-new cell plan
-apply to subway

oh, i feel good. damn everything's good.
it's working.

let's rearrange

Sun, 21 Jan 2007 17:53:28 GMT

great all-dedication
mos def affiliation
adequate representation
this is the phat presentation
de la dedication,
common sense collaborations
peace to all of you haitians
check it out

if money makes a man strange -- we gots to rearrange
so what makes the world go round?
if love is against the law -- listen i don't know
gotta change how its goin' down

if money makes a man strange -- we gots to rearrange
so what makes the world go round?
if love is against the law -- listen i don't know
gotta change how its goin' down

fell in love with this fish who got caught in my mesh
but yo she burned my scene up like david koresh
i guess a diamond ain't nothin' but a rock with a name
i guess love aint nothin' but emotion and game
it's a lesson well learned so praise is well due
i'm sendin off from big i, to kenny calhoun
& add a reservation for the resident crew
& yo get your bowl 'cause we cookin' up stew
see them cubans dont care what y'all niggaz do
colombians ain't never ran with your crew
why you acting all spicy and sheisty?
the only italians you knew was icees, niggaz price me
i'm keepin' it clean, like a washing machine
& yo, get your locomotion run into full steam
i'm sending out a greeting to my man daseem
i gotta child so i gotsta get the green, right right

if money makes a man strange -- we gots to rearrange
so what makes the world go round?
if love is against the law -- listen i don't know
gotta change how its goin' down

if money makes a man strange -- we gots to rearrange
so what makes the world go round?
if love is against the law -- listen i don't know
gotta change how its goin' down

itzsoweezee (its gettin hot this year)
itzsoweezee (its gettin hot)
(repeat 4x)

i own the deeds to some acres in the west, indeed
where my pops is building residence to house my seed
now here's the lead, y'all niggaz pray to hot rods and not god
while versace play you niggaz like yahtzee
crackin' jokes like you patzi
(when's the last time you had happy days?)
blazin' up your herb to escape the maze, but the problem stays
think big get it big is my motto
you can go and play your lotto, i'll be singin' like "baby wont you be mine"
you'll be pressin rewind, you can never see mine
keep your eyes focused, you can't touch this or quote this
style is crazy bogus so you can't try to approach this
stomp you out like roaches, pullin' on my coattail like some horses pullin' coaches, whoa your roller coasters
it's hotter than the temperature that's cookin' in your toasters
while the heat'll put you deep into hypnosis

oh, but, cherry blossoms

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 02:51:23 GMT

i have a reading list
science fiction book from library
cold war book from randy
on writing book from darren
harry potter book from myselfs
maff book from various
great gatsby book from class
stolen! great gatsby book not found

which one for tonight?

clickity clack the rainbow's back