Saturday, February 9, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
Assignment #24
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Assignment #60
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Four Bros Move to a SE Neighborhood
Friday, February 8th, 2008
Portland, OR
On February 6th at approximately 3:30 A.M., a neighbor reports that she witnessed Kit "stumbling in his front yard and shouting, 'i just took 20 shots, bros.'"
Bro #4 says that they "will definitely be drinking on this Friday," however, this information cannot be guaranteed until sources confirm that the party lights are on.
While the bros' political stances and religious views have not been discussed, it is assumed that they follow the philosophies implied under the DGAF Nation.
The New York Times and The Union Tribune were reached by email.
Assignment #51
A couple days ago i was listening to an episode of This American Life. It had to do with people's last words upon dying. In one of the segments, Sarah Vowell told a story about a husband a wife that died a day apart from each other. The husband, who died on the second day, decided that he wanted their bodies cremated together. If this highly unlikely case happens to me, i would like the same to happen. Sounds nice, don't it?
But i guess most likely i'll die on a day separate from those close. So i'd like to be cremated and thrown into the wind. A nice kind of lightness.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Assignment #14
I came out Carly Allyse Ng. I was supposed to be named Hannah but my mom’s friend had her baby first and named it Hannah. Instead, I’m now named after a pop star from the 70s or 80s or somethings. 60s? We ended up naming our dog Hannah.
I spent the first nine years of my life in Alpine,
I went to some Christian Preschool and I remember we used to sing a song every morning that went “this is the day/this is the day/ this is the day that the lord has made/ I will rejoice” and also that one that everyone knows that goes “this little light of mine/ I’m gonna let it shine.” There was a boy who lived down the street who I carpooled to preschool with. Brett Allen. One day my mom and I picked him up to go to school and half way down the block, with the car moving, he opened his door and ran back home. He was my first kiss and his mother has the proof hanging above her mantel. I think sometime in high school he started selling pot, but i guess i only knew him until he was about 11.
I was set up with a pretty good family, too.
After preschool I attended
At about this age, I took tap dance classes. Every year we’d put on a recital for our parents to show them what we’ve been learning. My parents have some home videos of our recitals so there’s proof to what I’m about to say: I was by far the best in the class. I had two instructors, Dorothy and Christina. I remember liking Dorothy significantly more.
First grade was super boring but I remember I had a wart right above my left knee that I always tried to hide. That’s basically all that happened in first grade.
Second and third grade didn’t really matter all that much either. I took up gymnastic, that’s what happened here. I made it to level 4 and I could do a round-off back-handspring and I could do a back-walkover on the balance beam but I could never to a kip.
When I was in fourth grade I had Ms. Chism. After class she would play basketball with the other basketball playing teachers. One time, her boyfriend came to class dressed like Elvis and proposed to her. This inspired a boy in my class named Casey to get down on one knee and propose to me. I said no. I think it was in fourth grade that everyone got really mean.
And then there was that one night that my parents came into my room (shared by my sister) and they told us that we were moving. It was like, the worst news ever at the time. I had lots of goodbye parties and there were flowers and balloons and everyone gave me their address and we all promised to be best friends forever. That never really panned out.
We moved to
Since we moved away from our old gym, I quit gymnastics and started competitive cheerleading. My coach was named Jen and she winked a lot and for the first couple years I had fun. But then Tannaz came to help coach and everything turned too serious for only being 11. And then for some reason I continued until junior year in high school. Something ridiculous like 5 times National Champions or something. Who knows, it doesn’t seem like any of that actually happened.
Junior high was super weird. I won the science fair in 8th grade. I dated a boy named Robert. I performed in the 7th grade talent show—we danced to “Whoop There It Is.”
Then I went to La Costa Canyon High School. The first year was filled with pool parties and learning how to play guitar and falling out with a couple good friends. The second year was just a continuation and the third year was constant ditching or eating lunch in my car. I dated a boy named Alex and we were both really into kittens but after couple months we weren’t really into each other. I cut his hair for the first time in sophmore year and he told me I had to sing the “Haircutting Song” which just turned out to be me humming “So What?” A couple years later i cut his hair after taking four shots of whiskey. Every time his hair turned out fine, i think. A boy named Andy told me he was seriously crushin’ but now we’re just “B.F.F. & E.” In Physics I had a funny lab partner named Bailen. He was almost a bro but his father was a physicist and so as a trade, he did our labs and I gave him cigarettes.
Between my junior and senior year I made a handful of good friends. We dumpster dived and we went to shows and everyone smoked cigarettes and went to Food Not Bombs and there was Kelly Kay and Shivaun and Jacob etc. At one point I worked at a taco shop with two babes and we started a band called Cake Maps. I think we all look back at that time and think of it as our “Glory Days.” I’m stuck between these things: 1. we thought we were way cooler than we actually were and 2. maybe we were actually just really cool.For my senior year I transferred to San Dieguito Academy and everything was magically 183287542389 times better. Blaze Newman let me know that I can secretly write a killer essay. Except I still don’t separate paragraphs properly and who really knows how to use commas? I dated, fell in love with, and broke up with a boy named Kevin. That was the first time that dating was a serious thing and that was the first time a heart break was ever so sad. I listened to lots of “The Good Life” by Weezer and kissed a lot of boys and stayed out late and hung out with a girl named Anna and a boy named Riley. At the end of the summer we went to Big Sur, along with Andy, and we stayed in tents and went on hikes. One night we drank an outrageous amount and Riley enjoyed it because it looked like there were twice as many stars.
Either way, I graduated in 06 and I told my peers that “all in all, we cannot stop singing. We cannot start sinking, we’ll swim until it ends. They may kill and we may be parted but we will never be broken hearted.” Thanks, Ted Leo.
After a summer wilder than any other moment in my life, I left
There was this one time that Izaak and I sponge bathed Miguel for his 19th birthday.
After school ended, Izaak, Miguel, and I took a road trip to
I spent a restless summer in
I now spend more time on my own and it gets hard sometimes but I’m learning to do it. In a couple months I’ll leave again to go back to
Assignment #53
Advice to Carly Ng at age 18:
1. You just turned 18 and man, how have you made this many mistakes already? Lots of weird things are happening right now, but that's okay. It's good that you feel so sad right now. In a couple months you'll be more assertive and happier than ever.
2. Seriously, don't choose to live at Stevenson College. You'll think it's a good idea, but you'll be wrong.
3. Call your parents more often. I know you're totally stoked about not living at home anymore, but they're pretty good people and i'm sure they're worrying about you.
4. Actually go to your classes.
5. Stop living off of nostalgia and realize that there are amazing things happening in the present.
6. You'll meet three boys and you'll fall in love with all of them. One of them doesn't make sense at all. One of them makes a whole bunch of sense and you should try to figure that out a lot earlier. One of them is something great and refreshing, but comes with a whole lot of bad timing and sadness. I'd go with the middle one.
7. If you meet somebody and they ask you if you want to "dock," steer clear. Well, of the docking. The person is pretty amazing.
8. Yes, Portland is a good idea.
9. You're pretty okay at some things, stop thinking that you're not.
10. Avoid all hot tubs.
11. Spend more time with Grandpa Brean.
12. You'll have a day incomparable to all days that came before. Enjoy it, but remember that nothing is permanent.
13. Replacing beer with hard alcohol in a drinking game is NOT a good idea.
14. Spend more time outside.
15. Don't speed on the 45.
16. You're going to have a final for your Self & Society class. Don't take a nap on that day. You'll sleep right through it if you do.
17. San Diego really isn't that great, i promise.
Assignment #61
If we could all start doing things by ourselves but together at the same time, that would be ideal.
Assignment #52
Me: Hello?
You: Hi, it's
Me: Hi! I haven't heard from you in a while
You: Well, you know, i've been busy. Taking care of business.
Me: I know what you mean. Or at least i've been making myself keep busy.
You: Huh. How're you doing?
Me: I've been trying to keep it real, but it's getting pretty hard
You: You'll find a way. It won't be much longer.
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