frostycrew's Xanga

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 22:45:18 GMT

IT'S SNOWINGGGG!!!!!!! =) holla.

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Sat, 01 Oct 2005 02:14:07 GMT

olivia fong is the coolest. holla.

cynthia has girlie pink pants. holla.

-steph

Friday, May 27, 2005

Fri, 27 May 2005 03:08:48 GMT

05 IN YOUR FACE.

congrats kids. you did it. twelve long long years, but we're done! it's over! hahahaha.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Sun, 24 Apr 2005 22:29:09 GMT

look who's finally updating frosty!! wahoooo =)

welps...it's been a while, to say the least. where to start?

oh yes...first off. BACKSTREET BOYS ARE BACK!! yeah, buddy. you heard right. and who called this one? that's RIGHT! me & zaneta. *sigh* once again, our awesome instinct prevails. and don't even try to tell us that we're wrong. for we will chew your head off =) hehe.

in other news, school is a major drag. there is zero point for us to go to school anymore because we have stopped learning (well, this actually happened back in august...). but enough about school. not worth spending 2 minutes typing about, right? =)

mm...band trip this weekend! yay =) i'm soo excited hehe. hopefully it'll be as relaxing and peaceful as last year!

and yeah...i cant think of anything else to say. haha later duudes

Thursday, March 31, 2005

Thu, 31 Mar 2005 02:37:45 GMT

xanga music search=suck. if it were capable, i would be able to tell you that i am currently listening to something corporate.

its a strange mix of emotions that these last few weeks have produced. obviously the grief that the entire western hemisphere feels for the loss of our friend, which im sure most of you are tired of reading about. couldnt really put those emotions into words anyway. then theres the feeling of inadequacy (for lack of a better word) from colleges who rejected my ass faster and more convincingly than they have ever rejected anyone else, or so it seems. pretty much it was like "we know we're a great school and it's nice that you applied but theres not a chance in hell that we would let you in our fine establishment. go back to public shcool where you belong." bah. my inability to get into out of state coleges is no real surprise, its not as if im some academic superstar. but until this past week there was still the hope that i could make it out of texas. ah well, escape from the dirty south is not in the cards for me, at least not now, i suppose. and i gotta look on the brightside- UT's not a bad school, and i'll probably be studying abroad at least one semester. plus they got a hell of a football team (hopefully basketball will improve next year?) and i know theres tons of people from different schools who have worked as hard, maybe even harder, than me and they got CAP'ed or flat out rejected. but although i am disappointed in my misfortune, im pretty damn excited when i hear that my friends got into so-and-so or this major or that. i literally beam at the computer when i hear the news...so at least not getting into college hasnt made me bitter.

anyway, enough college trash...ive actually been spending a lot of time w/ friends lately, which is always nice. especially since in 6 months we might never see each other. getting together mostly involves food, ive come to notice. so much for losing weight before prom (which, incidentally, i am totally and utterly unprepared for. not a single thing has been planned. ah well)

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Wed, 30 Mar 2005 01:21:30 GMT

you had them. you had them GOOD. you had them down by the biggest deficit that they've faced the ENTIRE YEAR. you just couldn't finish it out that night, guys.

but hold your heads up high. you still had an awesome season. a season that other teams only dream of. what other team can boast a 53% three point shooter? (sorry j.j. numbers don't lie. salim rules.) what other team can boast that they have the winningest coach in all of pac-10 history? what other team collectively shoots over 70% from the free throw line?

YOU KNOW HOW US WILDCATS DO IT.

my babies. you guys should be proud. think about all that you've accomplished this year. think about next year. there's always next year, guys. and every year i'll still be cheering my heart out for you, no matter where i am.

and if you, the reader, even THINK about leaving a derogatory comment, think about THIS: whoever your team is, my team can kick its butt. whatever team you were rooting for, chances are good that my team had a better season and got closer to the big dance. (esepcially if you're an orange cow, who lost in the FIRST ROUND to a team ranked lower. hmmmm.) it's a good feeling, knowing my team can take on anyone in the nation.

and on that note, ends my march madness. until next year, guys. i can start filling in my bracket now, because it always ends the same way.

zona all the way. smack dab in the middle. GO CATS!

~do you even need me to tell you who it is? haha.

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Sun, 27 Mar 2005 03:43:09 GMT

we ate so much food today. haha. first, olivia kicked off the day by eating 100 pounds of crawfish. yes. 100. haha then we went to imaginations where i made an O and she made an S for me. then went w/ sapan & alex to philly connection. then johnny came w/ us to go to wendy's. hahahaha. two dinners. THEN olivia. she went to baskin robbins after we already had frostys at wendy's. what a pig. haha =) good job, fofie. you did me proud!

Monday, March 21, 2005

Mon, 21 Mar 2005 01:47:27 GMT

two months is too little

they let him go

they had no sudden healing

to think that providence would

take a child from his mother while she prays

is appalling

who told us we’d be rescued?

what has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?

we’re asking why this happens to us who have died to live

it’s unfair

this is what it means to be held

how it feels when the sacred is torn from your life

and you survive

this is what it is to be loved

and to know that the promise was

when everything fell

we’d be held

this hand is bitterness

we want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow

the wise hands open slowly to the lilies of the valley of tomorrow

this is what it means to be held

how it feels when the sacred is torn from your life

and you survive

this is what it is to be loved

and to know that the promise was

when everything fell

we’d be held

if hope is born of suffering

if this is just the beginning

can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

this is what it means to be held

how it feels when the sacred is torn from your life

and you survive

this is what it is to be loved

and to know that the promise was

when everything fell

we’d be held

“held” – natalie grant

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Sat, 12 Mar 2005 19:53:54 GMT

hello hello.

new york was fantabulous. the weather was a little bit ridiculous, what with it being 18 degrees and all. my friends were buying swimsuits while i was trying to keep my face from freezing off in the snow storm while waiting in line for broadyway tickets. mamma mia and hairpsray were a hoot, and the mother and i did the whole tourist scene. i even got to shake al roker's hand while they were filming the today show, maybe i even got to be on tv? anyway that katie couric is quite beautiful, but i was a little disappointed that matt lauer wasnt there...he was replaced by some scrub lookalike. one day soon, maybe during college, i will go back there and visit. maybe in the summer. when the wind is not so blustery and blowing my umbrella inside out and whatnot. it took me exactly 5.5 hours to unpack today, mostly because i got distracted by TiVo (if i should ever meet the inventor, i would kiss his handas if he were a prince) . i finally got around to watching the academy awards, and i fastforwarded through all the unecessary stuff, so instead of 3 hours, it took me about 75 minutes. glorious invention, it is.

sounds like everyone here had a good time, wasting it sleeping and doing adolescent things, as they should be. school from here on out should be as fake as it can be, so im excited about that. alright, i hope yall have a wonderful break. or whatevers left of it.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Wed, 02 Mar 2005 22:28:16 GMT

man it's been a loooong while...missed me didn't ya?

last friday i went to town center with my daddy cause the "traveling vietnam wall" was there. it's this like exact scale model of the real veitnam wall in d.c. where all the names of the soldiers who died or are still missing are inscribed on this huge black wall that you can walk around and look at and stuff. i've been to the real one but i was much littler back then so i didn't really understand it all.

but going there now, looking at all the names that are on that wall...each and every one of those names was a life, someone's dad, or brother, or mom, or sister, or boyfriend, or girlfriend, or best friend...each and every one of those names meant something to someone who was left behind. and even though the vietnam war was long ago, those people who were left behind never forget, you know? in front of the wall someone left a vase of flowers and a card that said "Bob, I love you. Barbara." after all those years. she still loves him. she still cares for him and misses him.

i never really think my daddy is as old as he is, because he's so funny and active. but watching him look up the names of his buddies who died in the book (cause the names are listed in order of death, so there's this book that lists them alphabetically and tells you where it is on the wall so you can see it) and hearing him tell me about how they died and how he's known some of them since middle school made me realize that goign through a war is something that changes you, that you can't ever forget. and that you shouldn't, because we need to know. those of us who've been lucky enough to never have to be in a war should learn to appreciate those who sacrifice themselves to protect the things we so take for granted.

only just recently have i begun to ask my dad about how he does stuff with one hand. (he was shot in vietnam. his left hand doesn't work entirely now.) i guess growing up he never emphasized it because he learned how to adapt to it, so i never really noticed it either. i just accepted it as the way things were. but lately i've started to wonder how he ties his shoes or buttons his buttons or cuts his steak. and i've started to ask, because i've started to appreciate not only what he's done but what every soldier or person who was brave enough to let go of someone they loved has done for me.

how do you love a country of people who take for granted what you do for them? war is not pretty. being a soldier is one of the hardest things in the world. coming back from war and trying to move is pretty darn hard too. yet, for all of history, there have been people who have looked inside themselves and found the courage and honor and integrity it takes to do that. it really amazes my mind and touches my heart.

so tonight after you've taken your warm shower and are praying to God under your nice warm blankets on your nice soft mattress and asking Him to PLEASE help you pass that quiz tomorrow as if it's the most important thing in the world, remember the ordinary people like you who are halfway around the world sleeping in a sleeping bag on the desert ground after taking their only shower of the week by rinsing themselves with one bottle of water while standing in a bucket. remember them and keep them in your prayers, because they deserve it.

i'm not asking you whether you agree with this war or not. i don't care. i'm asking you to remember that whether you think america is doing the right thing or not, people are still out there giving their lives for you. so give a little bit of your life for them too. donate some phone cards so soldiers can call home and hear their family's voices. write a soldier some letters so they know people back home still care about them. pray for them, so God keeps them in His hands and brings them back safe.

that was long and very much dominated by my random thoughts. but if you took time to read all that - THANKS! and think about it.

think about THIS too: spring break is in TWO SHORT DAYS! hang in there.