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1 year ago
I love my iPhone. I have good grades. The paper has gone to bed. Mr. Daren’s really nice. My best friend is coming back to California. I’m happy
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1 year ago
my best friend comes home
1682 hours
2 months and 9.098 days
10 weeks and 0.09781 days
70.1 days
0.19 yaers
100941 minutes
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1 year ago
I want one. My dad’s in India so I could get one.
http://www.linuxjournal.com/content/indias-35-tablet-everything-killer -
1 year ago
It’s like the Kindle was never invented.
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1 year ago
This is a screenshot from my iPhone 3G. The next image is a screen shot from my iPhone 4.
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1 year ago
This is the screenshot from my iPhone 4. The screen resolution is way better on the iPhone 4. When the previous image and this image are made the same size, the clarity of the iPhone 4’s screen becomes apparent.
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2 years ago
Yearbooks
So today my best friend (same person as my last post) gave me her yearbook. Though I have known it for only a little more than a year and half, I can’t honestly say that I know what to write. I have been sitting here for about twenty minutes wondering how to start the entry in its yearbook.
This summer I will be seeing it for a couple days at the beginning of summer (probably no more than a week) and about two weeks later (after a Hawaii trip for journalism) for 12 days. After those twelve days, I will be going to MIT for a camp and internship for SIX WEEKS. I am really not going to see her often. I’m going to try to hang out with it for each of those twelve days, but this will be the last time I talk to her or see her in person before she goes to college because I get back from MIT like a week before school starts.
The following has almost no relevance to the beans I spilled in the previous two paragraphs, but I have been thinking about something for the past couple of months. The subject of my thoughts is truth. As many Juniors and Seniors have seen in The Great Gatsby, truth is something that must not be revealed. Jay Gatsby refuses to drink at parties or participate in any inebriating activities to be able to maintain his facade. If you look, throughout the book there are multiple occasions when one’s state of drunkenness forces them to reveal their inner feelings and reveal their true identity. Similarly, as I am writing this blog post at 1:36 in the morning, I am in a similar state, writing whatever is on my mind. It’s funny but when I wake up and remember that I wrote one of these last night, I read it to remember what was going through my mind at the time and why i was stupid enough to actually press publish. whatewers.
i don’t wanna leave my friend behind in her last summer here before she begins her college experience and we start drifting apart. but it’s k though
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2 years ago
My Best Friend
This should probably not be going on a blog right now, but I feel like telling whoever reads this about my problems or how I am doing in general. While I know it is wrong, it makes me happy knowing that people know what is going on in my life. (im saying this now but come morning, I will probably reread this and realize that this was a mistake…but anyways)
My best friend, who shall remain unnamed on the Internet, is going to college next year. I am going to keep his or her identity hidden by calling him or her “it” throughout this post. I have known IT for a little more than a year now. I still recall when I was scared of it because it was in a position senior to me in a club/organization. When I talked to it for the first time on one Wednesday afternoon, we connected and now it is my best friend. I always called it on the phone and talked to it sometimes until 2 in the morning about random stuff. I never took the time to listen to its problems but did almost all of the talking…i regret that now. This year, I started talking to another person during the school year who is now one of my better if not (other) best friends. I ignored IT (being the person who I am talking about throughout this post) not on purpose but by accident and inability to recognize that i had left my friend behind.
When I realized that i had lost one of my best friends (IT), I talked to it more. I hung out with it more. I realized what A GREAT person it was. How could I ever have stopped talking to it or hanging out with it. IT WAS AND IS SUCH A GREAT FRIEND. I really don’t think this post has any point whatsoever besides for stating that i will really really really miss my best friend next year when it goes off to college. Still, im glad it is going to a good college where it will meet new people adn make new friends!
END of my post. I MISS MY FRIEND!
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2 years ago"trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it’s broke but you can still see the crack in that mother fckr reflection! LuciiaLg - Twitter - 1 minute ago"- Twitter random search for word: trust
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2 years ago
Who cares about Twitter?
Yesterday, I called my brother, who goes to USC, to find out what he was doing. He quickly responded, “Can I call you back? I think I’m in the middle of an earthquake.” I wasn’t to worried because my brother gets easily worried. When I tried to find out about what happened, I first went to the United States Geographical Survey website. However, there was nothing there about an Earthquake going on in LA. So, using the ever so popular search engine, I found what I was looking for.
Having typed in “Earthquake in LA” in the Google Search Box, I scrolled through the results until I came to the Latest Results section. Here, a live feed of Tweets told me exactly what I needed to know. There was a rolling earthquake which lasted about 10 seconds in LA.
Though this has been witnessed several times before and even during the previous earthquakes in both Haiti and Chile, I never really realized the power of Twitter as a news source of the people and by the people. No other news websites, not even the government website had anything about the earthquakes, but Twitter did.
So, to answer the question I asked in the title of this post: everyone should care about Twitter, especially journalists, as it is a big part of the future of news.
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