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Schools:
Point Fermin Elementary, Attended 1986 - 1992, Class of 1992
Dodson (Rudecinda Sepulveda) Middle, Attended 1992 - 1995, Class of 1995
San Pedro Senior High, Attended 1995 - 1998, Class of 1998
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College/University:
University of California - San Diego, Attended 2005 - Present, Class of 2010, Ph.D., Computer science
Oberlin College, Attended 1998 - 2002, Class of 2002, Bachelor's Degree, Computer Science/Creative Writing
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Occupation:
Computer Programmer
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Hobbies and Interests:
Indie Rock, Blogging, Reading, Hello Kitty, Knitting
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Favorite Books:
Nabakov, esp. Lolita, anything by A.S. Byatt or Francesca Lia Block, some Salinger, Michelle Tea, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Micheal Chabon
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Favorite Movies:
Fight Club, Bring It On, Josie and the Pussycats
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Favorite Music:
The Mountain Goats, Mirah, Modest Mouse: I like bands that start with the letter M.
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Favorite TV Shows:
I don't have a TV.
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Zodiac Sign:
Aquarius
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About Me:
I am a pink trouble kitten & I can set fires with my mind.
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Who I Want to Meet:
People in San Diego/La Jolla who are cool and not lame and would like to be my friends. Also, I need a knitting group.
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than anyone.
of my favorite people on the entire
fucking planet. Not only is she adorable
and has wonderful taste (enough so that
she dated ME when we were both 13),
but she is truly, scarily intelligent.
Between the computer science that will
forever confuse the shit out of me and
her superior writing (fictive and blog-
related), it seems her right and left brain
have seemingly merged into a giant,
throbbing brain-like entity of terrifying
majesty, power, length AND girth. Also
she is one of the most reliably foul
individuals I have ever known...because
really, is there any phrase in the English
language funnier than "bleeding
snatch"? I think not. In other words,
much love to Cynthia in all of her
pulsating, pink glory.
flowers. With pink hair and deep seeded
evil green roots, Cyn is a crazy wonderful
veglet to know, even when the evil spidery
roots begin to penetrate the soft flesh on
your backside. But fear not the web of
ridiculously fun and pleasurable doom
(A.K.A. Cyn) that will engulf your soul, as the
tentacles of your undoing are coated with
opiates and kittens . . . gored kittens.
On a lighter note, the many nights of
drunken debautchery that were perfectly
accented by finding lego porn on the net . . .
very amusing, and would have made my few
weeks here in the city of botherly love very
harsh and I would have had to resort to
maiming small children and you too.
bless her soul as she has saved yours,
good day
porno numbers, or as general as all
things pink, i think we all know it:
cyn is obviously the goddess of
something.
like a virgin defending their purity.
If the virgin wants to remain pure,
that is. Whatever the hell THAT's like.
by it and yeah, i live all the way here
in sick, sad Singapore.
nearby) and is relatively attractive and
mentally stable should take her to
see pirates of the caribbean
because SHE HAS NOT SEEN IT
YET! then, you should buy her really
fancy chocolate and drop her off at
home and not even try to mack it with
her because she's way too good for
you.
jokes that i know are very wrong but i
can't stop laughing. she brings out
the bad in me and i like it.
supposed to add a testimonial to the
fine collection that Cyn has already
garnered. Yet, I do feel that I am not
quite keeping up my end of the bargain
here by not having anything truly
embarrassing to say about dear
Cynthia. Sadly, I haven't really known
her long enough yet. I have no
personal tales of seeing her in drunken
stupors, flashing unknown people while
walking down the street or beating
midgets because they looked at her
funny. I am not close enough to her to
describe her as a "piece of wild,
electric sex cotton candy, and not the
blue cotton candy imitator, but the
original pink stuff. So, I find
myself resorting to boring truths and,
after looking down the list of
testimonials, I feel as if I have
joined a self-help group by becoming
one of Cyn's friends on Friendster.
"Hi, everyone. My name is Michael, and
I have a crush on Cyn.
"Hi, Michael!
But truly, one must ask one's self, how
could you not have a crush on Cyn? And
I'm not talking one of those annoying
stalking/pining crushes. I'm talking
third-grader, so-cute-I-want-to-tug-on-
her-pigtails-and-then-run-away
crushes. She does have the previously
mentioned "leet skillz (something that
I, sadly, do not have and, as such, do
not feel comfortable spelling the word
out in haxorz, thus I will spell it
phonetically instead). She also has a
smile so wicked that it could put
certain Lewis Carroll fever dream cats
to shame. It is not just her choice in
alcoholic beverage, though any woman
that drinks gin and tonics as she does
certainly deserves the respect and
admiration of every man, nor the fact
that she screams like a schoolgirl on
helium during horror movies. That she
can say, without irony, that she wishes
she were dark, evil and mysterious but
instead just came up pink and cute
instead, well, that kind of brings the
whole thing together, doesn't it?