Month: May 2006

  • I love it when people call me.


    Just to talk.


    Not because they need anything.


    And I would like to be able to call someone.


    But it's hard when you haven't called them in a long time.


     


    And I'm so zen. So at peace.
    And I don't care.
    I don't care about people who used to annoy me.

    Because I know how I deserve to be treated.
    And already have people who treat me like I should be.
    So I have nothing to lose. :]


    And it's great.


    And I don't mind being occasionally bitchy to assholes who deserve it.
    Like when people who are always assholes to you ask for a dollar so that they can have a sno-cone. Which is completely rude.


    Yeah.

  • How can vegetables be Asian?


     


    I hate being sick.  My friends are watching Da Vinci Code without me. :'(
    I have nothing to dooooooo.
    Except study for finals.


    Oh. I love to procrastinate yet hate it at the same time. It's like someone poking with a stick at your conscience while you are trying to sleep. Like going to sleep, closing your eyes when you just realize you forgot to brush your teeth.
    which is


    gross.


    so


    I wake myself up and brush my teeth.


    And that's what I'm about to do.


    Except I'll probably do a million things before actually getting to it.
    Like watching 20/20.


    Goodbye, so I'm finally one more procrastination closer to studying.
    only 999,999 more to go.


    goddammit.

  • Well, it turns out it hasn't been THAT long since I updated.


    I went to the Vietnam noodle place and this one waiter came over and said, "Ahn-young-ha-sayo?" We all blinked. And then he was like, "Aren't you Korean?"

    "yes."


    We must have embarassed him.  He said it again, and again - no reaction, besides me chuckling. Needless to say he fled the scene. Poor thing.  How awkward.


    So.


    I had a whole bunch of things written but deleted them.


    goodbye.

  • I thought I lost my camera.


    I hate it when I (think) I lose things. It's my pet peeve.  I like to feel informed and in control, especially about everything I own.  I hate it when people touch my stuff, unless it's my best friend.  Then I start freaking out which is really degrading.  So don't ever take my stuff as a joke, because I will be very pissed off.


    I think I'll update later because I have something to do that I shouldn't forget and probably will if I don't do it now.

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