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2004 8 August :: 12.33am
:: Mood: chillin
Dedicated to: Korea
A ha ha hoy !
Today Brian pointed out that next week August will be half way over. That scared me. And made me miserably upset. I've been dreading this moment forever. The moment when I wake up and realize that summer is just slippin, slippin away! And school is just creeping up and out of the darkness like the dirty old bastard that it is. so somebody, please,
s a v e S U M M E R !
so my mOm is bAck from kOrEa. (the capitalized letters are not there to make me look like a FOB, they are there for the mere purpose of me trying to emphasize those letteres because that's how i'm saying it in my mind) and she brought oh so many goodies!! i love it! it makes me want to go to korea ~ !!!!! ...and it also makes me type like a FOBby korean too.
and i can't wait for Korea Goodies: The Sequel when Ka Heeeeez comes back. She's over there, typing away, at her newspaper job, or something. Type little Ka Hee, Type! and Buy me things Ka Hee, Buy!
So my mom is home from korea and i was talking to her about it tonight at around 11 15 i guess it was. and i can tell she's starting to get sleepy because her eyes are slowly closing but she's trying to keep them open because she's trying to continue talking to me... but i'm noticing that she keeps repeating some of the shit she already said... so i realize that she's definitely falling asleep on me here... but she continues talking... and here's an excerpt of our conversation:
**names have been replaced with colors to keep their privacy ( actually it's just because i can't type the koreans name with english letters -- duh)
*we were talking about our family friends and how Blue got into a good college and how Blue and Red are both smart...*
Me: So are their parents really smart for them to be really smart?
Mom: Yea, apparently their dad is really smart. Dad says that he's probably the smartest out of all of dad's friends. Even though he's looks a little wierd, apparently he's really smart.
Me: Oh so I guess that's why Blue and Red are really smart.
Mom: Yea, Green is going to pursue art in college and Orange doesn't know what he's going to do in college.
...and this is when I started to laugh because who the hell is she talking about? Who is Green and Orange? We were talking about Blue and Red. And so I knew that it was time for her to just go to bed. The conversation was useless now that it had no real direction... It was actually kind of like she was drunk or something. She kept repeating things and talking about random shit... ? ...
I don't think I can be any happier that tomorrow is Sunday. I really just need a break. I want to just wake up and have a free day to wander aimlessly and wonder why the hell I'm doing nothing. I love sunny Sundays because I just think Sundays should be sunny. I don't know why but I just remember waking up to really bright and sunny Sundays when I was younger. That's also when my hatred of the sun began... because it's just so god damn bright that it always wakes me up when i'm trying to sleep in. and then i always fantasized about getting really dark blinds that would just block out the sun... but i never got them... and then i thought of going the t.blacker way and pinning up some blankets over my windows but i never did because i figured there's dust on top of my window and i don't want to wake it and have it start flying all over the place when i pin up the blanket... so the only thing i actually did about trying to sleep in longer without any interruptions was turn the ringer on my phone off. and then i realized what a brilliant idea that was and loved living in a world of silence so i never turned the ringer back on. because that way... i can sleep in and i can also pretend to not hear the phone ring so i don't have to pick it up. oh, and, it's nice to have the ringer off because if someone needs to call me then they'll call my cell... so there's really no need for me to get woken up by someone who doesn't really need to talk to me, which is why, in conclusion, my phone does not ring, anymore, and it's for the better of all man kind. ;)
well i guess except for if it were an emergency and someone was calling my house and i just never picked up the phone and the caller ended up getting robbed or stabbed or falling off a cliff or something and me answering the phone could have saved their life... oh well tough luck.
my legs are cold and i long for the comfort of my bed. i'll see yall later you rascals.
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2004 18 June :: 10.56pm
:: Mood: at peace
Dedicated to: why Summer, of course
So. It's summer.
...you know, just in case you couldn't gather that from every. single person's. profile. and. away. message.
To me it feels like school's over, yes, but summer has not started yet, no. But I hope it starts feeling like summer soon because before I know it, it'll be over. And i can't waste no time waiting for it to feel like summer. It's summer damnit, so just embrace it. And basically, yes, I'm talking to myself. Talking, and, cursing myself off.
This summer should be interestingggggg. Just because, I wasn't expecting my plans to be what they are. I thought I was going to go away. Meet some new kids, settle into a different environment, and RE.LAX. just do it. But instead.......
I'm staying home.. My plans as of now? Make art my religion. Go to Brian's and draw until my hands hate me for abusing them and detach themselves from my wrists and run far away. My artsy side is already taking over...
And also apart of my plans: finish my summer work early on. Although that will never happen it's nice to pretend sometimes.
And also: I would like to have fun because the summer before senior year should be fun. It's a precursor to senior year, which I am hoping will be fAn. tAs. tic.
Now my list of summer plans has just turned into... Cheesy Goals That I'm Too Lazy To Achieve. Shouldn't I be doing this around December 31st and not June 18th?
Since I have a.d.d., we're moving on. I just like to make fun of people and things I find funny about them. It doesn't mean I don't like you, it just means that I want to share what I find oh so interesting about you, with everyone else. So if I mock your away message, or just, make fun of you basically, it's because you intrigue me. you can get offended because that's the normal expected human thing to do, but really, it's useless because tomorrow i will still love you, and still probably make fun of you anyway. so, basically, my motto for dealing with me: get over it. (and also, eat your heart out, because i just like that phrase)
Speaking of "eat your heart out" thank you Brittany for that wonderful message you left me yesterday. I think it consisted of... "oh don't worry I will" ...? it was quite brilliant, thanks for making me laugh.
moving on. i watched chasing liberty today because i'm just cool like that, and it's not that bad of a movie! and see, i just keep getting cooler. although movies like that tend to have no real plot, zero substance, and don't really go in one direction... chasing liberty was not like that at all. i mean yes you knew what was going to happen in the end, but the story is cool beause i want my dad to be the president of the united states so i can go to prague on a really cool plane and always feel safe wherever i go and go to harvard just because my dad is the president of the united states. but in reality guys, my dad will never be the president of the united states. duh guys.
online journals really bothered me before i had one, and now that i have one, they still bother me. i feel like it's an excuse for people to display their lives online. for people to show off because they can't anywhere else. for people to vent. say things to people they can't say to their faces. to procastinate. to whatever. the point is, online journals to me are such pansy ways of living your life. but still, I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!! some people's are just so funny. because online journals are also a place to crack jokes, tell people about your daily encounters, intrigue people with your weirdness, and entertain those who don't want to do what they actually should be doing. just like everything else in the world, online journals suck and rule. therefore, the sucking and ruling have neutralized the online journal, and has made it acceptable for me to have one. so enjoy, my friends, because i'm sacrificing my pride for YOU GUYS. just kidding. i'm doing it because it's fun. it gives my fingers a workout.
alllllrighty, see you later my babylonians.
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2004 29 May :: 6.22pm
:: Mood: hungry
Dedicated to: jerry
I hate it when people complain. And I hate it even more when I complain. And i hate it the most when people tell me to stop complaining when I'm not complaining. so shut the fuck up next time you complain. or shut me the fuck up next time i complain. and i'll shut you the fuck up when you tell me i'm complaining when i'm not.
on a lighter note. i love four day weekends! it's like one loooong day cut up into four sections. today's weather was so nice. i love it when it's sunny and chilly out because i love wearing sweatshirts when it's sunny. it's one of my wierd things. which i have a lot of.
i went to the art store today and i liked one of the guys who work there. when i first saw him i got kind of scared because he was walking towards me with a wierd stare... kind of like he was really determined to get to his destination or something. so i thought he was kind of scary at first, because of that, and because his hair made him look like the quiet type who is angry whenever they talk once in a while. and then later on i saw him a few times, walking down other aisles, and we kept making eye contact every time. and i kept getting a little more scared every time. anyway. i had a question and he was the only one around so i asked him, and he was cool. the way he talked was so different from the way i thought he would. and he was so nice, and although he couldn't answer my question and had to take it up to the counter, i still loved him. and then he asked me if i needed help with anything else, so i said to myself, what the hey! and i asked him which paint brushes are good for acrylics. he showed me, and i looked, and then i looked at the prices, and then i walked away. and when i was paying for all the crap i was buying he went behind the counter and restocked the bags. he was very nice, once again, because he pulled out a bag for my cashier so she wouldn't have to get and get it herself. and then i paid, and left, without saying good bye to my freaky-stare-lover.
back to the acrylic paint brushes. i didn't buy one, and then i came home, and i really needed one. so i searched my house, UPSIDE DOWN, for one, and i couldn't find one. can you believe it. what kind of artsy whore am i, with no paint brushes in the house.
i should go. it's 6:36. and you know what that means...
because i don't
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2004 11 April :: 7.09pm
:: Mood: happy!
Dedicated to: the good old days
Ah ha ha ha.
I just finished reading through all my previous entries. Some of them made me laugh so hard. Some of them just made me realize I'm a wierd freak. And all of them made me realize that I'm so boring now! I used to say such witty things here and there. And I used wierd vocabulary and called you my munchkin and cherub. I guess it felt cool back then...
One of my dear favorites has definitely got to be the 8 December 2003 entry. At the moment I can't remember what it's about, but I remember it being pretty funny. It might be the poem one...
I also read all of my old comments that people left me. And it was fun when it was from "Anonymous" because then I got to guess who it was from. But by about the 2nd comment from "Anonymous", I realized that all the comments from "Anonymous" would be from the same person (guess who) so it wasn't that much fun anymore.
And I read my latest comment and it was from... agrote. I don't know who agrote is... but he left me a message. And said he could relate to how I feel when my siblings leave for college. he was talking about how he's going to "uni" and I was like, what the hell is "uni"??? but then he also said university, so i was like, oh ok, university. and then i realized he must be british. (sly smile). he also was saying how when his sister comes home from college she's wearing tight jeans and has straightened hair. (??).
so i went to agrote's page and found out his name is ben and he's from england. and i read his bio and it was pretty funny. but the end is kind of sad and now i think he's poor. you know, my (sick and twisted) meaning of poor.
Ok well since my new friend "agrote" did it, I want to do it too. Here is my bio for all you suckafools out there...
When I was five I swallowed a mini die. When I was six I ran into a telephone pole while playing hide and seek. When I was seven I thought I was in love. When I was eight I sprayed myself with half a bottle of my sister's expensive perfume and lied and said I didn't. When I was nine I hated it when my mom took pictures of me in front of my classamtes at school. When I was ten I thought double digits were cool. When I was eleven I thought I was cool. When I was twelve I had anger management issues. When I was thirteen I thought I was having the best days of my life. When I was fourteen I realized i had anger managment issues. When I was fifteen I realized who my true friends were. When I was sixteen I waited until I was seventeen. And so on...
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2004 6 April :: 4.48pm
:: Mood: amused
Dedicated to: Rag Shop
One of the best things in life: Rag Shop.
I just got home from the best place on earth where I spent approximately 2 and a half hours of my day. But it felt like I spent 8 years there because it's like you're in a whole other galaxy. A galaxy full of ribbons, fabric, and paint galore. A galaxy you just can't escape until you've played with everything possible. A galaxy far far away that can only be appreciated by those who love crafts, and are.. mentally insane.. like me..
I also went to K mart because I wanted to see what they had in there. It's very nice. and big. and bright. But I feel like they have so much space but nothing that important to fill up the space. It's like someone who talks so much but never says anthing valuable.
So anyway, Rag Shop. They just have so much stuff. You walk down one aisle and theres fake flowers.. and then some buttons... and then colorful ribbon... and shelves of syrofoam... and then paint... all different colors of the spectrum... and then stamps.. and STICKERS... and so! much! more! I really sound insane don't I. Well don't judge until you've gone yourself. I gotta admit, the people who work there are kind of crazy... which is evidence that once you enter that galaxy you can never leave and you just turn insane like all of them. It's that fake flower plus fabric scent that gets you. It makes Rag Shop smell like... fabric enclosed in a zip loc bag... or something like that.
I was supposed to buy styrofoam balls and wooden rods to make molecules for Garg. But they're expensive man. See that's the thing about Rag Shop. You're like, oooh it's only $2.99! Wow this 12 pack is only five bucks!! And then you put all this shit into your basket and you go up to the counter, they ring you up, and ask for FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS.
Well maybe not four hundred dollars. More like forTY. But it's still a lot when you think you're only going to spend a little. So you end up buying it because you're scared to ask the crazy lady behind the counter to take out some of the shit... and then you go home, open up the bag, and wonder when you'll ever need to use multi colored magnets.
Not like this happened to me. Its just a hypothetical case.
So anyway. I was supposed to buy stuff to make molecules with, but I just ended up buying things that are at moment useless because I can't find my glue gun.
I tried looking for it in my basement but I'm scared of my basement because weird 12 legged insect wildlife live down there. And it's absolutely gross and makes me want to cry. So after looking for about five ... two... minutes, I gave up and sprinted upstairs, away from 600 legged creatures.
I will look for my glue gun another day, when Im feeling more brave and daring. Because right now, I'm going to explore all the random shit I bought at a place I like to call, Rag Shop.
-- edit --
Abut the heading: You can't really see, but at the top of the bag it says Beano. The site I went to for this picture said Beano! Beano! Beano! Hence, my heading. and it said it was last revised on February 24th. Fate? I thought so too.
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