Maybe this is how it should be. Maybe this is how it's always been. Maybe this is how it will be.
A mutual agreement.
A simple exchange.

A superficial promise.

患難見真情.

謝謝.

You're right.
I don't know what I like
what I want.

I want to go pre-med.

There's this assignment for COMM180 due tomorrow; I have to write about where I'll be in 20 years. A hot, sexy attending making out with his intern? Oh wait, that's from Grey's Anatomy. Pre-med isn't that hard right? Two biology classes, two chemistry classes, one organic chemistry class, one calculus class. 38 years-old. I'll ( Read more... )

High school jerks become college jerks. 
Maturity and civility, apparently, do not develop in some.

Regret.
Regret.
Regret.

(Finally, an entry Susie can understand.)

She likes the smell of coffee in the morning; the touch of her softened comforter on the tips of her toes; the sound of the rain gently tapping on her windows. She swirls the hazelnut cream around in her coffee mug, tinkering her miniture spoon along the edge in symphony in one hand and skimming the latest edition of Vogue in the other.

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I saw a Mexican today again. A Mexican came in front of everyone and pronounced her name correctly. I think this is the first time I heard a Mexican speak. A Mexican has a cute voice.

A Mexican is love.

Samosa is love.
Thanks, Archie.

Retard runs are very degrading. Don't do them unless people aren't around, and you're with someone who'll do it with you. For those of you who don't know the retard run: run at a fairly quick pace with your legs flopped out while jerking your hand against your upper chest near the shoulders. It gets you the runner's high experience almost ( Read more... )