m: see i have this sick perversion
m: one of many
m: it's like
j: what do you mean?
m: wait perversion isnt the right word
j: haha

now that i've further analyzed my "theory", i've realized that i do this only with people that i do not really know. with people that i do know, i read their messages as if it was actually them speaking.

ok, i thought about it. it's still funny.

im laughing to myself right now because i just realised that when im on msn or aim, and i read what the person is saying, i read it the way they wrote it. and when i think about it, it's quite funny. but then again, ive been sick for the last week, so i'll think about this in a while, and write another entry.

everytime i meet someone new i tell them about my life and what ive been doing, and why ive been doing what i have. it always seems to work so im not planning on changing the way i first approach people. then i tell them how great things are back home, wherever home is at that moment. then i go back home and tell my friends there, or my parents ( Read more... )

i went to hakone with ed this weekend.
it was fun. we drank. we played tennis.
we stumblemd into a party past the fourth hole and the woods.
that was definetly interesting.

& i have to post pictures.

i havent been doing any work for school.
it doesnt bother me.
tommorow is my last day before the 4-day weekend.
i miss olivia.
got to buy tickets.
narrowed my music selection even more.

& i like you. <3

ok, today is the last day of classes here at pratt. a month has already gone by, and i didnt even notice. this also means that there isnt much time left before real school starts in tokyo. the show is tommorow. i have to finish my conceptual self portrait, and im not sure what to do. class today starts at 10:30am, instead of nine, but i dont know ( Read more... )

ok. i've been in italy for about a week and a half now. dan has left, and al is following him to canada on sunday. then karl leaves the following day for the seychelles. i leave thursday or something, but im not sure. i miss people. i wasnt extremely happy to go back to italy this summer. but i dont care. im going to go eat, it's lunch time.

And with the softest blow of the wind, his hair moved slightly and then stopped. He was at his eighth ciagarette burning down to his lungs and then back out in to the already polluted air. She was there, as always, behind the kitchen counter of the restarurant across the road. It was now tradtition for the two to make their eyes meet every once ( Read more... )