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Stuff to do when you're depressed about something.
And I wonder if I can help myself, this time around. I've done something wrong, but I have no idea what that might be. True, I might have been acting up, or maybe too forgetful, or maybe not saying enough (or too much), but I don't know if any of those are true and I can't find out because he won't stay on the phone long enough for me to get the ( Read more... ) -
Anime, prom, and pinky-pointing winos.
First things first...
I don't know how it is in Ohio, but out here, college summer break begins earlier than high school summer break. Why, I may never know. All I know is, summer classes begin the week after high school classes end, which means that basically, when all my friends get out of school, I'll be jumping RIGHT BACK IN. (Fuck you, school ( Read more... ) -
here comes the countdown
So. "The Chauffeur". My twenty-four-year-old friend. He went to jail for forty days and got out last week. I don't know where he is now, but I sure would like to. Not because I really want to see him, because in all honesty, he's about as fun to be around as a big adorable fluffy white dog that licks your hand before chomping a big gaping CHUNK out ( Read more... ) -
The world is a wonderful place.
I just want everyone on the wonderful Internet to know that although I had a bit of a rough start, last week was an series of Best Days of My Life. I got to sleep in on Wednesday, met (my hero) Aaron McGruder on Thursday, ran into a friend I hadn't seen in AGES on Friday, and I can't even begin to describe what happened yesterday. Really. I'm so ( Read more... ) -
On Traveling.
I woke up at 1 AM. Someone please come knock me out so I can sleep again.
Lesa wants to go to some city far away for the weekend, again. I don't, of course. I ultimately have no desire to go anywhere by car, plane, or, especially, boat. I commute to San Francisco every day. I lived in boring Napa for four months. Before that, I went to community ( Read more... ) -
My sentiments exactly.
Iraq
Counting the cost
Mar 20th 2007
From Economist.com
Four years after America's invasion of Iraq the country is still in turmoil
AFP/Reuters
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Youth Speaks Grand Slam Finals 2007
I am a hopeless romantic.
Which is not to say that I get romantic about people. No, not at all. I hate people. If I grow up and fall in love and don't get the man I fall in love with, I am going to buy dogs. Lots of dogs. And I will live like that crazy lady I lived next door to, with the chow-chows and rotweilers, and live happily ever after with ( Read more... ) -
When DDR is hungry I feed it money.
So there's this guy named Jeff who goes to Southland Mall. He's Asian, wears a blue uniform, and looks to be in his late twenties. He waits for me and whomever I'm playing with to finish our game of DDR (today I played against a high school girl, a middle school boy, and a boy who was apparently special ed; he played Difficult mode and failed. I ( Read more... ) -
Hunter's Point.
Here's a quick recap of three important points in Aubrie's Things I should do before I end up dead, or whatever I call it:
9. Don't talk to dudes from Hunter's Point.
10. Do not go to Hunter's Point.
11. Do not say "Hunter's Point" in front of a mirror.
Yes, I wrote those on February 15th. Now, a painfully ironic point that I must now make is this. ( Read more... ) -
Why I Don't Catch Matinees.
Every day I look back on my life and I reminisce. Then I'll look forward and I'll do what anybody else would do. I'd expect more. It's a scary thing to think about how one day I'll look forward and only see the end of the road. Sooner still I might see nothing but fog all around me. I could forget everything.
I don't want to forget anything. That's ( Read more... )