September 25, 2005

  • Hello, good samaritans of the world!


    Yesterday was fun.  Went down to San Jose for the Weber.. THING!  Yah.  The turn-out was immensely overwhelming.. Daniel, Joeve, Chocolate, and me.  YAH!  That was it.  But it was still like.. uber neat.  After Weber left, we went bowling and walked around Oakridge, then ate at Eastridge.  I cannot believe that Albertsons doesn't allow cameras.


    T_T And I don't have a ONE band anymore.  SOLUTION?!!?!  I must buy fifty more and mail them to all the people from San Jose that lost/broke/never had one and pass them out like candy to my classmates in MTHS, taping the legendary (yes, legendary.  that paper is more popular than i am.) "This is not a cause, it's an emergency." flier onto it.  IT'S THE ONLY ANSWER!  Genius?  I so know. Joking here. But seriously, e-mail me or tell me if you want a(nother) ONE band and I'll probably mail it to you and tab you on a dollar (or you can give me the dollar in advance.. because i need money.).


    AHHHHHHRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHGHGHGRW tjlfdsa hklaBKLaksjdln  people piss me off sometimes.  I spend all this time and determination and earnest hope to believe in the best of people, in the choice to believe in the best in everyone, perhaps being disappointed now and then.  But it's another thing when the disappointment is a constant, repeatedly kicking me when down, laughing in my face.  That's way past disappointment.  There are people that do that to me, without neither mercy nor pity.  Psychologically kick my ass, then tell me in a bold-faced lie that they didn't--they swear that they were sure it was for the best, they didn't mean to hurt anyone, they knew what they were doing, they'll never do something that stupid again and then do it five minutes after.  Tell me the story like they were the hero, tell me that they were trying not to hurt me, tell me the lie that they love me, tell me that I'm the one that's wrong.  Tell me that I was "a fucking idiot" from the start for ever trying to believe in people. Oh yeah? Huh? Huh? Huh? Well, fuck you. PPFFFT! TAKE THAT!
    If I die from trust (not like, "dumb death-insured trust" where i walk into some stranger's car b'cos of candy. i'm not that stupid.), I'm not completely sure I'd regret it.  I probably wouldn't.


    For the last like..::clears throat:: few years, I've been trying to learn to read braille.  I've been decently successful; I know how to count to five and about a third of the alphabet from the little braille underwrites beneath signs and such.  (Did you know that it's not always a direct translation?!  Like at one bathroom, it said, "girl's bathroom" in braille but the print was "women". AMAZING, I KNOW! ::feels slightly pathetic::)  But the issue is that I'm reading it.  Like, with my eyes.  And you know, it's just me, but I really feel like that completely destroys the point of it..

    edit @ 3:33 p.m. (and yes, yes i did make a wish)
    Browsing through Xangas and just found this interesting:

    "Something of note from the U2 concert: Bono spent a lot of time talking about helping the poor and all that.  The crowd cheered whenever he said things about giving money to people in New Orleans and Africa and everywhere else.  After the show I saw a homeless man selling Streetwise papers for a dollar outside the stadium.  Everybody ignored him.


    It's almost poetic."
    -http://www.xanga.com/Denslow


    Today's lesson: When your head hurts, it's okay to need a shoulder to lie on.


    oh what a beautiful view, if you were never aware of what was around you


    Bye for now.

Comments (2)

  • thanks for the props =)

  • why thank ya good miss! and oh em gee you came to my city! quelle coïncedence!

    since when did albertsons ban the usage of cameras in their stores? i will have to challenge this ruling some time soon, it's unjust for all of us who absolutely MUST take photos of our groceries.

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