Day: October 23, 2005

  • HULLO!


    Omigawd (yes, that's right.. "omigawd.")!  I was looking through the archives of the blog that is "jounouchilvr" (oh, memories! ooh ooh, from ocala newsletter in the sixth grade that i submitted: "If there's any reason for living, that reason is you."  Wow, I completely forgot about that.) and came across this.  Oh, man.  Who remembers when I used to do this?!:


    Mood? Going through the five stages of grief, baby. Don't worry about me, I'm already at "Bargaining."
    Thoughts? 'I WANT CEREAL FROM TRADER JOE'S!' (i just heard a radio ad that they have the BEST CEREAL IN THE WORLD.  i mean, it has brazil nuts.  c'mon now.)
    Loving? Wonderous coincidences and friendly "hello, how are you?" transitions.
    Hating? HOMEWORK!  HOMEWORK SUCKS!  Maaaannnnnnnnnnnnn.  You know, I haven't done my homework ALL WEEK, you know that?!  I hecka lucked out because my Bio class turns in everything on Monday (well, i got a ways to go..) and I guess I'm going to mad procrastinate on my Eng. projects.. yes, plural.  Projects.  OH!  And I hate bad timing.  It sucks big time.  Trust me.
    Missing? I miss the San Jose-ians. ALL OF YOU FEEL SPECIAL!  Feel special nowwwww...
    Wanting? The book "The Complex Infrastructure Known as the Female Mind," written by Relient K.  :D   Y'know kids, Christmas is slowly coming along.. ever so slowly.. ::cough::
    Listening? U2 - Slow Dancing (fine, whatever, it's hella depressing to listen to during the five stages of grief, but i'm listening to it)
    Quote?   "Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- which is everything."  -anonymous


    Oh yes, from 2004!  Among the best memory-jerkers is looking through these xanga things, I swear.  Looked through some of my first entries, many humourously deleted for their own immature reasons, and even went through the ol' oyamada xanga.  There's HECKA CRAP about Clay Aiken scattered everywhere.  Wooowww.  I cannot believe I used to absolutely worship him.


    What I really laugh at is when I read over something I wrote a while ago and I think that it's clever, so I congratulate myself.  I'm so lame, it's cool.  No, I'm just lame..


    PAUL (the fish) DIED!  ::cries::


    I dislike it when people applaud me.  I mean, the encouragement and the idea of it is very reassuring and nice, but it's just that I'm used to applauding other people, not myself getting the applause--which is something no one should really "get used to"--'some things you should't get too good at.. like smiling, crying, and celebrity.'  I like being part of the crowd that offers encouragement and congrats.  I've found myself putting my own hands together when others are applauding me,and I realize too late that, "Oh shit!  I'm not supposed to do that!" because I'm just so used to being on the other side, and then I feel guilty for days at a time because I applauded myself.  IT'S FRICKIN' WEIRD!


    Ooh!  KICK-ASS PICTURE!  That's right, it's so groovy that it calls for vulgarity.  That's intense.

    The "Midsummer..." cast.  :)


    Today's lesson: There are going to be moments that you're going to feel completely numb, where you don't even feel like going on.  Remember.. they're only moments.


    i don't know why a man sees the truth but needs the lies


    Bye for now. (a traditional closing that is, as of now, 2 years, 2 months, and 8 days old.. and counting. =D)