See, I Update
Today was an interesting day. 'Shit yeah,' you think, 'an LJ post that begins with that is going to take it to the extreme.' And you would be right.
I woke up at 730. This hour comes early when you go to bed at 2 am. Bunny wakes me up somehow and I can't understand why, so I just roll over and try to sleep again. Then she reveals to me that it's 730. Class in an hour. Right. I fall asleep trying to decide what I'm going to wear. Twice. I was lying on the bed at the time because I was too lazy to put my laundry away. All of my clean clothes were in a laundry basket surrounded by a desert of dirty clothes.
In Imperial China Professor Chan asked me for a Chinese value. After some unintellectual stalling, I manage to spit out "the concept of bao." 'What the hell's that?' It's reciprocity, both good and bad. My stalling pales in comparison to a Chinese man trying to pronounce 'reciprocity.' Got an A- on the paper I wrote at 11 am. God I love knowing how to write.
I came home after going to the Loft (Hawaiian restaurant in Torrance) with Sandy. It's Thursday, so that meant Nacho Night. For the first time in like forever Paris Hilton could come. We sat on the couch and watched some random crap on the TV. Paris complemented my nachos, but I think at that point she was so hungry she'd have said the same thing if I'd puked all over them. I meant to ask her about her video, because it's more than a little freaky. I mean, she's practically molesting that kid. Unfortunately before I could ask her she got a call from her agent or someone and she needed to go "put out some fires." Whatever Paris, probably a booty call.
I woke up at 730. This hour comes early when you go to bed at 2 am. Bunny wakes me up somehow and I can't understand why, so I just roll over and try to sleep again. Then she reveals to me that it's 730. Class in an hour. Right. I fall asleep trying to decide what I'm going to wear. Twice. I was lying on the bed at the time because I was too lazy to put my laundry away. All of my clean clothes were in a laundry basket surrounded by a desert of dirty clothes.
In Imperial China Professor Chan asked me for a Chinese value. After some unintellectual stalling, I manage to spit out "the concept of bao." 'What the hell's that?' It's reciprocity, both good and bad. My stalling pales in comparison to a Chinese man trying to pronounce 'reciprocity.' Got an A- on the paper I wrote at 11 am. God I love knowing how to write.
I came home after going to the Loft (Hawaiian restaurant in Torrance) with Sandy. It's Thursday, so that meant Nacho Night. For the first time in like forever Paris Hilton could come. We sat on the couch and watched some random crap on the TV. Paris complemented my nachos, but I think at that point she was so hungry she'd have said the same thing if I'd puked all over them. I meant to ask her about her video, because it's more than a little freaky. I mean, she's practically molesting that kid. Unfortunately before I could ask her she got a call from her agent or someone and she needed to go "put out some fires." Whatever Paris, probably a booty call.