bloopy bloo!
so, bjork has this one song and in the middle/towards the end she starts going all crazy saying "i love him..i love him, i love him i love him.." and she keeps on saying this, and usually whenever i listen to this song i usually end up singing it loudly, unable to hear myself, because i have headphones on. this time though, i was watching the dvd my sister got me and was singing along, and my mom came in the room but i didnt hear her because the music and my bad voice were to loud. i turn around and i see her staring at me with the weirdest look painted on her face. then-
"take off your pants."
"what?"
"im washing them."
"im wearing them."
"take off your pants...and stop listening to this weird music."
"what weird music?"
"the thing you're listening to right now! its weird."
"its not weird...(i shouldnt have said this but..)..at least i listen to music i can understand...why do you listen to mexican music? you're not mexican. you're asian."
"i listen to what i want."
"so do i."
"give me your pants."
"ok."
after taking off my pants and handing them to my mom, i went back to reading this book ive been trying to finish...i finished it...then i just sat in my room with nothing to do. laying and staring around my room, i sat there for about an hour thinking about stuff thats been going on, and then got up and went downstairs for some food. it was around 3,4, or 5 and dinner was still a couple of hours off, so i got some chips! tortilla chips! i went upstairs and prepared to watch a movie for my film class and when i opened the bag and reached in, something was wrong. the chips were shaped all crazy and were hard to eat. the bag says that they were "scoops! the dip lover's chip!" i had no dip and i couldnt recall the last time i was a dip lover, so these chips werent appealing to me....but, i kept on eating them. by the time the movie (pulp fiction) was in the middle, i had 2/3 of the bag. dizzam. and these chips were hard to eat; i wonder what would have happened if i had "easy eating chips." i probably could have gone through 2 bags.
the movie ended as did the bag of chips. my mom came in my room and asked me why this time when she asked for my clothes for washing why i talked back. i tolder her that whenever she asks me to "take off my pants" im not going to feel to comfortable. she gave me a weird look and then left to deposit some money into my sister bank account. i stayed home and danced to the faint while cleaning my room and watching another movie for film class. becca called me and told me that she bought prom tickets! my mom came home and i ate some dank-ass chicken. i forget what else happened today.
i went to south carolina for a week and coachella and the mars volta and some crazy art show downtown. all were awesome and take too much time to write about.
"take off your pants."
"what?"
"im washing them."
"im wearing them."
"take off your pants...and stop listening to this weird music."
"what weird music?"
"the thing you're listening to right now! its weird."
"its not weird...(i shouldnt have said this but..)..at least i listen to music i can understand...why do you listen to mexican music? you're not mexican. you're asian."
"i listen to what i want."
"so do i."
"give me your pants."
"ok."
after taking off my pants and handing them to my mom, i went back to reading this book ive been trying to finish...i finished it...then i just sat in my room with nothing to do. laying and staring around my room, i sat there for about an hour thinking about stuff thats been going on, and then got up and went downstairs for some food. it was around 3,4, or 5 and dinner was still a couple of hours off, so i got some chips! tortilla chips! i went upstairs and prepared to watch a movie for my film class and when i opened the bag and reached in, something was wrong. the chips were shaped all crazy and were hard to eat. the bag says that they were "scoops! the dip lover's chip!" i had no dip and i couldnt recall the last time i was a dip lover, so these chips werent appealing to me....but, i kept on eating them. by the time the movie (pulp fiction) was in the middle, i had 2/3 of the bag. dizzam. and these chips were hard to eat; i wonder what would have happened if i had "easy eating chips." i probably could have gone through 2 bags.
the movie ended as did the bag of chips. my mom came in my room and asked me why this time when she asked for my clothes for washing why i talked back. i tolder her that whenever she asks me to "take off my pants" im not going to feel to comfortable. she gave me a weird look and then left to deposit some money into my sister bank account. i stayed home and danced to the faint while cleaning my room and watching another movie for film class. becca called me and told me that she bought prom tickets! my mom came home and i ate some dank-ass chicken. i forget what else happened today.
i went to south carolina for a week and coachella and the mars volta and some crazy art show downtown. all were awesome and take too much time to write about.