lumpia makes me happy in the pants.
my little sister fucking disappoints me sometimes.
she really needs to grow up.
honestly, she never thinks of anyone but herself, and expects sympathy for all the problems she causes.
ugh, it nauseates me to think that she's quick on the road to becoming the second worst type of asian girl (self-absorbed take no prisoners ultra bitch), and i feel as if there's nothing i can say or do that she won't ignorantly resent.
(the worst type of asian girl is the omnislut, by the way.
i call her the omnislut because she will do anything to/with anyone/anything.)
geek chic girls i still find rather cute.
trucker hat poseur couture, as i like to call it, is a big turn off, though.
the bit about liking to call it that was basically a lie though, seeing as i've never said that aloud in my life and i really only thought of the term a little while ago.
it's pretty catchy though, huh?
poseur couture.
rolls off the tongue.
i was really concerned about not getting into rutgers, considering they didn't receive my full application until saturday, but between this and the last blurb, i checked my status compulsively as i do, and hooray! if bc doesn't give me the money i need, i'll actually have somewhere to go.
oh my god i just want to sleep and fail all of my classes, but i think zeros would equal automatic c's through and through, which utterly fucks me over if i ever decide i'd like to transfer. damn working.
i watched kill bill for the first time in a while today, and i realize that there's a few things i hadn't quite picked up on before. so, even though i was supposed to see volume two today and didn't, i'm sorta glad i watched the first portion again beforehand.
on a related note, left-handed football is the only football worth playing.
i'm really set on recording some really bad music once i get my computer.
ideas always seem to flood my head, but before i decide which ones to try to hold on to, it seems as if the fish have all scattered.
BLAM!
she really needs to grow up.
honestly, she never thinks of anyone but herself, and expects sympathy for all the problems she causes.
ugh, it nauseates me to think that she's quick on the road to becoming the second worst type of asian girl (self-absorbed take no prisoners ultra bitch), and i feel as if there's nothing i can say or do that she won't ignorantly resent.
(the worst type of asian girl is the omnislut, by the way.
i call her the omnislut because she will do anything to/with anyone/anything.)
geek chic girls i still find rather cute.
trucker hat poseur couture, as i like to call it, is a big turn off, though.
the bit about liking to call it that was basically a lie though, seeing as i've never said that aloud in my life and i really only thought of the term a little while ago.
it's pretty catchy though, huh?
poseur couture.
rolls off the tongue.
i was really concerned about not getting into rutgers, considering they didn't receive my full application until saturday, but between this and the last blurb, i checked my status compulsively as i do, and hooray! if bc doesn't give me the money i need, i'll actually have somewhere to go.
oh my god i just want to sleep and fail all of my classes, but i think zeros would equal automatic c's through and through, which utterly fucks me over if i ever decide i'd like to transfer. damn working.
i watched kill bill for the first time in a while today, and i realize that there's a few things i hadn't quite picked up on before. so, even though i was supposed to see volume two today and didn't, i'm sorta glad i watched the first portion again beforehand.
on a related note, left-handed football is the only football worth playing.
i'm really set on recording some really bad music once i get my computer.
ideas always seem to flood my head, but before i decide which ones to try to hold on to, it seems as if the fish have all scattered.
BLAM!