Two nights ago Christine cut me bangs that I loved but now that I look at it, look JUST LIKE HERS and then this morning Sehee is also sporting the same bangs.

WE ALL HAVE THE SAME BANGS.

I don't know if it's funny or just weird, like we're in a cult of Super Asian or something.

I'm at Governor's School, in the fiction room (a room with a round table, ten computers, two huge blackboards and a podium reminiscient of Ms. Litman's ( Read more... )

Either someone's hammering something against a wall all night or having violent, bed-bouncing, headboard-slamming sex.

I mean, you just can't explain that.

I mean, up until tonight, I really, really thought my next-door neighbor was making repairs to his house or something.

Lucky bastard.Edit: I'm really scared. It's really loud. I hope he's ( Read more... )

I haven't felt this good about my grades in a long time.

I want to taste this feeling forever.

Stop touching me during Chemistry.

It's only September and I can't remember what August was like. Or July. Brr. Cold ( Read more... )

A. She's a really pretty girl, his ex. Now I don't want to go out with him (even if I had the chance), if only because it'll be a "step down" for him. Not that I'll ever say this to him ( Read more... )

I've told someone I liked him to their face.

He's a close friend, so it was okay. I was afraid we'd be awkward after that, but that's not the case at all.

Last week, after school, Yearbook Office.

LITMAN: By the way, your fly's down, Lee.
LEE: Oh, that--yeah, I know--I just can't get it up--
LITMAN AND TUYEN: *cackle madly*
LITMAN: You're too young to have that problem yet.
TUYEN: There's medication for that.

It's hard to keep a straight face in AP sometimes.

So anyone who knows me, knows that when I get crushes on people, I can't keep my mouth shut. I'm so happy it bubbles up like vomit and spews out onto everyone. But I think I'm learning to keep things to myself better.

He's really cute.