[i looked in the mirror and thought hey, my hair doesn't look half bad today... | Monday, September 30, 2002]
Today I feel like I got something accomplished. No, I did not do my homework yet, no, I did not give to the poor, and no, I did not make the world a better place. But I read 60 pages of a really good book today and that made me feel more excellent than I have ever felt for a while now... It was one of the few moments where I have truly enjoyed myself in my own solitude.... the world looked so pretty from the inside out. Maybe one day I can learn how to cope with good feelings.... until then, peace out... Jenny's journal entries do some crazy shit to me.... heh. =)
10:27 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[it's motherfuckin' on... | Sunday, September 29, 2002]
I am so tired.... but today was great. In Jenny's words, I was "on." I asked her what me being on meant and she was just like "I don't know.... you're so... on." So the reason for my on-ness is probably because my weekend has just been so laid back and chill-type cool. The football game on Friday was sort of dumb, and it reminded me of why I hardly attend high school events. But I saw cool (and gross) people, so I guess it was alright. This weekend has just mostly consisted of chilling at Ryan's house, breaking windows and wreaking havoc with his new air hockey table. Mad chaos ensues... and I'm having a ball while this world is being turned upside down. ...I also terrorized the neighbors and the neighborhood cats again with the aid of fellow assassin Laura... which also led to certain biology teachers shutting certain windows because of the increased volume of "WHOAS" from Laura and I trying to sing 311 songs (quite poorly.) Today was just sort of exciting. Nothing new, but just very pleasant. The type of pleasant that would make you click your heels three times in the air... and none of that "shake fist three times in the air" crap either... hee hee..... today is a good day/night. I hope yours can be just as pleasant... adieu.
01:33 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[please drive faster | Thursday, September 26, 2002]
I wish there were more things to do. I'm getting more bored, more easily. This is one of those times where I need a really killer show to go to. Or a really great movie to see. Or a really awesome outing with friends... maybe just driving somewhere... anywhere.... just to be in a car with great people, living it up. Damn, I want a car now. It's my fucking ticket to freedom.
I don't see why people like going to high school football games. It's a bunch of hard-assed guys running around after a piece of pigskin in tight pants.... I could be having more fun at the circus. Times like now are boring.... where has all the thrill run off to? *sigh*...
08:22 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[maybe i'm just being a jealous cunt... | Wednesday, September 25, 2002]
Hmmm... today I realized that maybe I'm not as loved as I'd like to believe I am.... or am I? I'm sort of confused at this rate.... I wish I knew which people hated me.... so I could stop being so damn nice to everyone. Maybe that sounds cruel but really... if someone is mean to you, then being nice to them probably wouldn't do that much good... if it did, then hey... awesome. I suppose I just like people too much. And I want everyone to be happy and not get hurt. I'm always screwed though, cause it always happens that the people I like most don't seem to give a damn about me...
02:55 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[going nowhere, going nowhere... | Tuesday, September 24, 2002]
I'm sort of at a loss... which in turn, makes me feel like an idiot. My stalker has returned.... someone save me. Heh... he/she signed my guestbook, and apparently, it's someone that knows me and most likely goes to my school. I was talking to a friend today about how I can tell things about people and the font in which they type in. Well, guess what I have writing styles figured out too.... I am pretty sure my stalker is Emma... if it isn't, then there's like a 30% chance it's Nina.... and if it's neither of them, well then, I've been duped. And I saw Emma and Nina today too... damn... this mystery ought to unravel itself soon enough.... after all.... only a select few would dare utter the hideous name that is known as..... Chantel... *shivers*
Love is everything, says the Juliana Theory. Oh man, I am so fucked when their new album actually comes out. I've played it to death, so I will probably be already tired of it when it comes out. That's what happened with Incubus and the release of Morning View. Someone really needs to restrict me from uncontrollable downloading... in the meantime, tomorrow is Wednesday. Yeah. Not much else to say... life is sort of boring at the moment..... it really is. Ah, crap it, J.D. Salinger's style is getting to me. ...isn't it weird to say that I've been reading too much lately? ...and again I am making no sense.... well deus ex machina to you too.
11:48 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[good to be home | Monday, September 23, 2002]
Wow. It seems like Catcher in the Rye is everywhere these days. It's mentioned in my friend Jenny's journal, in The Good Girl, and hey, guess what book I'm reading right now...? Heh.... I would name my child fuckin' Holden Caufield if I could. I really would.
Today I discovered that teachers really do freely talk about their students with each other. Today, two teachers mentioned to me how funny and coincidental it was that I lived next door to my old bio teacher. Sort of freaky.... freaky in the sense that he is going around telling my teachers that he lives by me.... quite peculiar, if I do say so myself.
Yesterday people thought I was missing. I guess I just had a bad day. I went on a long walk... sort of nowhere in particular. But it felt very good. And it was fucking hot as hell... but it felt unusually right nonetheless. I really want to work at the old people home by my house. I just wish I wasn't so intimidated by the elderly... maybe I should participate more in the community... I really should.
I want to be the fucking French Club president. I really do. I want to run this world like mad..... and in my world, no one would ever get hurt. Ever.
I wish I could've stayed up late enough yesterday to write about how beautiful the moon was.... it sort of defeats the purpose of looking back in the morning and recalling how lovely it was. But I'll do it anyway. Yesterday was the Chinese holiday of the Moon Festival, where the Moon Goddess got banished to the moon for doing something.... I forget most of the story... but there is a folkish reason for why the moon shines the brightest on the Moon Festival day. Anyway, it was just beautiful...... very big and round and so full of light.... even though I know the moon doesn't exude light, but let's just pretend for a moment that it does.... it was probably the loveliest evening of the year... and you know what I did? I fell asleep by 1 AM. *sighs* I'm such an idiot....
[an odd but a good friday | Saturday, September 21, 2002]
For a while, I thought that I had lost my humor. Tonight, I seemed to have found it and made the best joke/crack on someone that I have always made fun of... and I made people laugh in the process. It's actually very funny, but doesn't look as good typed as it did when I said it. Maybe it was just funny because it was one of those "moments." Everyone was sort of on a good high after a semi-turbulent roller coaster ride of an evening.
If I had to pick my most favorite part about tonight's meanderings, then I would definitely say that the car ride home was the best. No console, whites in the backseat.... (= (No, I am not racist, and furthermore, I am not Anti-Semitic... my lover is a Jew...) Good old Jason almost ran over a deer if it wasn't for Jessie's call of "ROADKILL!!" We hung out in the ghetto today.... the ghetto means not East Side San Jose, but down Meridian where the deer and rednecks are free to roam..... Okay, well maybe not rednecks for real, but ghetto people that hang out in the parking lots of Albertson's.... cause you know... parking lot kids make us all look good. And we did that, but it was sort of dumb. I normally don't loiter in parking lots, but for the sake of meeting new people, I did, and it probably was not really worth my time.... I should have made better use of my smuggling. I could've gone to Ryan's gramp's house to play pool. And that certainly would have been a more constructive use of my time. And I would've been spending it with quality people... not that the people I met today weren't "quality", they were just.... not my style.
Before my smuggling into Carlie's Corsica, I also saw the movie Spirited Away today. It's essentially the new Studio Ghibli production, and Studio Ghibli's films go through Disney, so it gets the whole Disney-star treatment and gets a big screen premiere at the little AMC theater... which is really awesome. It really drew a big crowd. It was great.... hardcore anime fans, little kids, adults that were astounded by the wonder that is known as modern anime.... it was just beautiful. You have to be able to watch a Studio Ghibli produced film and know that it is not Disney. It is better, and I think this new film beats them all. Better than Princess Mononoke even. This film was so good... if you do not know what anime is about, then watch this movie. It'll blow you away even if you think that anime is dumb.... admit it... we all liked Pokemon at one point or another in our lives.
And Moonlight Mile with good old Jake Gyllenhaal is out too...... this has been a good movie month.... =) I sign off feeling actually accomplished for once.... have a beautiful and most delectable evening....
12:00 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[i guess i'm sort of dumb. narf. | Wednesday, September 18, 2002]
I am going to motivate myself, gah-dammit. My AP US History grade, after my dutiful calculations, comes out to something between a C+ and a B-..... gah! I'm sort of silly for letting myself fall back so far behind this year... slacking off way more than I need to.... However, I think in all due time, it will work out okay. Chemistry over the summer wasn't terrible, and this is probably a bit better than that. I don't think I'll do great in this hellish subject, but pull through okay. It comes around.... I guess I'm still waiting for my brain to register and kick in.... but hey.... I know I'm not a complete numbskull cause I've got my other classes down.... I can even point out Jason's mistakes before he even notices them! =D Hee hee....
I'm glad that for now, AP Biology is good for me. I understand things, whereas Ryan thinks History is easier than Bio... eeee.... that's crazy.... I suppose I like my physical sciences more than I like political sciences then... but Bio is still cool, even though the teacher is sort of... blah. But hey.... we got to play with Play-doh in class today. How's that for being mature upperclassmen eh?
[i am the glutton of all gluttons | Thursday, September 12, 2002]
Today was the greatest.... visiting my friend Tomm at Leigh was really fun and even better was the eating contest that my friends and I had at the local diner this evening.... my friends Alex, Ryan, and Billy each got a Big Bopper, which is a hamburger 6 inches tall and 4 patties thick, along with cheese, lettuce, tomato, onions, pickles, the works. That thing was huge.... the size wasn't the gross part though. The nastiest aspect of that burger was the amount of grease involved.... it was just dripping with beef fat.... gnarly. Anyway, watching people race and eat a gargantuan hamburger is one of the more thrilling and exciting things that I will ever see in my life..... even though I was sincerely grossed out for most of it.... but I got it all on film. ^_^
After the guys finished their burgers (miraculously), and we decided that Ryan was the winner, we decided to hold a girls' contest with Jessie, Laura, Beth, and me. ...all I can say is thank God we were not forced to get that nasty Big Bopper... instead we got Fonzies, which consisted of two patties with the works.... still, for us girls, that's still a pretty damn big burger. ...this is the sickest part.... I finished first in 6 minutes and 30 seconds (as timed by Jason's handy stopwatch).... that is just wrong. I cannot believe that I just ate a dripping greasy burger the size of my foot in less than 7 minutes... that is just so wrong..... but hey... Ryan says I can train and compete with the guys next time.... ha.... I'm such a glutton... =D But seriously, now I don't think I can eat for like, five days.... man, these next few trips to the toilet are sure gonig to be fun ones..... >.<
09:46 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[hell yeah, you can still be freaky in bed | Wednesday, September 11, 2002]
Now this is weird. Who would have thought that someone would have actually searched "can you still love the lord and still be freaky in bed" and actually gotten to my site? ...I'm telling you.... it's one of those odd forces of nature again... pretty nutty, if you ask me. ...Tomorrow I am going to Leigh to visit some gold old friends of mine.... and the first annual Happy Dayz Diner eating contest is on....!! My friends Ryan, Alex, and Billy (actually Billy is my lover) are going to duke it out and see if any of them can finish a 1 1/4 pound burger.... I mean gah.... that's like five fucking patties..... it'll sure be an event, that's for sure. I'm stoked... I can't wait to get those grumbling little tummies on film.... ^_^
04:56 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[language barriers, rebellion, and family values | Tuesday, September 10, 2002]
I get hurt watching other kids yell at their parents. It's especially funny watching my friends do it because they do it in English, and whenever I argue with my parents, it's always in Chinese... it's a funny feeling. It seems that if you're arguing in the same language, then you should see more eye to eye, and that both sides will be able to comprehend better and (hopefully) come to a compromise. With me, I have to fight back in Chinese.... if I said it in English, my parents wouldn't be able to really understand.... but then again, speaking in Chinese is futile for me too because the things I mean in Chinese don't always come out the right way when I say it. So in a sense, I can't really communicate with my parents.... I guess that because of this, I have become more tolerable of their words, and understand them more than some other kids may understand their parents. I don't hate my parents; sure, they're assholes sometimes, but I am honestly very lucky to have parents that give me as much freedom and responsibility as mine do. I suppose that's why it hurts me when insolent children blow up at their moms and dads.... they show no fucking respect for all the things that their parents have done for them...
I can honestly say that I've never blown up in front of my parents, or tried to retort too harshly. If I do, I get smacked in the face, and am lectured on how disrespectful it is for the youngster to disobey the elder. My family has different morals in terms of family, especially because we are Chinese, and so much is based around togetherness of the family. This may make me seem like I am just ready to accept anything without question, and do not speak up for myself but I do.... I have my own morals different from that of my parents', and sometimes, the best form of rebellion is learning how to comply with the system first... this works in many cases, such as school.... you have to learn how the system works in order to go against it successfully.... and now this is leading on to anarchy, so I think I'll stop, cause that's a whole other topic...
[a literary form of slumber... | Monday, September 9, 2002]
Sort of interesting... today I talked to two guys who I have been friends with for a really long time, but never really talked to for quite a while... on the whole, I had unusual but relatively deep conversations, but alas, it really did keep me from doing my damn DBQ essay for stupid AP US History... and now I have um.... not as many hours as I would have liked to get it done.... great study habits eh? I don't even know where all of my time went... 6 of my hours were spent this evening doing what.... only God knows... hee hee... (=
A couple of minutes ago, my sister fell asleep on the couch while reading Fox in Socks. I had made her read instead of watching television... and after not more than 15 minutes of reading, she just falls asleep in her reading position... which is sitting upright on the couch, holding the book balanced on her lap... it was adorable. I took a picture while she was sleeping because honestly, how many times do you find people sleeping when they look like they're really reading? It was a peculiar sight, but very cute all the same.... maybe I should read too.... if I fall asleep, I wonder if I would fall asleep upright like she did..... *groans* Off I go to battle the evils of US history...
08:22 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[so complicated... | Sunday, September 8, 2002]
I hate this girl. She makes me fucking sick. People that honestly support her obviously don't know what they're getting into... those poor souls... of course, I know people are going to get angry at me because I may be offending others when I say that Avril Lavigne is formulated media bullshit. I think that she can sing and that she is pretty, but talent doesn't only revolve around that anymore, and she has nothing else to back it up with... she doesn't seem that intelligent... she "plays" the guitar... she claims to be "punk rock"... how many times has it been said that the way one dresses has nothing to do with the music? And here she is, dressing up in her little "punk rawk skater" get-up, singing about "Sk8ter Bois". Wow... she really had me fooled. >.<
She makes me angry. She is taking the spotlight away from others who will have more talent then she'll ever have. The worst thing is how so many people are able to feed into it... this is the type of thing that is so sad... people may say "I like Avril Lavigne, therefore I am orienting myself with the punk rock genre, so I am soooo punk rock".... *sigh* ...honestly!! I think my point is made, even though it may not be that clear... I guess I hold too many grudges agaisnt people, eh? It's okay though.. it's what makes me who I am... the cynical little Asian would-be emo stalker bitch who grew up to learn how to love the world, only to find so many obscurities to hate...
[look at what the lack of television does to a young girl | Sunday, September 8, 2002]
I hate having a CD that is so good, but only with 4 songs... I went to sleep for probably 3 hours today, and accidentally left that disc on repeat... let's see, 4 songs is approximately 15 minutes, meaning that the CD played 12 times in a row.... ahhhh... excuse my silly calculations. I suppose math does come in handy sometimes. For special occasions. :)
I hate this and love it at the same time. I feel like this stupid blog is a stupid person, and I'm having a very lonely one-sided conversation with myself... oh well. I guess things like these happen to the best of us every once in a while...
I feel the mad craving for some good television. I've deprived myself of TV for at least two weeks, and I haven't watched Cowboy Bebop or the Food Network in a long time, and I think maybe this is a part of the reason I am possibly going insane...
10:11 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[i am the best lyricist by far... | Sunday, September 8, 2002]
oh my goodness
sometimes i wonder
why
people like quoting
entire songs
in journal entries.
i mean
i can understand
why
people quote things
and maybe
entire songs once in a
while
but really
whole fucking songs
every other entry
are unnecessary.
really.
don't agree?
well then go cry in your corner, fucking emo kid. =D
03:12 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[stalker... | Sunday, September 8, 2002]
Hmmm.... I think that I am being stalked online... I checked my referrals for today, and the same person continually kept looking at my site for like 2 hours (approx. 10 pm - 12 am), as well as went through most of my archives... this comes to me as a shock, since I thought that practically no one looked at my site. My counter tells me that this person is most likely an AOL user... and that this person also looked up my screen name on an AOL search engine... now if that isn't weird, then I don't know what is. Someone is digging into my life.... for security purposes, I'm hoping that this is a really big hoax and that this "stalker" is only my friend Jenny or someone from the McCollum household.... if it isn't, then this means you!! If you're stalking me, then hit me up fool... I must say, I don't like being stalked without knowing why... heh. And I will continue to wonder and wonder who this little devil is until he/she steps forward... so do it. NOW.
I had another beautiful day.... and thank you much Jenny, for acknowledging my thoughts and clumsiness in your writing... and if you didn't do it on purpose, well then... I'm just a big fucking idiot then, aren't I? >.<
[if only you could hear what i see | Saturday, September 7, 2002]
Sometimes this world is filled with so much loveliness, and it is so hard to grasp it all... sound a bit like American Beauty eh...? Instead of seeing things and believing things, is it possible to hear things and know that beauty also purely exists in sound... Sure, there are songs that are "pretty" and whatnot but there is also the music that exemplifies beauty and art in its purest form... maybe I am just being really tacky and cheesy now... obviously, one can probably tell that I saw a really good show last night, and am in love with music more than ever.... it's funny. I can't talk to people, but I can express so much in writing... why am I at the loss of words now?
There is something about a good melody.... perfection in simplicity, yet intricate in design and structure. No one probably has any idea what I'm rambling on about at this point, but it's all good.... I'm in my special little dreamworld right now where music continues to bloom eternally...... otherwise known as me spazzing out at my comouter while typing, so close to almost hurting myself....
03:04 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[hump that podium | Friday, September 6, 2002]
Today I was humiliated.... my history teacher was giving the spiel on how bad it is to procrastinate and do homework the morning it's due, at 3 AM in the morning... which is exactly what I had done today.... anyway, when he said that, stupid Patrick sitting next to me had to giggle, causing at least half the class to turn around and not look at him, but me!! Ahhh.... they all know I'm a slacker. Everyone. It's that bad!! All the funky people whom I thought would have never known all turned around, associating me as the clumsy fool who can never do her homework at a reasonable time of the day. It was embarrassing.... but all the same, I am proud of myself. It's not a feat anyone can accomplish. :)
Today was a really entertaining day of school nonetheless.... from fist fights to cancelled rallies to biology teachers to fetal positions, today had a little bit of everything for everyone... and it's not over yet! I'm going to an awesome show in an hour or two. Yes..... Fridays are my savior... like a rolling Jesus with wheels.... God bless.
05:52 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[The phrase of the day is... | Thursday, September 5, 2002]
...NIPPLE MOLE!!! This is how clever/immature my friends and I are....
(while throwing food) Me: You boob!
(throwing food back) Carlie: You tit!
(more food) Me: You piece of chest hair on a tit!
(still more food) Carlie: You nipple!
(here is the finale) Me: YOU NIPPLE MOLE!!!
(interruption) Laura: WHAT THE HELL IS A NIPPLE MOLE!?!
And at this exact moment, good old principal Berke comes strolling along.... saying something close to this: "Why, I wouldn't expect this coming from Yearbook students! I thought you would know better... you guys are juniors now, and you're acting like freshmen! Really, you guys need to shape up a bit and not throw food around and be better role models...." HA! Role model my ass. They dun make me no conflict manager for nothing!! >.< But really, I forgive the Berke.... even if she confuses me with every other Asian girl on this planet.... *sigh*. Yes, today was indeed an intriguing day at school.... and tomorrow will be picture-taking at the rally for Yearbook as well as good old Selfridge podium-humping.... ahhh... high school.... good times, hard times, eh?
08:54 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[communication talk | Wednesday, September 4, 2002]
Hot shizzam... who ever thought the Internet could be so exhausting? Online chatting is seriously crazy... I talked to at least 3 new people online today... how do these people find me? Oh yeah, there is that slight matter of me having my AIM name on this site.... heh. But yeah, everybody, talk to me... I love it. Don't be shy... I won't harrass you. I like the idea of talking to people on the Internet.. it's like this big massive conglomerative orgy of different peoples.... without bias. That's the beauty of it. No one can really judge you online cause no one knows who you really are. I suppose that's more of a good thing than bad.... but with online chatting, I suppose you lose a lot of intimacy. I prefer person to person talks the best, but phone conversations are still good as well. Doesn't it seem like you always have more to say, if you are farther away? That's the way I see it... you know what more people should start doing... everybody needs to start writing letters again. There is nothing more sincere than receiving mail. ...For today, I suppose my world is a happy one, and I change my mind.... I'm glad that there are real people in this world whom I can share it with.
Oh goodness, the new Juliana Theory is rocking so hard... I remember listening to Emotion is Dead a while back, and being surprised that I ever liked that CD that much in the first place... hee hee... Then I saw them last month, and they were extremely good and extremely worth that 1 1/2 year wait, since I had missed them at the 2001 Warped Tour. And now their new stuff is leaked and wow.... I like it a lot. Definitely a big change from their older stuff... but it rocks hard.... like rock hard abs... mwa haha...
I love it. Maybe I should start wearing my shirt. It's old school, fool. But today is Weezer Wednesday... everybody bust out the Weezer shirts! Today the revolution is on...
06:38 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho] [if you really love me]
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[a kiss in the shape of a bullet | Tuesday, September 3, 2002]
[i'm so happy cause today i found my friends... | Tuesday, September 3, 2002]
The only boys that exist to me are in my head. I really don't like anyone, but it's like I've gone back a step in time, and I feel like I should be madly in love with someone, even though I'm not. I'm someone else.... devoid of emotion, pain, and sadness.... how can I ever be emo if I don't learn how to love... haha. It's sort of sad... the only feeling I get is happiness, but it's almost too good to be real, sort of superficial. The best feeling is knowing that someone else in this world, whom you don't expect, cares about you... and that can sometimes make one big-headed. But sometimes I wish life wasn't as perfect as peach pie sometimes.... it almost makes it *gasp* boring...
I'm drifting away from those who care most... going back into my little hole, my retreat. Sometimes I don't think I even know certain people anymore... this in turn makes me feel frustrated... and gives me the vibrant sensation of starting over... turning a new leaf.
[your secret escape is the same as mine | Monday, September 2, 2002]
Degrassi: The Next Generation is the worst show on the best network of this planet. Ever. I can't believe my friends watch it, like some sort of guilty pleasure. I can't believe they make me watch it with them. By jove, I really can't believe that I even let myself give in to the woes of pre-pubescent middle schoolers. But alas, I do. 'Tis a shame, eh?
We bought a fish today. Well, half of one. My family and I got it at Chinatown, the rear end of this big nasty-looking catfish thing... the tail and stomach must've been like, a foot long. We didn't buy the head because there is no meat on the head. Anyway, the butcher brought it out on this slab in front of the store out on the streets of Stockton, and he raised his knife, and the crowd was all "OOH" and "AHH", and then he had to tell a lady to step back unless she wanted fish guts on her shirt. So here's everybody watching this guy as he gets ready to slaughter a fish for my dad, and... WHAP!! Down goes the knife and the fish starts spazzing out like crazy. So now there's this spastic fish, and he is spazzing more than ever, even though he is split in two. Everyone is saying that they will never eat fish again for the rest of their lives, while the head is violently opening its mouth open and shut. And the tail is still flapping about. It was so nasty.... but one of the coolest things I have ever seen. When we got the half fish back home, the tail was still moving. My dad says a half alive fish is just as good as a whole alive fish.
[a dead letter marked return to sender. | Sunday, September 1, 2002]
Yesterday was a very tiring day. I spent half the day in the car, driving to and from San Francisco and Santa Rosa. I went to the Charles M. Schulz museum, which was super cool, and also got a really spiffy hat at an uber-neat hat shop on Pier 39. Then I had to come back to Campbell and drive out to SF again to drop my sister off at the airport, who left for Taiwan for approximately two weeks. I had been out all day since 10 AM and finally got home at 2 in the morning. Damn, I am tired. Nonetheless, yesterday was fun, except for the fact that I want to kick fucking traffic in its face sometimes.... driving in SF does not look fun...
And know where I'm going today.... in less than 8 hours? Ha... San Francisco... again. Gah, I wanna live there so badly. SF... Glassjaw... butterscotch.... Jake Gyllenhaal... those are a few of my favorite things. :) And know something else...? I made both my parents cry today.
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