Holy crap. I went to bring up blogger so I can type in today's entry.. and suddenly I was in xanga's homepage. God damn it, it's subliminally impair me!

Holy crap #2. My hair is orange/blonde.. maybe a strawberry blonde (I think that's what they call it). I have a picture online.. but of course, i'm not going to post that shit up for the world to see. If you wanna see it, IM me.

Holy crap #3. I got an XBOX (or as Jenny would call it, a GameBoxStation). You guys are never gonna see me online anymore.

A bit of philosophical pondering, since it's Monday morning and I forgot to buy Redbull. Why is it that people are constantly in a perpetual state of unhappiness? Don't lie to yourself, everyone suffers from thoughts of "The grass is greener on the other side". Hey, I admit it, I do the same thing, though 98% of the time, i'm happy with my life.

I'm just on a quest to find out why. So WHY? What's so fuckin miserable about one's life that can make one feel down all the time? For real, there is no reason for complaints. You think you have it bad? What about the one legged woman in Africa that got banged so many times that she has to try to keep 5 children alive? I bet on your WORST day, her BEST day wouldn't even come close. Yea, that's right, your fuckin 20 cents a day isn't doin shit. Hell, you're not even sending 20 cents a day, you asshole.

And the stupid rich guy complains about not being smart, and the guy with straight A's complains that he has no life, and the guy surrounded by friends complains that he's lonely, and the guy with the perfect girl says their relationship doesn't feel right.

So stop thinkin about what you don't have, and start thinkin about what you do have (i'm talkin to myself too when I say this). If for some strange reason, you STILL think that your life sucks, and that quite possibly the woman in africa's life just might be better then yours, I have two things to say: 1) You're fuckin on a computer reading my BLOG, so there's no way that's possible. 2) At least you're not dead (There's only one argument against this... so let's not go into the whole suicide thing. Trust me, life is worth living). 3) There's no fuckin three, i said TWO things.

This is my reality. This is my reality check.
Any Questions?

Well, yesterday's even (see below) superceded everything else that I wanted to write about. So I guess today, you'll just get the ¿MyStiFieD? version of my weekend:

Friday: Nothing, Red Bull and Vodka.
Saturday: Das Magic, Stoopid, Soul Juice, Lemon Soul Juice, Get me a damn soda, Girls Girls Girls, and more Redbull and Vodka.
Sunday: Haircut, Eyebrows may be longer then my hair now. Proceeding to dye hair in outrageous colors so people won't notice how horrible the actual hair is.

And Tada! that's it.

So now, since i'm less then 75 hits away from 5000, I wonder who will be my 5000th? Hey, my 4000th hit got a free pair of jeans, lucky bastard.

On 5000th, take a screenshot or some shit, IM me, Email me, Call me, do whatever. You want rewards for being my adoring fan (along with the other 6.7), then you gotta hit me up.

That's why the IM Comment link is up now.

Haha, it is now official. I have two (count em, TWO) adoring fans. Yes, yes. This guy IMs me out of no where, and starts running through a list of compliments. He loves my blog but I was slightly scared that he was infatuated with me until he told me he wasn't gay. Thank god. The last thing I need is another guy hitting on me. Gay people love me for some strange reason. Am I gay? Do I act gay? I mean, geez, what part of "SHUT THE FUCK UP, FAGGOT" sounds gay?

Great, now all my gay readers are going to boycott my blog. There goes half my loyal fanbase. (for those of you that are really gay, i'm just joking, so please read my blog. For real, there's nothing wrong with being gay... just try not to look too obvious when you're undressing me with your eyes in public).

So yea, this dude thinks i'm some kind of guru. Shit, i always wanted to be a guru. I'm a fuckin GURU! EAT IT, LOSERS. But honestly, i'm not. And I know he's reading this, cuz I got him hooked.. i told you guys, i'm like a fuckin drug... once they had a taste, they just can't get enough of me.

But you must know i'm not the smartest or bestest or superstupendious mofo in the world.. I just like to think I have my head on straight (as i've been told), and know how to walk through this world without steppin in the doggie doo of life. If you want answers.. i'll try to give you some, but one day, i'll fuck it up, and you'll blame me for being wrong... so this is my disclaimer: I'm not perfect, I can only SUGGEST what I think would be right.

Thank you for feeding my ego though, now I have a reason to act like a dick in the next 24 hours. Then reality will kick in and I'll go on being my normal pathetic self.

Who wants to be my 5000th hit?

There should be a general contract for famous people:

There is only one clause I can think of.

1) Do NOT, in your first week of becoming famous, start bitching that you have no privacy in your life anymore. Does "BECOMING FAMOUS" not mean anything to you? Don't act like stardom was thrown on you, especially when you go on AMERICAN IDOL to compete and become famous.

If you don't know who i'm talkin about, then good, you shouldn't know. She doesn't deserve her fame if she's going to bitch about it already.

Kelly Clarkson, you actually make Britney Spears look GOOD.

Fuck... i wrote all this shit and it got erased.

That fuckin pisses me off. I'm so mad that I don't even know what to say.

I'll spare you from the venting, you don't care, and right now neither do I.

My entry was just about work, so now that fuckin internet explorer effed it up for me, you all will just have to deal with the ¿MyStiFieD? version:

I'm thing 1 from Dr. Seuss
They keep saying "Where did we get this guy from?" to me
I have way too much fun
My blog entries recently suck
I have too much fun.
Hanna has an obsession with UGLY things.
It's ok, ugly things (and people) need love too.

Ok, eff you Internet Explorer, eff you Bill Gates, and eff you all for not IMing me.
What? you think the comment button is there to look pretty?

Speaking of Bill Gates... last thing of note: If you type in "Go to Hell" (including quote marks) and click the 'i'm feeling lucky' button, you'll be in for a surprise.

Now say it one more time with me: "eff you Internet Explorer and eff you Bill Gates"

The Wall Street Journal, 9/25/2002: Falun Gong hacked into China's top satellite TV system to show protest videos during programs aimed at rural audiences. Beijing said that pirate broadcasts came from Taiwan.

hahahhahahahahhaaahahhahaahhaah

Left column of this page. Read it. Ok, so i'm highly contemplating Xanga, which i know will make me a hypocrite. But you know, comments are so interesting.

But instead of giving up and jumping on the bandwagon, I've decided to modify my blog to help facilitate my desires to be recognized. Look below. There's now a link to IM me after my signature and timestamp.

Been xangaing too much? Feel the urge to click "comment"? Go ahead, click it. =D

oh yea.. one more thing:

Which Firearm are you? brought to you byStan Ryker

THAT'S FUCKIN RIGHT, BITCH.

Interest in my car has been semi-resparked. Modified goals, but resparked none-the-less. Wanna hear? Sure you do!

-Get throttle body bored. (I have a spare TB, thanks Remedy from 2gnt, so i might as well use it)
-Injen Cold Air Extension with new air filter (don't hate.. i'm not turboing until at least next year... too financially unstable for the risks)
-Get shocks, brakes, brake lines, brake rotors, and tie bars installed on my car (springs will have to wait until co-op is over due to clearance issues)
-Decide if i should get new rims or fix up my old ones. (My calculations suggest that convenience vs pricing may end up about the same).
-Get Eclipse Turbo Wing or Wings West three-piece high wing.
-Short Shift and Shifter kit, plus new tranny fluid (because my car is begging for better shifting to compliment the excellent handling and braking powers).

And suddenly, i'm too tired to write anymore.

Chinese Zodiac:

Dog 1970, 1982, 1994:

Noble and true, the Dog will fight against all that is unjust. Dog people will make any sacrifice for the sake of another. Seeking comfort and understanding, they are endearing and lovable. The Dog is a ture friend, genuine listener, confidant, and the keeper of all secrets.

Woof woof, baby.

It's decided. I still hate clubbing.

Tonight was some huge clubbing event sponsored by the ASA. The special guest was Jin, the freestyle powerhouse that ran on BET's freestyle fridays for seven straight weeks earning him a spot in the hall of fame. He then signed with Rough Riders. Of course, since I have a few video clips of him rockin the mic, I had to check him out.

He didn't disappointed me one bit. I haven't decided if he's just a cocky person or if fame has gotten to his head. Both are acceptable, but I think the latter is a slightly more positive image.

Other then that, for those days that I haven't posted, I've just been chillin with some of the Drexel freshman, doin my part to make them feel welcome. The reason I haven't been posting is of course, my cable modem has been down. Sorry to all my adoring fans (all 6.1 of you) if you missed me.

Work is very taxing... waking up at 6 am, combined wiith my natural tendency to stay awake at night, I don't think i'm sleeping enough. For those who are waiting.. part 6 is coming. It's in my mind.. just not on paper yet.

Viva la PC Bang.

The follow is a flame directed at a particular person. If you feel that you aren't guilty of getting flamed by me, then don't read any further. But if you feel guilty for any particular reason, continue.

I'm assuming everyone is continuing, because it's natural instinct to think you did something wrong. No confidence in yourselves eh? The other reason is just pure curiousity for who the following person is that is getting yelled at.

You know, i won't say names, so only a select few will know who i'm talking about...

I'll write this like i'm talking to the person, cuz i guess it's the best way to get it off my chest:

I can't believe that you would lie to my face like that. I can't believe that you can tell me that you are sincere and truly are my friend, and want to chill with me only to turn around and not act the way you talk. And that's not the worse part. It's not like this was the first time or anything. This happens so much, that I can't believe I gave you the benefit of the doubt one more time.

Why do you insist so much on making plans with me only to cancel, forget, or make other plans on top of ours? You know how that makes me feel right? It makes me feel like you really don't give a shit, and you know what, even if you do, you sure aren't acting like it.

Don't worry, I don't hate you. Don't worry, i'm not mad at you. Those things are reserved for people I care about. And i'm sorry if that's a mean statement, but I'm treating you the way you're treating me. Everything you ever said, as far as i'm concerned has been a lie. WORDS DON'T MEAN ANYTHING TO ME, IT'S HOW YOU ACT THAT MATTERS. And you, unfortunately, act nothing like the way you talk.

So that's the last time I ever make plans with you. It's the last time I even talk to you as a friend. Sure, i might still talk to you, sure, i can even say i'm your friend, but in the end, that's not what i'm thinking, and that's not how i'm going to act. You did it to me, just letting you know how it feels.

So don't apologize to me, I won't accept it. Don't give me excuses, I won't care. Don't try to talk to me and tell me you have intentions for making up for what you did or do, it's just words.

The only way i'll ever respect you again, is when you can show me you truly care.

Have fun in life, cuz I know I will.

Holy crap.. my job is awesome. I shouldn't so hastily say that though, since i do remember saying that about my job last year at the United States Department of Health and Human Service.

But here are some of the great things, as always, shortened and ¿MyStiFieD?:
-Security is tighter at this company (which controls 1/8th of the country's power) then it was at HHS.
-For such a professional environment, the staff treats you like family.
-My supervisors geniunely care for me to have something to do and to learn something(i'm still deciding if they care if it's within my duties or not, i.e. making copies/coffee)
-So far, plenty of perks, including laser pens, water guns, and light up super-bouncy balls.
-1.7 GHZ P4 with win2k.
-Very lenient policy on punctuality.
-Very lenient rules on taking time off.
-Pays WEEKLY (booyaa!)
-Lots of other drexel Co-ops work there that I clicked with yesterday at orientation.

Some bad things that I'm wary about:
-Security is tighter at this company then it was at HHS.
-Phone line and network lines are down on my cubicle, with no assurance that it will be up by tomorrow.
-The fact that they can track wherever we go through our access/ID cards.
-I don't know if I can get AIM on my computer.
-The fact that I may actually be asked to preform a duty i'm not capable of in a short amount of time.
-The web admin person is out this whole week, leaving us oblivious to our duties for a while.
-The other people in charge of us seem oblivious to what we should be doing as well (though i appreciate their effort to make sure us interns are not forgotten).

So pros and cons are pretty equal.. .i'm leaning on the GOOD side though.

Let's hope i'm right.

6 am. I couldn't sleep all night. Half of it is because i'm nocturnal.. half of it is because of the excitement of not knowing what to expect at this new job.

I kinda feel like i'm going to fall over during work. Should be interesting.


There's just something inherently wrong about me in a shirt and tie.

Sigh.

Part Five of my story:
For those who haven't been reading, catch up by going here to the xanga archive.

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“Hello? You should say something if you call someone.” Her voice hinted of teasing.

I spoke before my mind could organize its thoughts, trying to buy some time, “Hi, do you remember me?”

She paused, waiting for more, “You’ll have to be more specific then that.”

“Oh yea,” I chuckled nervously. “I talked to you yesterday during lunchtime.”

“Oh,” she seemed far from enthusiastic, “how are you?”

“I’m fine.” I hesitated with the next part of the conversation, the part where I would ask her to go out with me so I could get to know her better. “I was just wondering if—“

She cut me off before I could finish, “Listen, I was in the middle of something when you called. If you want to talk more, meet me tomorrow for lunch, same time and same place as before. Gotta run, bye.”

With that, she hung up the phone. I wondered how busy a woman could be at night. Not being one, I could not fathom her current actions. Of course, negativity crept in and told me that she was just giving me the brush off because she did not want to talk to me anymore. But it could not have been true. After all, she did not pick the phone up the first time. That was a sure sign that she was busy, I kept saying to myself.

I spent the rest of the night and a good part of the next morning wondering if she would truly show. It felt as if I were in a masquerade. Every person looked like her. Those sitting would look up at me, and for a fleeting moment, I would be ecstatic that she showed, only to find out I was wrong. Every person who brushed by had her mask, her scent, and her special aura. My mind played tricks on me. Even if it were only for a brief moment with each passing body, it kept my hopes high knowing the next one might just be the real her.

Soon the bustle of lunch hour died down. The murmurs of those meeting to enjoy an hour with each other and talk about the previous day slowly faded with each passing minute. All of those around me had already packed up their things and moved on. I tapped my fingers nervously, keeping an eye on my watch. She would come. I had faith.

It was over an hour since the time I arrived. I still waited. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt and assume she was occupied with something urgent. The attendant cleaning off the table across from mine gave me a funny look, one that said I should leave soon before I was confronted and asked to leave.

I sighed, accepting defeat, knowing that staying any longer would feed to a lost cause.

Last weekend before work begins. I wonder if anything will matter after that. Knowing me, the more I try to forget simple things like fun and happiness, the more i want to initiate and do those things.

And then my car... of course, during school, no time to fix it up.. and now with work, definately no time to play with that as well.

I've nothing inspiring to say, sorry. I'm just numb, enjoying my last weekend, and getting mentally prepared for work.

Cashflow, here I come.

September 11, 2002. The one year anniversary of a tragedy that should not have happened. Today marks a day that was predicted last year to unite a nation and bring us together against our common enemies. Today marks the death of over 6000 individuals who did nothing more then go to their jobs like they did every day.

Someone asked me yesterday if I was fearful of September 11th and of what kind of attacks may happen on this one year anniversary. I'm not scared, there is nothing to be scared about. The U.S. is just waiting for a reason to kick everyone's ass in the middle east. Nobody is that dumb, not even fanatical terrorists.

But I do not want to write this blog today in tribute of those who died on September 11th in New York City at the Twin Towers. All of those victims, firemen, and other safety workers deserve to be remembered, but i'm sure the media has done a great job with that. I want to write this tribute to those who might just be haplessly lumped with those victims in new york: The victims of the planes, the victims in Washington DC, and the victims of the aftermath.

It is not that the media forgets those individuals, but the sake of simplicity does them no justice. How many times have you heard "All those who died on September 11th"? Now, how many times do you think "New York, Twin Towers"? Yesterday I was watdching a news tribute where they were talking about how the plane hit the second tower, and the realization that people in the towers were going to die hit them.

What about the people in the plane? They died INSTANTLY. They died helplessly knowing they were going to die. I'm sure the first plane that hit the towers was completely clueless. Maybe they had an inkling of an idea that something would happen, but they really didn't know what. But the second plane... i'm sure when they were circling in to hit, they knew they were aiming for that second tower... especially when they could all see the first tower engulfed in flames. How horrible is it to know you're going to die, and not have anyway of stoping it. It's shameful that the media treats the planes as if they were emtpy, with no souls that deserved such a fate.

Secondly, the victims of Washington, DC. They will be remembered, it is true, but only in DC, perhaps, only in the confines of the pentagon. Other then that, they are lumped as "victims of 9-11". It's not justifiable. They died thinking they were in the safest place in the world, the DEFENSE department of america. The HEADQUARTERS of the military. How can the survivors work their if they have to fear for their lives, knowing that even there, they are not completely safe?

Lastly, what about those victims of racial hate crimes simply because they look middle eastern? Sure, the government and the media did their best to let it be known to people that those in America should not be treated as terrorists, but how do you absorb that kind of information when the terrorists were living in america to plan all of that? Will those handful of victims be remembered? Or will they be left out the next generation of history books, so that our children will not learn how wrong it is to hate someone just because of the way they look?

Of course, there are those who will be remembered besides those in NYC. The victims and heroes of the plane who crashed themselves in order to keep the white house from getting hit will be dedicated everywhere. My only fear is that their tribute will be shadowed by the efforts to remember the victims of the twin towers.

I'd like to take this moment to point all of my faithful readers to my post on September 11, 2001. I think I summed up how I felt pretty much last year. As I am numb to all the exposure of 9-11 (since i worked in DC at the time), i won't make anymore tributes. The media and everyone else is already doing their part. I just want to make sure the other victims of the event will be remember.

Let America be as one, so that our past will lead us to the future.

I'm not meant to have nice things. Seriously i'm not. I just fell and busted up my knees after leaving Hanna's house. Too dark... classic case of not paying attention. I tripped on something, i don't even know what, didn't really bother to look after the fact. It caught me by such surprise that I didn't even get my hands up fast enough to block my face. Luckily though, the bag of blockbuster video tapes I was holding somehow landed exactly where my face would have hit the rubbled sidewalk. I hit it hard... so hard that the bag the tapes were in ended up being completely destroyed and flayed up. I think i blacked out for a second as well... not sure, but when my head hit the tapes, all i saw was bright white before the world returned dark. I got up and my glasses were completely bent out of shape.

I shudder to think what would have happened if I wasn't carrying a bag. So instead of possibly losing teeth, being blinded by my shattered glasses, and being scarred facially for life... i end up ruining my brand new pair of jeans and getting a scraped knee.

I guess it's a good trade off when i put it that way.

And hanna, don't feel bad or anything. It's not your fault you didn't LEAVE A LIGHT ON or MAKE SURE I WAS IN MY CAR before going upstairs. No, but seriously, it's not your fault, just teasing you. It's just carelessness mixed in with being too dark. =)

Spider Senses so not tingling.

Back in Jersey. As a person who hardly watches TV (hell, i only turn on the TV to watch pokemon and yugioh!), it was pretty surprised when i discovered THIRTY more channels here at home. We now have comedy central, cartoon network, animal planet, mtv2, and all those other stations that we always used to bitch about not having when we actually had TIME TO WATCH TV (you know, highschool).

And luckily, me with no car, i get to sit home alllllll day and watch glorious TV.

Eesh, kill me already.

I didn't think about the following last night because I was rather pissed off about it (you'll understand why in a minute), but now that it's over and I've slept, the humor of it all hit me:

Imagine waking up at 6 am. The sun is coming up and you'll still halfway in a drunken stupor. You have no idea where you are or how you got there. You soon realize that your pillow is the seat of a toilet, followed by the realization that you're in a bathroom in a house full of guys you don't know. The last thing you remember is your friends shouting to you through the locked bathroom door saying that they're leaving. You get up, clean yourself up, clean the bathroom up from any messes you made and open the door to the bathroom. You peek around, hoping nobody is awake to see you in such an embarrassing position and quickly sneak out the front door.

Well, if you can't imagine that, i'm sure the GIRL WHO WAS DRUNK IN MY BATHROOM last night can. Pissed me off too, cuz I wanted to brush my teeth n shit, but since I didn't know who it was, I didn't want to knock and put both of us in an uncomfortable position.

"Yea, i slept over... in their bathroom."

Not having my car is really making me appreciate it more and more. I hate relying on other people. It's just not my style.

I'm stuck on some feelings right now. I don't want to elaborate because it may lead to unnecessary talk and other bs. I'm trying to decide if i'm just feeding off of my desire to want something I can't have or if i'm geniunely after it. Or maybe i'm just letting curiousity get the best of me, and I just want to know what the consequences of my actions will be.

Next week, work will start. I'm excited, but at the same time, I dread the monotony of the corporate world. This dread is mostly fueled by memories of last year's Co-op. I keep trying to reassure myself that last year was just a unique bad experience, but you know, i'm the kind of person who needs to have a dynamic environment that's always changing, because I, personally, am always changing. With that said, maybe I WILL change to Xanga.

Don't hold your breath though.

Here is part four of my story:

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I clenched the phone in my hand and felt the sweat building up around my ear, lubricating the inside of the earpiece with its liquid fear. The ringing of the dial tone provided realistic background music for the flashback of my day. It was a highly stressful and with a large helping of nerve racking internal conflict in my mind and a side of doubt and negativity thrown in.

During the day, I do not even remember what I did. It was just a simple day, running monotonous errands just like the current monotonous buzzing in my right ear. My body during that time was just a programmable shell that did the necessary objectives in order for a human being to survive in the world. My mind had wandered off to what I would be doing that night.

I questioned my decisions and my actions. In my mind, I imagined how the conversation would go. I rewound, fast forwarded, and edited line after line, word after word until I felt that I had it just right, though my brain would hesitate and tell me it would not work, and forced me to do it again.

Now, in front of the phone, I was already mentally exhausted from talking to her so many times already, though no conversation had actually happened. My hand shook on its own as I tried to dial her phone number. My eyes darted back and forth, triple checking the numbers she had written down while I meticulously pushed in the numbers on the phone pad.

The buttons chimed their responses, and soon, the phone began to ring. With the first ring, my hesitation was soon masked by the adrenaline of the moment. Fight or flee, nature’s predetermined instincts forced me to choose. I chose to fight, and I stayed to meet my destiny.

On the second ring, my confidence held. I would not fail my objective this day. Though on the third, negativity pushed its way into my mind. Even the excitement of the moment of hand could not keep it away. On the fourth I froze, feelings of doubt mixed with thoughts of her not being home won. With a click of the phone, I fell onto my bed, defeated.

Four rings, I usually stopped at four. Four being the typical number of rings before an answering machine automated a response. It was an illusion of a real person and always fooled me into believing a real person had answered. I did not need that false hope with her.

I picked the phone back up. I would not be defeated tonight. My fingers began pressing the phone pad without hesitation. The phone began to ring. I took a deep breath.

Before the first ring even finished, a voice answered chimed in its welcome.

“Hello?”

My mind blanked out.

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For those of you who haven't been keeping up and would like to read the rest of the story without having to search through my archives, i've conveniently posted up all four parts on my brand spankin new XANGA site. *GASP*. Don't ask me if i'm switching over, i don't know yet. I don't really like the way Xanga is set up.
See all parts of the Story here

WTF.. i've become a mad insomniac... only slept 4 hours the night before, and i can't seem to fall asleep tonight (well, today). My only comfort is that I took a 2 hour nap earlier this afternoon.. er.. yesterday afternoon. Holy crap, it's so hard to differentiate days when you haven't slept.

I can't figure out why I can't sleep though. Has there been too many things on my mind? No, not that I can think of. I'm not stressed out either, and definately not psycho-manic or bi-polar... i hope. The only other thing I can think of is my allergy medicine that i've been taking. It's the 12 hour version of clariton. I'm usually on the 24 hour one, but my mom had some extra 12 hour pills, and my face felt like an anvil with lots of feathers was pressed against it so i said fuck it and took one. Plus, the clariton website said the 12 hour version did the same shit as the 24 hour one. Been taking them for the past two... well, three days now and ever since then, i haven't been able to sleep. I do vaguely remember seeing the side affects of Clariton to be awakedness or some shit, but the 24 hour pill never did this to me.

Wow, i'm tired but i'm not. I want to sleep but I can't. Brain is numb but mentally remembering Clariton 12 hour pills for those all nighters when i pretend to study for finals.

Carless. Yup, it's seeing the nice big car doctor of Kerbeck Mitsubishi and it's getting it's 60,000 mile physical checkup. Unfortunately, this is where the analogy stops since a car can replace its parts and real people can't. Unless you wanna go into cybernetics, but I don't want to explore the geekology of all that shit.

Like i've said before when I was carless for a while, this is the time to seperate the people who you can really count on from the ones who just chill with you because you have a ride.

I was in the viscinity of Stoopid once again, so I figure I should write about it. Seems like my experiences in k-town are always amusing and memorable. Silly silly koreans. Anyway, I was chillin with my buddy Hanna and her bro Esther. We ended up meeting a bunch of Hanna's friends and went to lunch. Then we hit up the PC Bang(!) and played counterstrike for an hour and a half. They're mad chill, they don't seem as shady as other koreans I've met. I'd be happy if one day i'm accepted openly in their presence.

I miss being korean. Haha, i'm not going to explain that one.

Back in jersey. For my one year anniversary present, my car decided to give me a flat tire on the middle of the highway in the midst of drizzling rain. 8/31. Same day I bought the car.

On another note, my Mom is the only person cute enough to buy perfume for the bathroom. Why? Because it says Eau de Toilette. It HAS to be for the toilet then!

And on a third note, for all you ghetto-riffic girlies who like to call their boyfriends their "boo".... if you're going to use the word, can you at least spell it right? It's B-E-A-U. It's literally meaning is, well, the boyfriend of a woman or girl. So all your baby boos should be all your baby BEAUX. That's right, it uses an 'X' at the end of a plural.

Holy shit, did we all learn something new today?