Dear God: I suck.

So the doorbell rings this morning, god knows how early, probably like 12:30 pm or something. My head pops off the pillow and I think to myself, am I expecting a package? I couldn't think of anything, so I fall back asleep without getting the door. Of course, at 5 pm when I'm waking up, I realized that I was indeed waking for a package.

Walking out to my living room, I cringe as I open the door and see the yellow UPS "we missed you" slip stuck to the door. Package from: MTV-shop. It was my Halo 2 game. Damn it. I missed getting Halo 2 and playing it with everyone else. I hope you're all enjoying Halo 2.

It's been kind of weird lately, I've been put into situations with people who don't speak chinese and having to speak the language to them. I really suck at it too. Well, not that I suck at it, but to me, chinese and english are two seperate languages. I can't translate. I speak one, it flows off the tongue, you ask me what I said, and I literally won't know. I mean, I know what it means in my head, but I can't put it into words in the other language.

Take for example, a sentence like: So I stabbed her in the chest and me and the hot girl lived happily ever after.

I mean, I could probably say that in chinese, but I couldn't translate it to english if someone asked me to. Hell, i can't even translate it to chinese right now, even though when I stabbed that girl, I said it perfectly fine to my new accomplice.

Shit. I think I said too much.

In any language.