I ordered my BioPsych textbook from amazon.com, and when it came in the mail it said that the sender was someone named Steph from Fremont. Weird huh?

I received some of my teaching materials for my summer job today in the mail. I now have a number of children's books sitting on my desk. I have Dr.Seuss's "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish," "Curious George Visits the Zoo," "There's a Nightmare in My Closet," and "Harold and the Purple Crayon." These books are amazing. Better than anything I'm reading right now in my classes. I feel so grownup.

I also found out that the mini-course I'm teaching is archery. Wtheck. I know nothing, absolutely nothing, about archery. I definitely didn't put it down as one of the mini courses I wanted to teach, but it should be fun. I guess I'll just make sure no one's poking anyone else's eye out. That might reflect badly on me. Oh and it wouldn't be good for the injured kid either.

The readings for my Romantic Poetry class are really not that interesting. Poetry is extremely hard to understand. It's a good thing the class itself is EXCELLENT. The professor is so enthusiastic and engaging. He makes the material interesting and accessible. I seriously love how much he gets into the reading. It's great.

This is a pretty boring entry. Sorry. I guess I'm just an uninteresting person. Why are you friends with me? J/k, don't leave. I need friends.

Speaking of friends I realized that I have certain friends who I haven't known for a very long time but who have become pretty good friends of mine. And for lack of something more profound to say, that makes me very happy.

This entry was seriously retarded. The previous paragraph officially sealed the lameness of it. Whenever I say anything remotely sweet or sappy I feel like I have to justify myself and defend myself. Kind of like I just did by calling myself lame. I dont know why I do that. What if I want to be sappy sometimes? I should just tell other people to deal with it. Actually I dont think anyone else cares. I think I care. I'm a tough cookie, not soft. Crunchy, not chewy. Roar. Yeah I really don't like people knowing I have feelings or gross stuff like that.

[]Deace out homefries

Eff. I have no idea where my head is these days. My study habits are terrible; I'm acting as if I don't take school seriously, which I do. But I'm really not focusing. My usual excellent time management skills have disintegrated. And I know a lot of people are probably thinking that I'm exaggerating and that terrible study habits means I'm not overachieving or doing things early. BUT YOU'RE WRONG. ALL OF YOU. I actually often times find myself slightly worried about finishing my work. I usually never have a problem with finishing. It's usually a problem of not spending enough time studying (but we all know there's always room for more studying so that never bothered me too much). For instance, tonight, I look at my schedule and realize that I had much more reading than I had thought and I have to write an in depth analysis of a poem I haven't read. Please feel free to stop reading my blog at this point and close the window. I'm really not doing much else except bitching. But it makes me feel good to berate myself and get this out. Anyways. I guess I go to class well prepared to discuss things. But I have stuff like my curriculum (for my summer job) that I have to work on because I have a deadline coming, and I've been majorly neglecting Rotaract. I have so many great ideas but nothing is going to happen unless I do something about it. This paragraph is long. But I'm not gonig to break it up because no one is supposed to still be reading at this point. And I hope that by making a huge paragraph, anyone who is still reading will be deterred from reading further. In fact, I'm going to make this entire entry one huge paragraph. I've decided that now. So Rotaract is not going the way I hoped. (I had a paragraph break here before but I took out just like I said I would. I'm a person of my word). I have better things to talk about than bitching about my terrible work ethic. Things like my retreat this past weekend with Haverford, Bryn Mawr, and Swat IV at the Blue Church, which totally exceeded my expectations. The topic was about sex, and our speaker was extremely intelligent, articulate, and engaging. Well, one would hope for all those things in a speaker. I have much to share about how I was enlightened, but I'm so caught up in not being productive with my time that I haven't had time to reflect. (previous paragraph break here too)I think I'm only starting to realize that my semester is going to be extremely busy, and if I want to make it through with an ounce of sanity then I need to buckle down like right now. (once again another paragraph break that I took out).My head is in the freaking clouds. It's like detached from my neck and floating high above me on fluffy bunny-shaped clouds. That's exactly where it shouldn't be. (paragraph break). And I know that I tell everone dont stress, dont worry, trust God, things are going to be fine. And I know things will be fine. I really do. But my worry isn't so much for the future as for th immediate present. And by immediate present I dont mean the next week. I mean like tonight or tomorrow morning. Like right now. I'm afraid that my performance in my classes will be weak this semester. Actually am I? I dunno. Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm just caught up in this entry and felt like that was an appropriate thing to say but I don't actually feel it. (paragraph break here. dang what sucker is still reading this sad excuse for an entry?) And I'm having issues with sin and purity blah blah blah. I actually started writing an entry on that but I didn't finish and it's saved on my computer. I'm wrestling with a lot of things in my faith right now. And I think it's all hitting me at once because I'm preparing to get baptized this semester. So I'm talking with my pastor, he gave me stuff to read, I have sessions where I discuss it with him, etc. And of course I have to prepare myself mentally so I'm doing a lot of thinking. So much is running through my mind. And sometimes I just want to talk about it with someone. But I'll be honest, I dont like talking about myself a lot. Like if someone asks me about something in my life, I'll talk about it extensively because why skimp on the details? So I guess it seems like I like talking about myself a lot. Most of the time I'll start talking about myself, and then realize how much I'm talking about myself and then I'll get really disgusted. And I'll stop. And everyone has shit to deal with. Why do I wan to burden them with my crap? Yeah I know friends are there for me, but still. Sometimes I don't want to talk to people and I want to work it out on my own. And why the eff am I still writing this entry when I have hella hw and it's 11:30pm. I originally wrote "fuck" instead of "eff," but after I typed it, I felt so wrong. So I erased it. You didn't need to know that. Well you shouldn't still be reading this entry anyways. (paragraph break)And there are other things running through my mind. This entry is becoming emo. I think I'm going to throw up in my mouth a little bit after writing this entry because it's a pretty damn annoying entry. Everyone has shit to deal with. Most people have more shit than I do. I'm a pretty damn fortunate girl. I'm blessed. And I'm ungrateful. I'm a pretty ungrateful daughter too. I get short with my parents a lot. I'm never gonna have kids if they're just gonna turn out like me and lash out at their parents. I didn't intend for this entry to be this long. But that's typical; i never intend for long entries to be long. I need to suck it up. It'd be really great if someone could just tell me to get over myself and deal with it. There are far worse things that could happen. And I dont want someone to tell me that because I said "tell me this." I want someone to sincerely tell me I'm full of shit. (Damn I can't beleive I'm writing in one whole paragraph. I can't beleive im still writing). I need God so badly in my life right now. So badly. I feel like I'm hungry for so much. And I'm not just saying that I need God in times of distress and I'll cast Him aside when I get over this phase. I mean I really need Him. And I need to fork my life over and stop being prideful and boastful and thinking that I can do it all on my own. I'm not satisfied. And I won't find satisfaction in anything here. And I know where it has to come from but I don't think I'm sincerely seeking it. I pray for it. I think it. I say I want it. But do I really? What am I actively doing to go for it? I hope people don't think this entry was meant to draw sympathy and pity. That's not why I wrote it. I really wrote this for myself because I just need to write. Blog. Journal. I don't want pity. The stuff I have going on is totally handleable, dealable; those defintitely aren't words. I feel better now. Slightly. Why did I waste my time with this entry? See what I mean by I'm not focusing? Case in point: this entry.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to marry the professor of my East Asian Studies seminar class. He's a sexy man from the Netherlands, 'nough said.

I need to focus.

When I finished class at 4:00pm I went to Numa's room and sat around. Then I walked across the hall and sat around in Jessie's room. Then I went to dinner. Then I went to Paul's room and sat around. Then I met up with GCC family group kids to eat ice cream and sit around Jenn's room.

What's wrong with me. I'm going to flunk out of school.

J/k, I won't. But I do need to stop wasting time. Which is why I'm blogging now. Obviously.

Waking up at 7am is really hard. But it's a good thing I did; I needed the quiet time. I love this song; it moved me to tears:


-You Are My King (Amazing Love)-

I’m forgiven because You were forsaken
I’m accepted, You were condemned
I’m alive and well, Your Spirit is within me
Because You died and rose again

Amazing love, how can it be
That You, my King, would die for me?
Amazing love, I know it’s true
It’s my joy to honor You
In all I do, To honor You

You are my King
You are my King
Jesus, You are my King
You are my King

I'm back at Haverford after a four day stay with Tim at Amherst. My visit can be summed up with one picture:



I joke. We did more than just play Scrabble.

We also watched Arrested Development. I've been sucked in. I know, I'm terrible. I can't help myself. That show is so hilarious though, and I love how you can always quote it in any situation. Goodness, I've only watched about six episodes; what's going to happen when I get through one season. I'll never shut up about it.

So my four days was filled with more than just Scrabble and Arrested Development, but I don't want to bore anyone with details. I had an excellent time though. The house Tim and his friends are living in is freaking awesome. I definitely lived nicely for four days. Heated bathroom tiles are one of those things that sound ridiculously frivoulous and unnecessary but once you've tried it, you know your future house HAS to have it. As well as having four shower heads in one shower. Simply amazing. I had really great food and company, so all in all I can say I was very well taken care of.

And now back to the grind of school. Curses.

Before I left Cali I was so ready to go back to school and get on a schedule. Winter break was dragging on forever and my days were steadily becoming more unproductive. Plus I could tell that my tolerance for my parents' parenting was slowly waning. That sounds terrible, but I don't mean it in a bad way. I know they mean well, and I love them but if I stayed any longer than a month I would've blown a fuse. But now that school's starting tomorrow I realize that I'm not ready to start studying. I think that before when I wanted to start school, I just really wanted to leave California and go back to the East Coast. Heh, I never thought I'd say that. I guess I like this place more than I let on. Visiting friends from back home on this coast also makes me appreciate it here more. I don't know what it is. I think I take it for granted a lot, that I made the decision to come here and do something different that I wanted to do. It's too easy for me to bury myself in my work and just do the "college thing," but when I visit friends from home or when they visit me I realize where I am. This might only make sense to me. It's ok. Bottom line: I came here because I wanted a whole new experience and I guess it's taken me over a year to fully appreciate living on the East Coast.

Anyways, it's good to be back. I'm going to watch Arrested Development now.

Sadistic PD You scored 70% on Openness, 80% onConscientiousness, 80% on Extraversion, and 30% on Agreeableness.

Your score places you closest to Sadistic Personality Disorder, a disorder marked by aggressive and cruel behavior. Individuals with this disorder often take pleasure in the suffering of other people or animals, use fear to manipulate others, and may use physical violence or cruelty to establish dominance in a relationship. They tend to place restrictions on the freedom and movements of those they are close to (for instance family members) and are often fascinated by torture, violence, weapons, and so on. Sadistic Personality Disorder is not officially listed as a disorder, but is instead the subject of clinical research and may be included as a disorder in the next edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. Did you like this test? Please take a second to rate it. Thanks!

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 60% on Open You scored higher than 92% on Conscientious You scored higher than 90% on Extraverted You scored higher than 11% on Agreeable

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I'm booooooooooooooooored. lalalalalalalala. I guess I should sleep, but I feel so restless. OMG LET'S LOOK AT OLD HIGH SCHOOL PICTURES! Doesn't that sound like OMG so fuuuuuuuun?!?!

But before we do that, let me say that I ate a whole pineapple almost completely by myself in three days. Oh, now that I've typed it out it doesn't seem like such a big accomplishment. Damn, it sounded so glorious in my head.

A bathrobe is so warm. It's warmer than wearing three sweatshirts. I don't know what it is, but there's something about it that's just so insulating. I feel like I'm sitting in a cloud. Not that I've ever done it. But if I did, it would feel like this. What's this you might ask? Get a bathrobe and find out! It's AMAZING! This wonderful bathrobe keeps my legs warm too. And if I set cross-legged I can bury my feet in the robe and then my toes will stay warm. I love it. Love it love it love it. And you can't make me stop loving it. Because I feel pretty! Oh so pretty! hahahahahahahhahahahahahah.

Ok. picture!



Guess how old I am in this picture. Really freaking young. I look so scrawny. I won't keep you waiting in suspense any longer. I am 14 years old. If you thought I was seven, I hate you forever and will come after you with a machete. hahahahaha j/k. I look 14 now. This picture was taken at Interact's Elegant Affaire my freshman year. ACK FRESHMAN YEAR. WHAAAAAT!? Yes sir/ma'am. Freshman year. I remember this night so clearly. Hey on this night, I got the phone number of this 17 yr. old junior from Newark Memorial high school. Wtf right? CRADLE ROBBER. And guess what? I called it too. What does that make me? Grave robber? Iono. Maybe I was desperate. Maybe I was CRAVING ATTENTION. Actually as fun as it would be to say that, if I rememeber correctly, which I do because I'm never ever ever wrong, I was oblivious to everything at that age. I had no idea what went on around me. I didn't pay attention to my actions, and I didn't think twice about what I said and how I acted. But anyways, I never asked for the phone number. His friend gave it to me right before I left.

Dude this is cool. I like digging up old memories. Let's do another one!



Awwwwwwwwwwww. This is beach cleanup where JP, Michelle, and I met Laura and Sophia. That was the end of our sophomore year, so that makes it about four years ago that we met them. Wowowowowowowowow four years. Let's look at a now picture of us four:



Michelle is missing from the picture but you get the idea. Everyone looks so cute. I look like I have no hair. Mental note to self: Don't pull hair back in ponytail for a picture. I guess that's more of a blog note than a mental note. This is craaaaazy. I can remember the day of the beach cleanup so clearly. Yet, that was four years ago. Four years passes by quickly. This means in four years I'll be 23. HOW DISGUSTING. Then four years after that I'll be 27. And four years after that I'll be 31. DUDE. I have to find my husband now! Well not now this very second cuz I'm wearing pajama pants, no shirt, and a bathrobe. But maybe when I'm more decently dressed I'll go husband hunting.

NEXT PICTURE!



My memory sucks. I don't remember what year this was. Either sophomore or junior. HAHAHAHA SLAVA'S HAIR LOOK SO CRAZY.

My energy died. Time for bed.

Actually wait one more.



This is me and Ash sophomore year. We used to do this all the time. No idea why. But I remember Douggie took this picture. AW DOUUUUUUGGGGG. WHERE ARE YOU?! Freaking A why do I look like I could be broken in half. I was actually quite tough. RAAWEEOOOUURRRORGARGFARGERKALARG. Yes. Fear me.

TIME FOR BED! FERREAL MY NIGGS. hahaha j/k. I don't talk like that. Omg don't shoot.

Do I want to be academically challenged while studying abroad or do I want to just screw school and spend all my time traveling?

Do I want to explore a new approach to academic excellence and study hard in a new and exciting environment, or do I want to go at the cultural experience full throttle? School, what's school?

If I decide to forgo academic learning while abroad, I'm basically wasting $32,000 of tuition.

But if I pick an academically challenging program then I'll spend all my time studying and miss out on a lot of travel and cultural experiences.

Decisions decisions.

Everyone’s been reflecting on 2006, and I guess I should do the same thing but I don’t really have much to say. Plenty of stuff happened; I guess I just don’t want to recap all of it. Here’s an easy way out of it:

A year in review...
Find the first entry for each month of 2006, and post the first sentence of it in your journal.

January: [I did this survey]

February: Dissatisfied with so many things right now [this was a “let go and let God” entry]

March: The love of my freaking life....[picture of DC in Chicago]… I miss it =/. I need a new love affaire.

April: Housing makes me stressed out. And grumpy. Je le deteste.

May: OMG WTF I THINK I HAVE PINK-EYE

June: I'm in Shanghai now and basically on my own here in the city. It's nice having this independence...wandering around by myself during the day and eating and partying with my friends at night.

July: How do I love DC+2? Oh let me count the ways...[picture post from when we watched Superman at the drive-in theatre]

August: My mom's not the most encouraging or uplifting person in the world. Every day at almost every chance she gets, she reminds me of how fat I've gotten.

September: Ok, I officially suck at doing surveys. [wtf this entry was so pointless]

October: I'm starting research for my 20 pg. paper.

November: I miss these kids...[picture post of last year’s seniors]

December: I just pulled an all-nighter. And now I'm gonna go into Philly to catch a bus for D.C.

I was eating lunch with HOC kids after church on Sunday when Daniel randomly mentioned that our entire home group was present at the table. And he said that summer seemed so long ago. And that made me think how six months ago I was in such a different place than I’m in now. At the start of home group, I had just joined the HOC college group and I didn’t know anyone. Fast forward six months later, and I’ve become friends with all of them and just feel really comfortable and integrated into their little group. I realize that I haven’t known them that long…only since this summer, but it feels like so much longer. So while summer wasn’t actually very long ago, compared to where I was before the summer and where I am now, it feels like ages should’ve passed. Dang, home group was forever ago. Meeting these kids tops my list of great things that happened this past year.

Time passes by so quickly…what a cliché statement but how true it is. I hung out with Egg nog before she left for school; it was the first time I saw her since graduation but I swear it was like we hadn’t seen each other for only a month. I went to visit WHS with Sarmad yesterday. We dropped in on Mr.Ho’s class, and he introduced us as his students from five years ago. Immediately, Sarmad and I started protesting, saying we weren’t that old. But then we realized that he was right. We had Mr.Ho when we were sophomores in high school. Dang. Five years.

I hate talking about how time passes by quickly. It’s what old people do. All the freaking time. And talking/thinking about it only reminds me of the fact that I’m getting older. Oh gosh, someone shoot me; I sound like I’m eighty.

So moving on. I’ve gained quite a few friends this year, but I’ve also lost some friends. Well lost has a negative connotation to it. More like lost touch with. I guess that stuff is inevitable though. It happens. I never really had a constant group of friends throughout high school. I just floated around from group to group. And now in college I do the same thing. I admit I kinda hoped that in college I’d have a group of friends that I did everything with. Yeah I would hang out with other people, but there would always be that constant group to go out with, go to school functions, celebrate birthdays, blah blah blah. But I don’t have a group and I don’t think I ever will either. And like high school sometimes I wish I did. I feel left out sometimes because I just jump from group to group and my good friends are kinda scattered. But also like high school I’m starting to be okay with it. Maybe I’m not meant to be tied down. I talk about losing touch with high school friends, but for some odd reason I feel closer than ever to my friends. And this might be harsh, but maybe it’s just that I grew closer to the friends that matter.

2006 was a good year. Nothing terrible happened to me; I have much to be thankful for. A really good thing I had going ended, and that was tough for awhile but everything happens for a reason. I dealt with it, refocused, reprioritized, and came out better for it. My faith grew by leaps and bounds, but I still have more leaps and bounds to make. One thing that’s bugging me now is that I seem to be very “on-task” with my faith when I’m at school but when I came home for winter break I “lost it.” Interestingly enough, this summer really helped me refocus and that energy kept me going for the entire semester. But now it’s just died…? It looks like I’m going to need to challenge myself in new ways this coming year. Or rather, let myself be open to God’s challenges for me.

I struggled a lot with something second semester of freshman year, and it’s under control now but it definitely had the potential to get really out of control. At the stage it was at it was already having bad effects, but thankfully it never got extreme. Sometimes I wish it did, and even now I often find myself wishing for it and I come close to putting myself in that situation again. Sorry for the ambiguity, but I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it yet. I guess I’m not completely over it, and I don’t think I ever will be. I think it’s something that’ll stick with me forever. I guess if you don’t know what I’m talking about “forever” sounds a bit dramatic. But I know that it’s something that will always be on my mind. And what partly makes me think that it’ll never leave is that I kind of don’t want it to. As bad as it was, I try to reason out that it was good for me. My logical brain tells me that it obviously was not a good thing, but everything I want to believe suggests that maybe it wasn’t so bad. Which is why I don’t really want to fix it. Even now when I’m not in that situation anymore I keep thinking about going back to it. So it’s something that I’ll always carry with me, but it shouldn’t be a problem as long as I keep it in check. But I guess the problem is that I don’t know if I want to keep it in check or not. And I know that I don’t go through anything alone. God is always there and I’m being retarded if I think that my problems are too small for him, but I don’t know if I want God’s help on this…? Yeah that’s a pretty immature, stubborn statement. But like I said before, I don’t know if I want this fixed. I kinda just want to bear it.

School treated me pretty well. Not a lot of people know this, but I was thinking of transferring out of Haverford to UCLA during my second semester. Obviously I didn’t do it, but I was seriously considering it. Not because I wasn’t enjoying myself but because I didn’t think that the amount of debt I accruing was worth it. I’m paying for my tuition on all my own, and even though I have a grant from Haverford, I’m still taking out a hell of a lot of loans and the way I figured it, UCLA is a great school, and it won’t plunge me into so much debt. Basically, bang for my buck. But my experience this summer changed my mind. My trip to China reminded me of why I chose a small, private liberal arts college. And talking to my peers and my old teachers about my college experience reminded me that so much of my unique experience comes from not being at a California public school. It comes from being on the East Coast, at this tiny college no one here has heard of. And I like it that way.

My freshman year I heard a lot of talk about sophomore slump. I’m quite happy to say I don’t feel slumpy at all. I’m much more tied up in my school work, and living in the 800 apartments is tough sometimes, but I’m just going with the flow and things are working out well. I miss the seniors a lot; a lot of times I wish I could go into their lime green apartment and plop myself on their futon. I was reading an entry I wrote last year, and in it I worried that hanging out with the seniors was a tradeoff for hanging out with my friends my year and I could only wait until next year to see if I made the right choice. Well, it’s next year, and I can safely say I have no regrets. I seriously had an awesome freshman year, a very unique experience compared to a lot of friends my year, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I did give up a few things; like I said earlier I don’t really have a tight-knit group of friends. I have scattered good friends and I don’t really belong in a group. So I feel left out sometimes, but I’m dealing…just like I did in high school. And it’s not so bad.

In September 2003 I made 41 posts. I’m reading over my posts right now. They make me cringe. Someone should’ve told me to shut up and get a life. It makes me sad to think I used to blog like that. Man, I sounded like a ditz. I’m sure I still do sometimes but reading those entries is seriously really painful.

I’m bored with this entry now. Ha, so much for doing the survey as an easy way out. I guess I just can’t resist talking about myself. I’m surprised I made this post in the middle of the afternoon. I usually only get thoughtful around 2am.

So, new year, new blog look. I’m thinking of completely getting rid of this journal and starting up a new one. We’ll see.

I'm making a random-ass post. This monitor is too far from my face.

I watched seven episodes of Prison Break today. Crack cocaine dude. Once you take one hit you can't stop. But now I'm all caught up. Oh goody.

I'm waking up at 8am to play tennis.

I think I can only make blog posts at random times late at night/early in the morning. Nothing very profound in this post. I think I can only do those about once every two weeks. I feel quite content right now though. Like a semi-big burden has been lifted off my chest.

I just finished watching Blow. Good movie. It's about cocaine.

You know, I'm a very neurotic person. It kinda freaks me out sometime. For instance, when I drink pearl milk tea, I have to drink the tea and the pearls in equal amounts so that by the time I finish the drink I'm not left with all milk and no pearls or all pearls and no milk. I'm very picky about that. Another example is when I write my Chinese flashcards I have to lay out all the flashcards from previous chapters and all of my different colored pens so that I can make sure that the colors I pick for the next chapter don't duplicate any previous color combinations. After the first five chapters I noticed that I used green hella more times than other colors, and I spazzed out. Now I make sure I use all the colors evenly. WTF IS WRONG WITH ME. I don't like being neurotic. It takes time and energy. IT'S NOT EFFICIENT (shut up Tim). But seriously I don't enjoy it. But I feel really uncomfortable if I don't do it.

I started playing spider solitaire again. Dammit. I need to read more and play less shit like text twist and spider solitaire. Yes, it's shit. All of it. But it's addicting shit. You know what else is addicitng? Saying dammit and shit. I say those words all the time. Maybe I should stop. BUT IT FEELS SO GOOD. Like hot sex good. J/k. I wouldn't know. But I really do like saying them. I wonder why. Maybe because it makes me feel like a badass. Or not.

I lost a game of spider solitaire today. I felt stupid because it's basically impossible to lose a game of one suit spider solitaire. I need a life.

When I get married it has to be to someone who is completely not neurotic at all. Otherwise I think I'd go crazy. Why am I thinking about marriage. I really feel like going to a wedding. They're such happy occassions, and they make me feel so happy. I want to be a wedding crasher. Seriously. No joke.

One of the best things about being on break so far is getting hella hugs. Ferreal. I love it.

A few people told me they read my last entry. Why do you guys read this crap? It's far from brilliant. And part of the reason why I make long ass winded entries, is so that not everyone will read them.

Speaking of pearl tea, which I did about five paragraphs ago, it's much better on this coast. I thought it was impossible to make a bad pearl tea, but I had this one milk tea in Philly at a restaurant and it was TERRIBLE. The pearls were so freaking hard to chew. They weren't soft and squishy. They were hard and chewy. Wtf mang?

I went picture crazy on facebook and uploaded hellllllllla pictures. Like about four albums.

I really do feel very good right now. I'm getting much better at communicating with people. Excellent huh?

I miss my stuffed animals a lot when I'm in college. They're sitting all around me right now. I love them.

I MISS PINEAPPLES. HOLY SHIT (there I go again with the shit). I miss eating them. And cutting them. I found this in a store...



It's a pineapple slicer! It takes out the hard core of the pineapple. It's totally and completely useless. I NEED ONE.

It's late. I'm ridiculously nocturnal for no reason.

Later players.