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.