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Saturday 10.26.02 | 1:21 pm
Tomato died early this morning. I came home from a night of gallivanting to find Tomato... resting on the cyan marbles. Oh Tomato. I loved you for however short I got to keep you.
Friday 10.25.02 | 8:05 pm
I go to bed much later now. Much much later. Who would have thought that sleep-like-a-bear me would have so much to do (or not to do for that matter) that it would keep me up until four am?
Tuesday 10.22.02 | 10:35 pm
I had a presentation in art class today. There are few things that occur frequently in my life that are more nerve wracking than a room full of people listening to me. There is an eerie silence and the "That's it. Questions?" that is so often replied with staring... gets me every time. I cannot get to my seat fast enough and I feel as if I need to hug a blanky. Oh, blanky.
Monday 10.21.02 | 7:41 pm
I went home for the weekend and was greeted by... painted walls, new floor in the kitchen, laundry room, bathrooms, and a rather fancy looking dark wood banister. My mom waited for me to go to college and poof! I was only gone for a month.
Petite Asian Girl Builds Up Tolerance
"Your hair smells great." Actually, my hair smelled like menthol Marlboros, clove cigarettes, and weed. But... whatever you like. It was nice seeing Chris and Brandon. I like good old Burbank folk. I just feel secure and safe and unreserved and they already know me so I can drink and smoke however much I like and no one will judge me. We go way back.
You should be proud to hear that I outdrank and outsmoked all the other girls... maybe a few boys? Petite Asian Girl Builds Up Tolerance. That's my news. "Damn. Burbank girls! That hit lasted 30 seconds! Shiiiiiit." "Her boyfriend is Iron Lungs McGee. Of course."
Speaking of boyfriend... he doesn't call me or write me. And I wonder how that correlates with love because I get so lonely these days and nights when he's 400 miles away and the best we can do is one weekend out of a month. When people are drunk, the real dirty stuff comes out. Like "Why would you date someone through college unless you expected to last through college and marry them? And you're not going to marry him. He'd never admit to wanting anything like that."
And beginning. Time to get ready to stay up all night and dance and do drugs and.. oh yeah, I have a midterm on Monday. I came home at 6 am and got up at noon. I'm surprised at myself.
R.I.P. three hole punch
Scarlett and I made it out to Petco today to get our goldfish. We've talked about getting goldfish for a while now. And today it was done! We got some pretty marbles, water conditioner, flake food and some damn cute goldfish. She picked out a nice black googly-eye, fluffy fish and I picked out a nice baby white one with a red head.
I named my fish Tomato. Scarlett hasn't... hadn't named hers yet. Yes... hadn't. I just went out to get some dinner and when I came back into my room... poor black, googly-eye, temporarily named, three hole punch was dead. He was so lively when I left. I just don't get it. I'm a bit sad. I didn't even get a chance to know him or learn to love the poor guy.
"Smoke that HSU dank!"
I'm going to my very first rave this Saturday. And since it is the Saturday before Halloween... you can dress up. I am dressing up. I want to look cute for my very first rave. Well, I guess those raver kids always dress up but... I mean, you know, cute. I'll send you a picture sometime.
My sister cooked spaghetti for me and took me grocery shopping. We go down aisle after aisle with a big envelope of coupons. VERIFIED TOTAL SAVINGS: $74.39 Go Ralphs and your double coupons! I have food in my fridge. Wow!
The only problem I see with that is... people just walk in and mooch. And that'd be fine if I got to return the favor, but I don't. I just think that's rude. I just don't walk into other people's rooms and open the fridge as I'm saying "Hello."
Guess who might be taking a road trip with Becky to Santa Cruz on Veteran's Day weekend? Guess! I can't wait to see that Robby and hold his hand and rub my nose in his tummy and coo. Cooooooo!
Manic Monday
Tonight I have to go back to Burbank to get my keys and my car. Two hours disappear like *this*.
I need to go work on my art project. It's so... in the beginning stages and I need to present it and be professional tomorrow. Eep.
'ey you. You stole my shit?
Mark, that's fucking uncool.
We'll see about cool in a minute, okay?
