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t h u r 02.19.04 | 3:21 pm
if i wasn't such a fucktard, i might do well in multivariable calculus. but alas, i am a fucktard and i couldn't even turn in my 2 question quiz today because... i missed some lectures, i haven't done the homework, and i don't focus. you see, it is a common misconception that asian people are just good at the math. but i'm tall, i can drink a lot, and i can't do math. what the hell happened to my genes? but who cares, right. tomorrow is friday. fry day. and i am going to san luis obispo all weekend. that's right. it's mardi gras and it's time. i'm going all crazy over here in newport beach and have to run away to central california. what? newport beach? did you watch the o.c. last night? hellooooo. news flash. cody called demetra back. that's good. she really likes him. i'm glad that cody is a nice boy. maybe jesus forgot that we saw each other on valentine's day. but i didn't. someone must have cursed me with the bad luck. maybe it WAS those junk chain letter e-mails that said i'd have bad luck in love forever. well fuckin' a. guess who's on the cover of lick? you'll never guess. you know, from the looks of my apartment you'd never guess that i'm moving in exactly a week. oh well. i'm not going to the grocery store until after i move (to avoid moving food) and that's hard because i don't have any. looks like tiffany is gonna lose a dress size this week. hot damn.
s u n 02.15.04 | 5:03 pm
you say you want to fight for this love but, honey, you cannot wrestle a dove. i had all but abandoned the notion of this guy teera and i nicknamed jesus. but when the opportunity presented itself last night, i just went with it. i think it turned out fine. everything was settled. everything turned out well. and that's all i can ask for. no confusion. just say what you mean, be honest upfront, and that's it. and also spoon me and cuddle me and kiss me to death and run your fingers through my hair hold my hands lips on my shoulder then forehead to forehead under the blankets. after falling asleep to the beginning of true romance. the valentine's day deal turned out well. i started drinking around five pm with demetra and kept with it until about two am. people coming and going in between. we were all each other's valentines and we made sashes for each other. i said "damnit, i never really accomplished anything in high school worth earning a sash for." mine said "i'm your bitch." gabe's said "#1 slut." all the pretty boys came and i loved them all. i wanted to kiss them to death and do their hair and swap clothes with them cause they're all so adorable. i'm trying to figure out what to make of this valentine's day... and all i can say is...jesus.
aww snap
you cannot cuddle a cactus.
