My dollar steals from Target three weeks ago!
Pooh Bear calendar was for the sister.
“Do Not Disturb” sleeping eye patch was for the roomie who can’t sleep w/ light!
Snoopy notebook was for the roomie who loves Snoopy!
The other two were for me. I can’t wait to put my Mickey calendar up!
EASY PEEZY! Always in a tanktop + shorts.
But when the nights get chilly (as it has been last few weeks), I add these in this order:
- hoodie + sweats
- hoodie + sweats + another hoodie
- hoodie + sweats + another hoodie + another sweats
And of course, slap on some extra blankets! YEAAAAAH!
Trick. Question. NEXT.
But honestly, I don’t know. When it feels right, it feels right. When I’m happy, I’m happy. There’s no real rhyme or reason. At least I haven’t figured it out yet..
Two years ago, I was a senior in high school. I was having a blast. I knew where I was. Everything I had and everything I was doing made sense.
Two years later, I’m beginning my 3rd year in college. Still having a blast. But not knowing where I am. Uncertain about where I’m going or what I’m doing.
Two years ago, I didn’t worry too much about the transition between high school and college. I knew where my path was going. I was still going to be student.
Two years later, I worry about the real world. I worry about not being a student ever again. I worry about my future after graduation.
Two years ago, being able to drive a car was exciting to me. Walking alone in the street was an adventure. There was a sense of thrill when I sat amongst strangers.
Two years later, it’s starting to feel normal being behind the wheel. Walking alone is a daily endeavor. Strangers become people who just happen to be there at the same time as you.
Two years ago, convincing my parents was more difficult to do. I get yelled at for staying up and showering late. What they say is law.
Two years later, convincing becomes listening to each other. Yelling becomes suggestive. Their law-binding words become mature reasoning between two adults.
Two years ago, I was 18. I thought I was mature. I thought I knew what I was doing. I thought I was done growing up.
Two years later, I’m 20. I have matured but I know I’m a child at times. I’m sure that I don’t know what I’m doing. And I know, for a fact, that I’m not done growing up.
- Pee with the door open.
- Walk around partially naked.
- Try on clothes
- BLAST music and sing!
- Record my singing and replay to hear how I sound
- Dance. And dance
hardmy heart out. Freestyle or choreo. B/c I know I’m the only one judging myself
- Point my toes and swing my arms as I leap to get around (like in traditional Chinese dance—CACN’s all girls’ dance got to me)
P.S. This is very similar to yours, Rebecca. Ahaha!
Ron: Midnight, mum always said midnight
Ron:It’s better than twilight
it’s better than twilight
it’s better than twilight.
OHWOW. I DID NOT REALIZE THAT!
But before I do so, I’d like to say…
Dobby’s the best! Hermione, DAMN. Harry, you’re too hairy. Ron, you’re sucha dork but at least you got bigger! Creepy lady, BEST. SCENE. EVER.
And goodnight! (:
Mickey Mouse (short for Michael Mouse) is 82 years old today!
BW: I LIKE HOW I WROTE ON YOUR WALL
CUZ THAT IS WHAT U WANT TO SAW
LIKE HOW A CRAW
SEES DEAD MEAT
AND SAY CAW CAW…..
BW: WANT SOME MO
YOU WANT ME BO
IF YOU WERE SPAGHETTI…
YOUR NAME WOULD BE TANGHETTI…
MAKES NO SENSE
DRIVE A BENZ
THAT DONT RHYME
YOU ARE A DIME
ST: it’s like me writing:
HI I’M WRITING ON YOUR WALL.
ONLY B/C YOU TOLD ME TO WRITE ON YOUR WALL.
OKAY, HOPE YOU LIKE WHAT I WROTE ON YOUR WALL.
BYE, ****’S WALL!
BW: hi my name is sandy and i cant rhyme
i only say the same words to pass the time
i cannot think off the top of my dome
i am soft, like memory foam
ST: memory foam ey?
hell nah man, i sleep on HAY!
i aint a horse but im from the BAY
you and me baby, wadda ya say?
» BW: hahahahaha SICK FLOWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but you are a horse……………. =]
» PT: “THATS A MILLION DOLLAR SONG RIGHTTT THERRRE!!!”
ST: MAN! this paper is lame
its gettin to my brain
its drivin me insane
need somethin ta relieve my pain
will you be my sun in the rain?
» BW: dammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm whatre u the asian girl tupac?!?!
songs are like relationships
first off, the average person will hear the beginning of a song and immediately search for a download link with no regard for the how the rest of the song goes. the average person finds no wrong in downloading multiple songs via torrents, programs, and websites. however, if we find out that the download comes with a price tag, we instantly turn away looking for an alternative. whatever happened to a small monetary investment or paying for something you like/love? it seems as if we are beginning to want something for nothing.
second, most people have gigantic library of songs (arguably too large) that we either like or love, but we’re always on a continuous chase for newer, better songs without regard to all the awesome songs we already have. no matter how dope the beat, the rhymth, the lyrics, or the message, we tend to lose focus of all of it when the hint of a ‘better’ song enters the arena. it seems as if we want the impossible, why not just be happy with what we have?
finally, there’s always one special song that’ll keep you dancing, humming, and smiling no matter the circumstances. it’s true, there are many songs to fill the void given other circumstances, but there will always be one. let’s not forget what’s close, what’s good, and what’s special. let’s pause the ipod, youtube, or radio for a second, because there will always be one song that’ll be there for you and it’s only a button/click/tune away.
Did you write this? Very nice analogy. And you’re right, people are constantly on the lookout for new songs. Good thing I have my collection of songs that never gets old. (: AND! I go buy the songs I REALLY REALLY like if I struggle finding it for free. :X
- ST: hey, on a 1 to 10, how do you rate yourself??
- JC: let's do my scale, it's more accurate
- JC: so 5 is neutral
- JC: like isn't eye candy nor ugly
- JC: and 1 point in each respective direction is hot/ugly
- ST: i like your accurate scale aha
- JC: seee, told you! it's so accurate
- JC: put into perspective
- JC: 10 is like porn star
- JC: 9 is like model
- JC: 8 is like the cutest girl at uci
- JC: i'm a 10
- JC: i'm a porn star