i’m listening to… — “i see right through to you” bai dj encore [trance], “authority song” bai jimmy eat world [punk], “last to know” bai kai [r&b], “this luv” bai donnell jones [r&b], “pretty girl” bai jon b [r&b], “catchball” bai hirai ken [japanese], “get away” bai avant [r&b], “rakuen” bai hirai ken [japanese], “quasimodo” bai lifehouse [rock], “sundown” bai nostrum and frank kunne [trance]
i feel… — alright
GIRL’S QUOTE, AFTER A GUY ASKED HER HOW SHE WAS:
“if i were any happier, i’d be twins.”
wat da hizzo? -__-;;
dude… today was an interesting day, i must say. woke up and started packing like a madwoman… takes me a bajillion years to pack, i swear… i have way too much stuff… and man, i was sort of pissed… because i applied for a job on “the daily” (uw’s newspaper) for advertising designer… and apparently they e-mailed me telling me i had an appointment at 1:30 this afternoon… and i never got an e-mail (or i deleted it by accident)… and so they asked me if i could come in next thursday but i’m going to be in cali. and then they said they’d call me back about a later appointment. -__-;;;; that better mean they will actually call me back or i shall cry very much so >__< hukimajity. >__< so around 4:30 chol and andrea came over and helped me move into my casa nueva at lander… =) man… it was such a bitch >__< i don’t know what i would have done without chol’s big manly muscles to carry my refrigerator *puha. -__-;; twas super pain in the butt, but i bought them dinner so we’re even. not really. but ah, much thanks to them. ^__^ man… once you’ve been to lander from haggett… shieeeet if i ever went back to haggy piece of shit i would cry. lander is so freaking beautiful. i can’t believe they’re only letting freshmen live in here next fall. wat da hizzo!!! >__< freshmen should suffer and live in mercer… heh… actually no, because then they would all like… hate their college experience, but oh well. -__-;; actually… for some odd reason some people who live in jail-cell-mercer actually want to return. how odd. what weirdos. -__-; anyways.
so after moving in, we just tossed my stuff everywhere… luckily my roommate-to-be didn’t come early. yesah. then we went to ACE (andrea, carolynn, and esther’s apartment) for a little bit and then went to go eat dinner and buy ice cream >__< home made ice cream is so freaking good dude… muthafuckin yummy. cept… i for real need to diet… so… yes. -__-; i feel like a freaking BLIMP. GOOD YEAR BLIMP duuuuude. -__-; anyways at night… so much for not going raving until “divalicious” heh. we went to some ‘underground’ rave called “mixed therapy”… it was a junglist’s heaven =P freaking crazy ass jungle dude… but it was gooooooooooooood. ^__^ even the cholster liked it… puhaha… *converting everyone! muhahaha!! >D actually, i think everyone else had a pretty crappy time -__-;; hukalicious. i guess it was a little too much jungle-ness cause even i got a little sick of it towards the end… but mostly because i was dead tired but when that shit is being spun i canNOT bring myself to sit down >__< as always flave was oh-so-entertaining. watching that man spin makes me smile. ^__^;; and scott tyler… this guy who always hangs around outside of yunnie’s was the last to spin… but… he didn’t even spin for very long… like ten, fifteen minutes??? i don’t know why, but that’s pretty rude… they turned on the lights as soon as flave was done. huk. so it was weird dancing without the dark… but kinda cool nonetheless. neato music… i can’t really dance to it… but… twas neat nonetheless. aigonellay. a certain person named josh (gee, who is that?) dropped again… nikka drops way too much. -__-; going to lack a brain… patterns of brainlessness are already emerging. it’s really much too sad. -__-; ah yes, at the party, some girl gave me two feathers and a strip of plastic. -__-;; actually, i found out later the plastic was an accident, but twas… weird… -__-;
afterwards we went to denny’s as usual. the freaking worker at denny’s hella knows us dude… he gave us stuffed animals. hah. cause… there’s that use-the-claw-to-grab-prizes game thing and he was playing and he gave us what he won… there was like three things. i got a stuffed animal of the letter P… O_o;; horribly odd, but… i guess… it’s… kinda… … … cute… i guess… … …
so i didn’t sleep all night… and just unpacked shit… well being that we got back from denny’s at around six in the morning (the party ended at four), i guess it wasn’t really that long… i’m fucking tired right now though… blah… i don’t know how to get the internet to work on this piece of shit… it really is quite sad… and on my cali computer i won’t be able to check asianavenue at all… -__-; so i’m going to go through asianavenue withdrawal as i do every break. which i should even really because asianavenue is almost completely and utterly pointless, BUT… being my obsessive compulsive self, i would like to check my guestbook entries and notes constantly despite their pointlessness!!! >__< anyhoo. -__-;; so… my old roommate juli is living in lander… a floor below me… and she had no one to help her move everything across the whole fucking campus dude… she has hella shit too… -__-;; so when i went to haggett because i still needed to check out in the morning, i offered to bring something for her… so i dragged this laundry hamper shoved full of towels and blankets… fucking death dude! >__< i don’t know how she’s going to manage… it’s going to take her forever. sadness. my new roommate is named… hin…? she seems cool? didn’t really get a chance to talk to her much yet… so we’ll see >__< this summer i’m going to do muthafucking bizoooomb in school… i think i can manage… i hope. language stuff i am willing to study… usually >__< hukness.
okay it may be weird to put my thoughts into words because i am freaking tired and semi-delirious. so the plane ride home… FUCKING DROVE ME CRAZY dude. i was ready to reach out, stretch, and punch someone. no joke. i got all claustraphobic and shit… dude, i never get claustraphobic! and i kept thinking to myself, “it’ll be over with soon, it’ll be over with soon.” and then i looked outside the window and the plane was still circling around in circles (hmm, repetitive) in the sky!! gah… i always wondered why the fuck people would be claustraphobic… but i finally understand >__< weird, weird feeling. dude… it’s so nice to be back… in the comfort of my own home… with the television… CAR!! ahhhhh i miss driving so much… i love driving around by myself because it’s the one place (well, my room too, but i usually prefer staying in the office and talking online instead -__-;;) where i can sing at the top of my lungs and no one will hear me! muhahaha… sure i get a couple of stares once in a while, but it’s all gravy. ^__^ actually, i don’t really notice… it’s so fun… >__<;; haha yes, i remember my fOolish idealistic days of wanting to become a singer. wat da hizzo! -__-; life is too unperfect for something so perfect…?
saw some fOolios tonight. went to go play pool and/or get boba with dahye, richard, johnny, phil [nho], duke, and justin… and shibata and his sister showed up later too. freaking… i haven’t played pool since last break. i suck so bad… actually, the sad part is… that even when i played pool like twice a day in the summer, i still maintain the same level of suckiness. amazing… yes. ah yes mr. phil nho with all his hilariosity. people in washington have not yet been quite as… humorous as my cali folk. >__< things are weird. life is weird. i am returning to washington next sunday… good… and bad… but good, because i get sick of life in cali after a while… cause it’s so freaking boring. i mean… it’s boring in washington too. life is just… boring (maybe just mine?). switching off every other week in washington and cali would be ideal! heh. blabbering… bought a discman today since mine is fucked. bought some cd’s… but not the two cd’s i had originally planned on buying… hukalicious. alright… and… since my brother is mr. hardcore-only-listen-to-rap-dude… he made me listen to a bunch of eminem songs when he was picking up me up from the airport and the freaking lyrics to this one song are freaking… wowieeeeeee. this guy is muthafucking talented… he has a LOT to say… his song lyrics are freaking amazingly long… although a little too vulgar sometimes for my tastes (he seems to have calmed down, though). i dig. so i post. as usual. alright… that is all. ^__^ tomorrow is father’s day… bah! i have NO idea what to buy my dad dude… and i really don’t want to go to church. maybe i will just sleep in >__< and then get a bunch of phone calls bitching at me asking why i didn’t go to church hehe. -__-;; i swear, church is more of a social activity for me than anything. sad. quite the sad. but i’m glad i finally know what my religious stance is. heh. no worriessss. =) that shit used to drive me crazy to think about. blah. well. lyrics are here. i must sleep soon… deliriosity is no good.
see what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols and they want to get one cuz they think the shit’s cool, not knowin we really just protectin ourselves. we entertainers; of course the shit’s affectin our sales, you ignoramus. but music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail. it’s fucked up, ain’t it? how we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted. that’s why we sing for these kids who don’t have a thing except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine - who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs. or for anyone who’s ever been through shit in their lives, till they sit and they cry at night wishin they’d die - till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe. we’re nothin to you, but we’re the fuckin shit in they eyes. that’s why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden and maybe they’ll admit it when we’re gone. just let our spirits live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs.
* EMINEM - SING FOR THE MOMENT *