i need you baby.
i’m watching… arlen playing “mario sunshine”.
i’m feeling… a bit gassy. rofls.
4:52 am — spent most of the day today at lenny’s. explored his high school, inglemoor… they had some phatty ass phat shit, man. they had metal work, graphic design, photography, ceramics, programming, visualaudio, etc. etc. … wtf? i think we only had a general art class (or a couple) and photography. that is just… not at all fair. they didn’t have as much sports stuff and the school was relatively small compared to amador, but it seemed cool… really cool.
snowed yesterday in seattle, on the 1st of december. it didn’t stick in seattle. stuck @ lenny’s house. pretty… pretty. T__T hope it snows soon.
we also watched this chinese movie called “yi yi”… i dunno. it was three hours long, and the storyline was all over the place. the director directed it so that no one’s face was really seen up close… all from a mediocre distance only, and so it made it extremely difficult to tell the difference between people. man, asian people are more hard to tell apart than whities… even as an asian.
man, i don’t want to be one of those girlfriends who’s constantly complaining, but i just don’t know what to do about it. letting stuff slide forever will never work… but does changing people work? sigh… i don’t know how to articulate it. and i don’t want to be a downer either. i wonder how long it is before you know if things will work and stuff. i wish for once he’d say what bothers him, if anything does… instead of just me being unsatisfied. i wish he’d have more self-confidence or SOMETHING… and just say WANT something for once. i told him he’s apathetic. and it’s not always cause he doesn’t seem to care or something, because when we do spend time together, there’s generally not TOO much doubt. but the apathy comes in because he doesn’t try to insert his opinion about a lot of things, as if he doesn’t think it’s worthwhile to divulge, or that he just doesn’t care… and i just want it to work. i’m not trying to make him feel bad… but i know i’m trying really hard to think of things the way he might, and i wish he’d do the same. or maybe if he does, i wish he’d tell me. maybe it’s a guy thing, but it’d be nice to know what he’s thinking sometimes.