Typical all-nighter with, you know, just the basic essentials.
I stayed in Fraser last night with two other friends who who both ended up passing out in really awkward positions (why yes, I did take pictures) by 6am. I am so good at pulling all-nighters. I am so good at unhealthy things in general. I know my water looks a little murky, but its just lemon!
Today I thought about how I never write much anymore, so I started flipping through all my past ramblings from my my mini-moleskin, which I used to carry around with me everywhere, and here are some excerpts that I thought were pretty entertaining and don't mind sharing. Nothing is dated because I'm all young and stupid and not-caring like that, and I;m just trying to do my part by fitting neatly into stereotypes to avoid any confusion. Anyway, I'm pretty sure it's mostly all from summer and not too long before it.
I wear a white v-neck t shirt and jeans every single day and my backpack is bigger than my body.
Hm, this sounds like a silly John Mayer song. But slightly better and a lot less annoying. I save color and non-baggy t shirts for only special occasions, okay!?
I think I'm going to have to start learning how to drink coffee soon. Ugh, hi adulthood, you're just around the corner, aren't you.
Isn't it some sort of rite of passage to start hanging with the big kids or something? I never started drinking coffee, by they way, but maybe I should 'cause this semester is kicking. my. ass. I can already see it playing through in my mind: "Oh, so this is what it feels like to not make Dean's List. Apparently life goes on. Who knew?" Hopefully I can manage to stay this calm when the time comes. But you know what they say. Time spent wishing is time spent what is the saying, again?
"Because truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself." --Moby Dick by Herman Mellville
Now that I think about it, this reminds me of how much I like the Taoist idea of complimentarity of opposites. Remember how you weren't cool unless you had ying-yang signs drawn all over your notebooks and folders in school? I had a few ying-yang pogs, as well. I really wanted to be cool. And clearly, I was, based on the evidence. Inference, man.
He told me he thinks I'm "cute and girly." Give him a break, he's Asian... and not very poetic. And then, a few minutes after he dropped me off and we said goodnight he texted me: "Miss you already! See you in the dream." I wonder if there's a Funny Fob-liners website I can post this on.
HAHA I might always remember this. He wasn't so bad though. Definitely too old for me. My mom didn't seem to mind so much about that though, which was surprising. I was really proud of her for being able to resist calling at five minute intervals to check in the first time I went out with him. When I brought it up the next morning she said, "Well, I didn't want to bother you," and I thought, "Wow. That is so weird. Surely, this must be a trick."
and inevitably, a few pages later, but not necessarily as a direct result...
Well I've decided that I don't particularly enjoy the whole dating scene thing. I'll talk to my parents about arranging some sort of marriage and get back to you guys on how it works out for me.
I thought it was a pretty good idea. Although I'm not exactly known for taking healthy approaches in solving personal dilemmas. This also falls in sync with the fact that I will always, if not consciously, subconsciously sabotage anything good that ever comes my way. For some reason I always write as if speaking to an audience or something.
My uncle gave me his old phone today. It's kind of fancy shmancy...well nothing mega technical but nicer than any phone I've ever owned. It kind of makes me nervous...since i usually live by the general rule of thumb that I will eventually break and then/or lose everything I own. So..I don't know, this may prove to be problematic.
This one's funny because actually I did end up breaking that phone a few months later. In the most ridiculous way, mind you.
There was a time in my life when I watched Fresh Prince of Belaire every single night.
There was a time in my life when I watchedFinding Nemo daily.
He called me like two hours after I game him my number. And I kind of really liked it. It's like, he doesn't want to play the game, I don't know how to play the game; it''s a win-win situation for us all.
Really though, no one ever taught me how to play the game of chase and be chased. (Okay, okay, so I was a late bloomer in more ways than one.) 'He's Just Not That Into You 2", anyone? That was a joke. Oh good god that was a joke.
I can see how it might seem like sarcasm, but it's really our way of secretly revealing the truth.
people who understand each other vs. people who don't
me: I haven't listened to Dim Sum Girl since summer!
nghi: Really? I listen to it at least once a week.
we. loved. that. song.
That's all. The rest are either too boring or too personal or too long to type out. I hope you had fun at my expense. And if you didn't, you can look at this: pretties!
Today I thought about how I never write much anymore, so I started flipping through all my past ramblings from my my mini-moleskin, which I used to carry around with me everywhere, and here are some excerpts that I thought were pretty entertaining and don't mind sharing. Nothing is dated because I'm all young and stupid and not-caring like that, and I;m just trying to do my part by fitting neatly into stereotypes to avoid any confusion. Anyway, I'm pretty sure it's mostly all from summer and not too long before it.
I wear a white v-neck t shirt and jeans every single day and my backpack is bigger than my body.
Hm, this sounds like a silly John Mayer song. But slightly better and a lot less annoying. I save color and non-baggy t shirts for only special occasions, okay!?
I think I'm going to have to start learning how to drink coffee soon. Ugh, hi adulthood, you're just around the corner, aren't you.
Isn't it some sort of rite of passage to start hanging with the big kids or something? I never started drinking coffee, by they way, but maybe I should 'cause this semester is kicking. my. ass. I can already see it playing through in my mind: "Oh, so this is what it feels like to not make Dean's List. Apparently life goes on. Who knew?" Hopefully I can manage to stay this calm when the time comes. But you know what they say. Time spent wishing is time spent what is the saying, again?
"Because truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself." --Moby Dick by Herman Mellville
Now that I think about it, this reminds me of how much I like the Taoist idea of complimentarity of opposites. Remember how you weren't cool unless you had ying-yang signs drawn all over your notebooks and folders in school? I had a few ying-yang pogs, as well. I really wanted to be cool. And clearly, I was, based on the evidence. Inference, man.
He told me he thinks I'm "cute and girly." Give him a break, he's Asian... and not very poetic. And then, a few minutes after he dropped me off and we said goodnight he texted me: "Miss you already! See you in the dream." I wonder if there's a Funny Fob-liners website I can post this on.
HAHA I might always remember this. He wasn't so bad though. Definitely too old for me. My mom didn't seem to mind so much about that though, which was surprising. I was really proud of her for being able to resist calling at five minute intervals to check in the first time I went out with him. When I brought it up the next morning she said, "Well, I didn't want to bother you," and I thought, "Wow. That is so weird. Surely, this must be a trick."
and inevitably, a few pages later, but not necessarily as a direct result...
Well I've decided that I don't particularly enjoy the whole dating scene thing. I'll talk to my parents about arranging some sort of marriage and get back to you guys on how it works out for me.
I thought it was a pretty good idea. Although I'm not exactly known for taking healthy approaches in solving personal dilemmas. This also falls in sync with the fact that I will always, if not consciously, subconsciously sabotage anything good that ever comes my way. For some reason I always write as if speaking to an audience or something.
My uncle gave me his old phone today. It's kind of fancy shmancy...well nothing mega technical but nicer than any phone I've ever owned. It kind of makes me nervous...since i usually live by the general rule of thumb that I will eventually break and then/or lose everything I own. So..I don't know, this may prove to be problematic.
This one's funny because actually I did end up breaking that phone a few months later. In the most ridiculous way, mind you.
There was a time in my life when I watched Fresh Prince of Belaire every single night.
There was a time in my life when I watched
He called me like two hours after I game him my number. And I kind of really liked it. It's like, he doesn't want to play the game, I don't know how to play the game; it''s a win-win situation for us all.
Really though, no one ever taught me how to play the game of chase and be chased. (Okay, okay, so I was a late bloomer in more ways than one.) 'He's Just Not That Into You 2", anyone? That was a joke. Oh good god that was a joke.
I can see how it might seem like sarcasm, but it's really our way of secretly revealing the truth.
people who understand each other vs. people who don't
me: I haven't listened to Dim Sum Girl since summer!
nghi: Really? I listen to it at least once a week.
we. loved. that. song.
That's all. The rest are either too boring or too personal or too long to type out. I hope you had fun at my expense. And if you didn't, you can look at this: pretties!
