I NEED ANOTHER PIRATES POSTER. Captain Johnny Depp is mighty lonely up on the wall by himself. ):
So I'm hearing this middle-aged lady (probably really old with lots of make-up) trying to flirt with another man, and he's like '不要，不要'，and she's all like NOOO BUT YOU MUST! And I don't even know wtf they're doing, but it's entertaining! Shows that there's a chance you'll be single, unsuccessful, and pathetic at age 40. Or fifty. And I don't dare look out my window (blinds are closed) and risk them seeing me. Mad Asian people scare the shit out of me, especially with the way their voices rise up two octaves when they're shouting. Even the men. Real manly, no?
Haircuts are real depressing, maaan. I have this problem that when my hair is long, I look at pictures where it was short and I'm like 'I WANT A HAIRCUT NOW.' But when I cut it and look back at pictures when it was LONG, I regret it and GAAAH that's pretty much how I'm feeling right now. -_- Like I look in the mirror and it's almost like I'm hoping that just staring at my hair will make it grow out. But tis hopeless. ): So now I shall wait! And wait. And waaait. -_-
I finally restarted a diary. I've come to learn that they're not really dependable, cause most posts are like...a year apart? Cause I start one, and it's all fun and intriguing and attention-catching for about a week, and then I get lazy. And stop writing. And then I stop thinking about it. And then I just forget it in general. -_- Then a few months later, I'll be doing house cleaning, and I'll see it under my bed or in my closet and I'd be like 'OHH SO THAT'S WHERE IT WENT!' Then I'll look throught it and WOW LIFE WAS SO FUN BACK THEN! I SHOULD START WRITING AGAIN! And then I do! :D But then it's all fun and intriguing and attention-catching for about a week, and then I get lazy. And stop writing. And then I stop thinking about it. And then I just forget it in general. -_- Then a few months later...
SEE?! I'm hopeless. D:
So this time it's an ONLINE diary. That way, I won't waste any more notebooks. x) And online I can make -_- :D (: D: faces, instead of the makeshift ones I draw when I'm writing. (:
Life is getting busy! And I really really like feeling busy and involved because it makes me feel organized and yaaay. :D But then too many things overlap, and now I have to tell Kate and my Chinese teacher that Red Cross leadership meeting > NSO meeting and Chinese class, and my writing teacher that carwash > writing class, and my Chinese teacher (again -_-) that IC meeting > Chinese class. -_- But the bright side is I get to skip/move all my classes! :D The ugly side is people get mad. And the sad side is I never take enough pictures at any of these events. -_-
I still didn't update pictures since Bolsa Chica, btw. (: I'm a bad bad girl. Actually, I'll do it NOW. YES. I WILL. OKAY. G'JOB ALICE. I'LL SEE YA'LLS LATER!
I NEED ANOTHER PIRATES POSTER. Captain Johnny Depp is mighty lonely up on the wall by himself. ):
So I'm hearing this middle-aged lady (probably really old with lots of make-up) trying to flirt with another man, and he's like '不要，不要'，and she's all like NOOO BUT YOU MUST! And I don't even know wtf they're doing, but it's entertaining! Shows that there's a chance you'll be single, unsuccessful, and pathetic at age 40. Or fifty. And I don't dare look out my window (blinds are closed) and risk them seeing me. Mad Asian people scare the shit out of me, especially with the way their voices rise up two octaves when they're shouting. Even the men. Real manly, no?
Haircuts are real depressing, maaan. I have this problem that when my hair is long, I look at pictures where it was short and I'm like 'I WANT A HAIRCUT NOW.' But when I cut it and look back at pictures when it was LONG, I regret it and GAAAH that's pretty much how I'm feeling right now. -_- Like I look in the mirror and it's almost like I'm hoping that just staring at my hair will make it grow out. But tis hopeless. ): So now I shall wait! And wait. And waaait. -_-
I finally restarted a diary. I've come to learn that they're not really dependable, cause most posts are like...a year apart? Cause I start one, and it's all fun and intriguing and attention-catching for about a week, and then I get lazy. And stop writing. And then I stop thinking about it. And then I just forget it in general. -_- Then a few months later, I'll be doing house cleaning, and I'll see it under my bed or in my closet and I'd be like 'OHH SO THAT'S WHERE IT WENT!' Then I'll look throught it and WOW LIFE WAS SO FUN BACK THEN! I SHOULD START WRITING AGAIN! And then I do! :D But then it's all fun and intriguing and attention-catching for about a week, and then I get lazy. And stop writing. And then I stop thinking about it. And then I just forget it in general. -_- Then a few months later...
SEE?! I'm hopeless. D:
So this time it's an ONLINE diary. That way, I won't waste any more notebooks. x) And online I can make -_- :D (: D: faces, instead of the makeshift ones I draw when I'm writing. (:
Life is getting busy! And I really really like feeling busy and involved because it makes me feel organized and yaaay. :D But then too many things overlap, and now I have to tell Kate and my Chinese teacher that Red Cross leadership meeting > NSO meeting and Chinese class, and my writing teacher that carwash > writing class, and my Chinese teacher (again -_-) that IC meeting > Chinese class. -_- But the bright side is I get to skip/move all my classes! :D The ugly side is people get mad. And the sad side is I never take enough pictures at any of these events. -_-
I still didn't update pictures since Bolsa Chica, btw. (: I'm a bad bad girl. Actually, I'll do it NOW. YES. I WILL. OKAY. G'JOB ALICE. I'LL SEE YA'LLS LATER!
Impress me. Sing along to Bon Jovi and Muse with me. Watch Lion King until your eyes hurt. Laugh at all my jokes. Buy me striped clothing on my birthday! Learn to love my Mickey. (: Memorize my phone number, and memorize it RIGHT. Buy me CD albums for my birthday/Christmas/anything! Never tell me you want to watch me swim. Get me Vitamin Water when I'm stressed. (: Tell me your life story. I'll tell you mine.
