So he just keeps popping up. Like BAM. What the heck are you doing here? But he's NOT here. And you know how you usually dream what you were thinking about before you fell asleep? I think of stuff like flying and rainbows (hehe. i like flying. (: ), and sure, those things show up, but HE shows up too. Stay out of my heaaadddd. I don't want you there.
^ I sound crazy.
Kay so. Christmas was really bad. Like. You know how it's supposed to be a family thing? Turned out so totally not. (Did that make sense?) But like. It became sort of a nightmarish thing. Movie status nightmarish. Almost comical, if I wasn't in it. It's like keeping scales in balance. There's always been two balanced sides. But all of a sudden something from one side goes to the other, and it's complete chaos. Everything is out of place. It's always easy to mess stuff up, but so difficult to put them back. So ehh.
But this picture was super uplifting. So (: The ideal family. (:
Hm but you know what I really love? Michelle's blog. :D It's like relaxing in a really odd sort of way. You go there, and it's like an end-of-the-day book that you read before you go to sleep. Hehe. I commented five times when I went today. (: Lotsa spam in your mail. :D
Brannen essay's giving me a headache. So is MUNPP. And Facebook is sucking away all my remaining time. So yeaaaah. Winter vacation --> boring. But it's better than school. Well. Sorta. I miss people. ):
And I added two videos to the 'YOUR' section. Lol the first one is just. Classic. But I won't spoil it. Go watch it. (:
Ahha I just looked at a couple of my old posts. They were so. I don't know. They just don't sound like me. But I'm probably going to say that about this post a year later. (:
Ehhe blog layout change. I'm gonna change it back tomorrow or day after Christmas or something. Too bright and green. D:
So I came back from Vegas today. (: And it was actually better than I thought. Way, way better. We actually managed to squeeze in some family bonding before things went berserk. (: That's success for us! :D
Our hotel room was like the center of everythinggg. Our second day, we spent three hours playing cards on the bed and cracking up when Tina was a minute late in Spoons. Haha. (: First time we actually felt 'together' in two years. Guess what? I love my family. <3 Thanks, Vegas. (:
We I went on a shopping spree in Vegas, too. (: - 2 pairs of flats - super-staticky robe. D: but it's warm. (: - 6 pairs of AE underwear. hehe. ;D - a pair of gray jeans - a pair of black leggings - a bottle of nail polish - a Converse keychain - 4 bottles of lotion. (for five dollars, maan. :D) Buffalo's outlets are crazzzzy, man. Before Christmas, everything is on sale. At Bath and Body Works, I swear there was nothing over five. And 2 pairs of shoes at Charlotte Russe was only twenty. (:
Duuude. Now there's two weeks of vacation left with nothing to dooo. We have to go somewhere, guys. D: New Year's Eve? :D Or we can go somewhere else before that. (: Like day after Christmas? Or the day after that? :D
I miss you guys. ): Call me! Let's plan out something. (:
I thought that unicorns were real and tigers were fictional. It broke my heart when my mom told me otherwise in kindergarten. Unicorns would be so much prettier than those tigers.
I thought I would marry my daddy would grow up. I mean, if my mom did, then I would too, right? This thought...makes me quite nauseous.
The gingerbread man hunt was a deadly thing. I mean, we actually ate the poor guy in the end. It kinda cannibalistic to me.
Left-handed people were racist. They didn't let me use their scissors. >:O
I didn't get why most songs were about love. Couldn't they be about other things like...dogs? Or candy? Why was love so important, anyways?
We always sat at those kiddy tables at the mall. So much more fun than those boring, gray adult tables.
It bothered me that my mommy and daddy didn't kiss. All the other girl-guy couples out there did; why couldn't they?
A baby came from a kiss.
When you gave paper to a vending machine, it gave you money back. Same with the gas pay machines.
I told my parents I talked to Santa on Christmas Eve when everyone else was asleep. I cried when they didn't believe me.
The dark was an unknown place. Not dangerous, just mysterious.
My family would go to the mall together. My sister and I would go on those little playgrounds in the center, and my mom and dad would watch. Then we'd all hold hands and swing our arms and walk together. It was picture-perfect.
Las Vegas was a basic necessity every Christmas. I would die without it. I think I would still die without it.
Rock music made my head hurt. I mean, who would enjoy stuff with only drums and electric guitar and screaming? It's not even music.
I was a neat freak. More than my mom. Everything had to be PERFECT. My stickers could not be out of order. They could not be sticking out of their borders. They could not be cut off in any way. It drove my parents crazy.
Japan was a great place. Too bad I don't remember it. I only dimly remember a kitchen where I had to drink vinegar cause I got a fish bone stuck in my throat.
I liked to pretend I could understand Japanese.
My family was an actual family.
But that all happened when I was young. Course things are different now. Way different.
Still. I like to look back. At my innocent outlook on life. I wonder if I can still get that back. But nah. If I did, I wouldn't be able to perceive the next thing that's going to erupt in that fragile thing we call our family. I think it's safe to say that I've come a long way.
So he just keeps popping up. Like BAM. What the heck are you doing here? But he's NOT here. And you know how you usually dream what you were thinking about before you fell asleep? I think of stuff like flying and rainbows (hehe. i like flying. (: ), and sure, those things show up, but HE shows up too. Stay out of my heaaadddd. I don't want you there.
^ I sound crazy.
Kay so. Christmas was really bad. Like. You know how it's supposed to be a family thing? Turned out so totally not. (Did that make sense?) But like. It became sort of a nightmarish thing. Movie status nightmarish. Almost comical, if I wasn't in it. It's like keeping scales in balance. There's always been two balanced sides. But all of a sudden something from one side goes to the other, and it's complete chaos. Everything is out of place. It's always easy to mess stuff up, but so difficult to put them back. So ehh.
But this picture was super uplifting. So (: The ideal family. (:
Hm but you know what I really love? Michelle's blog. :D It's like relaxing in a really odd sort of way. You go there, and it's like an end-of-the-day book that you read before you go to sleep. Hehe. I commented five times when I went today. (: Lotsa spam in your mail. :D
Brannen essay's giving me a headache. So is MUNPP. And Facebook is sucking away all my remaining time. So yeaaaah. Winter vacation --> boring. But it's better than school. Well. Sorta. I miss people. ):
And I added two videos to the 'YOUR' section. Lol the first one is just. Classic. But I won't spoil it. Go watch it. (:
Ahha I just looked at a couple of my old posts. They were so. I don't know. They just don't sound like me. But I'm probably going to say that about this post a year later. (:
Ehhe blog layout change. I'm gonna change it back tomorrow or day after Christmas or something. Too bright and green. D:
So I came back from Vegas today. (: And it was actually better than I thought. Way, way better. We actually managed to squeeze in some family bonding before things went berserk. (: That's success for us! :D
Our hotel room was like the center of everythinggg. Our second day, we spent three hours playing cards on the bed and cracking up when Tina was a minute late in Spoons. Haha. (: First time we actually felt 'together' in two years. Guess what? I love my family. <3 Thanks, Vegas. (:
We I went on a shopping spree in Vegas, too. (: - 2 pairs of flats - super-staticky robe. D: but it's warm. (: - 6 pairs of AE underwear. hehe. ;D - a pair of gray jeans - a pair of black leggings - a bottle of nail polish - a Converse keychain - 4 bottles of lotion. (for five dollars, maan. :D) Buffalo's outlets are crazzzzy, man. Before Christmas, everything is on sale. At Bath and Body Works, I swear there was nothing over five. And 2 pairs of shoes at Charlotte Russe was only twenty. (:
Duuude. Now there's two weeks of vacation left with nothing to dooo. We have to go somewhere, guys. D: New Year's Eve? :D Or we can go somewhere else before that. (: Like day after Christmas? Or the day after that? :D
I miss you guys. ): Call me! Let's plan out something. (:
I thought that unicorns were real and tigers were fictional. It broke my heart when my mom told me otherwise in kindergarten. Unicorns would be so much prettier than those tigers.
I thought I would marry my daddy would grow up. I mean, if my mom did, then I would too, right? This thought...makes me quite nauseous.
The gingerbread man hunt was a deadly thing. I mean, we actually ate the poor guy in the end. It kinda cannibalistic to me.
Left-handed people were racist. They didn't let me use their scissors. >:O
I didn't get why most songs were about love. Couldn't they be about other things like...dogs? Or candy? Why was love so important, anyways?
We always sat at those kiddy tables at the mall. So much more fun than those boring, gray adult tables.
It bothered me that my mommy and daddy didn't kiss. All the other girl-guy couples out there did; why couldn't they?
A baby came from a kiss.
When you gave paper to a vending machine, it gave you money back. Same with the gas pay machines.
I told my parents I talked to Santa on Christmas Eve when everyone else was asleep. I cried when they didn't believe me.
The dark was an unknown place. Not dangerous, just mysterious.
My family would go to the mall together. My sister and I would go on those little playgrounds in the center, and my mom and dad would watch. Then we'd all hold hands and swing our arms and walk together. It was picture-perfect.
Las Vegas was a basic necessity every Christmas. I would die without it. I think I would still die without it.
Rock music made my head hurt. I mean, who would enjoy stuff with only drums and electric guitar and screaming? It's not even music.
I was a neat freak. More than my mom. Everything had to be PERFECT. My stickers could not be out of order. They could not be sticking out of their borders. They could not be cut off in any way. It drove my parents crazy.
Japan was a great place. Too bad I don't remember it. I only dimly remember a kitchen where I had to drink vinegar cause I got a fish bone stuck in my throat.
I liked to pretend I could understand Japanese.
My family was an actual family.
But that all happened when I was young. Course things are different now. Way different.
Still. I like to look back. At my innocent outlook on life. I wonder if I can still get that back. But nah. If I did, I wouldn't be able to perceive the next thing that's going to erupt in that fragile thing we call our family. I think it's safe to say that I've come a long way.
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.
