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.
Stupid Sun. Keeps changing the weather. -__- I don't even know what to wear everyday now. It's kinda pathetic when you wake up in the morning and the first thing you think is: "Hmm. Jeans or shorts? Or capris? Or a T-shirt? Or maybe just a tank?" -__-
I went to the mall AGAIN yesterday. I'm going there too much. O__O But I actually bought the stuff I needed, and didn't only go to Yogurtland. (: Like last time. :]
Yaaay for Josh and Angel for reviving their blogs. (: And both of you updated around the same day, too. Keep it up. There's nothing better than reading a new post. (:
I went to Whitney this morning again. Everytime I go there, Chris and Archie just abuse me. -__- They dumped me into a trashcan today. Like, literally dumped. Meanies. >:O Haha but I still love you guys. <3
Fourth of July is in fooour days! I hope most of you guys are gonna go to the celebration at the Civics Center. (: I don't think I can make it until late late late, like around eight. :[ (That rhymed! :D) Cause I have to pick up my friends from Las Vegas and take them out to dinner. Chances are, I won't be able to make it at alll. ): That makes me so sad. :[ And my mom won't let me invite anyone over Thursday either, since she's cleaning up the room for our 'guests'. -__- So take lots of pictures for me! And call me while you're there! (:
And check your emails, Josh. So nonresponsive. -__-
Last Thursday I went to Josh's house with Angel and Izzy. (: He's such a pimp. -__- THAT WAS A JOKE. HA HA. FAT CHANCE. XD
Haha we did 'Still Alive' so many times. Angel has the perfect voice for that. (: And we managed to fit all four people on a bed. O___O Of course we could, with all the cuddling and the hugging. ;) Last memory with Izzy before she left. ): I miss you dearie. Just 36 more days! Maybe you're not counting, but I sure am. (:
Then a whole week of Cerritos College writing classes. -__- Those were pretty boring. But I visited Whitney Thursday and Friday. And Chris and Archie were there. <3 So that made my day. Thanks guys. (: Then Saturday I went to the mall with Charles, Josh, Ralph, and Angel. Five straight hours. <3 But it was a great day. I love you guys. (:
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.
Stupid Sun. Keeps changing the weather. -__- I don't even know what to wear everyday now. It's kinda pathetic when you wake up in the morning and the first thing you think is: "Hmm. Jeans or shorts? Or capris? Or a T-shirt? Or maybe just a tank?" -__-
I went to the mall AGAIN yesterday. I'm going there too much. O__O But I actually bought the stuff I needed, and didn't only go to Yogurtland. (: Like last time. :]
Yaaay for Josh and Angel for reviving their blogs. (: And both of you updated around the same day, too. Keep it up. There's nothing better than reading a new post. (:
I went to Whitney this morning again. Everytime I go there, Chris and Archie just abuse me. -__- They dumped me into a trashcan today. Like, literally dumped. Meanies. >:O Haha but I still love you guys. <3
Fourth of July is in fooour days! I hope most of you guys are gonna go to the celebration at the Civics Center. (: I don't think I can make it until late late late, like around eight. :[ (That rhymed! :D) Cause I have to pick up my friends from Las Vegas and take them out to dinner. Chances are, I won't be able to make it at alll. ): That makes me so sad. :[ And my mom won't let me invite anyone over Thursday either, since she's cleaning up the room for our 'guests'. -__- So take lots of pictures for me! And call me while you're there! (:
And check your emails, Josh. So nonresponsive. -__-
Last Thursday I went to Josh's house with Angel and Izzy. (: He's such a pimp. -__- THAT WAS A JOKE. HA HA. FAT CHANCE. XD
Haha we did 'Still Alive' so many times. Angel has the perfect voice for that. (: And we managed to fit all four people on a bed. O___O Of course we could, with all the cuddling and the hugging. ;) Last memory with Izzy before she left. ): I miss you dearie. Just 36 more days! Maybe you're not counting, but I sure am. (:
Then a whole week of Cerritos College writing classes. -__- Those were pretty boring. But I visited Whitney Thursday and Friday. And Chris and Archie were there. <3 So that made my day. Thanks guys. (: Then Saturday I went to the mall with Charles, Josh, Ralph, and Angel. Five straight hours. <3 But it was a great day. I love you guys. (:
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.
