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Tuesday, February 10, 2009
xoxo, gossip girl
So my attempts at 'going green' come with consequences. Maybe it's a sign that I'm destined to forever be a wasteful person that uses disposable plastic bottles and paper napkins, etc.
I was using my 'green' water bottle today, you know, one of those nalgene bottles or whatever that everyone uses now a days to save the earth from a billion accumulated plastic bottles. Of course, it leaked somehow in my bag on the way to school...so everything in my bag got to take a nice dip in water early in the morning.
My MacBook even kind of got wet. Well, the neoprene sleeve got wet, which kept the computer from getting water damage. Now I've got some ugly ass water stains on a hot pink neoprene case. So fug.
V-Day is coming!!! So I want to go out...I mean, it's a Saturday night right? But how do I go out with friends without making it cliche? Haha. I wish I had more time on my hands. I'd bake red velvet cupcakes for everyone with cream cheese frosting and overwhelmingly cute red and pink sprinkles. Red velvet cake is so boss.
Blink-182 is back!!! For reals, summer 2009, here they come. I bet you they're doing it purely for the money. Why else would they do it? Despite that, I think for nostalgia's sake, I'm gonna go see them when they tour. Even if I don't like their new stuff...just for the shits and giggles, I gotta go. I don't even listen to that genre of music anymore. For some reason, the latest stuff I've discovered is mostly electronica rock type stuff. Weird? Yes.
So last night there was a slow car chase through the streets of Los Angeles. Gotta love LA, we throw a car chase on every tv station because it's breaking news. I even broke out the bag of chips, it was pure entertainment. Anywho, the guy drove his white Bentley at like 30mph all over LA then ended up near Universal Studios on Lankershim, biding his time and not getting out of the car. I was sitting there waiting for him to get out of the car. Everyone thought he might be someone crazy famous since he was driving a freaking Bentley and the paparazzi were everywhere. I swear, I was totally on the bandwagon thinking that it was Chris Brown in the car...it would have been sooo cool if it were Chris Brown. It's like OJ Simpson slow white car chase part deux. But it wasn't. It was just some rich dude who then shot himself to death. And then the SWAT team had to come and get his body out of the car around 1 am.
I don't really have anything else to say. Kello2123 wanted me to blog, so this goes out to her. Lovers since 2002. KELJORDIA FTW. ||\m/||
I was using my 'green' water bottle today, you know, one of those nalgene bottles or whatever that everyone uses now a days to save the earth from a billion accumulated plastic bottles. Of course, it leaked somehow in my bag on the way to school...so everything in my bag got to take a nice dip in water early in the morning.
My MacBook even kind of got wet. Well, the neoprene sleeve got wet, which kept the computer from getting water damage. Now I've got some ugly ass water stains on a hot pink neoprene case. So fug.
V-Day is coming!!! So I want to go out...I mean, it's a Saturday night right? But how do I go out with friends without making it cliche? Haha. I wish I had more time on my hands. I'd bake red velvet cupcakes for everyone with cream cheese frosting and overwhelmingly cute red and pink sprinkles. Red velvet cake is so boss.
Blink-182 is back!!! For reals, summer 2009, here they come. I bet you they're doing it purely for the money. Why else would they do it? Despite that, I think for nostalgia's sake, I'm gonna go see them when they tour. Even if I don't like their new stuff...just for the shits and giggles, I gotta go. I don't even listen to that genre of music anymore. For some reason, the latest stuff I've discovered is mostly electronica rock type stuff. Weird? Yes.
So last night there was a slow car chase through the streets of Los Angeles. Gotta love LA, we throw a car chase on every tv station because it's breaking news. I even broke out the bag of chips, it was pure entertainment. Anywho, the guy drove his white Bentley at like 30mph all over LA then ended up near Universal Studios on Lankershim, biding his time and not getting out of the car. I was sitting there waiting for him to get out of the car. Everyone thought he might be someone crazy famous since he was driving a freaking Bentley and the paparazzi were everywhere. I swear, I was totally on the bandwagon thinking that it was Chris Brown in the car...it would have been sooo cool if it were Chris Brown. It's like OJ Simpson slow white car chase part deux. But it wasn't. It was just some rich dude who then shot himself to death. And then the SWAT team had to come and get his body out of the car around 1 am.
I don't really have anything else to say. Kello2123 wanted me to blog, so this goes out to her. Lovers since 2002. KELJORDIA FTW. ||\m/||
Friday, February 6, 2009
i knew it!!!
random stuff DOES always happen to me. I think I woke up this morning with pink eye...dammit!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
why thursdays suck
It was raining today. You know, one of those, like, 10 days all year that it rains in LA. We don't know how to handle rain down here...we don't know how to drive in it, and many of us feel like our plans are deterred because it is raining. People in Seattle would laugh at us, acting like we are snowed in sometimes just because water is falling from clouds. I got pretty wet walking across campus. That was not cool.
There are these trees at school...I call them 'spunk trees'...they basically smell like, well, you know, spunk. And if you don't get what I'm saying...go figure it out yourself, it's too awkward to talk about. Anywho, these spunk trees have like little white blossoms that bloom once a year, and everytime they bloom, the surrounding areas around the trees smells like spunk. It's really gross, actually. So I didn't realized I had parked under one of these spunk trees at school today. And it rained, and then some of the white petals from the flowers on the tree fell off and stuck to the hood of my car because my car was wet. Dude, the tree came on my car!!!
I had to sit through three meetings today: 2 group projects and my business fraternity. I also squeezed class and work between there. In class, I was so bored I shopped online and bought myself some new jeans. At work, I was asked when I was graduating, and when my last day of work would be. I was also asked whether I had a job lined up for after grad or whether I knew what I wanted to do. Did I mention that that's the question I least like to hear at the moment? The answer is 'no, I don't know.' For the first time in my life, I have no set plans.
Someone asked me if my friend was my boyfriend today. I was taken by surprise that I said NO in a tone of disgust. I didn't mean it to come off like that. It's just like, wtf, really? Come on now.
I didn't get to leave school til 10pm tonight. I had to drive home, in the rain, in the dark through the canyon. That place just gets hazardous if it's been raining all day. Mini boulders and rocks come falling down off the canyon wall and you gotta drive around them or else your car could get a flat tire or some serious damage will be done to the undercarriage of the car. I had to drive over some small rocks...there was no way I could avoid it. I was on a curvy turn and there were cars behind me...I hate when I have to drive over them because then I'm always paranoid that I'll get a flat or that I've done damage to my car. And then if I get a flat, I will be all by myself, side of the road, in the dark, in the pouring rain.
So then I got on the freeway, and I was going 70mph. That's not that fast...or at least I don't think so. And I swear, I hydroplaned a few times...I didn't realize it initially...then I was like, whoa, I can't control my car, wtf? Oh shit! Hydroplaning is not fun, and not cool, and freaks the shit out of me.
Then I went to a gas station because I was getting really low on gas and the last thing I want to do is get stranded in the rain. So I went up to a pump and paid using a credit card. The gas nozzle didn't pump. And I KNOW how to pump gas. I've been doing it since before I could drive. So I tried 3 more times on my own before I went to talk to the attendant. I hate empty gas stations after 10pm. I always feel so vulnerable in places like that by myself. The attendant made me try again, and I did, and then I told him it seriously wasn't working, so he cancelled my card transaction on that pump and I moved to another pump that did work. Just because I'm female, it doesn't mean I don't know how to pump gas.
The other day I went to CVS in Malibu. There are some serious freaks, weirdos, and creepers in Malibu. I saw two bums fighting outside of CVS, like one was bullying the other. The only reason I went to CVS anyway was because I had a few minutes to kill before going to the Starbucks next door to meet someone. I had heard on the radio on the way to school that CVS sells at-home drug test kits and I was curious as to how much they cost and how they worked. So I wanted to find them...but I didn't find them. I was walking around some aisles randomly, thinking of buying jelly beans and one of the weirdo looking guys comes walking by. He stops to look at me, says, "Oh, you're really pretty" and keeps walking...I was caught off guard and kind of felt violated because of the way he said it. It wasn't one of those genuine compliments, it sounded more like he was a sexual predator/creeper and I was just grossed out. So then after he had walked like 15 feet away and I kind of was like in the "wtf" mode, he turned and yelled at me "WHAT? YOU DON'T SAY THANK YOU???" Uh...no. I don't say thank you to fucking weirdos, excuse you. So at that point, I decided that I didn't need jelly beans and it was time to leave CVS.
I swear, the most random stuff always happens to me.
There are these trees at school...I call them 'spunk trees'...they basically smell like, well, you know, spunk. And if you don't get what I'm saying...go figure it out yourself, it's too awkward to talk about. Anywho, these spunk trees have like little white blossoms that bloom once a year, and everytime they bloom, the surrounding areas around the trees smells like spunk. It's really gross, actually. So I didn't realized I had parked under one of these spunk trees at school today. And it rained, and then some of the white petals from the flowers on the tree fell off and stuck to the hood of my car because my car was wet. Dude, the tree came on my car!!!
I had to sit through three meetings today: 2 group projects and my business fraternity. I also squeezed class and work between there. In class, I was so bored I shopped online and bought myself some new jeans. At work, I was asked when I was graduating, and when my last day of work would be. I was also asked whether I had a job lined up for after grad or whether I knew what I wanted to do. Did I mention that that's the question I least like to hear at the moment? The answer is 'no, I don't know.' For the first time in my life, I have no set plans.
Someone asked me if my friend was my boyfriend today. I was taken by surprise that I said NO in a tone of disgust. I didn't mean it to come off like that. It's just like, wtf, really? Come on now.
I didn't get to leave school til 10pm tonight. I had to drive home, in the rain, in the dark through the canyon. That place just gets hazardous if it's been raining all day. Mini boulders and rocks come falling down off the canyon wall and you gotta drive around them or else your car could get a flat tire or some serious damage will be done to the undercarriage of the car. I had to drive over some small rocks...there was no way I could avoid it. I was on a curvy turn and there were cars behind me...I hate when I have to drive over them because then I'm always paranoid that I'll get a flat or that I've done damage to my car. And then if I get a flat, I will be all by myself, side of the road, in the dark, in the pouring rain.
So then I got on the freeway, and I was going 70mph. That's not that fast...or at least I don't think so. And I swear, I hydroplaned a few times...I didn't realize it initially...then I was like, whoa, I can't control my car, wtf? Oh shit! Hydroplaning is not fun, and not cool, and freaks the shit out of me.
Then I went to a gas station because I was getting really low on gas and the last thing I want to do is get stranded in the rain. So I went up to a pump and paid using a credit card. The gas nozzle didn't pump. And I KNOW how to pump gas. I've been doing it since before I could drive. So I tried 3 more times on my own before I went to talk to the attendant. I hate empty gas stations after 10pm. I always feel so vulnerable in places like that by myself. The attendant made me try again, and I did, and then I told him it seriously wasn't working, so he cancelled my card transaction on that pump and I moved to another pump that did work. Just because I'm female, it doesn't mean I don't know how to pump gas.
The other day I went to CVS in Malibu. There are some serious freaks, weirdos, and creepers in Malibu. I saw two bums fighting outside of CVS, like one was bullying the other. The only reason I went to CVS anyway was because I had a few minutes to kill before going to the Starbucks next door to meet someone. I had heard on the radio on the way to school that CVS sells at-home drug test kits and I was curious as to how much they cost and how they worked. So I wanted to find them...but I didn't find them. I was walking around some aisles randomly, thinking of buying jelly beans and one of the weirdo looking guys comes walking by. He stops to look at me, says, "Oh, you're really pretty" and keeps walking...I was caught off guard and kind of felt violated because of the way he said it. It wasn't one of those genuine compliments, it sounded more like he was a sexual predator/creeper and I was just grossed out. So then after he had walked like 15 feet away and I kind of was like in the "wtf" mode, he turned and yelled at me "WHAT? YOU DON'T SAY THANK YOU???" Uh...no. I don't say thank you to fucking weirdos, excuse you. So at that point, I decided that I didn't need jelly beans and it was time to leave CVS.
I swear, the most random stuff always happens to me.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
how about love?
How do you measure a year in the life?
So I've been listening to Weezer's Red Album and there's this song on there, "Get Dangerous" and it just reminds me of all the stupid shit I used to do. Growing up in suburbia, my homeslices and I didn't have many things around here to entertain ourselves with. So we would take to terrorizing the neighborhood for plain old shits and giggles. We did just about every silly shenanigan imaginable. Since our two feet would be our main form of transportation, you often found us at the shopping center, playing around in Rite Aid or the grocery store. Doing stupid stuff like racing in shopping carts, etc. It was basically our version of getting dangerous. And I loved it. I miss being carefree.
Today I read an article on CNN about the government SNAP program (aka Food Stamps). Did you know that the most food stamp money a person can get per month is a maximum of $176? Try splitting that up, day by day. It's just a little over $6 per day to eat off of. $6 might not be that hard to eat a few meals off of...but $6 to eat healthy, nutritious meals...that might be a problem. We wonder why 1 out of 3 kids in the U.S. is overweight or obese...look at their average family income... I will bet that most of the time, they are from families with an income below average.
I'm lucky to have been born into a privileged life, but sometimes when I read stories of disadvantage and struggles, it just makes me so heartbroken. Almost every news story on CNN's front page has been depressing as of late, with the poor economy and all. People losing their six-figure annual salaries and scrambling to get hired at thier local Kohl's for a part-time retail job that pays $8-13/hour. It's not like they chose to get fired, shit happens to the best of people too.
Some shady guy approached me last week at a gas station asking me for a couple bucks. Sure, he was shady, and there was the very high possibility he was also an alcoholic looking to feed his addiction. And yet...I know some may call me an 'enabler', but when I'm approached by people like that, I can't help but wonder...what if...what if...you really just need a couple bucks for gas...to get home, to get to your job, to feed your family? So I gave him a couple bucks. Was I a sucker? Possibly... I just don't like to make judgements or decisions based on someone's appearance or impression...there can always be a back story to everything. I guess that's just my way of saying that I choose to believe in the good of people...
I'm not sure what else to say...except to end this on a happier note...I totally watched Gossip Girl tonight. I can't express how much I secretly love that show. The manipulation, the ridiculous behavior, the juicyness of it all...it makes for good entertainment.
Oh, and I watched the Super Bowl this weekend! I was rooting for the Cardinals...not like I'm a real fan, but because they were the underdogs and no one else in my house was on their side. They played a good game though, gotta give them that...and a 100 yard sprint to touchdown? Baller.
So I've been listening to Weezer's Red Album and there's this song on there, "Get Dangerous" and it just reminds me of all the stupid shit I used to do. Growing up in suburbia, my homeslices and I didn't have many things around here to entertain ourselves with. So we would take to terrorizing the neighborhood for plain old shits and giggles. We did just about every silly shenanigan imaginable. Since our two feet would be our main form of transportation, you often found us at the shopping center, playing around in Rite Aid or the grocery store. Doing stupid stuff like racing in shopping carts, etc. It was basically our version of getting dangerous. And I loved it. I miss being carefree.
Today I read an article on CNN about the government SNAP program (aka Food Stamps). Did you know that the most food stamp money a person can get per month is a maximum of $176? Try splitting that up, day by day. It's just a little over $6 per day to eat off of. $6 might not be that hard to eat a few meals off of...but $6 to eat healthy, nutritious meals...that might be a problem. We wonder why 1 out of 3 kids in the U.S. is overweight or obese...look at their average family income... I will bet that most of the time, they are from families with an income below average.
I'm lucky to have been born into a privileged life, but sometimes when I read stories of disadvantage and struggles, it just makes me so heartbroken. Almost every news story on CNN's front page has been depressing as of late, with the poor economy and all. People losing their six-figure annual salaries and scrambling to get hired at thier local Kohl's for a part-time retail job that pays $8-13/hour. It's not like they chose to get fired, shit happens to the best of people too.
Some shady guy approached me last week at a gas station asking me for a couple bucks. Sure, he was shady, and there was the very high possibility he was also an alcoholic looking to feed his addiction. And yet...I know some may call me an 'enabler', but when I'm approached by people like that, I can't help but wonder...what if...what if...you really just need a couple bucks for gas...to get home, to get to your job, to feed your family? So I gave him a couple bucks. Was I a sucker? Possibly... I just don't like to make judgements or decisions based on someone's appearance or impression...there can always be a back story to everything. I guess that's just my way of saying that I choose to believe in the good of people...
I'm not sure what else to say...except to end this on a happier note...I totally watched Gossip Girl tonight. I can't express how much I secretly love that show. The manipulation, the ridiculous behavior, the juicyness of it all...it makes for good entertainment.
Oh, and I watched the Super Bowl this weekend! I was rooting for the Cardinals...not like I'm a real fan, but because they were the underdogs and no one else in my house was on their side. They played a good game though, gotta give them that...and a 100 yard sprint to touchdown? Baller.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
it's really not the end of the world.
So I didn't have the best of days today. Cue that David Powter one-hit wonder,"Bad Day" song. At least that guy has that song...people like me will play it after they have a bad day. Haha.
I started my day off with Weezer, iced tea, and a red velvet cupcake. Cupcake for breakfast, freaking good choice. I don't know why things decided to go wrong. I mean, I guess it wasn't that wrong, it was just kind of inconvenient.
My phone froze while trying to receive a call. I had to take out the battery to restart my poor phone, which has also suffered a drop from my hand in the last few days. The thing just feels so plastic...I kind of want a new phone, but I don't need a new phone. Oh, and the damn phone decided not to receive some calls too for a few hours, I guess.
A couple hours later, my computer stopped connecting to the wireless network at school...even though it was connected fine for the entire day before it.
I was at school until 10pm tonight. I didn't get home til around 10:30pm. I still have to complete a bunch of GMAT hw for my GMAT test prep class at 10 am tomorrow (or today). When I got home, I found out that my MacBook's AirPort was having trouble connecting to my internet at home too. So I repaired the AirPort but it just makes me sad that it's having problems and the computer's like a month old. Maybe it's time to go to the Apple store...if I can even find time to go to the Apple store. I feel like I need to pencil in the simplest things in my schedule.
I don't get why I end up so busy. It's overwhelming and I'm getting tired. I'm only in 12 units of class...and only 11 of those units are in class instructional. I don't even spend 11 full hours in class a week. I probably spend closer to 8 hours in class. I only work 10 hours a week...when I don't skip work for a group project or some other important reason, like a doctor's appointment. Some days I feel like a chicken running around with its head cut off.
And then, at the end of the day, when I'm frustrated that technology hated me that day, and I wasn't really connected to anyone by means of phone or internet for like 6 hours, I realize...it's really not the end of the world. Yeah, it sucks, but suck it up, move on. Get on with life. Tomorrow's a new day. There are people who are in crises right now that are far more serious. Children are dying of hunger, people are caught in brutal civil wars. You don't have to look far, people are suffering in one way or another. How many people became unemployed today and had to go home to their five children and explain that it's gonna be harder to make ends meet? To think that I get upset because my phone fails, or my computer fails, is so trivial. I have a good life, I've always been incredibly blessed. I'm not going to take that for granted. I'm a firm believer that things happen for a reason...and even if I don't get why it happens, I think I'll figure it out in due time.
At the end of the day, I remember, I'm just a tiny speck in a world of over 6 billion people.
And that's enough preaching...
I started my day off with Weezer, iced tea, and a red velvet cupcake. Cupcake for breakfast, freaking good choice. I don't know why things decided to go wrong. I mean, I guess it wasn't that wrong, it was just kind of inconvenient.
My phone froze while trying to receive a call. I had to take out the battery to restart my poor phone, which has also suffered a drop from my hand in the last few days. The thing just feels so plastic...I kind of want a new phone, but I don't need a new phone. Oh, and the damn phone decided not to receive some calls too for a few hours, I guess.
A couple hours later, my computer stopped connecting to the wireless network at school...even though it was connected fine for the entire day before it.
I was at school until 10pm tonight. I didn't get home til around 10:30pm. I still have to complete a bunch of GMAT hw for my GMAT test prep class at 10 am tomorrow (or today). When I got home, I found out that my MacBook's AirPort was having trouble connecting to my internet at home too. So I repaired the AirPort but it just makes me sad that it's having problems and the computer's like a month old. Maybe it's time to go to the Apple store...if I can even find time to go to the Apple store. I feel like I need to pencil in the simplest things in my schedule.
I don't get why I end up so busy. It's overwhelming and I'm getting tired. I'm only in 12 units of class...and only 11 of those units are in class instructional. I don't even spend 11 full hours in class a week. I probably spend closer to 8 hours in class. I only work 10 hours a week...when I don't skip work for a group project or some other important reason, like a doctor's appointment. Some days I feel like a chicken running around with its head cut off.
And then, at the end of the day, when I'm frustrated that technology hated me that day, and I wasn't really connected to anyone by means of phone or internet for like 6 hours, I realize...it's really not the end of the world. Yeah, it sucks, but suck it up, move on. Get on with life. Tomorrow's a new day. There are people who are in crises right now that are far more serious. Children are dying of hunger, people are caught in brutal civil wars. You don't have to look far, people are suffering in one way or another. How many people became unemployed today and had to go home to their five children and explain that it's gonna be harder to make ends meet? To think that I get upset because my phone fails, or my computer fails, is so trivial. I have a good life, I've always been incredibly blessed. I'm not going to take that for granted. I'm a firm believer that things happen for a reason...and even if I don't get why it happens, I think I'll figure it out in due time.
At the end of the day, I remember, I'm just a tiny speck in a world of over 6 billion people.
And that's enough preaching...
Friday, January 30, 2009
five, four, three, two, one...
BOOM!!!
Hear that? That's the sound of my mind exploding. Like that old school Eve and Gwen Stefani song "Let Me Blow Ya Mind." Only difference is that I don't have a cool ATV to roam around on like they did in that music video. I did go ATV-ing once in Kauai, HI. Remember when Ozzy Osbourne got into an ATV accident and it was on his reality show and he got seriously injured? Yeah well, that one time I went ATV-ing, I think I almost flew off my ATV. We were going through the tropical shrubs and stuff and there was a narrow dirt path and I didn't turn my ATV fast enough so the front wheels started going up the lip of the dirt path. This is like 30mph and I'm a novice ATV rider. So anyway, I felt my whole body lurch forward, like almost over the handlebars but I turned the steering column as fast as I could. For the rest of the trip, I watched the road and didn't accelerate as crazy on the turns. Damn, I could have ended up like Ozzy.
Anyway...I digress. My mind's exploding. I can't fathom stuff anymore. Talk about making the most of my last semester at Pepperdine. 3 months til graduation. Craaaaazy talk! I'm nervous. Scary economy. Gotta jump on that job hunt bandwagon along with all those unemployed Americans.
I'm kind of excited for the next 10 years of my life. For the first time I don't have a solid plan in action. Things will have to just go with the flow.
So it's the end of January and I still have yet to accomplish or at least, begin to accomplish any of the goals that I set for myself this year. I'm such a slacker.
Today I was in class and I was going through DeviantART looking for vector style artwork that can be used as wallpaper on my new computer. So anyway, I realized I had a DeviantART account that I made 5 years ago back in 2003 at the ripe young age of 16. It was kind of ridiculous to see my blog posts on that thing and see what my interests and worldview were like 5 short years ago. Blast from the past, man. I was so innocent and closed off...more like oblivious. I didn't know chicken salad from chicken shit.
I feel like doing something dangerous. I started a blog...dangerous enough? Stay tuned for more non-sequitur thoughts.
Hear that? That's the sound of my mind exploding. Like that old school Eve and Gwen Stefani song "Let Me Blow Ya Mind." Only difference is that I don't have a cool ATV to roam around on like they did in that music video. I did go ATV-ing once in Kauai, HI. Remember when Ozzy Osbourne got into an ATV accident and it was on his reality show and he got seriously injured? Yeah well, that one time I went ATV-ing, I think I almost flew off my ATV. We were going through the tropical shrubs and stuff and there was a narrow dirt path and I didn't turn my ATV fast enough so the front wheels started going up the lip of the dirt path. This is like 30mph and I'm a novice ATV rider. So anyway, I felt my whole body lurch forward, like almost over the handlebars but I turned the steering column as fast as I could. For the rest of the trip, I watched the road and didn't accelerate as crazy on the turns. Damn, I could have ended up like Ozzy.
Anyway...I digress. My mind's exploding. I can't fathom stuff anymore. Talk about making the most of my last semester at Pepperdine. 3 months til graduation. Craaaaazy talk! I'm nervous. Scary economy. Gotta jump on that job hunt bandwagon along with all those unemployed Americans.
I'm kind of excited for the next 10 years of my life. For the first time I don't have a solid plan in action. Things will have to just go with the flow.
So it's the end of January and I still have yet to accomplish or at least, begin to accomplish any of the goals that I set for myself this year. I'm such a slacker.
Today I was in class and I was going through DeviantART looking for vector style artwork that can be used as wallpaper on my new computer. So anyway, I realized I had a DeviantART account that I made 5 years ago back in 2003 at the ripe young age of 16. It was kind of ridiculous to see my blog posts on that thing and see what my interests and worldview were like 5 short years ago. Blast from the past, man. I was so innocent and closed off...more like oblivious. I didn't know chicken salad from chicken shit.
I feel like doing something dangerous. I started a blog...dangerous enough? Stay tuned for more non-sequitur thoughts.
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