Well then. I just took a 11/2 hour nap, and it was delicious. I don't feel any more energetic, though. I've done nothing since I got home but eat, sleep, and watch tv. I also carried a box on my head to my aunt's house, but I consider that irrelevant for the time being.
I borrowed my dad's old watch to wear today. I think Andy may have been the only one who saw. It's pretty cool. My mom showed it to me before and I was like, "Yecchh!!" because it was scratched. But then later I thought, Oh, what the heck... a little scratch never hurt anyone. So I picked it up to look at it again and when I pushed the little button thing in, it started working all of a sudden! When I pulled the button thing back out, it didn't stop. Weird. Is it supposed to do that? It was kinda spooky. Like Spooky Mulder. The only other person I knew that used to watch The X-Files was Yena. Crazy. The series finale sucked. Hey, anyone watch Alias last Sunday? What was going on when he handed her those two ticket-looking things?? Then she goes to play mini-golf with her friends and Vaughn looks like he's stalking her or something. I don't get it. Enlighten me, please.
I saw a dead animal on the side of the road today. It was right by Brandywine on Fort Washington, if you guys care to check it out for yourselves. It's not like I've never seen dead animals on the side of the road. But this dead animal has been there for the past few days, maybe weeks. In fact, I remember my sister avoiding it while she was driving when she came back to Fresno for Thanksgiving weekend. Crazy. So really--when my sister asked this before, I merely shrugged off the question. Now it's becoming more of a serious issue. How do these dead animals eventually get off of the road? I'm sure there's not a job for it, no Roadkill-Picker-Upper, otherwise it would be gone already, not to mention it would be one of the most horrible jobs ever. Oh well. I guess nobody wants to eat it now that it's stale. Just have to wait for the flies to come in and carry it away.
I guess I should've heard of them from you. I'll say hi to someone I know if I see that someone walking straight toward me or right by me. Under any other circumstances, however, it'll be too much of a hassle, no matter who it is, unless that someone sees me and it looks like he or she is going to say hi to me. Is that a bad thing? I don't think so.
My dad is cooking right now. He's working on it real hard. It's like an art to him. I think cooking is different for men and women. At least for Chinese parents who can cook. It smells really good, too. I can tell just by looking at him that, when he's done, he'll feel very accomplished. I can't wait. I want to eat. I want that warm feeling inside of me once more.
Do you guys say hi to people that you barely know from Kastner days? Today I saw Sean Wanamaker [or however you spell it] between third and fourth period. I said hi to him and he returned the greeting. How is it, though, that we still say hi? Same thing with that Michael guy from band. I only knew Sean from eighth grade P.E., where I guess we became friends because we had no other friends in our class. I think I even remember his phone number: 432-0131. Don't call, though. We always said we should go see a movie or something outside of P.E. so we tried to remember each other's phone numbers. Darn Aaron and Irene and Thomas and Yena and all those people who had third period Blasingame. She was really nice though. And Michael, the guy from band who played ... tuba, was it? Something like that. We always say hi to each other, even though we hardly know each other anymore. I guess that's better than just being ignored by people I used to be good friends with, though. Even Jared Clemens, who I know way back from elementary school, said hi to me last week. I regret that I didn't have time to catch up with him. I gave him a brisk "hi" and then kept walking by. I didn't have time to see who he was to say, "Hey Jared!" I guess that's just how these things work. People grow apart over time. I wonder how Eugene's doing. Eugene Kim. We hung out back in the Valley Oak days. The good ol' days. When I was the best trumpeter. Did you guys play Prisoner in elementary school? Or was that just a Valley Oak thing? Good times. Gagan went to Valley Oak. So did Arjun. Good times.
I wish we could just make a video for fun. Making a video for government is still making a video, but you have to include all this boring crap about national elections and primaries and caucuses what not. It cheapens the fun factor a bit.
Is it just me, or are things cuter when they're smaller? Small is cute. Large is grotesque. Am I mistaken? Mistaken am I? Now, he's a superstar, suh-lammin on his guitar. Does your pretty face see what he's worth? Yeah... neither do I. Just cuz he's all famous now doesn't mean he's a better guy. I need more pictures. Maybe I'll bring my camera to school later this week. If I remember. I love these sentence fragments. Like whut. I can't believe it. Mrs Tsai Wong can't imagine me dancing. In fact, she says she can imagine me singing, but not dancing. Okay how come everyone thinks I sing all the time when I don't? I sing the most in the shower and at home. I barely sing at school. It's like crazily c-razy. Insanely ridiculously insane. Meaning, of course, the extent of ridiculousness to which that notion is insane is insane. That cleared things up right away, didn't it? I started singing It's Alright in Comp today, though. It was really fun because I haven't heard that song in a million years. Just now I started singing No One Does It Better, by SoulDecision, the band that sang Faded. I'm kinda faded, but I'm feelin alright! Thinkin bout makin my move tonight. I can't pretend that you're only my friend when you're holdin my body tight! Anyhow. Mainly at school I don't sing for real. I sing in falsetto. It's yummy. Thomas apparently stumbled upon my site for the first time:
Right.Gyradose86: i like
Gyradose86: ur thing
b l u e kerplunk: i like it too
b l u e kerplunk: what's my thing?
Gyradose86: website
Gyradose86: is it urs
Gyradose86: or ur sisters?
b l u e kerplunk: oh it's mine
b l u e kerplunk: yup
b l u e kerplunk: pretty cool
b l u e kerplunk: tell all your friends about it!
Gyradose86: hehe
Gyradose86: k
Gyradose86: i like the stories
Gyradose86: lol
Gyradose86: im reading them
b l u e kerplunk: stories?
b l u e kerplunk: okay
b l u e kerplunk: hehe
b l u e kerplunk: sorta
Gyradose86: well
Gyradose86: not stories
b l u e kerplunk: yeah
Gyradose86: they are entries
Gyradose86: with story excerpts i guess int hem
Gyradose86: lol
If I can't have anybody else but you, baby don't you know what you put me through? I don't want anybody else it's true. No one does it better than you!