February 2011
55 posts
I have three goals:
1) To master this insane move in yoga
2) To be able to go throughout a school day without a nap
3) To get a Girl Talk concert ticket. It’s meant to be, DAMMIT!
I want to DAAANCE!
January 2011
15 posts
Hehehe..
ME: Do you want it in the back, too?
My bestie: That’s what HE SAID.
Ahahaha, dying a little bit inside… No, a lot. :D
Tonight, I am balanced.
Thank you Monday, for yoga.
Thank you Tuesday for learning everything there is to know about rotating/ renewing brakes.
Thank you Wednesday… for my 3 hour-long nap followed by an hour-long workout.
If I wouldn’t have worked out tonight, I think I would have felt so useless, haha (compare it to feeling brain dead). My cousin thinks that all Californians have this mindset that one has...
Just because...
“Sensational”
By me :)
Touch;
Touch you
Feel you
Heart beating
Hand-holding,
Mind blowing.
See;
See you
Watch me
Relentlessly
Frantically
It’s mesmerizing.
Hear;
Hear you
Say “You”
Phone ringing
You talking
Like angels singing.
Smell;
Smell you
Warn you
Need Tic-Tacs
Your breath’s wack
Mint attack!
Taste;
Your breathe
Peppermint...
A four and a half hour lecture about gasoline...
Oh, how fun.
I love foreign men
English, perhaps? YES :] A yummy Englishman stumbled into my class today, and in my mind all I wanted to say was, “Oh, ello you fine man.” With his little shades on and long hair… he was yummay with a hint of mmmMMM :D
Dear John Lennon,
Why do you have to rock my socks so hard?! I’m glad I found your 1h 17min long CD last week. All because of that, I was jamming to one of your songs on my way to school and a creepy truck driver was staring at me. Note: My drive was an hour long, and I couldn’t get rid of him for half of my drive. Minus his face burnt into my brain— which reminds me of a Wizard of Oz...
WHY do I have to be sick?!
whyyyyyyy…
:(
On the plus side, I think I know what I want to do. Now I just need to gain some motivation for everything and I’m solid.
I commited suicide
In my dream of course. Uh duh. It was an epic death though. I threw a grenade, leaped, made the sign of the cross across my chest, and boom— flash of white followed by darkness. Then I woke up, and in my dream I was dead… but people could still see me? And I was like, “Hey, I’m dead,” and they’d say, “Awhh man, that sucks.”
But yeah, I was...
Untitled
The drops drip
Slip, slide, streak
Down the way
Frowned little freak,
Gripping the carpet
Life lesson learned,
Dreaming to run
Awakened; dream adjourned.
“The older the berries, the sweeter the juice”
– My Auto Mechanics teacher… what a thug. haha
Casino-ing it UP!
Kind of, not really. haha. My brother, my dad, and I went to Morongo last night… and it was interesting. My dad played blackjack, and of course the guy next to him was from Kuwait. It happens all of the time, where my dad runs into fellow Arabs. Awesome stuff, haha. Then the lady and young man to the right of my dad were teaching me the game— thank youuu. After my dad’s luck...
Rated M.
Fucking shit. Alright, so claiming that whenever he (a certain fellow, he who will not be named) thinks about me, he can’t help catching feelings for me. So, what do I do? Since, of course, I really like him. (Oh how about this, I’ve been liking him for three years now. Yeah.) Anyways, I call him to wish him a Happy New Year, due to the distance between us. He says he’ll call me...