It was also W, B, and Michael Jackson's birthday. Happy birthday to them too. B is 26, W is...34? And Michael Jackson is old. And that's all I have to say about that.

Is is a big deal =\ I don't know what to do.

On a lighter note I was harassed from Arroyo to Markland on my way to pick up my brother. Stupid mofos.

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I think I'm finally learning to appreciate the friends I have that seem to love me unconditionally. This past year has been rough. I know I've been somewhat MIA but I haven't forgotten any of you. Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for listening to my blather no matter how depressing or mindless or random. Thank you for caring.

I'm restless. I don't know if I can sleep.

Ms. M: I had a friend who had four breasts.

T: Where were the other two?

Ms. M: They were right below the first two. Well, actually she had more of the possibility of four breasts.

T: So she had three breasts.

Ms. M: No no no...it was the possibility of four--

T: I don't get it.

Ms. M: She had the possibility of four. She had an extra two...(draws picture of baby bottle on overhead and then draws arrow to the top part)...of these.

T: Ohhhh she had four nipples.

Ms. B sent an email to us telling us that she's going to go harass the school district people about getting us our paychecks. Thank feekin goodness. Went to IKEA today looking for drawers and a coffee table and such. There's a lot of stuff we need =\ Going to the apartment tomorrow. Have to go take measurements.

Okay so I'm guessing that many of you had figured that out a looong time ago and probably think I'm incredibly slow for not realizing this sooner. Well first off I'd suspected that I wasn't particularly engaging quite a while ago. Secondly--I am a little slow. That's why it took me a while to confirm this. I usually need some time to sort things out in my head before coming to any conclusions.

After racking my brain I realized that there is no subject that I can talk about extensively and/or knowledgeably, and very few that I can talk about at all. I've lived quite the sheltered life resulting in me being quite the naive one. I've never had any intense passion for anything. I mean there are things that I like but nothing that I've become an expert on. I've also never been really good at anything. There are a few things I can do, just not exceptionally well. The whole thing is rather depressing, actually. Hm.

That would explain the mundane blogs. Bwahahah.

Anyway...

1. What is your current occupation? Is this what you chose to be doing at this point in your life? Why or why not?: It's called being a student so I can get a real job in the future.

2. If time/talent/money were no object, what would your dream occupation be?: Playing music.

3. What did/do your parents do for a living? Has this had any influence on your career choices?: Teacher and graphic designer. Nope...no influence.

4. Have you ever had to choose between having a career and having a family?: Not yet, maybe not ever.

5. In your opinion, what is the easiest job in the world? What is the hardest? Why?: Easiest job in the world? Doing something you love. Hardest? Doing something you hate. Enough said.

I do recall having more to say, but I suppose that'll have to wait considering I can't seem to remember what it was I was going to say. As usual.

If I had a third boob I'd put it on the back of my knee. It'll be good company for all the hair I'm going to transplant there.

Oh yes. I was quite surprised to discover that K likes to rock the car as well. Oh yes. Good times good times.

XL gets her cali rolls sans avocado! Aguacate! Gooooood feekin lordage that's insane. The avocado is the best part!

Oh yeah. On Friday I went to the Hollywood Bowl with the Brother because the uncle had tickets. It was a good, good show. We ate subway sandwiches and drank Transfusions (I don't know why they're called Transfusions but it's grape juice, ginger ale, and lime) while we listened to some good Tchaikovsky. If you want to see 1812 performed live, you need to see it done at the Hollywood Bowl. They make a huge production of it. Fireworks and the Trojan band and everything.Well, I don't think anyone was paying much attention to the poor Trojans because of the fireworks. Bwahahah.

Before I close, take a look at this. Great article. I can identify with some of it because I went to the same pinche escuela where instead of being the pinche chino, I was the fucking chinita. No kidding.

Leah's sister is a funny child. Clam chowder soup for the soul. Yum. Went to go get some stuff to drink/eat with Leah and Sunflower Girl last night after a failed attempt to make it to the Bowl (it's all good I'm going tonight to the Tchaikovsky thing =D) and chilled for some time in my driveway, watching out for the possum and listening to Leah's out-there stories and such. He's mos def one of the most open, laid-back guys I know.

Okay here is a strange question that Sunflower asked me: if you had a third boob where would you put it?

I have strange friends.

There's an ant on my balls!!!

Anyhow, it was a good night.

Going to the booowwwllll....

It was a good day.

Checked out Nisei week yesterday in J Town. Saw Sar and her parents. I went w/ K. So yes, yesterday consisted of going downtown, getting my booty whooped in Monopoly (rawrrrr K is a wiener), going to a park and making two trips to Jack in the Box. Weehaaa.

She's got her hands up on her knees and her bows on her thighs. Ahahahah.

Ai yi yi yi yi.

We had quite the lengthy discussion yesterday regarding lesbians. What did I have to say about it? I still don't get it!!! Why do you guys think they're so hot?! I've had several people try and explain the whole dynamic to me but I still don't get it. Someone please help me out here.

You know there are a lot of little contemporary art galleries in SF...

"The Beaner of Love?"

"Mom, I think it says Bearer."

Are you from China or Hong Kong???

Los Angeles!

Oh yeah, I'm back.

Happy birthday to him and her--both on the fourteenth. One day late because I was all up north and all. Happy birthday yo. She's finally legal ahahahaha.

Crazy thing that happened yesterday: ran into M from camp/Jr Y. Craaaazy. I was all up in Gilroy doing some outlet shopping when all of a sudden I hear "Kelly!!!" and *BAM* there she was also all up in Gilroy doing some outlet shopping. I haven't seen her in a year or so. Was cool por vida. Turns out she's doing hula so maaaybe I'll go check out her performance at the end of the month. Weehee.

I'm rather tired so that's all for today. Dinner w/ Damy mañana. Not in Vegas only because I'm sick of driving boonie roads (rawr).

I'm thinking of the Eden-something version of that. I think they're some sort of christian group. I don't know. I heard about them through DMan.

But it is a lovely day. Went out with K yesterday and going out with a bunch of people for Leah's birthday today. I'm going to be gone from monday until wednesday so somebody take over the blog for me...=\ I can think of five or six people who have access to it other than me. Rawr. It's going to be rather quiet up in here, up in here. I'm thinking of the DMX version of that.

Wouldn't it be funny if we celebrated Leah's birthday without Leah there? I remember my friends once celebrated my birthday without me. They all got together at Sunflower's house and danced and talked and laughed and got a cake and candles and everything and blew them out. They taped everything and sent it to me. It was my fifteenth birthday. How sad (j/m I know it wasn't like that...=))

For my sixteenth birthday I got to take the PSAT. Sixteen on the sixteenth...haha. That was my best test score ever.

Hrm. I digress. Although I don't seem to remember what I was talking about to begin with...

I'm still the holder of the Single 4 Life contract (which has been broken several times over since we had drawn it up in AP gov senior year) which is no longer on display but folded up nice and neat in a bag somewhere in my room. I will have to hand it over to Sar sometime. (BTW something spilled on it...sorry about that...but everything is still readable)

Meeting up w/ Damy for dinner next week. Haven't seen him since--his birthday =X His birthday was in June. Creezies.

Today is the day of the Tofu Festival in Little Tokyo my dears. Mommy is going to perform and Sar is going to be in the company of plants at the JACCC plaza thinger. It'll be good.

I woke up feeling very good today. Except for the cramp-y part. But other than that I felt quite good. It was the first time I've slept in (i.e. past 10:30) in a verrry very long time. Then I had my apple roll and then I went to Tea Zone to get my peach slush sans tapioca. Yum. Although I remember it tasting better than what I had...hrm.

There are some things I must do/try/see/whatever.

Read: I've got Jane Austen's Emma and Amy Tan's The Bonesetter's Daughter in my queue and I just got started on Amrita by Banana Yoshimoto--which Barnes and Noble finally decided to carry. I also found another Yoshimoto book there that I don't have but it was a hardcover. Decided not to get it quite yet.

See: Stanley Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange. I hear it's highly disturbing yet very good.

Visit: The Hollywood Bowl! I also realized on Sunday that I really really like contemporary art. And other such things. Like contemporary furniture (my favorite is still the Eames Lounge Chair and Ottoman for obvious reasons...now I feel bad for breaking it) and stuff. Did I mention that dwr.com is quite the awesome site? I think LACMA is my favorite museum but I want to go to MOCA because I haven't been there in years.

Now I'm starting to ramble. I don't remember what I was talking about. So anyway.

If you know what I'm talking about, good for you. But that's all I have to say about that.

What I am eating: an apple roll high in lactic acid.

I dunno yo. Hm.

Happy birthday K (one day late because I was in his barrio all day yesterday) and happy birthday Tbone (one day late as well).

Yesterday was perfect. K is awesome.

Anyway...not too much has been going on lately.

Oh dear Oishiri told me that our Japanese teacher (formerly the nicest person in the world) is all cranky now =( Behavior reminiscent of a certain sheep fetish-y tube-tied honors english 3/4 teacher. Oh dear oh dear.

Speaking of english teachers...

Cal Girl: I love Gov. Gray Davis. I wanted to marry him.

Ms. B: Uh oh just don't become an intern.

Cal Girl: Oh yes I'm going to steal him from his wife.

Ms. B: That's it--we're getting Cal Girl kneepads for her birthday.

Dr. M and I start laughing

Cal Girl: I can't believe it...dissed by my former English teacher.

Ms. B: They're for when you pray together...of course.

Cal Girl: Good save Ms. B.

"I would sell my little brother's brain so he can't bother me anymore."

On another note, here's an anagram-y thingie. Quite interesting. It's an applet so loading time isn't too wonderful.

Mos excellent afternoon at the Getty, dinner in LA, and doughnuts back at home. Now it's time for some QT in Irvine. Peace out jiggas.

If you know my school address send the email there. Arrr...

Been a somewhat eventful past few days. Dinner on Tuesday, K and apartment stuff on Wednesday and Thursday, and shopping and hula and some other apartment stuff on Friday. Details later. It's getting late and I have flute choir tomorrow. Flute choir and a concert...!