February 2010
...i really want 'thug life' tattooed in my lower...
January 2010
my first paycheck will go to kinerase and murad products for mom. and a really good belt or a pair of sunglasses for alain. and backpacks from sanrio for bella and my little cousin. and to treat my close friends to a meal.
…hopefully my first paycheck can cover it all.
:D
i hate/love this.
Greatest pickup line? Or GREATEST pickup line?
You: Hey baby, can I buy you a drink?
Her: Sorry, I have a boyfriend.
You: Really? I have a goldfish.
Her: What?
You: Oh sorry, I thought we were talking about shit that doesn't matter.
“Sometimes I think I was born backwards… you know, come out of my mum the...”
– Effy Stonem
always.
rest in peace, jerome david salinger.
“If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing...”
– Michael Jackson
Watch
i often wonder how far my dad would go for me, how much he’d do for me.
it’s kinda funny because i’m only thinking of this now when watching tv spots for mel gibson’s edge of darkness. the last time i really thought about our relationship was during taken.
i don’t really expect my father to go all psycho or killer or anything dramatic of the sort.
i just want to...
- “I Like You So Much Better When...
i should be scared and wary of committments. but i’m not. so i guess it’s one of those things where i have to learn the hardass way.
- “Come Fly Away,” Benny Benassi ft....
- “Mount Wroclai,” Beirut
i...
- “Keep Me Warm,” Ida Maria
oh,...
goals for college:
1) get an internship. it doesn’t matter what kind (i’m that desperate) 2) join some form of campus club 3) go abroad, whether through UCR or another program. 4) [TBA]
for some reason out of the three i feel like i’d have the most trouble accomplishing #2. it’s the easiest, closet, and most convenient. which is exactly why my lazy-ass won’t do jack...
i don’t want to care, even though i desperately do.
you are on my mind every single day. but i feel as though i’m lowering myself by being so sentimental and nostalgic.
i miss you, and i always will.
i don’t regret what i said, you know. i will/can never take back what i said about us; i gave up my pride and ego for you. and i’m willing to do so over and over again.
...
i used to be:
a) extremely punctual b) on top of my shit, no matter what it was c) go above and beyond on projects and assignments
now i am:
d) none of the above.
in the (hopefully immediate) future i will be:
e) all of the above and more.
“People aren’t sand. No matter how many you have around you and no matter...”
– via I Wrote This For You
my eyes shake and vibrate a lot whenever i stare at the computer screen for a long time.
and then i get nauseous.
…
i think i know the reason why.
…and i sure as hell ain’t going to the doctors about it.
i know i can never grow up and reach my full...
i hate the ‘ideal’ american life.
i remember watching vicky cristina barcelona and admiring the life juan antonio had. as a free-spirited artist who lived in a city where cafes and restaurants are open to the early hours of the morning. in spain where they have siestas and a ‘non puritan’ way of looking at life.
i wonder how much of that is real?
melody went abroad to...
i don’t wanna leave home.
i dread school this week.
cs midterm on tue, and psych midterm on thur.
the beginning of the end!
beautiful.
as horrible as this sounds…i kind of miss the days when i used to not have to be in control.
i really miss humid summers and visiting friends in dorms and us stumbling on the streets just drinking and buying kabobs after kabobs of chicken and beef and lamb.
i really miss shoving people into bath tubs and throwing up in toilets next to them.
and i’ll always remember that giant screen...
i'm most often plagued by my own inability to curb...
formspring?
for shits and giggles. and my tiny handful of followers.
ahahaha the professional photograph at the heist 011410
- “Waters of Nazareth,” Justice
this...
“Some people say that love doesn’t last forever. But I’ve met other...”
– via I Wrote This For You
my eyes are sick and weary from the same shit that...
nothing is the same, ever. the people around me, the environment, my interests, endeavors and goals are all different. and yet i feel completely the same - indifferent.
no matter how fucked up or how shot to hell my life is, i don’t panic because things can not possibly get any more shitty and i don’t feel any worse than i normally do.
ha.
and it’s ironic, because i have goals...
classy dreamy smoldering sexy.