drive you to die.. yeah today was a waste of my life. I mean i'm on the internet all night usually...but i can't do that in the daytime. Its just a waste, cuz no one's there to talk to. Like...FUCK..what am i supposed to do if i can't get outta here dude? I was lectured into the grim realization that I'm gonna be dependent on my damn parents for the next 5 years....oh yeah, i forgot..i'm a spoiled, rich, asian kid. hopefully, i find someone to take me away from alla this shit. I loved the feeling of being so free on that boat on Saturday..like i was flying. Little things can piss me off yanno and when people IM me and say "HI !!!!" and say they have to go, BEFORE i can even respond. DUDE you're killin me. That kinda thing can drive a person to suicide. Really..it CAN. God..i feel so..unwanted, yanno that feeling? its like i'm gagged and wanna scream. The worst thing to do to a person in this vulnerable and delicate state...is build that person up and break them down two seconds later.
anyway i talked to chandi last night...seems that her "buddy" err..made the moves on her on her birthday. COUGHfor5minutesCOUGH...that made my night.i was half excited, half grossed out for her. Just kidding, i'm kool with that farkin character. Ken and Lee cheered me up a lot. Yanno, simple chit chat that makes me smile saves me from myself. Thank you. [high five]
I was bored and took the "Date-able test" on thespark.com Ken took it too..we got different percentages..he gotta 75% and i got a 68%, but we got the same result thing. Now i'm starting to doubt the credibility of these online tests ! haha..
Damn, J-Lo! You are...
68%
dateable! Attractive and confident, witty and charming, a healthy ambrosia-based diet... you're wanted in the 48 contiguous states, you slayer. Call me. Seduce me. Make me a man (or woman.) Not only do you know how to turn a guy's (or girl's) engines on, but you also know how to oil, lube and rotate it. You put the "elation" back into "relationship," and the "night" back into "one-night stand."
manic depressive day i swear, my outlook on today was pretty good. I cleaned my room, talked to chris, downloaded a bunch of Lauryn Hill. Chandi called and said she was meeting whats his face over here so they can go to dinner in Valencia. She came over, watched some tv, had some chips and pepsi...she changed..picked up her party pics from wal mart, came back...and she sat there talkin to my parents..they were having a good time. Then...her "buddy" arrived. I answered the door..it was great. He was mega-slouched kinda lowering his head saying very timidly and and rehearsed "Is Chandana home?" I just started cracking up dude. I like fell on the ground. He came in..and they left saying things like "Thanks mom, bye mom !" haha i was like.."Ok you kids be careful now !" Yeah..then i started watching this Michael Jackson 30th anniversary thing on VH1. And i was biting into a soft, dried papaya...and my tooth fell out ~!
OMG, my right crown fell out...its like a front tooth..i started freaking out and my mom didn't pay ANY attention to me, she was on the phone. She put her finger up in my face giving me the "wait a minute" look. I started to cry and she didn't even look at me. I was freaking wiggin out dude. I went to the bathroom to look at it and the decapitated tooth. It was kinda bleeding..and it actually hurt. When they put the crown on...they gave me a root canal...shaped the dead tooth into a stub so that they could put a whte gold cap on it...Well the stub broke off with the cap..so i'm fucking screwed...denture time for me. So after assessing my situation, i walked out of the bathroom to my mother who had finished talking on the phone. I showed her and her reaction was..laughter. She was fucking laughing at me. I wanted to stab her in the face. She called the dentist's office almost crying with laughter. Yeah..fucking pound down my self esteem. I sat there hugging my pillow trying to get my mind off of it. I looked in the mirror and ...it looks horrible. So horrible..that i forgot to cry. Now i probably won't be able to see chandi or rachel this week cuz i'll be busy fixing my teeth. God damn..why am i so cursed? And when bad things happen to me...they come in groups!! Why the fuck does this happen to me? WHY? It fucking tears me apart...it does..it does....