Archive for November, 2000
November 4, 2000 at 7:35 pm · Filed under Rigamarole

Look at these three cutie pies!
Wow.. My first time really getting along with Vietnamese people!! IM SOO AMAZED! hehehe.. From left to right is me, nick, and minh. Nick’s pretty cool. So is Minh, even though he makes fun of me for being gullible. I think I just have an affinity to guys named Nick now. I wonder why. HMMMM. 
Life is good.
November 4, 2000 at 5:13 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I ate meat today. At least I think I did — I’m actually not too sure because my friend said it was fake bacon. But oh well. I ordered it. I ate it. i didn’t realise it would have bacon on it.. — who ever orders SALAD thinking that there will be meat in it? ..
Not I.
Foolish me, I suppose.
November 4, 2000 at 4:48 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
The Chem SATII kicked my ass. It didn’t just kick my ass. It picked me up, threw me across the room, beat me to a pulp and then SPIT on my entrails. That’s how bad it was. Yeah. Apparently I suck at chem. Even though I am the only one with an A in that class. How pathetic is that? We must REALLY suck.
On the brighter side. I watched Shakespeare in Love! it was a really sweet, romantic movie. I was so impressed at the way that they mixed all the lines together…
Though… I haven’t heard so many different names for boobs in a long time… Bosom.. Apples.. Puppies… Wow. hahaa.
I have an 8 page essay to write by monday. Anyone hardup for some cash?
November 3, 2000 at 9:15 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I hate women. I really do. Women are the bane of my existance. Without women, I would have no problems. They should have never let a woman be a captain on Star Trek. Now they have a false sense of confidence and equality. Women SUCK.
November 3, 2000 at 9:13 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
My mom and her friend are ranting about men. I wonder if I’m going to sound like that when I’m older. I wonder if I sound like that now. I probably do… after all.. You DO become your parents. Uh-oh. I’m gonna be an endless nag?… Damn.
November 3, 2000 at 9:09 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Life. What is wrong with my life? What is right with my life. I’m considering writing about my crackhead mom. But then it would become the “complaining” essay. Gag me.
November 3, 2000 at 8:28 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Sometimes I want to die. Just take a bunch of pills, slit my wrists and die. But then, I realize I’m too lazy to go buy pills and am too scared of pain to slit myself. Bah. Maybe I should jump off the overpass.
November 3, 2000 at 6:13 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
SAT II’s again tomorrow. I am in a completely defunct state right now. I feel as if nothing I will ever do will let me into college. Ah. I guess I’ll just end up going to Cal Poly. :T Niall and Chris Chang will be there. John Yang too, I suppose that is comforting.
Ok. Not really. But hey… I can pretend I want to go there, right?
:crying:
November 1, 2000 at 10:07 am · Filed under Rigamarole
November. I sit here and try to think of a subject for my college essay. Yes. My essay. What can I write about? There is nothing about me that I am passionate about enough to base my whole future upon. I mean: how in the world can somebody base my entire life on something they took 2 minutes to read? I do not know.
Sigh. Break time. Must jet.
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