an entry.
written: 6:53 p.m. on Thursday, Aug. 26, 2004

All right, so it's China vs. Lithuania and I'm probably going to witness China crashing out of the basketball Olympics, but it's still basketball. Yay. Basketball rocks.

I typed some pointless and dumb shit here about me cutting GP today which is supposed to be this amazing thing because my attendance, prior to today, was practically flawless (except this one day on which I was apparently absent but I don't rememebr not being at the ang moh's class ever), but it was so dumb and painful that I decided to delete it.

Tomorrow's gonna be fun.

It's Mel's birthday today. I love you darling. Sorry I destroyed the envelope; I was never artistically-inclined anyway. Wasn't the card funny though? I was at Hallmark and when I picked it up and read it I started laughing to myself. Fun times.

The vending machine wasn't constipated today. Shite. No pun intended.

Oh my god. I can't believe what I said here. And I'm not referring to the mushy, crappily-written and nonsensical second half.

I mean, I like JJC better than SNGS?!?! Fuck me inside out! I hate both schools but I definitely hate JJC a lot more.

Then again, I think it hardly matters. Being anti-establishment, unconsciously too, basically means hating every institution to which I am being forced to conform.

I'm reading the second disgusting mushy shitty second half now. I hereby declare to the world that I am stupid. Very imbecilic and retarded. I am the dumbest dumbwit in the whole entire stupid world.

What the hell was there to be ashamed of? So yeah, I've done things. Right. Some guy saw me naked. Wow, what a surprise, a major shock, yadayadayafuckingda.

Who the hell cares? Who hasn't done stuff? Who can blame me for being virtually holed up in a bloody nunnery for almost ten years? I mean, we all have hormones. We all have hormones that rage. It just so happened that mine raged a lot more.

Yeah, big deal. I don't understand anymore what the hell I was so bloody pedantic and anal about. Ugh. Honestly, if my 17-year-old self and I were different people, we would not be friends with each other at all. In fact, I would not be friends with any of my previous selves.

I mean, my taste in the opposite sex was absolutely abysmal, and to some extent, it still is. Trust me to fall (or whatever) for someone way out of my league, so that whoever comes along in the future would hardly seem to measure up anymore.

What did I say about me being absolutely stupid?

I wish I could delve into this somemore but I have to go eat, and then shower, and then do Hypothesis Testing, and then watch basketball in peace. Joy.

Happy Birthday Mel. Let's buy alcohol together and get drunk and shit. Wahoo. Love ya.

before sunrise // before sunset

Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010