Sleeping...

You woke me up.

Breakfast

Omnomnom... I hate eating dinner rolls and other 'White' food for breakfast. Why can't I eat more Asian food, like rice?? And bok choy. And peanut butter.

Blogs

The viewer reads a blog for many reasons, and I hate this one. Some anonymous folk out there see blogs as nothing more than outlets for their immature rants. For the writer of the blog, there is a different motive: They provide their frustrated creator with the delusional dreams of being a published author; Here is an analogy: It is similar to the way a prison warden lets the psychotic inmate scribble 'poetry' on the cell wall so he/she doesn't beat his bunkmate with a toilet seat.

Winter Break

All I've done so far is my homework. And about 30 hours on my Wii playing Okami. What a great way to waste the vacation. I hope we don't go anywhere. I like my house as a vacation spot. Especially my room. And my bed. I've spent most of Winter Break in my bed, and I like it just fine. It has entertainment, food, and some other stuff I have that I won't ever need. DOES LAKE TAHOE HAVE THAT?? Exactly.

Love

It feels so... good. It's not strange, or odd, or wierd; it feels good. But love itself can scramble around minds; twisting every fact and changing each detail of your love, that soon enough, love envelops your life. When a heart is broken by love, it can't be mended. It leaves scar behind; reminding you of the day you foolishly gave in to love. I love love, and yet, I hate it as much. Does love have to be so complicated??

Self-Awareness

A while ago, I watched Avatar in a movie theater in Walnut Creek. It was such an entertaining movie, but I didn't experience all the joy it had to offer. I was uncomfortable in a size 7 jacket my parents said was 'warm'. I had a haircut that made my hair go shorter than my ears. Yes, my parents say I must look proper to the eyes of others. We were the only family in there. The rest were loners or couples ready go into a 69 about anytime soon. So watching the movie, I could imagine hearing people laughing at the strange family in the theater. The only family. The family consisting of a dad with glasses staring awkwardly at the screen, a mom who tilted her head to one side while watching, a small girl chewing and sputtering popcorn, and a Guy with a gay haircut and a 'fat' eskimo sweater. Sigh... when did I become so self-concious?? I liked the days when I wouldn't have to worry about wearing a 'Children's Place' shirt, or a jacket with the ugly words GAP sewn on a fake badge on the sleeve. Yes, back to fourth grade, or maybe even to sixth...

Not my blogs

On my iPod, reading Kimberli's blog. Again. Her blog seems so... Intriguing. She reveals a side of her that I really haven't seen. It's so personal, yet so dazzling. She writes about her personal life activities in addition to her scrambling thoughts. Not worrying about how others view her blog. All the things I never think about suddenly become part of me. Golf, I have never enjoyed; due to the size of the stick I'm supposed to be holding. But when I read her perspective on golf, even playing in the rain seems fun to me. She seems so passionate in her blog, devoting a short quantity of time every day to keep posting. Winnie's blog isn't quite that interesting, although I read it every time I get the chance too. And.. Rachel's?? She has one post, complaining about life. I complain a lot, but I do more than that. :) <<< My1st smiley face. I felt proud to announce it.

I sigh at life...

A bad hand at cards is vaguely similar to my life. I get such a bad deal, but all I can do is complain. Nothing else in my power. Why can't I get a refund for my life?? When I try to do so, I DO get a refund. But it's like the way I get a refund when I return bad food to Safeway. If life can't tell me the answer, is it worth asking??

The life I'm given

I lie. A lot. And I'm actually pretty good at it. My parents beleive me. My friends do. But some of them don't. They've heard how much I've lied, and they aren't beleiving me anytime soon. Even if I tell the truth, they don't beleive it. Why do I lie?? Maybe it's to get over the fact that my existence in this world is so miniscule compared to everyone else's. People say, when they look at the sky, their problems appear less troublesome, as they look at the celestial bodies around them suffering the same problems they do. But when I look up, I just see a mass of white puffs staring me down; tampering with my mind and making me beleive that my problems aren't what they seem to be. Other times, the white puff splatters on the ground next to me while the cries of seagulls pierce the silence. And then I realize that the puffs aren't what they seem to be. Out of all the lives in our so-called 'free' country, why does mine seem to stand out as one of the more uninteresting ones. Questions come to me all the time, but so few are answered.