fucking hell. balrrrrrrrsadlkf;sjdgklsdfjdsf.fds.v.

anyway.
i bought 'the da vinci code'
cause there are only about 200 requests on the library copies
and coz i havent read it yet.
dur.
i need to find out for myself whats so hype worthy about this book.
and yes, i can think of better ways to spend $10 on a book

i just read the first sentence of it
and cringed
cause it screamed suspense paperback!!!!!1111
or something.
but thats ok


lauryn hill's song Doo Wop (That Thing) is addictive...
i should really be working now, btw
too lazy

plus i need to do some major changes to my blogshit
cause its been shit
and unupdated
and my blogroll needs to be edited
cause half of them are gone slash defunct

um.

frig. its so late and it looks like i'll be agonizing hours to do homework shit for tomorrow morning. ahhhhhhhhhh.

kkkkkkkkkkkkkk.


oh man
did you know that Musicianship = sexiness
its easy to drool over musicians
denise did so today
although she wouldnt have done that if the guy didn't play guitar for her
HAHAHA
it's the Power of John Mayer Songs.
i think i madly fall in love with my school senior band drummer every time there is a school band concert

then i obsess about that for a while
and i have imaginary conversations w/ him
and then i want him to be my friend.

he was in my art class last year. with his twin.
he sat w/ the other korean dudes.
i didn't.
im a mini.
DUH.

stupid ass cliques
they're not even cliques per se
its more like What You Just Do Anyway Even Though You Know Its Retarded
sort of thing.

i read a poem called "the pool"
and i really like it.
i like poems with lots of imagery shit in it
i pretty much despise poems that contain large, over-the-top wisdom and enlightenment
they bore me
or offend me
or piss me off

maybe its a good idea to post that Poem that i've written
you know, the one that got me a $25-cash prize
in a stupid contest
a contest held by a club
a club led by yuppies

i dunno why im rambling
i feel bad
and im marked "appear offline on msn"
because i feel like it.

that thing, that thing, that thiiiiiiiing.

over-the-top arrogant blogs beat sad emo reflective blogs any day.
this is why xiaxue's blog (as well as her about 8 other blogs) is fucking addictive.