After the blog that i posted via itouch, i kept complaining that i was hungry so me and my cousin went downstairs to eat. I stood there in the living room while eating and my aunties that i haven't seen in a year asked me questions about school, home, boys, and basically life in general. I politely answered them all and ate quickly so i could get the freak outta there.
After eating, we went back upstairs and sat against the wall with my ipod. My cousin and her friends were using the computer, reviewing and editing the shots that we filmed today. I really wasn't interested in any of that shit. But when they laughed and turned around, i laughed along with them even though i had no clue what they were laughing at. At one point in time, i had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom just so i could get away. I turned the sink on and shed a couple of tears. I regained myself and went back up there with them.
We started talking and naming movies and fishes and stuff. We told jokes. Played Dirty Minds. They all think i have a poop fetish because i replace 'shit' and other 'bad words' with poop'. LOL so I'm like "What the poop?" "I'm so pooping hungry." LOLOL don't ask.xD And i told the joke "Whats the difference between a black guy and a barrel of poop?" "The barrel." LOL. All in good fun but i wasn't really feeling it. I wasn't in the mood. So Sarah's friends left a little before 12. I was so friggen tired. I was dozing off but i couldn't sleep cause there was a few more minutes till 12 and moneey. We finally got called down to get our red envelopes. I got 10 total not including my dad, mom, grandma, or grandpa. I'm guessing theres $5 in each so $50? Not that bad, i guess. My parents are where the big money comes in though.(;
I thanked everyone and wished them a happy Chinese new year. Yea yea.. they eventually left and every five minutes, i complained about how tired i was. So my cousin got out this mat thing with a blanket and pillow and told me to sleep there while she tried to edit the video. I wasn't use to sleeping that late cause the whole week, i slept at 10ish and it was about 1am. Sigh so eventually, i went to sleep.
I dreamt that this one boy asked me to be his valentine. It was too adorable to resist so naturally, i said yes. Then he asked me to give him a handjob. LOL. In my dream, i was like hesitant but i think i did. But now I'm trying to figure out who he was. I remember he was as cute as a button, he had medium length hair, he was a bit taller than me. Was he blonde? I think he was white... curly hair? I don't know but his face is SO blurry to me right now. That perverted son of a hoe. I even told him that i was afraid he only wanted sex and such. But he said sweet things and i think i gave in. Sigh, i don't know why i just wrote that for the world to see but... BOY in my dream, show yourself. You seem so familiar but like a stranger at the same time. Like i know you but i don't. Help me out, boy.
Screw Valentines Day is all that i have to say. I even had a friggen dream about someone asking me to be their Valentine. But I'm a bit confused about something. So if someone asks you to be their Valentine, does it mean that they are together? Like boyfriend and girlfriend. Or only for that day? Or... I don't get it. But what if you're already going out. Does the boy still ask his girlfriend to be his Valentine? Don't you just love how slow i am? I don't get it...
Yea..awkward... How the hell do i have an awkward moment by myself? I guess I'm just an awkward person. How come people go like "Sooo...” or "Yeep...." "Um..." Those awkward phrases people use to end awkward silences. Its stupid. It just makes the awkwardness and tension more known.:/
I said 'awkward' 6 times in this tiny paragraph. Not including the one in that sentence. LOL.
Alright done.
Song Lyric of the Day"
"Jane Doe, i don't even know you but i know, fosho, that you are beautiful. So baby let me know your name. Cause I'm terribly attracted and overly convinced that she can be my princess and i could be her prince."
Sunday, February 14, 2010
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