Oh, goodness, I haven't had a chance to write about anything in the past few weeks! Or days, maybe. Anyways.
We came back from Ching Ming on Sunday. It was soooooooo fun! I ate so much I thought I'd get really fat, but I didn't. Also, I finally got to meet my super-smart cousins, and they're all really sweet. I had a great time hanging out with everyone, and I can't wait to put up all the pictures on Facebook! The only problem was the car ride up. You try being crammed in the backseat with two, hyper, fighting children, both trying to read your notebooks and diary and listen to your iPod, all while asking inane questions like, "Hey, Jassy, what if you ate a pickle on a refrigerator?" and making inane statements such as, "Hey, did you know Ichigo is strong enough to be a captain? So is Rukia. In fact, the both of them are stronger then Zaraki!" It was pure torture. Of course, I was also finishing up my period, so I had to have a pad sticking out of my pants and looking like I had a dick. Or maybe not. But Iunno. But really! What genius invented pads anyway? I mean, sure they're good and all, but couldn't they have made something that doesn't make it look like you're part boy? Seriously. I ask you.
Fortunately, Halmoni made some food for in the car, like cookies, sandwiches, coleslaw and brownies. I probably ate waaaay too many of the sweets, and, of course, as you know, "when a girl gains weight she can't lose it again." Thanks, Zac. Really boost my self esteem...
At any rate, San Francisco was awesome, and I wanna go again next year. We went to this little 99¢ store, and I bought a ton of stationary. I even got some Monokuroboo things for Jade and Crystal! I'm so nice. (Er, wait, is it supposed to be stationery or stationary? I'm not quite sure...)
Also, last Thursday something soooooo scary and funny happened! It was ah-mazing! I almost die-ed! And the worst part was both the guys were effin' ugly! Ew. So, here's what happened.
I was walking up to Mom's office, just wearing a normal outfit, a hot pink miniskirt, a craizly paisley shirt, and silver flats, when all of a sudden a creepy guy in a 1709 model Toyota (Yes, I know they didn't have Toyotas in 1709, you cheezshit!) pulled up and honked his horn very loudly in my direction. Certain he wasn't aiming at me, I smiled, and continued walking. (I know, I really shouldn't smile at everyone, but that's just how I am) Then, he leaned out the open window, and belted out what sounded like, "Hey, mama!" Oh. Ew. Disgusting. I almost threw up right then and there, especially since the guy was about fifty years older than your grandma. He waited at the stop light for a really long time, probably waiting for me to cross the street so he could get some more ogling in, but smart me, I stayed standing on the sidewalk, unwilling to get hollad at. I made it up to Mom's office in one peice, only to discover that Karina had cancelled the lesson, so I now had to hang out at work for six hours. I was so bored, I made myself up with the sexiest lip look ever, and then I wandered off to explore campus. After that, I was hungry, so I decided to walk down to Cafe Society, which is really close to the church (which is on campus). I got into the parking lot, but as soon as I had crossed the street, (stupidly) smiling at the people in the car who had waited for me, the selfsame car pulled up next to me. It was red. And ugly. And very ugly. But who am I to judge? "Hey, gotta minute?" yelled the person from inside. "Um," said I, intelligently, unsure of what was going on. But, as I am a complete gullible idiot, I stood there on the sidewalk waiting, I thought he needed directions, actually. Just then, a guy hopped out of the backseat and approached towards me. "Um?" I said again, hoping we wouldn't have to "grapple". "Hey," he said, in what he probably thought was a cool and suave way. "Hi," I said. "How are you?" he questioned, approaching closer and closer. I backed up. "Do you remember me?" he asked, desperate for a conversation. I looked at him closely, wondering if he was drunk. "I guess not," he sighed dejectedly, then perked up again. "I'm Emmanuel," he said, looking me straight in the boobs. "Er, nice to meet you," I mumbled, extremely freaked out. "You too," he said, coming even closer. "Hey, I can see you're nervous," he observed, noting my expression and constant backing away. And what brings you to that conclusion, Albert Einstein? "What's your name?" he asked. "Maria," I said, inventing one on the spot. "And do you live here?" he asked, gesticulating at the parking lot behind us. Maybe he thought I was related to the dandelions inhabiting the cracks near the senior pastor's parking space. "No, I live in San Francisco," I said, managing to keep a straight face. "Ah, so you're going to school in S.F..." he noted, still watching my boobies. I nodded, still keeping ahold of my Poker Face. "So you're visiting here?" he asked, nosily. "Yes," I said, still thinking I would be force-fxcked any second. "Well, I can see you're nervous," he said again, apparently believing if he stated this observation it would make me more amenable to his cause. "I just wanted to tell you... you're beautiful." "Uh..." I said, wondering if he had a very good grasp of the English language. "So, I'll go now, but I just wanted to say that you're really beautiful, and..... yeah. Beautiful." he agreed, making his way back to the car. "Er, thank you," I said, walking off quickly. Then, when they drove away, I took of running. "Could it be I overdid the chic lip look?" I questioned to the world at large and recieving a puzzled look from a medical student walking by. "Could be," I gasped out, as another person in a car looked at me with delight. When I finnaly got to the door of the restaurant, I was really pooped, so I went inside and bought some coffee and potato salad. Then I went back, uneventfully. Whew!
But, beautiful?
Gee, I'm touched.
Goodness.
I feel like a model.
Oh, and it happened today, too. I was scootering outside, and a guy drove past in a car. A boy about my age was hanging out the window, and when he saw me, he stared, stared some more, and waved shyly. I'm not sure, but I think he may have been blushing as well. Yay, I now have a fan club. Ooh, maybe he was related to Emmanuel! Cha!
I need a shower, and, as dad still isn't back, I think I'll go lock up those deeeeeeaaar little lovebirds.
xoxoxo~♥~
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