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I was just reading FML, and I was wondering... well.... does everyone in the entire world watch porn?
Or look at it.
Whatever.
But seriously.
I once was leafing through one of my Halmoni's books, and after I read a few pages, I had to put it down, cause, seriously, yuck. Isn't there anyone like me out there? Honestly. It's kinda hard to attract girls if you constantly look at porn, guys!
I found out that Evanescense wrote My Immortal. And I finally found out that that's what the song is called! Yay!
Ew, I still feel awkward after reading so much FML. I hate my ability to pick up awkwardness! It's frickin annoying! I always feel so awkward after I read FML, but it's so funny, so I keep reading it! I'm an idiot, but I don't care.
I have Empathy!
But it's annoying.
Oh well.
Yesterday, I got filmed for CKC-Muzak, and also part of my lesson got filmed! Yay desu! I'mma be so famous! I'm getting filmed a lot recently! It's because I went to LA on the first day of the new year. This is the year! I can feel it! This is gonna be the best year ever! Desu! ♥ ♥ ♥
Awwww, My Immortal is such a sad song. It makes me want to cry.
I cry too much, seriously.
But still.
It shows I have Empathy And Sympathy For The Human Race.
I just watched the video for Bring Me To Life, and maaaaaan was it depressing! For some reason, I kind of liked it, though.... maybe it's my emo side raising it's ugly head. I do have an emolicious side, you know... I like black and winged out eyeliner and sad music, but I have such an inferior complex I can't stand to wear anything that's not girly. I also have to wear makeup every day, which is hard on me to skip the eye makeup until Easter. See, on Tuesday I decided to put on as much eyeliner and everything as possible, so I packed it on, and then when I tryed to take it off that night, I was rubbing at my eyes for like, half and hour, and they were really sore after that so I decided I'll give them a break until Easter. But dang, it's hard! I looked so ugly today, too. Then I put on really glossy lip gloss and pulled my bangs back on top of my forehead to disguise the greasiness and then I looked totally mean and snooty. But I still look ugly.
At least I look thin! Yay! I lost a lot of weight for some reason! Desu! I'm happy! ♥
Oh dear. Mom just wants to read a blog.
She was looking for this on her computer, but, for some reason she was looking under my email adress. How the heck did she find that, anyways? Time to change the pass!
It'll be!
d-i-c-k-h-e-a-d!
No, I'm kidding.
That was my login password for awhile, though.
Then I changed it to....?!!
Not telling.
So buzz off, creepface.
OWWWWWWW foot cramp!
It hurts...
I know you're supposed to take a spoon of mustard, but that seems worse than having a cramp in the first place. Even if I did used to eat it. (You know, those little condiment packets? Ketchup and mustard were good. Mayonnaise... not so much.)
Oh dear. Zac needs to make a phone call for the all-important redlands Bowl audition and he hasn't yet. He will soon be in, as the French say, "Le Soup."
Dad, Sungmin, and Kitty are off in Pennsylvania visitng our relatives, who, except for Grandmother, are all versions of Dad in differing ages and genders. It's rather hilarious.
Chuahahahaha, I'm sure Kitty is having a faaaaaaabulous time watching the adults smoke and drink...
Nyah!
Mom apparently wants me to go write a xanga or something, but I don't want to. Xanga's are a pain. Because I can't put my heart and soul into it.
Meowhahaha....
I IM'd Delia (my cousin) and Mark (the guy I met in church) for awhile last night. The night before that, I IM'd Mark and Thomas. Yay desu! I love to IM!
Mark is cool, I guess, but he keeps wanting me to go to Youth 202 and I don't want to go to Youth 202! I'm not even freakin in high school yet! (Although neither is he) Whenever I'm not there he asks like "where were you last sabbath??" um, I was in Orange County....
Although I don't think he believed me when I said that, (even though it was TRUE) becuase he saw me in church later, and how would a person be able to do that??? EH?
Actually, we just got done fast so we went to University for church service. Since we didn't want to stay in the oh-so-healthy atmosphere of the Korean church. I speak as an experienced church-goer-of-Asian-churches: If you're a ryoka.... I mean a foreighner... (Bleach on the brain) then always go to the Chinese church because they're nice people and they always have FOOD! (Don't laugh, it's important!) Or you can go to the Japanese church, or the Filipino church, but not the Indonesian one or Korean one because they're mean. (NOt that I've ever been to the Indonesian church, but Jade has, and she told me) Nah, Korean's are lovely people, but they just.... they don't like me becuase I-
THEY HATE CAUSE I'M A ROCKSTAR!!!!
No, I'm kidding, and they don't hate me, they just don't like me because I'm a ryoka. No, I mean I'm half white. So they don't like me. I feel like Inuyasha! Aaaaahhhhhhh! Or maybe they do like me and I don't know it. Actually I think they like me but they don't like me, if you know what I mean. Right?
I don't identify as white or Asian. I classify myself as a different species entirely, sort of like Ranma1/2. (Except not boy/girl, but you know what I mean) I also feel like I'm inferior to everyone because I'm half.
Sheesh, what am I saying? I sound like a brat! (I am a brat!) but anyway, I complain too much. I'm not a real person either way, and everyone has their cross to bear, so why am I complaining at all?
Ohhhh light of love, I figured it out!
I finally figured out that this...
Iunno, feeling...
I always felt like I'm the different person and the odd one out so that I'm not a real person at all! That's why I want to go to high school (or wanted to) and why I wanted friends because I wanted to be normal so I could finally "find my place in the world" or be a real person! All this time everyone has been thinking I'm shallow (which I am, but...) and just wanting to follow the crowd but really I'm trying to turn into a real girl! I feel like a Rozen Maiden. Or Pinnochio. Or something. I just wanna be a real person...
I felt this all my life.
Even when I was a little kid.
Even when I was a baby.
I always felt like the one that y'know, the one that the teacher didn't have enough coloring books for so you got a printout instead? You know? (That was always me, too) Why the eff am I complaining so frickin much?
I'm not one of these selfless, honorable, perfect-but-misunderstood-and-horribly-neglected-and-abused manga heroines. I'm just a pathetic human being WHO WHINES TOO FREAKING MUCH!!!!!!!!
I can't stop writing self-pitying things whenever I get on here. Maybe it's some sort of medical condition, you know, the kind where-
FISH FOOD!
Mom wants me to clean up the house!
I negotiated to finish this song first, so since it was half done I nobly and honorably dragged the line back a bit.
I'm such a bad girl.
Nyahhhh... kids, do not be like me...
I'm sooooorry, I can't be perrrrrrfect...
I LOVE SIMPLE PLAN!!
Not as much as I love Paramore.
But still.
Do I love Evanescance? No, I do not. I merely love their two songs.
My immortal and Bring me to life!!!!
(You know, for the longest time I thought it was Wake Me Up Inside...)
Oh well.
I FREAKIN LOVE THIS SONG!!
Fork, it's done. Now I have to go clean up. Crud.