the grossest thing i've ever seen in my life.

I've seen many disgusting things before. Public bathrooms and people who decide to poo on the seat, or women who shit and are on their period, and decide not to flush. Roadkill in which the guts looked like they were squished out of the anus. A decapitated fly (ok, that may not be too bad, but i think about if I were headless and then feel uneasy).

What I saw today trumps them all.
My roommates used pad.
On our bedroom floor.

To me, no used pad ever should leave the bathroom unless the trash is being taken out, and the pad is in the big plastic bag.
UNDERSTAND ME~!?

*disgusted to the max*

Another thing!

The preacher man~!!
the tall, wonderful voiced, preacher man who is usually in btwn dwinelle and wheeler, or in front of sather gate!!!!

SO!
i always want to listen to what he says, cause he's the most docile one of all the icons on campus.
I was walking past really slowly one day, and i heard him say this in deep, amazing voice:
"I only know one word in vietnamese. I can't tell you that word, it's a dirty one." *chucklechuckle*

i like how he chuckled at the end~
^_________^
imma miss things like this~

straaaaaaaannnggeeee~!

SO!
this was on tuesday:
Walking to Tolman, off to my adorable gsi's OH, and i almost got hit by a bike.
But it wasnt my fault!!!! i was walking, and she just kinda swerved out of the bike area into me.
I said, "sry" and this is what happened next:
Her: Oh, no, sry! o shit, wait wait!
me: huh?
Her: can you tell me if there is a stain on my butt? *half falling off her bike, she sticks her butt in my direction*
me: no, but... there's a hole...
Her: O yea, i kno about the hole, THANKS! *bikes off*

the hole was on the inner upper thigh, so not anywhere toootally scandalous.


i took the elevator up to gsi's office, i walked in with the most bewildered look on my face, he asked what was wrong, and then i told him the story.
That man laughs at me too much...


but yes. some people....

i like typing

yes.
very much.
i like typing a lot.
cuase its easy.
i dont like the phone.
its hard to talk to others.
especially if you cant control your voice and its all high pitched and gross.
cant STAND it.
XDD
i like listening to others talk.
most other people have nice voices.
my grad students voice sucks.
but.
what he says is funny.



uh oh, still feeling ANXIOUS.


HAPPI BARSUDAI TWIN~!

larlarlar

My name is Sia.
I have a twin named Bamara.
We're twins from different mothers.
We have ESP.


or, we are just around each other too much...
HAHAHHAHAHA *snort* HAHAHHAHA
huuuuuuhuuuuuuuuhuuuuuuuuu
hyahyahyahya~~!!!
hehehhehee
heeeeeeeeeehheeeeeeeeeeeehheeeeeeeeee.
yepp.
it is possible.

hungry

what i want to eat:
chipotle
tofu soup
subway
persian food
really good ramen
pizza


now give me money.

sleeeeppy

no, not really.

so, since thursday, i've been feeling EXTREMELY anxious. like, to the max.

i feel really really nervous over... i think nothing. there's nothing to be nervous about!

but in the pit of my stomach, there is that tumbling feeling....... and it wont go away.....

so far the only thing that works to bring it down a bit is walking, or going to the rsf, or laughing hysterically (thanx btak~)... but then it comes back like... an hour later~

*cry*

one of my grad students got married yesterday, and it was the first wedding i've been to~

i've been to receptions before, but this is the first time i saw the bride and the groom in one second be free then the next they are legally bounded to each other. it was great.

later that night i saw my professor get drunk. that was great. and i danced with one of my fav gay boys~

^_________^

WHY DONT PPL CALL ME AFTER I'VE CALLED THEM!??!?!?!?

pissy, really. i called my firend on monday and said, hey i'm going to pick up my guitar on friday, and he was like ok. i call him friday about 5 times cause i was in the area, and he didnt pick up, nor did he ever call me back! grargragrar...

yesterday, i called bob twice because i really want to talk to him, and to get rid of my feelings of anxiety, i wanted to go up to the big c as well. but nooooo, of course he doesnt pick up, and of course he doesnt call back.

my roommate actually convinced me to call up white boy afterwards and ask him to walk up with me. he actually answered!! and said he was busy at the mo, but call later that night and see whats up then. did he call back? no. i cried a lil inside. you know what he did instead? fb'd me. and said he just got back to his place and was tired and maybe next weekendish go and have bob go too?

T___________T

actually crying would be stupid, but i felt like crap.

i <3>

huge asshole, but his heart is somewhat in the right place. usually. maybe. i hope so!

im feeling very anxious right now.

its like blargblargblarg.

i want a hug. not just a small simple one.

thats stupid.

i want a good meaningful one.

too bad i cant get one of those anymore. who would i get them from?

unfortunately, i feel like its come to a time where my friends are the ones i dont hug, i hug awkwardly with, or i hug briefly with...

thats fucking horse shit.