I’m just so mad today man. Everything is bugging the living shit out of me.
Sometimes I feel like California isn’t for me. However, I have been here for 80% of my life. I wish everything was walking distance, you wouldn’t get anywhere without a car.
I wish I was in New York, Jersey, or Massachusetts. Everything seems to be of walking distance over in those areas and the metropolitan system here is a total waste of electricity.
I remember when a close friend of mine liked me and I played with their emotions. I’m such a terrible person, but it was almost a year ago when this happened.
I took that person out with me to go eat and while I was driving, that person had their hand on the gear. They didn’t know that I knew their secret of them liking me because another friend of ours was signalling things so that they wouldn’t tell me directly because I’m sure it was a secret. Anyway, I put my hand over theirs and started to caress it and I saw their face in the mirror in the visor. Safe to say that they were probably melting inside with fumes of lust. The closest reaction I got was blushing and sweating that told me these things.
Too bad he was one of my bestfriends and was a dude. Always gotta save the plot twist.
So today consisted of a lot of bowling and chatting. Too bad Kristen couldn’t come because of some (lame) Badminton tournament. Anywho, it started with the three of us, Timmy, Alex, and I and then Brandon later came.
I was spewing out so many stereotypical shit because Brandon’s Chinese and he always has to bet someone when we’re playing against each other. I lost a dollar to him. We bowled for four hours, 9 PM to 1 AM and my arm is sore from throwing 9 and 10 pound bowling balls and missing most of the time. We played a total of 6 games and I only won 1 because I suck at bowling.
And it was Friday so they had the lights off and the stupid disco lights kept messing with my eyes.
Anyway, they asked if I wanted to go to the casino and I was like no because I don’t really gamble. I end up losing money away. I need to go to sleep soon so I can get those orders out. $180 dollars in orders… *throws confetti*
Sometimes eggs, rice, and soy sauce are the best things to make a meal or I’m just really hungry.
Its 2AM and I’m finally home.
How many journals?
I sometimes wish I had started this blog in a journal, on paper and pen. If this blog was all translated into pen and paper, it would have natural scribbles and crossout marks instead of typos, small doodles at the end of every corner instead of hashtags at the bottom of every post, and I would be able to flip through pages naturally instead of having to click “Next Page.” Instead, I always liked having a blog because of the people on here. Having a little small niche of people that you can talk to and how they could relate to your posts.
Having a journal would mean that I would be able to write things out more in a isolated fashion, with more deep and personal thoughts. It would be awesome to have stacks of journals that showed the evolution of my handwriting, that’s the only thing I would benefit off of it. I necessarily didn’t care much that the whole world could read my blog; however, I did watch what I post on here.
Sometimes I wish parallel universes did exist so I could see the outcome of something in many ways by the choices that I chose. Four years and counting on tumblr, how many journals would have been used for all this?
The stereotypical Asian American teenager is so ugh.
It makes me cringe and I don’t like speaking of it because my cousins are exactly what that site has intended. They really thought they were cool because of liking a colour (crip/blood) type of shit.
It’s more prevalent in the S. East Asian community because let’s get it straight here, we’re fucking poor.
But damn, I never was like that and I’m glad video games saved my life and deviated me away from that.
