So since I have been sitting home and reading really wonderful young adult books from the library like Begging for Change, Thirteen Little Blue Envelopes, and Peeps, I've had time to do things like apply to be Miss Taiwan. Kind of gross, but let's be real. All this Taiwanese pride and goodness that exudes from my soul must be shared. So I made it the semi-finals (a.k.a. the PAGEANT), which would evoke passionate HUZZAHS and a box of Franzia, but alas. Dorosister is in Taiwan, Sma is going to his cousin's wedding, and I need to muster up $300. Also, they have not asked me if I could commit one year of my life to attend 9 functions when I am not going to be in the North America for a third of the year. My mom wants me to do it (she is so proud. LULZ.) but my dad thinks it is a waste of time. My sister only has replied like two lines, so I do not know. I would rather do it next year when she can be present to shout encouraging words as a do my talent. Also, I do not have a talent. Okay, I have many talents, but none that are show-case-able. I told them I would:

a) Play the guitar and sing a song. In order to do this I need to learn how to play the guitar. And sing. Because let's be real, an acoustic version of Hits from the 90's is not going to fly.

b) Do poetry of some sort. I chose this because I still stand firm in believing that spoken word is pretty easy to do. I am not saying that I do not enjoy it or respect it, but even I can dish out a classic realize with real eyes the real lies. Gold. Except I also think it would be really exciting to do Nevermore. What can I say, I do love the EPIC.

Okay so that is my life. I am going to go on a walk with my parents and encourage them now. Here is one of my many talents.

Yesterday me and Sma watched The Fall. Not one to usually rave about movies, but this movie was really good. The Grace Young review is : Very pretty and a very cute little girl. Also, lots of pretty scenery in a very not LOTR way. Bright colors. Very entertaining. We watched it at the two dollar theater because we are way ballin. But the air conditioner was broken. And there was a grumpy old lady who told us to please be quiet because we raised our fist in unison and thundered Tarsan's name.

BOB YO HEADDDDDD.

One of my most memorable calls was also one of the grossest.

It was a fetish call. A scat fetish.

I started out by telling him I was a vegan.

I cracked him up. He was laughing so hard, he had to hang up because he couldn't get back into our fantasy.



HAHAHAHA. I have a bunch of questions for real legit vegans. Come forth and let me ask you questions!!!!!!!!!


http://www.motherjones.com/photos/phone-sex/

My dad came home today and told me that I am black now -- or I will be in South Africa. My sister (on SKYPE) and I were like.. "Srsly wtf?!". It's here.

Great! Here's to LiL Wayne and ME!!!

You waited this long to stop debating/ Cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating.

This is a good substantial post.

Dear World,

Grace Young is in the job market. Sunglassses hut is cool. I would like a pair of fancy ones for myself, my mama, my sister, my daddy, and skeven ma. Also, it was neat that you went to Wachovia today and talked with the lady there and she nicely offered you a maybe job if you email her your resume. Only, she gave you the wrong email and you do not bank there.

I hope to go to Irvine tomorrow. I want to watch people dance all night and join in. Also, I need to get stuff done. Also. I am going to bike to Snakey Jakes home now to give him a list of places that are hiring.

It feels nice that you ate okay today. Alrighy roo. That's all buddies.

-Grace Young

(PS: I am aware that when I have nothing real to write, everything sounds really dumb. PEACE!)

I am sitting on my bed alone in this new apartment. One of the little girls who lives down stairs is yelling for her mom is come because she just pooped. I love it. It's always really strange to come back to a place that you only have known with someone else. I moved in, and less than two hours later Steven Ma was here with me. And now coming back, after finally figuring out how to take the dang bus, to a completely quiet apartment makes me feel unreal. On the plus side, it feels a lot better than living on pins and needles on campus. I'd rather brave a twenty minute bus ride that comes once an hour than walk to some place I can no longer call warm. I can not call my home. This place is ready though. It's brimming with love. Or maybe that is all that I have known here so far, and all that is left behind.

I might make a huge post about my one year weekend. Maybe. Probably not.

But on the plus side, I think her mom finally went over to see it.