On Politics

My Vote for the upcoming propositions in California.

1A: Yes
2: Yes
3: Yes
4: No
5: Yes
6: No
7: Yes
8: No
9: Yes*
10: Yes*
11: No*
12: Yes*

Note: Does 11 sound crazy gentrification?

*= Not sure. I need to learn more.

My Prerogative

1) I don't like Rob Schneider.
2) I don't know how I feel about people treating me like I don't know much and believe loosely.
3) I don't like that I have little time for any and everything.
4) I don't like feeling abandoned by the "cross-cultural community".
5) I don't like onion breath.


1) I do like that I know all the lyrics to almost every Britney song. This is cemented by My Prerogative coming up on my Britney station in Pandora.
2) I do like that I am trying to make the most of my time with everyone.
3) I do like thinking about my research paper and getting really good advice and spending good time with cool people.
4) I do like trying to eat better and having really thick strong onion breadth from carne asada.
5) I do like rebuilding old relationships that have grown apart.
6) I do like the blogspot spell check so I do not look a fool.

http://store.barackobama.com/Shirts_s/1034.htm

I like the Alexander Wang one. Obamz is doing well.

It's like a Keebler elf doing beautiful spoken word.

I do love him.

86 BANG

My webcam is not loving me and making a lot of static when I try to record a song. I have a quote in my vast book of quotes for this kind of happening:

"WOMP WOMP WOMP"
-Daniel Nguyen


I have a crazed expression in my eyes. I am a crazy horse winning powers!

HAPPY 7-11 WORLD!

Something I have not introduced to the world, alas I have done you wrong, is my love of Coke Slurpees. Recently discovered during this past school year, my relationship with soda (bleh) or ice (bleghhh) has never been the same. I remember my first taste of a coke slurpee, in sixth grade when Burger King offered this amazing wonder. Both a beverage, a dessert, and a pathway to happiness, I tasted the sweet, tangy, and bubbly sensation of an ice cold coke slurpee. A year later, Burger King discontinued their gift to humanity (after the rodeo cheeseburger of course), and I was left thirsty, warm, and pining.

Coke slurpees are amazing. I have at least one a week. In these past few weeks, stranded in the middle of heat waves in San Gabriel, I've turned to these drink several times a week, at least once a day on the hottest days. Like Whitney to Coke, Whitney to Bobby, Dorosister to Grace Young -- NO! All of these are not good enough!!! (Okay, Dorosisiter and Grace Young are the greatest!!!). Coke Slurpees to me and the Sam Ronson to Lilo. Yes. The slightly wrong, but oh so so right delight.

Okay. Jake is coming to pick me up, and though my throat is a bit phlegmy and sore, I will soarrrrr to spectacular for Coke Slurpees. Go in and say "Happy 7-11!!" and have your happy 7.11 ounce slurpee.

Also, if you are planning to hit up several 7-11's, reuse your lid. It's the least you can do.

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!!!!!!!!!


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