ASC Pt. III

I just can't seem to sleep, though my eyes are quite heavy and sadly, there's no online to talk to.

This is most likely to be a useless post so don't even bother reading it.

I kind of get lonely a night... not just kind of, but extremely.

When I get sad I sometimes look at comments on this and other webpages that I've made and read back the conversations... sad, huh?

I like thursdays because I don't have class and My Name is Earl is on.

Some girl in my cultural studies class thinks I'm uptight about sex... whatever. If she only knew.

If I could live on coffee, I probably would.

Now that I think about it, why don't I?

I once went to a gay cafe`... it was completely by accident.

I haven't heard Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper in awhile.

My brother said you shouldn't get a job related to something you're really interested because then you get sick of it... I wonder if he's right? I'm really sick of books.

My brother is in his late 20's, lives with his parents, doesn't have a girlfriend, and seems kind of lonely... is it like looking into my future?

Why aren't I watching Conan O' Brian?

I haven't worn my Buttercup key chain once this year... Has that object ever popped on this version of my blog?

I keep two blogs, which is really weird. They're exactly the same. One is on blogger, which I kind of view as a public thing, and one is on livejournal which is exactly the same, but I veiw it as a private thing. Where's the difference? I dunno...

I sometime think about converting to Judaism...

I haven't cut my hair in awhile. It's not that long. I'm too broke to get it cut.

My father hates when I don't get my hair cut. He thinks it's the end of the world when my ears aren't showing.

I usually grow it out and donate it to cancer kids.

I have really bit feet... size 12s. I know I've said that before, but I always bring it up when I have nothing else to say.

If I could change one thing about my appearace it would probably be... hmm... chest. There's a lot I would change though, but I've always hated my chest.

I have a bet going over which member of the Who will die first - Roger Daltry or Pete Townsend... I chose Pete to be the last surviving member.

If I had to chose for other groups - Ringo for the Beatles, Richards for the Stones, and Mike Love for the Beach Boys.

The question always comes up: Beatles or Stones? I have always chosen the Beach Boys. Wouldn't it Be Nice, God Only Knows, and Help Me Rhonda... case closed.

Kate Beckinsale and Halle Berry are probably my biggest celebrity crushes... but I'm not obsessed at all.

You know that Kate Beckinsale if part Asian?

Asians didn't invent pasta... it's a fucking lie!

The biggest myth about me, I think, is that I'm a good friend. I don't know about that. I think I'm pretty bad at it. I try my best, but with the amount of people that come and go, I don't think my best is quite good enough.

I have AIM, and it loads everyday, but none of my 3 friends on it ever log on.

Same goes with Yahoo.

I have two MSN accounts... one for the people I like, and one for the people I block.

Still downloading the lake house...

I watched a bunch movies today: Clueless, and the two Bridget Jones movies... Yea, Jane Austen really warped me into becoming a romantic. Her and Meg Ryan.

I somtimes look out the window and think that someone out there is thinking the same things that I am... but knowing my luck we aren't under the same stars.

I bet no one knows why I used the line "Under the same stars".

My favourite line is music is probably "Watching Grunge Legdrop New Jack throught a press table" from Weezer's El Scorcho. If you know what that's referencing then I'll buy you a double double.

I haven't had cream in my coffee for quite some time.

But I want sugar in my tea.

I think the hardest pain I will ever feel is when I realize, like really realize that the person I love the most will never love me back...

It hasn't hit me yet.

I'm waiting for the day when I can love again...