Ok, so I am aware it looks unappetizing--a bit like fluffy bird poop with undigested particles in it--or so I've been told. Understandable.

Well this is actually Ambrosia Fruit Salad--a mix of fruit cocktail, mini marshmallows, and coconut flakes, folded into a whipped topping.

"Ambrosia" is the food of the gods, mind you. It tastes better than it looks, promise.

URBAN OUTFITTERS

FREE SHIPPING ON ALL ORDERS

NO MINIMUM PURCHASE VALUE

8/22-8/25!!!!! 

HOLY C--

How is it that this the first time UO has ever had free shipping in all my shopping history (for three days, no less)--and I want nothing?

This is ridiculous.  

To bang or not bang (as in fringe).

You know, if babies were born furry, I'd be much more inclined to hold them (and make them).

A:  Because I know you, you set the bar for me--I always compare other girls to you. 
C:  Really?? 
A:  Yup.  You're very interesting--and!  You're smart and [insert other flattering characteristics].  I like talking to you.
C:  Gosh, thanks :) 

This is A, my male compliment (pun intended)--the only person on this Earth who enjoys the punny jokes I tell as much as I do, if not more.

We always kick ass whenever we partner up in Charades, always. That's how you know when two people are on the same wavelength. 

Soul buds for 7 years and counting.  

♥.

Apparently, I play pool now.

 "Shit, shit, shit.  I'm cramping, I'm cra--GOD. DAMN.  MY JEANS ARE TOO TIGHT. I'm stuck.  How awkward. "

"I don't care if I make it, I just care about how I look doing it."

Somehow, I managed to win last game--in exactly that position above, which, apparently is illegal because at least one of my feet has to touch the floor.  

Raspberry Linzer Cookies--mildly sweet, buttery cookies spread with tart raspberry preserves, caught in a sugar snow storm.

Alex Wong & Vienna Teng - In the Creases

I keep you in the creases

I hide you in the folds

Protect you from the sunlight

Shield you from the cold

Everybody said they were glad to see you go

But no one ever has to

No one ever has to know the things that I refuse to see

And all the nights I still can’t sleep

I curl up between in the sheets

The creases where you used to be.

Once love wakes it never sleeps
Even when you love a dream

The days when your hair falls perfectly across your face.

My hair clip channels Anna Sui :)

9/11-9/20:  Reserved

All of this plotting makes me anxious and giddy.  

Is this really happening? 

...

C:  JC Penney reeks of fast food and small children.  I shall never set foot in there again.
C:  French fries and poop waft the air.  There are people of immodest proportions blocking the exit.
C:  WHEN I FIND THAT BAWLING BRAT--
C:  What the hell are these people wearing?!
C:  Oh my god.  I am a snob.
C:  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?  CONSOLE ME.
F:  LOL I haven't been to a JC Penney in forever...it's like a Macy's right?  
C:  Like hell it's like a Macy's.  It's like an upgraded version of Walmart's clothes section.
C:  Everything looks used.  Actually, I'd rather shop at Walmart.

After I finished bombarding Gramps with an onslaught of facts about Great White Sharks over a boiling pot of watercress (my doing; we were at an all-you-can-eat hot pot, buffet style for only $11.99--they had a vast selection of vegetables), he looked at me with an amused expression and suggested that I put my free time/interest--which I appear to have a lot of--into stocks, so that he could learn from me.

Because I absolutely adore him and he is my hero--and also because I would like to have a breadth of knowledge in what seems to be an impressive area of expertise--I will put my efforts into it.

Where to start, where to start? 

Of course.  Stocks- For Dummies.   

8/15:  [Mandy, Garrick, Justin]
8/16:  [Aleks]

Inbetween:  [Denise] [Chris] [Frances]

8/20:  [Andrew, Ryan]
8/21:  [Johnny] [Justin, Denise, Andy, Chris, Frank, etc. ?]


Oh, Summer.  How you mock me.   However--maybe fine company and fresh air will do me some good. 

Inexplicable apathy creeps into waking moments.  Situational, chemical inconsistencies leave me feeling used and spent.  Let me take cover beneath my covers and sleep this summer away.

So I came home today to find my sister crying and my mother sulking upstairs in her room.

Apparently, they're not on speaking terms because Cristalle denied her peanut brittle.

Mum likes instant gratification.  Cristalle, on the other hand, likes to hoard her food and savor it slowly--so slowly that much of what she has expires before she even gets to it.  You can see how there would be a problem. 

My family is amusing.

天跌落嚟當被冚.
[tin dit lok lei dong pei kam]

If the sky collapses, think of it as a cover for your body.

My mother is suffering from depression.  The only thing we can do is to listen, give her advice that she'll ask for but never take, watch her fall, and collect the pieces when it's all over--just like how it was with Grandma.  Like mother, like daughter.   My own fate is questionable.

From mom's blood test results, she may possibly have liver cancer--or best case scenario, hepatitis, which wouldn't be a surprise considering how my dad is a hepatitis b carrier, and will probably develop liver problems later on himself if he isn't already on his way there now due to his lifestyle of decadence and poor genetics.

Right, and my parents are apparently in a dispassionate marriage on the brink of divorce.  According to mom when she had a mental breakdown last night, they're "strangers living in the same house"--which compelled me to awkwardly hug her for the first time in over ten years when she started crying (physical displays of affection are rare in our household).

There's a myriad of other things I would rather not go into, but yes, that's life.  On the bright side, the possibilities haven't become realities yet.  

Home sweet home.

The Dispatch - General

To this day, I have yet to find a song with better rhythmic and rhyming lyrics. 

There was a decorated general with

A heart of gold, that likened him to

All the stories he told

Of past battles, won and lost, and

Legends of old a seasoned veteran in

His own time

On the battlefield, he gained

Respectful fame with many medals

Of bravery and stripes to his name.

He grew a beard as soon as he could

To cover the scars on his face

And always urged his men on

But on the eve of a great battle

With the infantry in dream

The old general tossed in his sleep

And wrestled with its meaning

He awoke from the night

To tell what he had seen

And walked slowly out of his tent

All the men held tall with their

Chests in the air, with the courage in

Their blood and a fire in their stare

It was a gray morning and they all

Wondered how they would fare

Till the old general told them to go home

He said:

I have seen the others

And I have discovered

That this fight is not worth fighting

I have seen their mothers

And I will no other

To follow me where I'm going

So,take a shower, shine your shoes

You got no time to lose

You are young men you must be living

Take a shower, shine your shoes

You got no time to lose

You are young men you must be living

Go now you are forgiven

But the men stood fast with their

Guns on their shoulders not knowing

What to do with the contradicting orders

The general said he would do his own

Duty but would extend it no further

The men could go as they pleased

Not a man moved, their eyes gazed

Straight ahead till one by one they

Stepped back and not a word was said

And the old general was left with his

Own words echoing in his head

He then prepared to fight