♥. Just a little early...

Happy Anniversary.

This I'm sure.

R:  Let me tell you a dream I had.  I had a dream that my boyfriend was ugly.  And I was thinking to myself...will I be ok with him in the long run...lol then I woke up and saw D next to me and was like "Thank god."
C:  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  OH MY GOD R.  If you like someone they're never going to be ugly to you!

I used to think that I could be better

Or that we could be better.

But I find that the more these kinds of situations come up, the more tired I am.  And I believe less and less, especially when through these ordeals I'm being told that that's just how they are as a person.  It's such a commitment to the self.  It's such an unproductive, not progressive, useless, self centered statement.

When you are in relationship, it's not about that person accepting you for everything that you are.  If it is, s/he is always going to have to make sacrifices to accommodate for you.

Relationships are about compromises.

But when I'm continually being told That's just how I am, That's not who I am, This is just going to happen again, You're always like this--it makes me start to believe it.   It makes me believe things aren't going to change.  Or that I'm going to be the one that has to in order to makes things work, and it doesn't mean I'll be any happier during these moments, it'll just mean there will be less arguments.



It's the small, reoccurring things that eat away the value of things.

I haven't moved!

I just figured it was time to make some of my thoughts more open to the public.

http://aijoboo.blogspot.com/

But I will still be here for my more personal moments.

Things of the heart.

I told G. that if he didn't stop hitting me on the head with his projectiles, candy or not, I would come to the other side and smash his computer.

With his face.



He stopped.

I've started to become used to being pelted with candy by the boys from the other side of my cubicle.

Today, a balled-up napkin clocked me on head.

"Call me ♥.  925.324.xxxx"

Score.

Now I can order to-go when they walk to McDonald's.

The other day, Oas told me that grains were not meant for human consumption and that they were actually more unhealthy than they were beneficial for me, despite my weak protests about fiber.

Just when I thought  I was doing something right by eating oatmeal every morning.

I don't know what to do with my life anymore.

04/18/13 Greenwood Pier Inn

The ocean hugged the land of sand and waved us along as we cruise by.

There's something about ocean blues that can never be quite captured on camera, nor in memory, much less replicated in a crayon.  Blues and greens and inbetweens ripple across the water--an ever shifting, glinting glass of possibilities, catching light and reflecting life below.  As we gazed, lost in reverie, E.E. Cummings reverberated in the back of my mind, "For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) its always ourselves we find in the sea."

How lovely it is to watch the light fade from the day--cozy in the heart, cozy in your arms.

We found ourselves in a small town off the coast, a quaint place known as Elk.  Quiet and queer, it is here where we spent an afternoon wandering the shoreline collecting sea glass and exploring the spaced out settlements for items of interest...

Specifically, flourless chocolate cake drizzled in raspberry sauce topped with vanilla ice cream paired with oven fresh bread pudding soaked in strong, sweet whiskey syrup.

Two glasses of sparkling wine and a small parade of candles accompanied us in our hot tub, where we sat with wreathes of foam resting on our heads.  Soap bubbles winked in the light.

In the morning, breakfast was served.

And of course, we took another bubble bath.

Silly.

Zoë Phillips - Boat (Rameses B Remix)

Should I put the flash on the camera?

I'd be scared for it all to flicker by

As we floated in the glitter of the mere

I didn't expect your reflection in the sky.

Sisters.

On the way back home from Emeryville...as Celine concentrated on the road, she blinked slowly and remarked, "One day I was stupid and drove to Hayward.  I took the wrong exit."

Pot, meet Kettle.

I'm eating an ice cream bar in the kitchen when my dad looks up and remarks, "You know we're eating dinner soon, right?"

He then proceeded to add a packet of seasoning to the instant noodles he was cooking over the stove.

"Yea.  You know we're eating dinner soon right, dad?"

He smiled at me sheepishly.

"Chantal the Snail Killer, feared across four gardens..."

Has learned how to cook garden snails.

It is time for a new reign of terror. 

Fortunately for them, I've developed a sense of morality during these past 6 years--I no longer lob them into the street and wager excitedly with my brother which moving vehicle will deliver the crushing blow of justice.

Dear Diary,

Yea, I got my breakfast.  Not before throwing a fit, ignoring him, huddling on the couch upstairs and eating the last slice of the crappy wheat bread before he came up and was like, "What are you doing?"

Then he tried to take away my wheat bread and when we were fighting for it, he had the gall to tell me to stop it because the crumbs were getting all over the place.

So I took my wheat bread and I went downstairs and to go to sleep because I was so mad.

Finally, he made me breakfast.

It only took five minutes of his time.

I told him "I DON'T WANT IT ANYMORE."

And cried.

Because I was so angry he wanted to make me breakfast four hours after I told him I was hungry.

I didn't eat it to impress upon him the gravity of the situation.

But it made me even crankier because now it was my fault that I was hungry, so I cried some more.

And I told him to go to the gym and to go away.

But he wouldn't go to the gym and said he wanted to hug me and he told me he loved me.

So I went to sleep until 3 with him latched on to my back like a baby koala, which was kind of cute I guess, and when he went to the bathroom, I quickly ate the cha siu and the eggs he fried.

After he came out, I said I wanted boba, so we went to Tpumps and everything was ok again.

UNTIL FUCKING TPUMPS FUCKED UP MY DRINK.

IF I'M PAYING FUCKING $3.45 FOR A FUCKING DRINK WITH EXTRA TAPIOCA, I EXPECT MY DRINK TO BE FULL, NOT 3/4s FULL, YOU FUCKTARDS.

AND BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T CLEAN AND CAP THE DRINK PROPERLY, IT KEPT LEAKING ALL OVER ME.

THE ONLY THING THAT SHOULD BE LEAKING IS ME, AND I STILL HAVE TWO DAYS TILL THEN!!!!

♥.

R saved me macarons from Vegas :)

...But I accidentally sat on one on the way home :(

I ate it anyway :)

...And then crumbs fell down my bra :(

Making everything sticky sweet -__-

My sister is an idiot.

C:  Fuuu I have hemorrhoids




.

::pauses::

C:  That, or colon cancer









.

Cr:  What the hell?!




  Are they contagious?




  How can you be sure?











::thoughtful::

C:  Probably not cancer.  

Cr:  HOW CAN YOU BE SURE

C:  Yes.  It's contagious.  They're like ass herpes. 

Cr:  I'm serious. 

C:  No.  You're not.  You're stupid.  

Cr:  You're the one who has hemorrhoids.

C:  AND YOU'RE NEXT.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  

Meow.

♥.

It's nice to know you still think of meee.

(Hard not to.  I've been bugging you about these for the past couple of times I've seen you HAHA).

Thank you :)

Spring Fling

Cheers for good music and good company

(minus the children).

800+ dubbers:  0 ODs

Dubstep, Trap, Hardstyle, Progressive

Hot shot Gen mcing for Audien.  

Ah, who am I kidding.
I'm not ready to let go of dubbing.

Th(ink) before you act.

I considered a tattoo today.

Well I didn't seriously consider it, but I was ready to act on it whimsically after seeing an old art classmate's work online.  It's funny because he's this tall, thin Chinese guy with floppy hair that keeps to himself--a sleepy kind of fellow; undoubtedly talented.  You wouldn't take him for one who would be in a metalcore band, much less being the screamer vocalist.  He's now become a professional tattoo artist.

No I do not want a scorpion on my bicep.

Clearly something is amiss.  I don't make spontaneous decisions that result in lifelong commitments.  

It's time to reevaluate my life.