if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them they can't
see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them they
can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them
they can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see
them they can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't
see them they can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i
can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me
if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them they can't
see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them they
can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them
they can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me

i hate it when the wheels in my head get cranking and spit tons and
tons of ideas at me, demanding that i get them down before i forget
them, but i can't do it fast enough that i can word it perfectly, make
it flow the way it's supposed to, and by the time i do fix it the
second half of ideas to conclude what i'm discussing are gone.

honey.. i got a lotta money. would you be my nasty girl, and let me do that dirty dance with you?

my stalker didn't respond. boo.

edit: my stalker came back again and didn't respond. double boo.

on
another note..
"My, you're doing this the old fashioned way -- down on
one knee!"
"Would you rather I did it the newfangled way, hands
encircling your throat?"

i think i have an internet stalker. this person keeps searching for
me/my xanga on google.com at all sorts of weird hours of the day
>_> it's kinda freaky, actually. and of course i know this stuff
cuz i use IP/xanga user logs.

so, to my fan (haha), why don't you say something to me? i'm getting kinda scared here..

edit: looking at these catalogs with all the adorable chanel, prada,
miu miu, emilio pucci, hermes, etc bags makes me hate being an american.

o_oa i have this odd habit of chewing on the insides of my cheeks.
so if you ever see me doing some weird facial expression thing, that's me chewing away.

so, today went well.
sort of. kinda a long read about the embarrassing adventures of
christine's first day at college. read if you wanna laugh at me =P

right. after kinda getting lost looking for a goddamn staircase because
the elevators don't go to the 7th floor (remember that, that's
important), i stand around outside my lecture hall for 20 minutes
looking like an idiot because apparently everyone else there knew each
other. we go inside, pick seats, sit down, yada yada yada.. and i'm one
of the like 15 losers that have empty seats to either side of them.
[sob]. but that's ok, that wasn't the bad part yet.

so. after gobbling down a pizza with mike at the pizza place down the
corner, i rush back to school to my second class 5 minutes late. my
music class is in 7-150. i take the elevators, which go to floors 2, 5,
8, & 11. get off at my stop, rush around looking for room 150..
find it, run in, class is in session so i apologize and the teacher
points out a seat up front for me. she then continues her discussion
about advertising, promotion, & distribution. she dismisses us 25
minutes later. it was a great class, really, good discussion, a
non-boring professor who'd rather you eat during her class than starve,
only around 20 students. too bad it wasn't my focking class. -_-;; 10
minutes after sitting down, i
realize i'm on the wrong goddamn floor; i'm on 8th instead of 7th, in some junior-year marketing class instead of my freshmen year
music requirement. of course by the time i realized this it would've been pretty
stupid to get up and say "i'm sorry, i came late to the wrong class"
so i just stayed put. it was a decent experience though, a nice little
preview into what i'll be taking someday if i don't transfer before
that.

how are your first days so far? =P

anyone want a gmail invite? i've got 5.

edit: if you want one, leave me an email address to send it to.

this isn't farewell..

if it weren't for you guys, high school wouldn't have been what it was. i
wouldn't be who i am. is it selfish to wish that we were still in high
school, that we weren't moving ahead with our lives and growing up? to
want to hold all of us back from where we have to go simply because i
don't want this change to
happen? i know.. it's just 3 months til we all see each other again,
but it's just not going to be the same.. 3 months from now, we're going
to come back and meet each other as ladies and gentlemen, more mature,
more grown up, more adult than we are now. i don't know why i'm even
rambling about this.. but i guess it's to let you all know.. no matter
who you are, whether i was the closest of friends with you or you were
just 'that girl/guy' i pass by in the halls.. you've probably had some
impact on me. and for that, i'm grateful.

cat, angel, richard, grace, ahsa, betty, carla, ahmed, tiff.. of all
the people i met at science who are the bits and pieces that made me
who i am today, you're the ones who touched my life the most. i love you guys to death. i'm gonna miss you so much when you guys leave.. thank you <3

it's just see you later.

if people were slightly less tactful, the world would be a smarter, less annoying place to live in.

translation: say what you mean because otherwise you make yourself out to have the IQ of a chihuahua on cough syrup.

edit: ixswtdrmzxi@gmail.com

anybody want a free ipod?

edit: ok, that was misleading. allow me to rephrase..
anybody want a legit, new, free ipod, with the catch that the process you go through to get it is both annoying and time consuming?