they left my room, just. post steamboat party outside of my door. i was the first to relinquish my spot on the table, my stomach still queasy from all the drinks of last night. 

I finally finally developed that problematic canister of what i see as hopeful film. except that. there is seemingly alot of things happening and actually nothing to me. oh well. move on, babe. be a free spirit. we had dinner at ms. some jaw dropping news. the wonders of facebook. and a kaypoh friend. ha ha. my god. thai. kid. wedding. wtf i am twenty one and making very little progress indeed.

it struck me as to how much i have evolved. and i am relieved (and not released. whats with v and s to all you tiongs)

disturbing.

oh man no YYY for me ):):): I am only a day late, dang. Seriously, its YYY over andrew bird any day. oops.

so after dinner kevin decided to come with me. kenneth and hongyi came as well. we settled at a mosquito blood donation drive. all nine of us inebriated. no, make it eight, since i was drinking on his behalf. i love the jack. uh. don’t know the songs. and my being myopic has its redeeming points.

karen slept over. oh i love sleepovers. night time makes good conversation. i recalled having cosy nightlies at joce’s long time ago. watching chick flicks and horror. and waking up to snowball staring at my face. what fright.

and such a rarity to wake up at eleven on a school day. i think we used up our last chance.