today

so today i asked my best friend here, Alec, who i don't think i have mentioned, to help me and my situation. and i have to say, he is crazy. he gave me two options, asking butt guy to coffee or just straight up asking him if he wants to fuck, because Alec knows i just want to fuck him once. and option one, im too much of a pussy to do that. like seriously, im not like that with anyone except a person i like. and option two, if i can't do option one how the hell am i gonna do option two. i really want to ask him to coffee when we are both studying and need a break, but i don't know if i have enough balls to do that.
then, in chemistry when i told Rebecca about what Alec said she just laughed and asked me if i was gonna do any of them. i told her im too much of a pussy. and Craig and this other kid Kevin were also there and Craig called me a guy, which i know i am because i just want to fuck this guy once and how much i curse and many other things i do.
so life is just not floating my boat right now, because i also have finals to deal with.


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help me! please

so today i have decided that i need help. like major help. more like major major major fucking help. like i think all of my psych major friends, which by the way im prob majoring in too, need to get together and then help my fucking ass. like what im going through right now is not at all me. at all. im fucking in love with a guy i barely know. yes he's totally my type, but damn i can't be dealing with this right now. and i generally fall for personality, and i have talked to him enough to know what he's like, and that just makes him soooooo much more fucking attractive. like seriously. he's the "bad boy" type, which i love.
yesterday when i texted Rebecca and said that he's that type she responded with "ohhh you mean the ones that you should be staying away fromm......????!" and obviously i responded with "stfuuuuuu im in loveee i go for what im attracted too and thats him" and what did she say? "wellllll that sounds like a disaster in the making hah" and you know im not at all denying that. it is. whenever there's a "bad boy" type involved it's most likely a disaster in the making. which is probably another reason why i have yet to have a long term relationship. i always fall for them and then it get messy and then we're both like damn we fucked up and then we become friends. we never go back out again, because i believe once it's over it's over. i don't see a point in trying again, unless it's like some serious love.
anyway. im in love, and im not sure how to either get him or get over him.



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OMG

and i know his name..no im not gonna put it on here. im not that stupid. and his butt is really not that big. it is just that his designer jeans are sooo fucking fitted that they make it look big. i mean its not flat but its not like it's huge or anything. anyway im im love.


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work

so this weekend, i was in Chicago, and i didn't do any homework. and i have finals coming up...like in a week. i have sooo much work to do it's not even funny. today Rebecca and I made a plan of what we're gonna do every day. we are in chemistry together and we study together...that was a weird sentence...two togethers...anyway. i have a pretty detailed schedule for the rest of the semester. it's intense. and ill be spending lots of time in the library, so hopefully ill get to see butt guy. so till May 7th my posts will probably be pretty short, because i have one 10 page essay, five 2 page essays, and lots of other studying to do. and for the rest of you who are also in the same boat as me, good luck!



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indian people

and sunday.

so the wedding was fun and the reception was even funner. there weren't any drinks or anything and still it was mad fun. i danced way too much. i never thought that there was such a thing. but apparently there is. today my feet hurt like hell. maybe even worse. like seriously this should not be possible. dancing is soooooo fun and i fucking love that shit. but i guess there's a limit for everything. so yeah. anyway. mad funnn. so i realized after this party that i need more indian friends. and i don't like most indian people so that's a bit of an issue. but the reason why i need more is because seriously, we throw the best fucking parties ever. and i love parties. and i love to party. and i love to dance. it is pretty impossible to have an indian party without music. so yeah. i need more indian friends.


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shopping

this is for saturday:

so last night was this party. and i performed and it was fun. what i didn't like was sleeping at three and waking up at seven. that was not chill. i was very upset. and then today i went shopping. i got a Coach bag, and shoes from Aldo, and some other stuff. it was fun in the sun. and later today is the wedding and reception. those should be....entertaining to say the least.



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packing

this is for friday:

so thursday night i went to this banquet thing and then after that i went to 52nd street with some friends. by the time we got back it was like one. then my lab partner needed some stuff for the lab we have to turn in tomorrow so he came at 130. then i had to pack for this wedding i had to go to, which was in Chicago. and i hate packing. by the time i finished it was 230. i was waking up at four to get ready so i didn't sleep at all.


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Subway

this is something that i wrote for my writing class, which sadly happens to be true.

Today I had a very unpleasant experience on the subway, while on my way back from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I was sitting on a seat and this woman sat on me. Literally, she sat on me. I’m a relatively small person, and she was quite large. I yelled “Excuse You!” and she merely moved over to the seat next to me, acting like nothing happened. My stop was the next one, so I stood up. And she purposefully dropped her Coach bag on my feet.
When the doors opened, I kicked it on to the platform. She yelled, “Motherfucker!” I turned around and said, “Sucks to be you.”



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my day today

so today i woke up at 6, because for some reason my body thinks that six hours of sleep is the perfect amount for me. i beg to differ, but that's not quite the point. anyway. so at 6 i was like damn i can still sleep another hour or two. so i went back to bed, and i woke up at 7. i was hoping for a little later, but ill take what i can get. right? anyhow. i was meeting Rebecca up at Starbucks, to go over lab. and while we were there guess who popped up in the window?? butt guy obviously. he was smoking a cigarette and then walked in. and damn he's so gorgeous. Rebecca felt the need to make fun of me because im sooo fucking obsessed with him. and the sad thing is, he's a senior. chances are im not gonna see much of him after the next few weeks. and the saddest thing is i still don't know his fucking name. but i told myself, the next time i talk to him, which today i didn't, i will ask his name. so then i thought today would be a good day. NOT! in lab i felt like i was dying. my left knee was killing the shit outta me. and then when i went to the health center, after sitting around for an hour and a half, they told me i have tendinitis. isn't that lovely? not really but whatever. anyway. then i had my meeting with my adviser and i love that guy. we talked for forever, about random shit and important shit. and then i went to my writing class, and then somehow i was able to make it to the MET after my class ending early at 430. how idk. i just think im lucky.



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420

so i figured that since today is like a holiday i should celebrate. happy 420!!!


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lying

so today i discovered im the biggest idiot on the face of the planet. i need to learn how to lie. that's like something serious i need to learn. like if it's something stupid i can, but not when it's something that really means a lot to me. it's like fucking ridic. i wish i didn't do that today. and i really hope that doesn't happen. for those who would like to know what im talking about just ask. i don't want random people to think this is about them when it's really about someone else =]



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wedding

and now im up to date.
so on saturday the wedding was at 9 in the morning and the place we had to go to was like 2 hours away. we left home at around 730. when we got there they were just about to start, so we weren't late. and guess what i was hungover from the night before. i tried to maintain distance between the buy i hooked up with and my cousin/brother. anyway. i was pretty successful at that. what i didn't know would happen was that the guy i hooked up with would tell someone. and eventually all of the college-going kids there knew about it. and so at the wedding reception i was once again sitting with all the people of my age, which i would normally be very glad about, but not this time. i tried to go sit with my parents, but they were sitting with crazy people and i was like no. so i went back to my table and sat down. it was awkward to say the least. and then i called one of my best friends, Katie. and we talked and she suggested that i get tipsy. i had two drinks. i was beyond that. and i danced and talked with the guy the entire night.
this party has made me realize two things. one i shouldn't drink. and two i really need to rethink my decision on indian guys. before i always said im never going out with one again. but most white boys can't dance, my little hookup was/is an exception. and i love to fucking break out into bhangra in the middle of the dance floor. so i need to think some things over.



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party party party

so here's what i was going to write on saturday, except i was at a wedding.
so on friday i woke up at 130 and i was meeting my friend at 230. and i didn't wake up. when my mom got home from work early to go to this party then she woke me up. and i got up ate and got dressed. and then i met up with Lisa. i could only hang out with her for like an hour and a half, but im still glad i got to see her. anyway. so when i got home i got dressed and we left for this pre-wedding party, for my dad's bff's daughter's wedding. and our families are really uber tight, so their daughter is like my sister and her brothers are like my brothers. so on friday night i was sitting at the table with all the other college kids including the girl's brother who's like my brother. anyway. at three drinks im normally done, but this time i had five. and i basically hooked up with my brother's bff at my sister's pre-wedding party. only i would pull some shit like that off.



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bus ride home

so this is what i was gonna write about on friday:

so my bus ride on thursday was ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE!! a drive that takes about 3.5 to 4.5 hours took 6 hours. and it wasn't because of traffic or something legit. it was because the driver got lost. everything was fine till we got to wilmington delaware. and for those of you that know, baltimore is about 1.5 hours away from that. there was a detour there for 95 and the driver got OFF the fucking detour. and i was like what the fuckkkk. and then he got on to 301 (beaches). he almost took 301 north until someone fucking stopped him. and then he was going soooo fucking fast on that little fucking road. it was beyond ridic. then he should have taken 97 but he didn't and he continued to travel on 50 instead. we were in bethesda and so i thought that he would drop the dc people off first. but NOOOOO! he had to drop us baltimore people off first. it was ridic. and i was pissed. i got home at 130 and went straight to bed.
that night i was supposed to go to this party for this wedding but clearly that did not happen. instead i slept for twelve hours!! that was funn =]



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packing

so im gonna do some major updating today.

first lets start with thursday:
so on thursday i was coming home. and the night before i literally did not go to bed because i wanted to finish writing a paper. the night before that i got two hours of sleep and i slept for an hour in the day. on thursday i slept for an hour during the day too. and on the bus ride home i was unable to pass out. and i didnt pack until four hours before i was gonna leave. and i actually had to pack because i was taking stuff home for good.



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last night

so last night i was once again in the library. i got there around nine, after going to the gym and i was there till literally 430. anyway i actually got A LOT of work done. i finished listening to this Martin Bashir interview with Michael Jackson and that took a long time because i had to get quotes and they talk so fast that i had to keep rewinding on Youtube to get the exact quotes. anyway. around 1100 my friend Annie came to see me. she was also at the library just on a different floor. and i told her i would come down around midnight. BUT at 1130ish i was like im coming now. and guess who was there....butt guy. and omg hes so fucking gorgeous. there was like too much eye candy going on. like way way way too much. and i actually got six pages done!! which brought my paper up to twelve pages when the minimum is seven...and im not even finished. i was planning on finishing, but i thought i should get two hours of sleep before my lab this morning. but i only have like maybe two or three pages left to write and then lots of editing. so despite butt guy being there, and all the eye candy, i still got a shitload of work done!!



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final schedule

so right now im in the library taking a break from writing my paper. today nothing interesting happened. except i found out that my last final isn't on may tenth but on may seventh!!!!!!!!! im soo fucking excited. like i get to go home three days earlier! its absolutely wonderful! im sooooo happpy!!!! except! there's a big except. more like ginormous! i have my chemistry lecture final on may sixth at two in the afternoon. and i have my cultural final on may sixth at four in the afternoon.
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that's how mad i am. and then on may seventh i have one final. then HOME!!!


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turns out im not mad

so today my recitation for chemistry got out way early because we didn't have any homework due nor did we have a quiz. the class starts at like two and we were out at 230-ish. anyway. so i walked back to my dorm to put my chemistry stuff away with my friend Craig. he told me to let him know when i was leaving and i said im leaving in a few minutes because i wanna get Starbucks, and he was like nevermind i have to eat. so i was like okay. and i didn't really feel like walking back just then so i thought id check my email. but then! Rebecca texted me, by the way im now calling her Rebz, and she was like "omgomgomgomgomgomgomg your bfannn is in bobst with me" and obviously i was like "omggg im cominggggg!!!" and i was sooooo happy she told me. and im beginning to think he's gay =[. i hope fucking not because damn id tap that shitttttt. and he's soooo fucking hot and listens to good music and has a great ass and dresses well, which yes is rare. but maybe i found one of the rare ones. i really hope so. anyway. back to the library. so when he left i left too and we got into the elevator together, and yes i did talk to him. and i forgot to ask his name again =[. but im glad Rebecca told me, because that my day =].



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im mad

by the way i just thought that all of you should know im mad at Rebecca. she keeps seeing butt guy, and i haven't seen him in weeks which just makes me sad. he's not even her type, so she doesn't think he's hot or anything. i, on the other hand, think he's fucking gorgeous, and would totally tapp that shittttt. but noooo i never see him. first she saw him on thursday outside weinstein, which is a freshmen residence hall and dining hall, so i don't get why he would be there because he's a senior. maybe he was getting food or something. then she saw him on saturday at weinstein again in the dining hall. he was sitting at the table next to her. ughhhh i wanna see him =[. anyway ill get over it.

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fat ass

so right now i am in the library trying to procrastinate in every fucking way fucking possible. and this i believe is a great way. so here's to what i've done today.

so this morning i woke up at nineish. and i went to the gym. today was my cardio-only day. so i was on the stair stepper for about forty minutes. then i went back to my dorm and showered and went to my friend's dorm since me and her and a few others were meeting up for brunch. the brunch at palladium (dining/residence hall and gym) is fucking delicious. like i mean seriously so fucking good. i fucking love that shit. at the end of brunch my friends were making fun of me for how many plates i had on my tray, in the order of which i got them
1- plate of pancakes (only two of them)
2- plate of grapefruit
3- plate of strawberries
4- plate of fruit
5- bowl of trix cereal with milk
6- plate of fruit
7- bowl with a cookie on the bottom topped with birthday batter ice cream
not to mention the two glasses of milk, two cups of coffee, and some carbonated punch stufff
needless to say i felt like a fat ass, but damn it was soo good. normally i eat like every two hours, just because my body works like that. but, after that i still haven't eaten anything, unless you consider gum food, which i don't.
then after this i went back to my dorm to get the stuff i needed to study and i went to the park. BAD IDEA. i just sat around and people watched. there was a guy tripping on coke next to me, which was just pure entertainment. and i obviously got shit done. so now im at the library. first i facebooked, then formspringed, then checked my email, and now this.



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MOVE!!!

have you ever seen two people stand in the middle of a fucking street (NOT A SIDEWALK...we have all seen that) when the cars coming toward them have a fucking green light? until today i had yet to see this fucking happen. but when i was walking up 5th avenue, i was able to witness a thirty some year old woman with her teenage daughter try to take a fucking self picture of themselves in front of some church. and while they were fucking doing that shit there was a taxicab behind them followed by various other cars, and all the drivers were honking their fucking horns obviously. some were even yelling out their fucking windows for them to move. i was standing on the sidewalk laughing with the others around me at the two of them fucking fail miserably at taking goddamn self picture. the taxicab driver honked at them for a good thirty seconds and then got out. he said in a thick indian accent, "are you blind? i got people in my car! MOVE!!!" and finally, them fucking idiots moved, and i continued walking up 5th avenue.



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museum for real

so today i actually went to that museum. and thankfully i did, because my opinion completely changed. for the most part the exhibit was not interesting like i was hoping. but instead it was frightening. and damn i think im gonna be having fucking nightmares for the next few nights.
it wasn't the nudity that bothered me, that i think is completely fine. it's art. but what i don't like is the inflicting pain on your body. i mean seriously. this woman tried to see how much pain she could handle. she cut herself, let others cut her and who knows what else she did. all i have to say is, she's fucking crazy. more like KRAZY. but that is just my opinion.
one of the things that was shocking to me was that parents and grandparents were letting their four and five year old children/grandchildren see this exhibit. like seriously? if i saw it that young id be scarred for life. and even now i thought it was scary and im nineteen. but that's the parents fault. anyway.
what was most frightening to me, was the fact that she actually did this to herself. like i fucking love scary movies, they are some of my favorites. but they are fake. what this woman was doing to herself, and letting other do to her, was not at all fake. it was all fucking real. how does anyone do that? i have no clue. and the weirdest thing of all to me, was the fact that the artist was also there. she was sitting at a table, completely still, and the public could sit at the other end and try to talk to her, but she wouldn't answer. it was like she's an exhibit herself.
in the end i did not like the exhibit, but i did enjoy the Tim Burton exhibit.



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museum

so today im really not sure about what i should write. so ill just tell you what im doing right now. right now i am writing a three page opinion essay on a museum exhibit that i have yet to see. i am seeing it tomorrow. for me museums have always been a place for kids, teachers, and old people to go. but im kinda excited about this exhibit. its called The Artist is Present. and no im not excited because of the naked men, but because i've never seen anything like it.



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don't diss certain people

so yesterday after my chemistry class i started talking to one of my friends as we were leaving. this was before our next class began (we have different classes after chemistry). anyway. somehow we got on to the topic on Nsync and Britney Spears. and for those that know me know that i can live with a dis to Nsync, but to Britney, HELL NO. if you don't like the woman, fine. that's your choice, but do not go out and start saying shit about her. this guy i was talking to said she USED to be hot. well, duh she was hotter when she didn't have kids. but seriously, look at her now. she is fucking back. if i had two kids id wanna look like that. hell, right now id like to have her body. im not gonna say i wanna look like her, because frankly, blond hair and me, not a good combo. but other than that, hell yes i wanna look like her. and after that he said that she is crazy. first of all, being normal does shit. everyone needs a little crazy in their lives. im mad crazy and i love it, as do my friends. anyway. my favorite album of her's was Blackout. it was soo fucking good. and that came out when she wasn't being harassed by the media. so to all you haters out there, don't dis Britney. she came back stronger and better than ever fucking possible. and if you can't tell that, then you need help.



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Walk Damn It

this is something i wrote for my writing class, which is why all the grammar things are correct (capitalization, punctuation, etc)

So as you all know I live in New York City, probably one of the greatest cities to ever live in. But with all cities comes one huge problem that I just can’t deal with. No matter where you go, from London to New Delhi to Mumbai to Baltimore to New York City, there are always those people who don’t know how to walk. Those tourists, who stand in the middle of the sidewalk to take a picture, if you want a damn picture, get a post card. It is really not that hard to find one of Times Square. I PROMISE! And if it is hard to find one then call me; I will be more than happy to get you a picture of it without standing in the middle of sidewalk, while people are rushing to meet people, go somewhere, and do things.
I mean seriously people. How hard is it to take a picture while walking? Not that hard. I know it I do it all the time. I love taking pictures. But take them as your walking. Don’t stop in the middle to get it. It’s just plain annoying and it makes me want to punch you in the face, which I would rather not do, since I’m a busy person. I would rather waste my time doing something else and not punching or chasing after you. And plus, that just makes me hate you. And I really don’t like hating people. There’s too much hate in the world already, we, me included, should be spreading love and peace. And if you walk then guess what, I won’t hate you. So just walk and take pictures, it’s much easier.
And then, don’t even get me started on the people who are lost and stop in the middle of the street and open up their huge ass map to find out what tiny little street they are on. That is even worse than the picture people. For those who this applies to, go sit on a bench or go to a coffee shop, there are literally thousands of them, or go somewhere else. But seriously, get out of MY WAY! I have places to go, people to see, and things to do, and with you standing around staring at your map, I get late. And I hate being late. That’s another one of my pet peeves, but we’ll save that for another day. Don’t make me late by standing in the middle of your street with your five foot map wide open like it’s an exhibit at the MET. Just don’t. It’s annoying. If you’re on the street ask someone for directions. And walk with them, do not just stand there. WALK! It’s not that hard. I run four or five miles nearly every day. One block is not going to kill you.
So people, just as Dory said in Finding Nemo, “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.” I say, “Just keep walking, just keep walking.”



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shopping

so today i went to H&M on 5th avenue with some friends. and when i went into the dressing room my friend started getting extremely bad foot cramps. it was unbearable for her. anyway we went back to my other friends dorm and we sat her down gave her a stronger version of ibuprofen and food. she felt a little better but when she tried putting her sock on it started again. so she stayed for some more time and then she decided to go for the flip flops and we made it to the PATH train.
at H&M, i bought shoes, a dress, and a top. and the top rang up as $24.90 but i told the woman it was on clearance and she was like for how much $10 or $15 and i was like i thought it was on the $5 so guess what i got it for five bucks!!! damn straight bitches. and the dress i got was like $13 and then some shoes because my friend wore my flip flops home. three things in $25...that's what i call a deal! and i am a happy camper...except i feel horrible for my friend, who was already uber stressed and was having a horrible day.



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boy bands again

so im not really sure about what to blog about today...so i guess ill just give an update on my boy band craze.
so im still in that phase right now. im not even sure how/why it happened it just did. not quite sure why but you know what, i love it. i can always use a little Ryan Cabrera and Backstreet Boys and NSYNC in my life. and of course some Soul Decision is always nice too. right now im listening to True by Ryan. i absolutely love his music and im surprised that he's not bigger. but that's okay i still love him. =] [=
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a blast from the past

so every year in Union Square there is a HUGE pillow fight. and i thought i would go, so i got my friend to go with me. and boy was it intense...not to mention totally worth it. like the best fucking thing ever fucking possible. soo funn.
i didn't actually participate in the fight, nor did my friend, we were just there to take pictures.
anyway. there was this guy who was using this GIANT hot pink monkey as a pillow. it was fucking hilarious. it was one of those big ones that you win at the carnival or an amusement park or some shit like that. and omg it was fucking great. i absolutely loved it. we stayed there for about thirty minutes and then went to Starbucks and Washington Square Park and then to her dorm.
then the day got so fucking awesome!!!! first we started watching Blue's Clues; we discussed how Blue was a girl and Magenta was a boy. i thought maybe that's because they were trying to get rid of the whole boy's wear blue girl's wear pink thing. and why was his name Magenta? why not Pink? and we wondered what happened to Steve. in case any of you are wondering he's making music now. Google Steve Burns.
then we watched Mr. Rogers. and i want a cardigan just like his. and we were trying to watch episodes online, but couldn't find any. so that was sad. and when we Youtubed...yes i did just turn that into a verb...it we got the Sesame Street episode with him in it, so we watched that. then we looked up the various characters on it. i love Oscar.
in the end it was a great day. and man i miss my childhood. Mr. Rogers, Sesame Street, Blue's Clues, Arthur, Zoom, all them ones.



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white-washed

so yesterday my parents came up to visit. as many of you might know i am pretty white-washed. you know your american eagle, hollister, NOT abercrombie and fitch...i refuse to buy anything from that store...that story is for another day. anyway. the point is im uber uber uber white-washed. but you know what the funny thing is, my parents are worse than me. and im being fucking serious. its soo funny.
they come up to visit me and when i get into the car there are two boxes of godiva sitting on the seat for me. and my mom is all like "HI PRIYA!" my dad is like that too, but much toned down. my mom like misses me like hell. i think that's because when im not home the house is quiet as hell. when i am home, there isn't a place more obnoxious. most of my friends parent's think that im crazy and insane and need help. they all have told me something along the lines of, your parents must miss you when you're not home. and the truth is they really do, the house is alive because of me. anyway. back to car so i get a shit load of great candy and then while we're at lunch my dad is like "here's some money for easter." and im like "ummm you just gave me money when i was home" and he was like "yeah i know but its easter so take it." and i was like "i really don't need it." and then he put it back in his pocket and was like "i just thought you could use it" and i was like "the money you gave me over break i have all of it except ten bucks, which i spend yesterday." and my dad seemed disappointed that i didn't take it so i took it. this just goes on to show my immediate family's white-washedness.



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boy bands

so recently i have been obsessed with boy bands. and i mean obsessed. if you look at my recently played songs you'll see NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, 98 degrees, LFO, and Soul Decision. and then there's Ryan Cabrera, who isn't a boy band but hell hes close enough. and specifically there's one song of his that i absolutely love...i know you all are going to judge me for this, but damn i fucking love this song...On the Way Down. yes yes judge me all you want i dont care. i love that song and that's that.
then there's another song that i absolutely love that is by Soul Decision. but first thing is first. most people dont remember them, which is just plain depressing. dont you remember Now 5, and the sixth song on that album, Faded. well that's the other song i fucking love. its sooo amazing. so bad but soo good. "when i getcha all alone im gonna move in nice and close" you can listen to the rest of the song ...i couldn't find the music video so this is what i got. hopefully you like it and if not...sucks to be you...jk =]


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