LOL

So, I remembered the time when I was first exposed to the term "LOL." I was a junior in high school (circa 1998) on AOL, and i was chatting with a classmate. She said "lol" and i tried so hard trying to figure out what it was. Was it lots of love?... doesn't make sense. I thought it was a typo... but nothing comes close. Then I just naturally thought it was a person raising both their hands up like a cheer! I asked that, and she responded with "LOL!!" lol.... 

Corduroys

You know how people suffer through traumatic experiences affect your feelings toward something? For instance, at dinner the other day, one of my classmates said he couldn't eat seafood. We assumed it was a shellfish allergy, yet he continued to inform us that the reason why he can't eat see food is because his mother told him when he was little, in a chinatown market, he saw the butcher beat the s#!t out of the fish and cut off its head. Since then, his mother said he never had seafood again.

For me, my story begins in kindergarten. One of my classmates, Amy, small little white girl, was feeling sick one day. She threw up in the classroom and the Janitor, Mr. Cook came by and threw this orange saw dust power on it. Well, it was swept up while we all went to lunch. We can back and it was music time. I happened to be wearing blue cords and we all sat on the floor indian style. Just then, one of my classmates said i was sitting in puke! I looked down and for sure, the area i was sitting at was slightly damper and darker than the rest of the carpet. The rest of the day, and even up to now, whenever i see or wear navy blue corduroys, i smell the faint gross aroma of vomit. haha.... I will never wear Navy Blue Corduroys again.

Update Time

So I just happened to be hanging out on line when it occurred to me to check my xanga. I haven't used xanga as much as I used to back so many years ago. I went to the calendar and when back in time exactly five years ago today. I think that's what I love best about my xanga. The easy accessibility to what i considered the Good Old Days. 

I laughed a lot looking back, but I also noticed i was a BIG complainer back then... hahaha... Like, at one point, in a series of updates from me, i honestly would have de-friended myself. haha.

So, in retrospect, i wish that i did continue writing about my daily activities and keeping a journal of my journey in life. I think I also want to write a series of stories i tell new friends. I will start with the next post.

Hello, Her name is crazy

Holy Mutha Effin' Crap!!  I am so pissed right now! One of my friends at school, we became friends because she confided in me. She came to my room crying because she thought that no one liked her and because she thought she was going to fail out of school. That was two years ago. She has, since then, made a lot of friends, and everyone became accustomed to her quirkiness. You would think it would just end at quirkiness. Last month, i went to Salt Lake City with her to attend a conference. All was good the first day. The 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th day was DISASTER!!!!!  If you know me at all, you'd know i don't get angry often at people, at friends... WellThis takes the cake, constantly arguing. She talks so much shit behind people's back, that i know she is talking about me right now. And she always plays the damn victim. It pisses me off when she tries to make me at fault by doing the whole "forget it, it's my fault" thing and then bitch about me later. soo freaking annoying. Every interaction we have has since utah, she is just constantly bitching and complaining about someone, or a problem that is not even hers. The last straw was yesterday, when she came up to me and demanded that i email one of the notetakers about a bad job she's doing. First off, it's the end of the semester, she is not working any more so there is no reason to bring it up, second she's telling me how to do my job?, i don't think so, Third, she's keeps talking crap about this note taker, and i'm just tired of it! She always tries to make me agree with her so i can say shit about other people. So i freaked out and walked away from her, and i will continue to walk whenever she starts talking shit about people. Her negative energy sucks and drains all my positive energy, and i can't take it anymore. When i tell people about this girl, people think that i am over reacting... but seriously... who tells a guy she had a one night stand with, that she's pregnant as punishment because he wasn't answering her txts!?! 

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So what kind of gift says HAPPY BIRTHDAY, while saying... and btw, i like you a lot... ? lol