When people make the vagina sign with thier hands..
don’t they get intimidated? Like when guys flash the vagina sign with their hands, a giant vagina with a huge hole is formed in between the right and left thumbs and index fingers that is thrown so casual in today’s generation pictures. Its a huge hole that no penis would ever fill right? Wouldn’t a girl see that and go, Oh, you’d never be that big to fill that hole.
And automatically, the guy is immediately seen as second rate. Especially when they are small in structure.
Its the people you see throughout the day that you think about them for the rest of the day. Its like, what did I do? What did I say? Did they enjoy my company? Did I make them laugh?
There are countless people here that I have lost touch with over the years, months, weeks, days. It’s not because I don’t like them, its because I don’t see them on a day to day basis.
Why am I like that? I also think that I beginning to turn into H. When I see someone again, I bombard them with questions and want to hear about what had happen in their lives since I’ve last seen them. Its like they’re going to start pouring things out to me… it has to take time. I mean, thats how I work. Who am I, to all of a sudden act all demanding? ahahah
I feel as though I have been pulled out to such an extent that I’m all stretched out. I can no longer stretch anymore. Ever since coming back to reality, knowing that I have nothing but a packed schedule with plans made and midterms almost everyday for the rest of the week I can say with great conviction that I am stressed out.
Today I scrambled to read my Professors book for my Modern Iran class, and luckily owned it (or so I hope). We ended up watching Persepolis and I was really excited to watch it having own the books at home. Yet while I was watching it, I had forgotten how dark of the storyline was. Identity struggles and a countries political struggle with its government. While watching it in black and white, and hearing Marji’s narration of her guilt living in a war-free Vienna while her family and nation are experiencing the horrors of war. It made me think of my parents and their experiences having talked about it just earlier in the day in my Vietnamese American class. Hearing about neighbors, family, and friends getting imprisoned, jailed, executed all of the above. Living in fear. Fearing rape from the enemies.
The life that I live is one that I am so grateful for, yet can have nothing compared to it since I have experienced nothing as close to my parents or the many people who are living in war torn countries. Having the narration of Persepolis said in a child’s voice, having seen death, it just shows that war, no matter what cause is being fought for changes a person.
The term nuclear family, a mother, a father, two children with a pet. Imagine that being torn apart with a violent death. Death in the most painful way ever. Or just death. Lately I’ve been going to many marriages, but also I have been going to many funerals. My uncle just passed away this past summer from cancer, and another is teetering on the brink of death. Cancer. Again. These men are men who are younger than my father. I didn’t know this, but my brother pointed out to me that my own father is afraid of death. ‘Haven’t you noticed that dads been talking about death alot? He’s scared shitless.’ No, I didn’t notice. I just thought that he was talking to me. Imagine having your father die. Even in class today, my Professor asked for a moment of silence for her Grandfather who passed away this weekend. ‘Let have a moment of silence, because a little of Iran’s history just passed away.’
In every person, no matter what nationality, gender, religion, anything, a little something is left behind, be it history or themselves. My father told me that death doesn’t mean that hes leaving, it means that he’s leaving a little bit of himself in everybody around him. He will always be here, and even when it is my turn, who ever I am with, in them I leave not only me, but him also. Ong Noi, oi, I’m so sorry I couldnt make it to your memorial. I love you so much and within me, I know you are with me. I miss you, and I miss the way you smell whenever I hugged you.
I am going to finish all my homework, and study, and catch up on all my reading so I will be prepared for my midterm on Monday! I say this because FOUR DAYS TIL VEGAS!! OMGAH!! SO EXCITED!!!!
I’ve been on facebook messaging all FOUR GROUPS who are going to be meeting up this weekend!! AHHH! MY FIRST TIME GOING AS A 21 YR OLD! EXCUSE MY EXCITMENT!! Pre-gaming at TAO/Lavo both nights, and Marquee Friday then XS on Sunday! YAYY!
I’m so excited I feel as though I’m on the verge of barfing!!
I just spent the last 2 hours talking about the weekend upon her homecoming. Stories upon stories, stacked up upon each other.
She is my first close friend to experience love. Not the passionate sexual kind, but the kind where you learn to love. Where you grow to love. Where you are in love with your best friend. Vulnerability and trust are earned, not expected.
She is an amazing person. She is real, she is honest, she is mature in terms of relations. I have so much to learn from her.
I gave a tour to Alan and Annie’s family today. It was for the benefit of Annie who is looking into Irvine. We walked everywhere and campus was poppin’ so it was perfect timing. I also knew tidbits of facts that I spouted at them, and over all they were very impressed! She especially loved the ARC, which was a fun little tour for them.
Afterward I was treated out to lunch at Capital Seafood, and I’m surprised I’ve never been there before!
.. I’m getting lazy. SO LONG STORY SHORT, I knocked over my water. Had bomb lobster, had lollicup and got a Coach wrist-let as a gift from them. I love it! It’ll be perfect for Vegas.
My family also came down to eat dinner with me tonight. Took them to The Baloney for some snow. Mother loved it. And of course, she was the one who gave me a gift of $21. NOT SURPRISED. Haha. I love family.
I don’t know why I haven’t done this before but for the past two days, I’ve tried new eats and it’s been so fun! Eating is one of lifes greatest pleasures for real!
Last night I went to a hole-in-the-wall AUTHENTIC Mexican called El Toro Bravo in Costa Mesa (after “flying” kites at Corona Del Mar) and got some BOMB soft taco carnitas and carne asada and horchata! It was a combo so it came with a drink, beans, rice, chips, and mouth watering, HUGE portioned tacos! Definitely coming back :9
THEN, this morning, or should I say afternoon, I went to Orange for the first time ever! There is this place called the Orange Circle, and it was adorable. I felt as though I was in a much bigger Sierra Madre. It was full of vintage stores, family owned restaurants, families strolling around with kids, and cool kids wearing amazing outfits! AHH! I loved it so much!
We went to Bruxie (Olivia, Lauren, & Natalie) and it wasn’t what I expected at all! It was right across the street from Chapman, and had these cute tables to stand at to eat, and red tables with black benches, and if you order to eat there, they brought your gourmet waffle sandwichs to you! And to add a personal touch, it wasn’t a number they called, they called out your name! It was so much fun, I couldn’t have asked for a better brunch crew! ANYWAYS, I order the Salmon waffle with herb cream cheese and cucumbers, and the Bruxie Burger. I’m full STILL, but I can honestly say that I’m excited to go back. I shared a strawberry creme brulee with Natalie. I dont know HOW they do it, but it was AMAZING!
How come in all of your pictures, he’s always in them. Was I the one who became the wedge in your friendship sophomore year? Was it wrong of me to have talked to him even though I had no idea you were into him? Well I see you on campus now, and I want to run into your arms and be your friend again, but I’m scared. The people you hang with are the people I despise the most.
Of course that shouldn’t stop me, but I am a firm believer of actions have consequences. I don’t want to create unnecessary ripples in an already calm pond.
I just wanted you to know that I think your hilarious, and I miss laughing at your witty jokes!
I was to lazy that I shoved all my blankets to the side and crawled into bed. But I didnt realize that by doing that, I slept on the left side of my bed instead of the right… This is a big deal for the following reasons: I for one, always begin sleeping on my left side, and eventually turn over to my right for ultimate comfort, or I start by laying on my back and way up on my right side.
But since I had slept on the side closest to the wall, in the middle of the night I was cold (lets not forget I shoved all my blankets aside because they were a huge jumble) and turned to my right side to get comfortable. As I do so, I SLAM my head into the wall because I was reallllllllllllllllly close to the wall.
You would have thought I learned my lesson, but no, I went on and did it a couple more times before sleeping blissfully in REM sleep. Thank god my head doesnt look like I got brutally beaten by a stick … wouldn’t want weird looks on campus today.
I got a free UCI Spirit Week shirt today, mingled at the Student Center, had a good class, mingled AGAIN, bought a frosty key chain that will allow me to get a free frosty everytime I eat at Wendy’s, had a dinner date with Hannah and caught up on life, told Randy my joke at Albertsons, was asked by Andy to help bake a batch of birthday cupcakes for his dad, and talked the night away on AIM.