Conan is such a good sport, unlike eminem. Stupid prick.
I changed my mind once again about college, but I believe everyone is tired of my "career ping pong" as Tomoe put it, so I'm going to cut to the chase: PCC, NYU, Journalism/International Relations double major, (study abroad in Italy), Columbia's Journalism Grad school.
I took my math and english placement tests and did better than I thought I would.
I got the highest level of english and reading and placed in the transferable credit math classes, which was my only concern. The person who gave me my score said that I could choose between College Algebra and Trigonometry. I think I'm going with trig, but I have to wait to see what my counselor says before I make any decisions. It was pretty damn exciting though. It was the first time I was on PCC's campus...it's really nice. I dig it. :)
While me and Gianina were getting Seattle's Best, I heard the girl in front of us talking about Michael Jackson and I heard her say something about Cardiac Arrest...
It's so surreal...I still can't believe the King of Pop is no more.
And what's sadder is he was working on a comeback...
And Farrah Fawcett too. Fu~ck. Why is everyone dying?
I love The Strokes.
Julian Casablancas has just about the coolest name EVER and hello~nurse!
His name is on par with Valentino Rossi and that's saying a lot.
Julian Casablancas also has the sexiest voice I've ever heard...it's utterly orgasmic. :)
I found out today that he's married and my heart literally lurched in my chest.
What the fuck is up with that?!
It's not like I thought we were going to get married or anything, I just adore him. He's the type of person Karen and I would classify as, "...I'd marry him".
On top of that, he was born in 1978.
He's fucking 13 years older than me and here I am fake crying over the knowledge that he has a wife...
That's a bit crazy, no? What am I, fourteen?
I guess the teenager in me isn't completely gone yet.
How fucking sad.
But whatever. That's awesome he's married. No one should have to be all alone...everybody needs somebody.
Earlier I was playing with these two cats outside and I got this strange feeling...a touching feeling almost.
The white one came up to me no problem and was really friendly. It didn't run away when I tried to pet it and followed me home, so I gave it left-over chicken from dinner.
Shortly after, the gray one cautiously tagged along, but kept a safe distance.
They stayed really close to each other the whole time, but the gray one never came up to me. It just sat in the bushes and stared. It was kind of creepy.
When one moved, the other mimicked and they watched each other and "talked" to each other a lot.
Watching them, I felt really happy all of a sudden...
It's in life's nature to love and be loved, to want to love and be loved.
I realized this watching two cats at 11 o'clock at night. HAHA. I sound like a fucking psychopath.
I'm in no rush to find a boyfriend to hang all over and annoy.
I actually don't want one at the moment.
I want to think about what I want to do with my life and get a little more comfortable in my own skin...
Only after I do that will I be able to love someone and give them the attention they rightly deserve.
Until then...
I forget how much I miss Karen all the time.
I can laugh really hard for a whole year and never really laugh until she comes to visit me in the summer.
It's the type of laughter that has the ability to overpower any adversity one might encounter, any sadness that one would like to bury.
The prescription is laughter, but it's the person causing it that's the real remedy.
A nonjudgmental, genuine human being. :)
If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit by me.
That's something that people search for their whole lives and might never find, and here I've got it without doing shit.
..And that, my friend, is what I give thanks for at Thanksgiving. That and my beautiful family.
I think I've rambled enough now.
That's all folks.
