weiner.

So.. um... Hey, Blogspot... Can we be friends again?

It's already August. Oh.. My.. GOD. How is it time for school already? Just a few posts back, I was complaining about finals.

Then again... I'm actually looking forward to school. My major is declared, new classes, new people, new new new new.

This summer's been really... It was a time of pruning. I'm being pruned. And being pruned always hurts. Always.

Africa in 5 days.

I... am... freaking... OUT.

Here's some beauty.

2nd place

I really, really love blazers, tailored anythings, and dark/neutral color palettes.

Sooooo.....

It's kind of weird updating both tumblr and blogspot. Whatever I want to post, I have to choose between those two or else it's kind of strange to post something different on both sites.

I'm torn.

And it's actually not that big of a deal.

... AND LAME-O WAS HER NAME-O! :)

breathe

"Everyone knows, somehow, except for him."

"Fuck feeling inadequate. Fuck laying in bed thinking about everything you’re not doing. Fuck feeling like time is running out. Fuck self image. Fuck his perfect face. Fuck your unwashed hair. Fuck not trying hard enough. Fuck the internet. Fuck colds. Fuck being alone. Fuck loneliness. Fuck having to do it all over again tomorrow. Fuck youth. This isn’t youth. This isn’t freedom and weightlessness. Fuck not feeling young. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck this."

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This week has been THE worst week ever... and it's only beginning. This is not overdramatic. Sobbing and cutting myself would be overdramatic.

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it… People think pleasing God is all God care about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.

—  Alice Walker, The Color Purple

watch my face as I pretend to feel no pain pain pain

I...

have kind of fallen in love...

with John Mayer.

Pack, you have something to do with this.

His dating history and the peaked interest in sex and girls is a major gross, though.

,

Shoulda, woulda, coulda.

evil shmeevil

"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,

Bright copper kettles and warm, woolen mittens.

Brown paper packages tied up with strings,

These are a few of my favorite things."

That has nothing to do with this blog post. I just really like The Sound of Music.

My fellow readers and bloggers... all 7 of you... 3 who actually read and respond.

I am an evil, evil person.

I am so evil.

So evil.

Evil.

My heart, is incapable of truly, purely loving.

Loving without expecting anything in return or hopes of my own benefit.

AHHHHH, SOOO EVIIIILLLLLLLLL.

Only God's love is pure. He loves only because He wants to... He doesn't need anything from us. He just loves.

We all fall short of that.

Everyone

Violently

Ice-picked the

Llamas

... because everyone is evil.

Good day.

hello, __________

I've decided that I no longer harbor feelings for you.

...... :)

fuego takis

taki taki taki

So good, so painful

taki taki taki

The spice and lime burn my tongue, like acid

taki taki taki

My tongue cries no, but my taste buds... they scream yes

taki taki taki

Snaps.

bbo bbo

I love this painting by Gustav Klimt. It's beautiful. And it has nothing to do with the fact that it was in the drama Stairway to Heaven. Nope.

Speaking of Korean dramas... they really are from the devil hisself.

Even in the span of 10 minutes... you're sucked in. Oh ho ho... no turning back after one stinkin' episode. When I think about it... I watched Choi Ji Woo sob onscreen for 4 minutes... and I didn't realize that I basically watched someone cry... with background music for that long. It's really kind of ridiculous. 4 minutes... What could I have done in 4 minutes?

- Make a smoothie.

- Pee

- Play a game of Scramble

- Catch up on a food blog

Hm. Interesting.

So, I'm thinking about getting another membership to a gym... I really used to enjoy running around outdoors (as you all know by now because you obviously read the RAD post)... but I can't help this paranoia I have of sleazy guys checking me out as I run. Now, I'm not saying that all guys check me out or that I'm someone worthy OF checking out... It's just that I've had my share of gross strangers and those experiences have pretty much traumatized me. I'm realllyyyyyyyyy suspicious of unfamiliar men in public now. It's pretty sketchy in gyms, too. I remember old guys drooling over the young ladies ALL the time... Gross. But I feel safer indoors than out.

Worst experience yet occurred in the LA Fitness across Galleria...

I remember being on a machine working out my biceps while talking with a friend... and then a man approaches me kneeling down in front of me...

Guy: (Sticking out his business card) Hey... I was just watching you across the room, and I wanted to give you my card if you wanted to call me sometime.

Me: .................. Do... Do you know how old I am?

Guy: Well.. no. I can tell you're pretty young... But my previous girlfriend was 19 and blah blah blah asjdfl;jaes;ifjsljdfk.....

Me: ........... I'm 15.

Guy: Oh... well... you looked older. Blah blah blah blah... (ends with a wink).

Words cannot describe how disgusted I felt afterwards.. I hid in the locker room until my mom picked me up. I feel like punching a guy if he winks at me now. I also refuse to wear body hugging, tight workout clothing. Everything I wear has to hang loose on me. The least attention I draw to myself, the better.

Guys are ddong shekkis.

Er... okay. I'm not sure how to end this post.

End post.