It's all your fault, Sati...

I'm listening to SMAP right now, despite the fact that I made fun of them gratuitously while chatting with Boss-chan at Uwajimaya yesterday. Damn you! ^_-

Shoutouts to Emily, who is most likely the only RL friend I have that would actually know what the hell SMAP is. :D And she was also the first of the RLs to let me tell her at length about the cracked-out party experience. Thanks for listening, hon. <3

Okay...

Okay, who's the wise-ass who sent me this damned e-crush thing??

Guess what... you've got a secret admirer! Want to find out who it is? Come visit...

http://www.CrushLink.com

::snipped info::

See you soon!

Sincerely,
The Crush Master

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PS. This is not junk email. You've received it because someone *you know* came to CrushLink and confessed an interest in you! Maybe it was that hottie from English class or the cute one at the party last weekend or maybe--well, we can't even give you a hint until you come to CrushLink.com.

These things get annoying. It seems kind of lame, but at the same time there's that nagging bit of curiosity that wants to know who the hell sent it. Of course, last time I got one of these damned things it ended with Jared and me both mistakenly thinking we had the hots for each other. -_-; This could get dangerous, folks. ;p

Whoops

I'm supposed to be in choir sectional at 8am, which is obviously not going to happen because it's now 3am. D'oh! I think I'll just bail and go into work at 10. GOOD NIGHT.

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Another late start to the day. Sleeping so late yesterday was probably a bad idea, in retrospect. :p Gotta get my bum ass to work at some point...

Muahahaa!

I am absolved of all class-skipping-related guilt for today! Somebody called this morning and said there was no choir sectional today. W00T! :D

I'm so damned perky lately. Dear god.

Weirdness.

Today has been unsettling, even though absolutely nothing of real note has happened today. I don't know what it is. It might just be the song that's playing, because Depeche Mode consistently tweaks with my mood in this indescribable way. I'm not sure, but it's starting to wig me out. I am officially feeling squicked.

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I can't believe I just used BDSM lingo to describe my mood. This is definitely not normal. ::lol:: I blame Felicia for that one.

Gettin' some play! :O

Apparently my retelling of Friday's party exploits earned a brief mention in GabbyMoe's Gossip column dealie-deal. It would take something as odd as that, wouldn't it? ::lol:: My life is so boring and routine sometimes...

Anyhoo, I have no idea if anyone actually reads this thing, but thanks to those who do. It's nice to get some feedback once in a while. And profuse apologies to anyone who's only reading this because I never update my scribble journal anymore. ^_-

The Sometimes-Brutal Honesty Hour!

Shave The Whales!... just not when it's cold.

I don't shave my legs in winter. Why? Because it eats up a good 20-25 minutes of the day every time I do it (which is at least several times in a week because hair grows back way to freaking fast), and it's a completely fruitless effort this time of year because nobody ever *sees* them. And you have to admit, all this shaving stuff is 99% for appearances and/or for pleasing the opposite sex, so you have to ask yourself: would you really do it if nobody cared?

If I was ever dating somebody who actually gave a damn about it, then yeah, I'd probably do it even in winter, because I am admittedly a slave to at least some of the incredibly slanted social conventions of today. But if it doesn't impact anyone else, then why bother with it? You can do a hell of a lot with an extra 20 minutes in your day. Besides, if I were to try to wear anything like, say, a miniskirt this time of year, my toes would probably fall off.

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Dance class in 20. Taking off soon for that. I think we have our "quiz" today. I hope I remember the routine they've been teaching!

Freaky.

So apparently the tires got totally hashed while I was up north... I checked the tires before leaving, but the really torn up part was on the inside of the tire, where I couldn't see it. ^^; I should have shelled out for new tires before I went, because I do owe James big for letting me take his car by myself, but I was a cheap-ass and didn't.

James is now spazzing because he thinks his car could've killed me. x_x I'm pretty shaken too, actually... a brush with your own mortality will do that to you... but right now I'm mainly taking heart in the fact that I, and everyone else who has been in that car recently, is okay. That's the most important thing. ^^;

I need a shower soonish...

Dizzy...

I'm still feeling pretty bothered right now. Pensive, I guess. I can't pin it down exactly. It's been nagging me all day... I sure as hell can't figure it out.

This sounds to me like a time for some serious writing. ;p

I still love this song, even though it's probably considered to be pretty old by now. I still have a soft spot for R&B, sometimes even if only for its nostalgia value, and I adore vocal harmonies. A cappella groups in particular are just bliss.