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HAI.

HAI, and I am rendered ineffectual in the face of posting, because I’m too bloody stuffed with love rainbows peace and joy. (And junk). I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but when one is insecure and angsty, and when presented with an outlet (usually Miley Cyrus, smelly taxi-drivers, or Maple hackers), one becomes flooded with the inspiration to produce a post with off-the-meter humor and keyboard smashing (which is always appreciated).

I don’t know, it’s as if humor glands are only activated when miffed. So right now I’ll stick to sounding borderline gay and sentimental and hamster-loving.

I’m still soaking up all the CAP lovin’ like the love-loving sponge I am, and even though after 3 days I’m not getting 40 Facebook notifications every five minutes, THAT DOESN’T MEAN I RUF YOU GUYS ANY LESS, AWW~So I spent the last two days watching Glee and recuperating and MATH REMEDIAL (3 hours of Math ehmahgatz?) So the aftermath of after math (Omg I’m so punny heehaw hilarious haha… It becomes almost painful when even you feel slightly embarrassed in the drunk-relative-skank-dancing-at-your-graduation-party way at your own attempt at humor so let’s stop here -)

SOZ. Met Bryank at Coro to get flowers for Queenie for their 8th month (SO SWEETZ). It was friggin’ pretty and we devised this thing where I’d distract Q with how I saw Bryank getting knocked down by a car and he’s all bleeding and the ambulance was there, and then the B will jump out and whip out his gift and it’ll be JUST. LIKE. IN. MOVIES. Except it didn’t really work out right cause my acting fail but STEEEL the lovey-doveyness prevails and conquers and they went off to pak tor and look cute.

ANNEN I ran off to look for Shermz and Zoe WHO WERE IN LITTLE CHINA ehmahgatz? It was a crazy reunion and SN girls give the BEST HUGS I swear. It was a little awkward next to them though, after they pointed out how the Hwachong uniform looks GREEN next to the NYJC uniform. Which, unfortunately and creepily, is very true. First, potato sacks, now, GREEN POTATO SACKS. The fuq? So anyway, these little kids invaded us of the Communist Land and made me a v v happy child cause I’ve been missing them muchmuch.(How is it possible to miss so many groups of people at once? Muggers, CAPpers, SNGirls, Hwachies…)(And if I sound slightly deranged it’s cuz I’m on prozac and Vitamin D, so it’s like me being on crack +1 and then electrocuted by the energizer bunny thingum.)

G and I had one of our long girl talks again yesterday at HGMall, our talks are <3. It ranges from psychotic breakdowns and sentimental reminiscing to on-the-spot drama improvisations and mad laughter over (toilet brushes) insulting other friends. (Yeah and G? You really did master the mean-ness quite a bit. But at the same time I’ve managed to up my disturbing-ness).

And today was (attempting to) mug with Xin. Who was again, L8 L8 L8 and strutted towards me with her atas scarf and rolled up indie pants and goblin shoes where we seated ourselves in the prime central of distraction aka THE FOOD COURT where it became more of a 1/(2x+4chickenwings) and 5^charkwayteow=3e^2 ehmahgatz? So we gave up after awhile and did what we do best. Walk around and eat and procrastinate and mock merchandize and terrorize each other. and procrastinate.

Subsequently we went home to eat and procrastinate and mock things and terrorize each other and procrastinate. Online.

WATCH, FOOD INC.:Very scary, and I promise you you’ll never eat again.http://www.zshare.net/video/66765764ab0f0d5c/)-: Eating junk at a CRAZY rate, to compensate for the 5 days without chips.I HABS NEW SHOOZ.The above is a stream of consciousness.