So while talking with Danny Yoon’s sister, Esther, who graduated c/o 2004, I found out that I no longer have the worst Prom story ever. So she never went to the Prom. She wanted to go, but a friend of hers that she didn’t want to go with asked her and she said no. She wanted to ask this guy she liked, but she couldn’t because she had already rejected the other dude. So she planned on going stag with her friend since 2nd grade. So there she is, all dressed up, make up on, getting ready to go at 6PM, when her friend calls her. “Hey, would you mind if I give your ticket to this one guy?” One guy = a friend of a friend of a friend, who she’s never met. And her tone is of one that is not insistant, but rather filled with implications that mirror the ‘I will be expecting your resignation in the morning’ tone. So without much of a choice, she gives up her ticket, wondering wtf just happened. The guy literally takes a picture with her friend at the prom, and goes to check out the other girls, which is the only reason he wanted to get in to begin with. Guys and girls, this is the epitomy of prom night nightmares. This is worse than Oh-no-I-am-wearing-the-same-dress/tux-as-the-other-guy.
So I met this guy from Stanford for 5 minutes the other day. We just talked the usual how do you do and what do you dos, and when he said that he’s not really sure what he really wants to do just yet, I said, “well, you look like a smart kid, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” I called him a kid. Of course I apologized, but now that I look back, it was purely a formal gesture that I thought was necessary to avoid uneasiness. For some reason, this 20, 21 year old Stanford student seemed like a kid to me. I guess I could have called him a guy instead.
I had this crazy dream, that the top of my head was cut with some dude’s sword, so I had to keep them closed together with my hands. Then he cut my face, vertically through the nose, and horizontally just below it, and my nose was split open to either side, but it was all held together thanks to my hand holdin my head together. It was a disgusting sight.
I really hate how the volume goes up during TV commercials. I was watching Tai-Chi Master on Spike TV the other night and I could have sworn I didn’t have the volume so loud. So I decrease the volume, but come movie time, I have to crank it up again. This for 2 hours got really annoying. But the movie was really good. They don’t really make movies like that anymore, huh? I miss those days, when the Chinese invasion was in full effect, the economy was in a huge upside swing, and there wasn’t a care to worry about for a boy barely hitting his teens. Nostalgia is bliss.
So someone’s kidnapped. Why is this top news? What makes it so much more important than every other kidnapping going on all over the nation everyday? It almost makes it seem like this is the only kidnapping/disappearance since Laci Peterson. This makes me think, are they running out of things to talk about as news? I wish they’d do more special reports on drugs, underprivileged families, how the major cities have improved over the past 2 decades, how the space program is progressing or rather not progressing, stuff like that that really makes you think… something you can really do something about. If they want my sympathy for this girl, they got it. But what can I do? Absolutely nothing. And that’s a horrible feeling, being sympathetic, yet without the power or the ability to do anything about it.
I don’t get offended very easily. You can tell me anything you want, and I would either think you’re entitled to your opinions, whether I agree with you or not. I have too many things I do not know and I am uncertain of the things I do know most of them. But I did manage to find one person that I am really hating right now. No, it’s not you, because she’s too old and Korean to be reading Xangas. You can talk shit about me any time of the day. I understand I’m not mature enough and I have quite a ways to go. But talk shit about my family, and you’re on my shit list. I don’t care who you are. No, we were never that close. I’ve given you my trust and you played with it, what, within the past 3 months we’ve talked briefly on the phones. Is it really necessary for you to distrust someone that’s living a thousand miles away from you? And does your religion justify every little thing you do? I hate self-righteousness, and at 45+ years, you are no better than me a decade ago. Do please think less of me. I could care less. But when you bring my mother and my brother into the conversation, we are playing an entirely different ballgame you will not win. Do not listen in on my conversations with my father. Do not speak so lowly of my mother you’ve never met. Do not try and make yourself my mother when you do not even trust me nor love me.