things to jot down

I just woke up from a nap and i hope it doesnt screw me over. This weekend has been really mellow and i think its what i needed cause lately everythings just been too much.I didnt have much of an appetiite and the sleep deprivivation has been dragging on for the longest time.I'm not sure whats next but i hope the storms over, cause ive run out of dry clothes! Yesterdays a blur which tends to happen a lot, i dont remember a lot. maybe i'm too focussed on the present when itis the present to ever come back to the past, If youd even consider yesterday the past.Or maybe its cause its the samething everyday and now it just all blurrs together. if thats the case i'd like to have at least a week of justnothing blending together, and a clear division of each day just to signify my adventures. Maybe that is the case,cause i seem to be thinking about the same things over and over again.

It's sunday, and like every sunday i read secrets.
This is my favorite secret from this week !
talking about "secrets" it reminds me of that really cute poem this really cute poem :
You can't order a poem like you order a taco.
Walk up to the counter, say, "I'll take two"
and expect it to be handed back to youon a shiny plate.
Still, I like your spirit.Anyone who says,
"Here's my address,write me a poem," deserves something in reply.
So I'll tell you a secret instead:poems hide.
In the bottoms of our shoes,they are sleeping.
They are the shadowsdrifting across our ceilings the momentbefore we wake up.
What we have to dois live in a way that lets us find them.
Once I knew a man who gave his wifetwo skunks for a valentine.
He couldn't understand why she was crying.
"I thought they had such beautiful eyes."
And he was serious. He was a serious manwho lived in a serious way.
Nothing was uglyjust because the world said so. He reallyliked those skunks.
So, he re-invented themas valentines and they became beautiful.At least, to him.
And the poems that had been hidingin the eyes of skunks for centuriescrawled out and curled up at his feet.
Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give uswe find poems.
Check your garage, the odd sockin your drawer, the person you almost like, but not quite.
And let me know.


Perhaps my favorite poem, to accompany my favorite secret.
I was roaming around the web and ventured into urbandictionary. this is what i found!
^^Its so relevant to my life cause seriously bitches dont waste my minutes! :)



Jotting down things that come to mind :

1) Anthony Do : YOURE A FREAKEN EXTREME BLOGGer!!! i laaaaavs it :).
Keep up the plaid it works for you >:], i'm so excited about the braclete you got me !! keep following the yellow brick road and ask the wizzardto give YOU a favorite color. :), or maybe walk down aisle 6 of walmart to the crayola, idk your choice.
2) Michelle Pham : can't believe youre on lockdown ! Never forget about karma beeeeeeeeeotch ! p.s i still love that pciture of us and I WILL develope it for 15 cents @ target :)
3) Victoria Kesoma Do : i love you & your support, btw. i loved that we matched HAHAH ! & i envy your hair + mind! :)
4) Tracy Phan : Everytime i think of you i think of that moment when we were partying it up @ your house ( eating chips & dip ).+ when you told us the story of you in kindergarden + fathers day i swear i imagined you as a korean drama it was so cool... :) <333

- i regret doing this because once you name one you have to name them all...
& i jsut cant do that right now, so i think every blog i'll just add a couple more people ! :) Stay tuned to see if youre on it !

can i just ramble...
I went to the 99 cent store, it was very embarassing. I looked like a homeless figuring who the hell would i need to look good for turns out i should NEVER think that way again !
These weekend movies are so great, i enjoy finding new loves of things when i can !
what's with all these letdowns, I'm preparing for the downfall. Maybe its already occured,
and the bottom is just as dark as the top
I just ate a gross mango. it tasted like it was rolled in sour patches omg...
I found my paulfrank pajama bottoms. i always get good dreams when i wear them, :)
i think something bit me....
I'm kind of broken,
i need my fix.
Looks like its going to be another long night.
I'm drinking juice again, and life is still as sweet.
I'm always drinking juice, i wish life was ALWAYS this sweet.
CONGRATULATIONS philip on winning the Franco Shade !
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROAPm-aTqCo

Dear World, i burned my first batch of cupcakes, please don't notice.
fuck.... because i went back to my room it write this ^
i burned the SECOND batch too... dont notice that either!
WHERE ARE YOU LAURA :(

I hope i'll find the answer in my dreams.