I'm lacking in a lot of things to say, and slacking in my priorites.
I want to become more free-spirited, but that process takes a long time. It makes me think about the area behind my apartmet with nothing there, except some rough and itchy dead plants. I feel like a dead plant myself- unhelpful, meaningless, as a burden, something just uappealing to look at. I feel trapped in this shithole box of a "home". I keep thinking how the landlord should just strip that area of the dead itchy plants and plant a cute little field of daffodils there. Then I could run in them, take some pictures, take some flowers. Take the universe into a little palm with a tight grip. But I'm just writing - from my mind, and out my fingers, don't make sense of it. It's just text and I'm okay with the dead plants underneath the balcony... the giant fence around the whole field hides it. Just like how a smile can hide all the emotions you feel, yeah?
Every single essay or piece of writing I compose, I wonder why I put so much effort. I really don't understand why I would put myself under so much stress and disdain for almost no apparent reason. I can just bullshit the whole thing, making the process faster and easier, but I
make life more difficult trying to focus myself on what I want to be said. I guess I'm just that crazy type of person that goes great lengths to write my mind out.
Fact of the Day: I need some change, yea?
Story of the Day: Story time! Story time! Story time! Story time! Story time! It is story time! Today’s story is going to be about Matt Lee. Duh. But this time, its not going to be about his day, its gonna be something totally random that never happened. Well, here i go. Once upon a time, there was a boy. His name was Matt. Matt Lee. He was just one of those typical asian kids. He wasn’t good at math or anything. He was, normal. Well, one day, he was taking a walk in a park because the weather felt real nice and his computer was broken so he had nothing to do. Before Matt had left the house, he had put on some crazy good foreign cologne. He put it on because he wanted to “attract” some girls. So he put some on and went to the park. He stayed out for a few hours. It was nice. He enjoyed his time outside his house. He didn’t “attract” and girls, so he decided to go home. On the way out of the park, he passed by this cute couple. It was this 6’3 girl her boyfriend who was a hella lot shorter than her. This girl was freakin tall!!! Matt didn’t want to make eye contact with them because the girl was so tall. He stared at them and kept walking. When Matt passed by them, he noticed that the short boy gave Matt a look before they passed each other. Matt looked back at him because….yea, he thought something was wrong. The real short boy said something to his woman and Matt overheard him. The boy said, "OMG HE SMELT SO GOOD". Matt’s eyes opened up wide because that was the gayest thing he has ever heard. Well. Matt’s day was ruined. Instead of attracting girls with his cologne, he attracted a boy. Well, on the way home, Matt realized that he had seen those 2 people somewhere. He realized that it was Eunice Ahn and Paul “hyojoon” Lee. Oh my. I guess Matt walked past them so fast that neither Matt nor the two youngins could recognize each other. Later that day, Matt IM’ed Paul and told him he was mad homo. Paul once told Matt that he was homophobic, but after hearing that a man “smelt so good”, Matt doesn’t think hes homophobic now. Dang, this story is wack man. :D ~THE END~
I want to become more free-spirited, but that process takes a long time. It makes me think about the area behind my apartmet with nothing there, except some rough and itchy dead plants. I feel like a dead plant myself- unhelpful, meaningless, as a burden, something just uappealing to look at. I feel trapped in this shithole box of a "home". I keep thinking how the landlord should just strip that area of the dead itchy plants and plant a cute little field of daffodils there. Then I could run in them, take some pictures, take some flowers. Take the universe into a little palm with a tight grip. But I'm just writing - from my mind, and out my fingers, don't make sense of it. It's just text and I'm okay with the dead plants underneath the balcony... the giant fence around the whole field hides it. Just like how a smile can hide all the emotions you feel, yeah?
Every single essay or piece of writing I compose, I wonder why I put so much effort. I really don't understand why I would put myself under so much stress and disdain for almost no apparent reason. I can just bullshit the whole thing, making the process faster and easier, but I
make life more difficult trying to focus myself on what I want to be said. I guess I'm just that crazy type of person that goes great lengths to write my mind out.
Fact of the Day: I need some change, yea?
Story of the Day: Story time! Story time! Story time! Story time! Story time! It is story time! Today’s story is going to be about Matt Lee. Duh. But this time, its not going to be about his day, its gonna be something totally random that never happened. Well, here i go. Once upon a time, there was a boy. His name was Matt. Matt Lee. He was just one of those typical asian kids. He wasn’t good at math or anything. He was, normal. Well, one day, he was taking a walk in a park because the weather felt real nice and his computer was broken so he had nothing to do. Before Matt had left the house, he had put on some crazy good foreign cologne. He put it on because he wanted to “attract” some girls. So he put some on and went to the park. He stayed out for a few hours. It was nice. He enjoyed his time outside his house. He didn’t “attract” and girls, so he decided to go home. On the way out of the park, he passed by this cute couple. It was this 6’3 girl her boyfriend who was a hella lot shorter than her. This girl was freakin tall!!! Matt didn’t want to make eye contact with them because the girl was so tall. He stared at them and kept walking. When Matt passed by them, he noticed that the short boy gave Matt a look before they passed each other. Matt looked back at him because….yea, he thought something was wrong. The real short boy said something to his woman and Matt overheard him. The boy said, "OMG HE SMELT SO GOOD". Matt’s eyes opened up wide because that was the gayest thing he has ever heard. Well. Matt’s day was ruined. Instead of attracting girls with his cologne, he attracted a boy. Well, on the way home, Matt realized that he had seen those 2 people somewhere. He realized that it was Eunice Ahn and Paul “hyojoon” Lee. Oh my. I guess Matt walked past them so fast that neither Matt nor the two youngins could recognize each other. Later that day, Matt IM’ed Paul and told him he was mad homo. Paul once told Matt that he was homophobic, but after hearing that a man “smelt so good”, Matt doesn’t think hes homophobic now. Dang, this story is wack man. :D ~THE END~