October 2009
today, you gave me two minutes of your time. now...
why does this always happen? it's bothering me...
“I might be a shabby person
Who has never done anything for you
But today, I am...”
– Park Bom - You and I
on homecoming night; because i almost couldn't go.
william: i'm so tired. i didn't sleep last night.
me: at all? why?
william: well, i laid in bed for two hours but then i got up at 4. i was worrying that i wouldn't have a homecoming date.
me: i'm sorry.
william: why do you always say you're sorry about everything?
me: i don't know, i just feel really bad. it's just what i say.
i am the only person
in the united states to have a tumblarity of 0.
… i think that makes me sad but i don’t know if i care enough.
hahahaha.
JC poopoo face
last night was homecoming.
after the dance, the boys had a little surprise for us. they all serenaded us with a song, and then each boy said a little line/poem for their date and gave them a bracelet. it was probably the cutest thing ever.
william said something like “…what’s your name again? oh yeah. jane chen. chen chen chen. the first time i saw you, you had on a poo poo...
“why can’t everything just go as planned for once in my life?”
i don't know if i like him.
He teases me everyday. I make flipbooks in my English books in which he is the hero. He makes me carry sousaphones. I tell him I hate him every day. He tries to take pictures of me on his phone. I have stupid dreams of him. He calls me a peacock. He makes me the queen, or the royal peacock, of the table, at which he is the king. He writes our English projects about me…as a peacock. He draws...
i know nothing will amount from this.
him: do you really hate me?
me: no
him: then does that mean you love me?
me: no
him: well then what are we?
me: i don't know. *thinking: that's up to you to decide*
“No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like...”
– regina spektor - on the radio.
