Like the majority of all other middle-class, suburban, disenchanted, wannabe-gangsta teenage youth, I get into little tiffs with the parents. Most of the time, it results in me laying in my room looking at the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling while listening to the chilly chill stylings of Joshua Radin (if it's a summer night, I like to take out the screen in my window and sit out the window--i'm sure it looks suicidal, so that's why I don't do it during the day, even though I'm pretty sure my neighbors already think I'm weird because I actually spend time outside). I take that time to, ya know, pity myself, cry a little, and then I have to stop crying because if I cry a lot my eyes get all puffy and sick looking, something that I can't risk, given the circumstances that my eyes are already pequeno (small for all you non-hispanohablantes) due to the fact that I am, in fact, Asian, and genetically the dice have been APPARENTLY thrown in the direction of smallish eyes and biggish brains and terrible-ish driving abilities (forgive me for the stereotyping, the latter part is totally not true in my case because you guys I RAWK at driving, please just call me Dale Earnhart Jr. Da Female Version).
But other than the bi-weekly verbal brawl, my parents are pretty cool. Especially when comparing them now to what they were like before. You see, my mom used to be really hormonal and snippy all the time and my dad didn't like to do the dishes and oftentimes fell asleep in front of the TV after dinner (think Frank and Marie, with a less forgiving Marie). But now, they're just cutie pies because they always play ping-pong in the basement and joke around and watch movies together. It's adorable. I want to be my parents when I grow up.
When parents are happy, the household is happier.
Uhm, sometimes things get so ridiculous that I can do nothing but be like, bananas! that's kinda cool. This thought rumbles into my brain every time I see a moving car with LASSIE'S HEAD STICKING OUT THE FREAKIN DRIVER SEAT WINDOW. A.) How does one drive when a dog bum is causing some definite lowered visibility, B.) Why would you do that to your passenger seat pal who basically has asshole as their left peripheral vision, the dog's and the actual driver. (pun, pun, punny) C.) What if your dog is a teeny bit suicidal.
Despite the lack of question marks, the above are all valid-ish questions.
When it's not so extreme, aka, when the dog's head is merely out the passenger side window or the backseat windows, my love is not out of incredulity, but out of actual enchantment. Because dogs chillin with their heads out the window is adorable. Seriously, just adorable. It's like the quintessence of charm, like criss crossed apple pies and tree houses and Coney Island.
I know how gay that sounds, like hell-o Smucker's commercial, but, come on you guys. . .it's a dog sticking its head out the window of a car. What's not to lurv?
3. China Glaze's "Awaken"
But now that I'm actually thinking about it, I'll probably use this nail polish for a year or two, so it was probably worth it. Okays, well anywayz, I got this color called Awaken, it's this really cool lustery dark silvery color. Like imagine you're in London and there is a sudden spring rainstorm, and it's perhaps 6 pm, so the sky is darkening a tiddlywink. Now look up at the sky. Now add a bit of shiny shine and ground diamonds and silver grillz into the fluffy gray clouds. And there's the color.
4. Finding Your Perfect Pandora Mix
I often run into this problem with Pandora that once if I put in an artist, I just get repeated songs over and over again. It happened with Jack's Mannequin, and it also happened with Priscilla Ahn--while I did find new artists/songs that I seriously loved (Jaymay, Meiko, the song "Thunder"), it got to be a leetle tiresome listening to crap songs over and over again.
BUT YOU GUYS !!! I found the perfect artist to Pandora, and this is just for me, there's high chance you'll h8 it. SUFJAN STEVENS. Uhhhhh I knew it was meant to be the instant I heard a cover of Across the Universe and In an Aeroplane Over the Sea come on. Bliss, bliss, bliss.
5. "In Just" by e.e.cummings
I'd like to just apologize that this entire post wasn't that funnay. I know usually this blog is probably Ferrell+Poehler+Carell caliber (maybe even higher, who knows). I mean sometimes I titter just even anticipating stuff I'm gonna write. . .and titter's even an understatement, sometimes I find myself full-on ROTFLMAO while writing this shiz. LOL.
But no, I blame the hiatus and general lowering of quality on the fact that is prime time for Seasonal Affective Disorder because holidays are over, and now we just want spring to come, but winter's gonna drag out for probs 2 more months because it's a gaywad like that, and also the groundhog probs just likes to increase human misery. Phuck Puxatony Phil.
But in celebration of the upcoming spring and the hope at the bottom of Pandora's Box, I leave you with this beautiful beautiful poem by punctuation-convention-breaking prodigy, e.e. cummings. far and weeeeeee
| in Just- by: e.e. cummings |
| in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisbel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope and it's spring and the goat-footed balloonMan whistles far and wee |
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