(Come dream with me.) I don't know if I can handle this anymore [26 Apr 2006|11:39pm] it's just too much

(3 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) [06 Mar 2006|02:53am] [ mood | listless ] [ music | Boards of Canada-Turquoise Hexagon Sun ] There's something missing here.

(9 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) Episode 2 [20 Sep 2005|02:06pm] [ mood | tired ] [ music | Depeche Mode-Dream On ] If you don't know what's going on arguile-We don't really talk much anymore, probably my fault. But it's still always nice when I see you and talk to you. I hope you're doing well. More to the original point, I like how confident you are, or at least seem to be. I've always kind of looked up to that confidence and intelligence you have. auswad- We met once at a party, I mean, there's not really much to say. You seem like a very interesting person I'd probably talk to more often if there was an oppurtunity to. I uh, like your appreciation for a good walk? blametheredhead-Tiffany, I love you. I love how you dress, and just how kind of forward you are with your opinions about people. Remember the "races" after school? I'm so glad we started talking in Mrs. Hardman's class. bloodiedup82-You're ridiculous. I like how our senses of humor are so very alike. brandikins-If I wrote everything I liked about you, there would be a novel. Nevertheless, I'm saving you for later, my love. brokenhearted24-TC, we didn't talk much. Or maybe even not at all. But you seemed nice enough and you're friends with Sarah Collier, and that's good enough for me. cheezypuff47-Sarah Collier, you are very important to me. But you know that. If I could, I would probably kill everyone who's ever hurt you. I love how no matter upset I am when I talk to you, I end up laughing so amazingly hard. Speech would not have been nearly as amazing without you. chelso-Chelci, I don't know how often you read LJ. But I still care about and worry about how you're doing. I like how friendly you are with people.

(1 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) [06 Aug 2005|02:06am] maw' be'hom

(2 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) I get the best ideas, but hardly ever follow through. [14 Jul 2005|03:01am] [ mood | contemplative ] [ music | the national-city middle ] Let's see if I stick with this one. Week by week, maybe even more often if the mood strikes me, I am going to go through my friends list and say what I like about every single person on it. Sometimes it might be heavy, sometimes shallow. I daresay some people (Brandi and Sarah), will get veritable novels. Others will get a quick sentence. It may even get repetitive, since I tend to admire the same things in people. I hope you will forgve me this ahead of time. I also may randomly skip people for various reasons. If I've skipped you, and you feel ripped off (even if we don't communicate ever), comment. I'll totally come up with something. So let's get started. I'm thinking alphabetical order. ______stimulate-Erik, stop cheating. You have a different livejournal name now. ___discourseof: Jourdan, you're just so damn cool. I miss seeing you in Mrs. Lee's class and talking to you about music and various other things. We used to always say we should hang out, then never do it. I still really want to hang out with you. Seeing you always brightens me up. I like how much I always laughed around you, and how happy I always am when i see you. __agentorange: Bobby Snively, I will always hate you and love you. Probably about equally. I miss you being my best friend in Mrs. Maurer's class, and all those stupid classroom journal entries I would write about the sexual tension between us. I like how you usually say what you think, even when it makes you seem like an asshole. I also like your hugs. __tachistoscope: We've never really talked that much, but you've always been nice to me. You seem like a good person. _lostnfound_, _scarletbegonia: Cami and Maegan, I'm saving you guys for later. I need a little more time to think. animusconstrued: Sean, you are a lovable bum. I liked the couple hugs, and also drama class. I like how opinionated you can be. That's it for now. I'm delirious.

(1 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) This is how I feel [10 Jul 2005|08:06pm] [ mood | restless ] [ music | Ugly Casanova-Diamonds on the Face of Evil ] I want to be like the waves on the sea like the clouds in the wind, but I'm me. One day I'll jump out of my skin. I'll shake the sky like a hundred violins. -Sandra Cisneros, The House on Mango Street

(40 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) I will not give who I stole this from credit, because I AM AN ASSHOLE [15 Apr 2005|04:31pm] [ mood | HARDXCORE ] [ music | Spoon-Mountain to Sound ] 1. Reply to this post with your name, and: 2. I will try and tell you what song you remind me of, even if it's just because of the title. 3. I will tell you what person you remind me of, either personality-wise or looks-wise. 4. I will tell you a color I associate with you. 5. I will post my most memorable or best memory I have with you.

(4 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) Gotta post gotta post gotta post [14 Apr 2005|04:25pm] [ mood | hardcore ] [ music | Bloc Party-Positive Tension ] Yeah yeah yeah, the required "Senior Prom 2005" post will eventually be coming up. I just don't feel up to it. So my friends made an interesting discovery the other day. They did a google image search on the phrase "pirate playing guitar'. For some strange reason, when they searched this phrase, a picture of ME popped up. Thrilling, yes? If you try it, the boy with me is my cousin, Stevie. See the family resemblance? Neither do I. I got to be pregnant for about 30-30 minutes today. That Empathy Belly you get to put on during class so you can feel what a pregnant woman feels. It was actually fairly interesting, especially since I seemed to crack the class up pretty well. A recent occurence I've been pretty happy about is how much more time I've gotten to spend with Brandi and Sarah lately. My parents are actually lightening up. I still can't get over feeling horribly unprepared for graduation. I have this vague idea, though I can't guarantee the follow through. I want to write letters before I graduate to groups of people later to be determined. Something to remember me by before everything changes, as it inevitably will. Thanks friends, for being, you know, my friends. I totally have some of the most awesome friends ever.

(8 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) [24 Mar 2005|05:35pm] [ mood | sooo stoked ] I'm so stoked for tonight.

(5 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) I (heart) Andrew [19 Mar 2005|05:12pm] [ mood | tweaking ] [ music | Modest Mouse-Tundra Desert ] And they say romance is dead. yrtug: ninaninanina yrtug: my love for you is like a never ending well in which a child falls in bursting forth with that child yrtug: 's never ending scream for all eternity yrtug: or until the echo stops reverberating. yrtug: but i'm leaning towards the "all eternity" thing yrtug: alas, my love for you is like a seed that is eaten by a migratory bird that is constipated, who flys thousand of miles in this bird's digestive system to finally be crapped out hundreds of miles away and growing into a beatiful tree. it shall flourish no matter what circumstances. yrtug: likening my love for you to kudzu wouldn't be unrealistic, for my passion would multiply by city blocks at a time, devouring, suffocating, and destroying all in its path. for mine is a vengent love. yrtug: my love for you is like a series of rambling similes that lack coherence and meaning, yet continue to plow on with declarations of love resembling something unstoppable yrtug: my love for you is like a case of the genital herpes, never ending and eternal, constantly breaking out and emitting ooze from its wounds of desire and passion. yrtug: the love i claim in the name of christina is like a malignent cancer, that which spreads and consumes my body, that which can only slow the process that must surely kill me, so complete and parasitic a love it is, with treatments of nina therapy. yrtug: when the fuck are you going to get back? i am so bored

(6 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) Oh wow. [16 Mar 2005|11:28pm] [ mood | indifferent ] [ music | Yeah Yeah Yeahs-Maps ] For some reason, I always feel mildly intimidated when I think about updating my Livejournal. This may explain why I never do it. I've been stuck between remembering the past and hoping for the future to hurry up and get here. Reading my old journal was very strange and a little saddening. I feel like I'm already failing at this entry. Unlike Andrew, I don't have any cool experiences in jail to write about, so I'm working with nothing here. I've noticed I've gained my Mom's habit of phrasing aphorisms the wrong way. Some classics from Mom: -"She makes a molehill out of... " (should be "makes a mountain out of a molehill" -"... my son beating himself up." (should be "beating off") I'm sure there are other ones, I just can't think of them for the time being. Another interesting tidbit, for those of you who are under a rock or hide from me around school. My mom got into an effing bar fight. Scratch on her face, rugburn on her elbow. The real deal. She won, obviously. What was humorous was her enthusiasm in relaying the story, paired with her suddenly growing serious and saying "I don't condone violence." Ten minutes later, it would be "I fucked that bitch up" again. I love her sometimes. Do any other seniors feel completely unprepared to leave high school? Anybody else not apply to ANY colleges? Yeah, I figured I was alone in being such a loser. Oh yeah, to anyone living under a rock that amazingly has internet access, I have a boyfriend. Ben Carlton, actually. We've been together a little over four months now. He treats me like a princess. I treat him like something. Strawberry Festival was pretty neat. I'd love to be the dunking booth person. Seriously, you get paid to sit in a tank and talk shit on everybody. You see every kind of person at strawberry fest. Rednecks, thugs, goths, "scenesters", surfers, families. It's fascinating. I'm sorry my entry wasn't more witty or endearingly eccentric (coughdamnyouleifcough). I'm rusty.

(19 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) Brandi: He is a cunt. But he's my cunt. WAIT NO! [19 Jul 2004|08:12pm] [ mood | amused ] [ music | Stray Cats-She's Sexy and 17 ] I was going to do a serious post about my intermittent bursts of depression. But when Brandi said that, I laughed. And decided to post. 5 4 3 1 OFF BLAST! If you read Sarah Collier's journal, you might actually understand one of her entries now. I'm out now, kthnxbai.

(26 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) Understanding in a Car Crash [13 Jul 2004|12:23pm] [ mood | apathetic ] [ music | Sleater-Kinney-I wanna be your Joey ] My memories of the night are rather vague memories of kisses stolen in dark backseats, and of the actual happening, non-existent. All I remember is waking up afterwards, lying in the backseat with a woman holding my head and speaking to me, while shattered glass glittered around me like dying stars. I laughed, confused, believing it to be one of the many dreams I'd had in the past two weeks. Then the ambulance arrived, flashing red lights, and I got loaded in. (Ironic Moment: One of the EMTs was a familiar face. He'd taken my grandma away.) So to the hospital we went. Long hours under harsh fluorescent nights, sad bleeding people. I was sad and bleeding, but tried to spread smiles because at heart I'll always be a nerdy little Asian. Stitches and needles, and drifting out of reality without noticing it. That's what little Ninas are made of. And then a visit from the Sheriff. Basically, my cousin (who was down for the grandma I'd lived with for three months, taking care of's funeral) tried to turn off a road on a green light, but not a green arrow. We were then t-boned at fifty plus miles an hour. She swerved, so we didn't get hit full-on. If she had not swerved, I would have died. Then after the first hit, we got spun around and hit head-on. I was on the side that got t-boned. Results: Two broken metatarpals in my right foot, broken big two, various bruises and scratches, and stitches in two places. Much contemplation of what streak of bad luck would cause two accidents, a death, and a computer monitor getting struck by lightning. I'm alive and well, though. If on crutches. It's a beautiful world. Between my grandma's sickness, living with her and taking care of her (for three months), and her eventual decline into death, I haven't had much inspiration to update or keep up with other people's journals. Now I'm back, though, with a new set up. I might actually even start getting along with people again. I'll warn you, I'm changed.

(10 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) I'm Calling You Out, Bitch. [18 May 2004|08:28am] [ mood | PISSED OFF! ] [ music | Slipknot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111Rahhh!!!!!11 ] Yeah, I'm tired of your fucking shit. Just go fucking hang yourself, because I fucking hate you. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. I just used the word fuck way too many times. But yeah. I'm calling you out. Every single one of you guys. Let's fight. Like hell. Especially you, Stephanie Schroeder. Especially you. I'll be watching for you, and you better watch your fucking back. Juuuuust kidding, guys.

(24 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) Guess what I got? [28 Apr 2004|09:49pm] [ mood | happy ] [ music | The West Wing in the Background. ] ( A BABY! )

(7 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) Dear Best Friend. [16 Mar 2004|08:15am] [ mood | contemplative ] [ music | Good stuff, with screaming. I hate not having my computer. ] ( I just wanted to let you know I miss you )

You wish I was a fairytale; This frog will never change anything. [08 Mar 2004|10:30pm] [ mood | shitty ] [ music | I don't know, but it's depressing. ] I am one of the shittiest people I know. I disallowed comments, I'll brook no arguments.

(2 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) HardXCore to the fucking bone. [06 Mar 2004|06:25am] [ mood | amused ] [ music | Britney Spears-Toxic (God I love this song) ] Cheerful Addict (11:55:31 PM): *edited* ChinezPza00 (11:55:31 PM): lol, skank ChinezPza00 (11:55:39 PM): .... Cheerful Addict (11:55:43 PM): *edited* ChinezPza00 (11:55:47 PM): ..... Cheerful Addict (11:55:54 PM): *edited* ChinezPza00 (11:56:10 PM): .... ChinezPza00 (11:57:22 PM): *vomits all over the fucking place* Cheerful Addict (11:57:28 PM): You do that godamned ellipses thing one more time. Cheerful Addict (11:57:42 PM): And I swear to God, I will shoot you in the motherfucking head. Cheerful Addict (11:57:46 PM): But it'll be a pop gun. Cheerful Addict (11:57:55 PM): And while you're all relieved that it was just a pop gun. Cheerful Addict (11:57:59 PM): I'll stab you in the fucking face. Sam knows how it be.

(33 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) Oh yeah, and [03 Mar 2004|05:53am] [ mood | blah ] [ music | Cursive-Fairytales Tell Tales ] Sorry so many updates in a row, but I am one of the few losers who is actually at school. And I am bored out of my fricking mind. I truly think that I am going insane, sometimes. Prom is Saturday. That should be pretty keen. ( I got a haircut )

(3 Woke Me | Come dream with me.) I have a headache. [03 Mar 2004|05:43am] [ mood | Headache-a-licious ] [ music | None, sadly. ] I took this test the first time, and I'm a random brutal sex dreamer. Take this test, guys. http://www.okcupid.com/ ( There's a lot of wild lust inside you )

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