another runaway

Who knew

Koreans

were

this

sensitive

To gay rights movements.

Well NOT I.

PS. I liked the gangster bunnies on motorcycles.

My biggest regret in life was not being a Catholic school girl.

I contemplated following this white chick off the highway and back to her house to smash in her windshield.

I'm not afraid nearly as much as I should be.

Who gives a shit.

Transformers 2 sucked.

I want my money back.

Someone got really mad at me because I was talking on the phone about how much it sucked and proceeded to inform me of how great Transformers is and did I know it's ten times better than Gundam? Whoa. Nerd alert.

If Michael Bay took a shit and ate it on camera, people would still go watch it.

I love summer weather. I swear to God, it's so much better now. Hello, bike season! I swear to God, all the bikes come out and it's so...... fucking annoying.

I hate R6 riders. I'm going to leave it at that.

I haven't done my 500 mile break in. I think I'm on my 50th mile, LOLOLOLOL, which means I can't go over 4000 rpm and I'm on a bloody Kawasaki, this means my top speed is ~35mph. It runs so lean, it takes me forever to warm up the engine, WHY DOESN'T IT HAVE A FUEL INJECTION? The Canadians get a fuel injector, why can't I get a fuel injector? I went online and was like why do I always have to open up the choke all the way and they looked at me like wtf is a choke, how old is your bike? Fucking Kawasaki, this bike better last me forever.

I need to practice my traffic driving. Right turns (against a red) are especially tricky because I sometimes forget to straighten my front wheel before I brake, which could ultimately mean a drop. That and I use my rear brake too much, which could ultimately kill me.

It's true what they say though, the center of gravity (although its pretty high now with the new body design) on the N250 is still so wonderful that I can recover my mistakes pretty easily so far. I think it helped that I practiced on a 500cc cruiser, which sucked very much.

I went online and watched all these terrible and gruesome crash videos. This guy who was thrown underneath a truck and had his torso cut in half, another guy who high sided onto a big rig and splattered his blood and guts all over the vehicles, basically all these people dying for accidents that would have been laughable if done in a car. It helps me to remember that this is a hobby that could kill me anyday at any second, and that I have people at home who worry about me. I'm not particularly daring, I don't want to stunt and I don't want to track ride (who has the money these days anyways?) I'm pretty damn happy to be riding rural roads at 35mph with the sun shining through the trees. (Nao: WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST BUY A FUCKING SCOOTER THEN?)

That said, the black paint job makes my butt very uncomfortable.

Frustrated with my Tecate cans, I tried drinking beer with a straw.

Is quite nice.

I'm always the only Asian in my politics classes. This makes ditching class impossible without notice from the professor.

Speaking of impossible, so is shopping for make-up.

By going into the store to get foundation, I came out with blush, primer, and a fucking eyelash curler. If I didn't have it before, it makes me need it, if I had it already, it makes the old one inadequate.

Kind of like underwear shopping.

Nao pointed out this pair of heels that fucking goes with everything (including the skirt). I think I cried as she tore me away.

I bought a 70 dollar skirt. Skirts went out of season a while ago, but until I lose some weight, I'm not joining this ridiculous shorts craze. My God, California, fucking stop it.

I was listening to Adagio for Strings (the real one) and I kept expecting the bass to kick in and I'm always poised to start waving invisible glow sticks and convulsing around like a mentally impaired ape.

Ah, America's uncultured youth.

4-20 is coming up again. As a resident of Santa Cruz, this is an incredible joy to me. And by incredible joy, I mean get the fuck out of my town, douchebags.

I just got three messages on my cell phone

"Hey whatcha up to?"

"Heey are you free?"

"Sry wrong Joanne"

Dear 510 *** ****

You are a fucking douchebag.

Who the hell types out such asinine sentences like this and actually texts people with them? I have to pay money for opening and reading that shit. I'm assuming it's a girl.

It bothers me a lot that I apparently know people like this. OMFG.

I really hate my international law class.

I'm doing a paper on the ICC and I stupidly looked up the My Lai massacre in Google Image search. Why is everything in fucking color.

Excuse me while I become violently sick.

I've seen these pictures before. Just not at 3AM and with a stomach full of Rockstar.

I've discovered a number of things about biking.

Among them, bike gear is guaranteed to make you look like a man. Or a white trash porn star. Everything's so...chunky.

Why.

Why, dammit.

Summer come sooner please.

June LSATS can go away.

My girlfriend's a pansy. Always talking tough shit, saying trannies are freaks, Asians aren't people, uglies should be euthanized, women just need to be slapped more...

And she goes and gets the fucking ugliest, tranniest, dykiest (well at least not Asian...) lab partner in the whole world.

Nao: I'M NOT GOING TO LAB TODAY, I DON'T WANT TO BE MOLESTED.

Well you should have thought about that earlier, silly face.

The only reason I'm talking about trannies in a derogatory manner is because...MY FAVORITE COMIC BOOK CHARACTER IS ONE. Well not a tranny, just a super awesome alien who can turn into anything like a fucking ninja.

And also because I'm unapologetically abrasive. (I once spent a whole bus ride talking shit about fat people and there was a fatty sitting behind me and I didn't know until we got off. Ooops, I pulled a Chinese.)

Too bad they fucking removed him. Her. It. Sexy beast. Thing. In the name of angsty plot device. Why do I read these things that make me so sad, I blame it on my vagina. No.

I blame it on Watchmen. Sin City. X-Men. Alan Moore. Hellboy. And Joss Whedon.

In case anyone was wondering, this entry was about me rediscovering the awesomeness of Runaways, which I haven't read since high school.

American comics are fucking addictive. That shit has to stop, it's like, a crime. It puts certain island countries to shame and emo tears. I was talking about Japan, by the way. Fucking freaks.

[ /nerd rage]

I quit my job.

I've never been so happy in my life.

( So yeah. )

Dear 2009:

Send more beer. And sausages.

Thanks,

Joanne

I only need 500 more bucks.

Come on, January. COUGH IT UP.

I TOTALLY feel like I'm that dude in Kung Fu Panda.

Totally lame and uncool and spending my days working at a noodle shop.

And always looking out the window dreaming of greatness.

I just bought a crapload of LP vinyls on eBay and I feel like a fucking retard to start a record collection without a turntable.

Nao: I'm thinking of putting a stereo in our kitchen.
Me: SURE BABY *clutches LPs to self*

I want to buy this turntable that costs as much as an iPhone. Am I crazy? Hell yes.

Last final tomorrow morning. I really should do my paper but I'm screwed.

I posted in my schools' anonymous confessions thread about how much I wanted to fuck my Oceans TA. I REALLY HOPE she doesn't have an lj account. If she does...that's ok, I'm never gonna see her again anyways. =D

=(

I have no game when it comes to 28 year old hotties. It's ok, I'm working on it.

Everyday, I see a lot of people who wear designer shoes/jeans/bags/sunglasses/shirts/skirts/pants/necklaces/earrings, and I can't help but feel terribly bad for them because they're all so fucking stupid.

It's fine to like things like Galliano, Burberry, LV, Marc Jacobs, Choos, and whatever.

But there is getting dressed, and there is dressing.

Forget about fashion, once you don't know the difference between the two, you've made the ultimate faux pas.

Fashion is art. It's not about monetary and social symbols.

I lied. I guess it is.

wear your clothes, don't fucking let the clothes wear you

I feel like Coldplay ruined "Liberty Leading the People".

That painting was fucking beautiful when I first saw it while daydreaming about porking my art history teacher in the slide projection room.

I think I'm going to pop up at her office in De Anza with a Christmas present or something.

Bloc Party is so amazing.

I wish I could write songs like that.