Flash.

Andrew VanWyngarden cracks me up. He should be in my life so we can talk about squeezing lemons and make our own tie-dye clothes.

He's full of puppies and teddy bears. *is in luv*

Stare at his eyes longer and you'll lose your virginity to them.

Cravings.

Update : Moved.

I moved to another house last week (right before my exams so yay for good reasons to back up my screwed up results) and I finally experienced technology again. Yes, I got back my Internet and it feels so..familiar despite living in a house that freaks me out at night. I sleep with a night light. Sue me for being afraid of unfamiliar territory in the dark and sounds at night.

I'm proud of myself for not being Internet deprived during my caveman period. Mostly because it's the exam week and I have to study pillars of books the day before the subject but that's not the main point of this discussion. Internet confetti, y'all! I'll be a survivor of an Electrical Breakdown Apocalypse, if that happens.

Random : Uncles and aunts have the biggest issue to pick with me. It's always about the skin tone. So what if I'm tanned? Jeez, people. Keep your socks on and stop making it sound as if it's my fault. I hate it when they get all "Why are you so dark? You should use some lotion." I will use whitening lotion whenever I feel like I should, woman. *is pissed* I have no problem with catching the opposite gender's attention (not in the negative way) with my skin tone. So, get out of my hair and use your 100 bucks lotion to whiten your already white face. The urge to dye my hair electric blue just grew stronger, just to spite them.

Rye.

Update : Moving away.

Also. I'm starting to dread the fast pace of life, again. I need some time-out.

I want to run away. Just for a day.