How to look more alive than you actually are since your dumb ass decided to get sick on the first week of school and now you’re that sick girl nobody wants to get near: Wear Christmas decorations on your head. For serious.

Jennifer and I found some 75% off Christmas bows about two weeks ago and bought some cheap headbands. Twist the little Christmas decoration onto a headband and voila! For under a dollar, the headband is now at least ten times cooler than it was before making your otherwise virus-ridden face and your cranky behavior a lot more . . . approachable.

What a long string of bummers work has been lately.

Today I was kissed on the hand by the dude I buy Puffy Hot Cheetos from at the liquor store up the street from my house. I’ve known him for years it seems, and its kind of strange. He’s not a bad guy in the least, but then again, we don’t know much about each other. He’s never bugged me about buying drinks though, which is pretty cool (and ironic, since it is a liquor store after all. . .). So anyway, I walk in, I’m surprised he’s there (since normally its some other creep) and he walks out from behind the counter and shakes my hand. Only he kisses it instead B:’

Me: Dude Mike, what the hell was that all about?
Mike: I thought about doing it before but I was afraid you were going to slap me BUT YOU DIDN’T SO I’M GUNNA KEEP TRYING.

He’s been with me through . .oh what is it, Alan, Hans, Fernando and now John? Four guys now? @_@; It makes me feel kind of like a jerk. And also kind of slutty. I guess there’s really no point to this.

So, I’ve missed playing Guild Wars :B I help John with some quests and end up in some bullshitty American District (God I missed talking on GW) where somehow the conversation leads into a political debate. That is, until somebody says

“At least Obama isn’t like Flava’ Flave”

I have missed this so much T_T

In other news, I’ve managed to bruise three of my fingers and cut one of them. So the only “untouched” finger on my left hand that isn’t damaged in some way is my pinky. And now that I’ve said it, something will undoubtedly fall on it. My coworker and I walked off to Little Tokyo for lunch, where he bought me a thing of candies in a little tin :] If you’ve ever seen Grave of the Fireflies, these are the candies that the little girl carries around (and the ones her ashes are in . . . ). My coworker isn’t a mean guy for buying me something that’s got so much sadness in it, since I saw them and went “I WANT THAT ONE”. “You sure?” “YEAHS”. Plus he’s never actually seen the movie =x He’d probably think I were some weird sadist or something. The movie was haunting, but the candies are great.

I couldn’t get the top to come off, so I tried prying it off with my fingers, which is how three of them are messed up. The fourth finger is messed up because of a killer papercut accident. Seriously! The top would not come off and I thought of going back to the dup shop and just drilling through the tin with the holepunchers. I was seriously looking like a giant kid with access to heavy machinery. Seeing my sad struggle, my coworker shook his head, sighed, grabbed a quarter and popped the stupid thing off for me. Oh. So thats how you take the fucking tops off. I knew that.

Oh yeah! I also finished reading Isaac Marion’s The Inside. I’ve had it for a while, but never got a chance to read it until . . . Monday. Its really good! :O I’ve always liked his writing :O He totally cuts out the bullshit fillers too, to where everything has a point. I’ve been glued to the book since I got the chance to read it. :B He only has sixty copies left, so go buy it! Or like, take mine and I’ll buy another one! :O

I think I covered the jist of it in the title. Even though I’m literally running on 3 hours of sleep (as I finished my work around 3 am and had to get up at 6 to print the damn thing), I can still feel the energy running within me. It could have been the coffee and green tea I had earlier.

My last final for the quarter was surprisingly easy. I think its because I actually liked the class and was interested in it, so I paid attention to it more. I didn’t really had to search around for my notes to get the answers. John picked me up after class and we had breakfast and spent the rest of the day together :3 We went to the mall where we saw an old teacher of mine whose papers I’d grade O: She left school the year after I graduated and I haven’t been able to contact her since, until I saw her at the mall while John and I were having lunch. She was carting around two adorable kids and their grandparents.

It was weird seeing her again O: All Fridays in my senior year after school were spent in her classroom, grading stuff for community service hours, munching on the snacks she’d bring, and basically having a really good time with my friends. I wasn’t sure if she’d recognize me (I don’t think I’ve changed much, but then, I used to look like this), or if I should call her by her real name (maybe the fact that we’re both adults now changes things?) or if I should continue to call her what I’ve been calling her all these years — Senora :B I guess I should be glad that the woman who cut my hair an hour earlier left it drippy and wet so that my straightening would frizz out . . I was characterized by my thick hair in high school :B

Afterwards, John and I went home and laid around until five or so :B We watched Tokyo Godfathers after dinner.

I know, I swore off Satoshi Kon after watching Paprika (and then not sleeping for about a month . .and still scares me until today) because I don’t need this guy’s insane fairytales invading my current ones, but Tokyo Godfathers was perfect. Its pretty much made it to one of my most favorite movies and I recommend you all to go out and watch it when you can :]

Its been a very good day :]