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.

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.

“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

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 :]

But Karen, you have a ton of bags!

STFU D:

. . .. 7 more pages to go.

“Hi, Gia?”
“You have the wrong number”
“Do you have the right number?”
“No.”
“Do you massage?”
“No”
“Do you know where I can find a number to get a massage?”
“The internet?”
“BUT I DON’T HAVE A COMPUTER!”
“Well that just sucks to be you, doesn’t it?”
*Click*

“Hello?”
“Hi”
“Do you do massages?”
“No. Sir, you have the wrong number”
“I’m looking for a massage”
“Well you’re not getting one!”
*Click*

On Voicemail:
“Hi. My name is Frank. I was told I could get a massage if I called this number. I’m looking for a Gia and I need a massage. Call me back at _________”

“Hi. Gia?”
“No, I’m not Gia. You have the wrong number, Sir”
“Oh :[ (you could tell he’s frowning from the Oh)”
“Well do you do massages? :D (you could tell he’s wearing a hopeful :D)”
“No”

Somebody get this guy a massage!

Its like I’m the only one in there who doesn’t know a thing about Russia :/ Half the class has lived there for pete’s sake.

I’m so fucking screwed :/

11:29 PM
him: you mention those 4 years as much as i mention “hey want me to cam”
give it up already sheesh
me: I can’t
him: you must
please
me: I live in a hole of bad memories
him: i implore you
why so bad
it wasnt so bad
i wasnt some big deal
me: Have you ever googled your screenames? :B

Talking to him always makes me feel incredibly inadequate because even though he wasn’t some big deal, he is everything that reminds me of my 16 year old self. I hate that I sound so small talking to him. Inadequate, small, you know, being Zeb’s weird girlfriend, sad, deranged, angry. Basically like every other 16 year old (have fun with that, Mindy :B). But I haven’t talked to anybody since that time, aside from him four years after. And its like a giant waterfall of sucktastic memories that I don’t want to remember.

That is, until the asshat brings in the old saved conversations that I can’t get away from.

I want to run from them, but at the same time, I’m drawn to those memories. They were my first actual time on the internet, the first internet drama, first blog (if it weren’t for him and my old friends, ATW would exist only in my handwritten journals), first total crap time and kick in the gut. I miss those days, I hate those days, I loved those days. I miss the days when the only drama I got into were internet ones, with giant forum fights. I miss having a crush on Tyler (the fella above), then getting mad at him since I disappeared for like 2 weeks on a trip I didn’t want to go to and he was off flirting with somebody else. I miss talking to my old friends. I miss getting in crazy forum fights with him and the girls and the ugly guy. I miss the love triangles, the sarcastic joking, screename changing, forum changing, journal invasions, the intentionally pissing people off — being everything you (and I) truly hated.

Most of all, I miss that they were the only thing I had to worry about. I hate that I have actual things to worry over, such as finding a job where my boss isn’t a total tool, passing my class, finding money for next quarter, my teeth, my eyesight and my failing health.

Perhaps it really is time to move on.

Of course its been like a month since I’ve ordered it. But you know what? It comes with a little surprise gift that Jason Schwartzman touched. Its all good :D