"i'll be tasty tasty!"

wow the other night was HELLA good times, proving once again that if you put me, ivan, and cathy (and obvi bobby, but he was not present) in the middle of nowhere we will have good times. A while back we were trying to think of places to go and cathy and i thought it would be funny if we went to the south like to colonial williamsburg or something just to prove that we can in fact have a good time. The reason i mentioned colonial williamsburg was that in that movie "shag" the girls don't want ot go there, they want to go to the beach to meet boys and dance the shag. this leads me to believe that it must be a pretty dullsville location

aaaaaanyways point being, we had fun. we went to dave and busters. for those not in the know this is grown up chucky cheese with a bar. I personaly don't care that much for video games because i'm not good at them and stuff, but when i heard half off all drinks after 10 i was like...yes, i will drink with you. so i will list off to you in bullet points highlights of the night.

- driving to The Block in cathy's kia sssssssspectra drunk and belig (not cathy, but the rest of us) singing fergalicioussssss. Ivan kept singing in falsetto "i'll be tassssty tasssssty" on repeat

- cathy continually telling us all night "this is my life! suburban LA! this is my life"

- realizing that while teh block used to be kind of cool it's now super ghetto.

- everyone talking with lisssssps all night long until finally i was liek "do you guys know that when you elongate your ssssss's you are mocking me." some people didn't know. It was like the etimology of the lisssssssssp. then cathy alluded to the story of when i first found out that i had a lisp. senior year, knott's scary farm. I girl i didn't really know from my clas said "you know, you have a really cute lisp." she may or may not have been a lessssbian hitting on me. Well i was like "i don't have a lisp??? ryan do i have a lisp? margaret do i have a lisp?" everyone was liek "yeah we thought you knew." People i had known like all my life! and then i asked my mom and she said she was going to send me to speech therapy but the doctor said it wasn't that bad. eeemagine!! learning all of this at the age of 18!! needless to say i have never quite recovered.

- yelling beligerantly at our waitor gustavo. "where the HELL is guuuustavo!! i need my gimlet! gustavo!" gustavo was actually right behind me and i felt really bad so i left hiim an extra dollar.

- attempting to take pictures of ivan only to prove the point once again that ivan is the most unphotogenic person ever. i tried different angles but alas. he kept yelling "you knwo i hate my profile!!!"
GAY!!!

- paloma continuing to my chagrin to use that damn aZian peace sign. Paloma! you are not in china right now! you are mexican! please stop!
i proceeded to tell paloma the story of how the azian peace sign came to be. I cant' remember who told me this but it was a realiable source, and i may have written about this before so just bare with me. so back in the late 80's early 90's all of hhhhhapan and asian was obsessed wit hello kitty. And so girls would do the 2 fingers on both cheeks to represent kitty whiskers. Well this got shorted to one hang holding up 2 fingers to represent whiskers. now everyone thinks it's a peace sign or "v for victory" when in fact it might all just be about the love of hello kitty.
herrro kitty!!


- heckling a group of white kids at the trivia game and then kicking their asses and forcing them to leave. this game was awesome! it had a big trivia board and a wheel o topics, all automated. And had like 6 seats whch 3 buttons on them (a,b,c) and when the question was asked whoever hit the right answer first got points. so you got points for correct answers but also for speed. the top winner got up to 190 tickets, while 2nd and 3rd place got like 60 tickets. this was a really good game for winning tickets. Anyways we heckled these people, made them lose, took all the tickets, and they walked away. team mejjjico and indochin lives long!

- noticing a girl walking around with a hello kitty backpack and thinking..."um really a hello kitty backpack?"

- realizing she had won the backpack and dave and busters and at that moment deciding that i had to win that backpack so that next year my halloween costume can be a harajuku love child. eeemagine!

- returning to the trivia game to find it full of asians and one black couple. it was at that moment that cathy and i realized....this was racial survivor. the light skinnded asians vs. the messicans and dark skinned asians. it was ON!!!
right next to us was Hai, some kid that paloma knew from u penn. He too was vietnamese. we had an alliance with him. brown power!! I believe the question we are trying ot answer was a sports question. the sports ones were our waterloo, and those damn white asians were sooo good at them!! i feel bad cuz the black team didn't win at all. the only answer they got was one about outkast. v. sad. at one point i was liek "cathy they are from uc irvine!! come on cathy! we went to private school!" so since hai had also gone to private school we were fighting for all of our kind. turned out they went to ucla...not so big difference. anyways we fought like warriors but in the end we really only made it up to like 2nd place and they kept mocking us. I had to plea to them "guys! can you just let us win! All we want is to get enough tickets to buy a hello kitty backpack!" then they were like "where did you guys go" and i yelled "stanford bitch!!" and he was liek "we kicked your asses at football. to which cathy responded. "football! football! who gives a shit about football! we win in the game of LIFE!!" oh snap!! Finally in my moment of true glory the subject was tv and films, the question was "who plays peyton on the show 'one tree hill.'" I COULD DO THIS!!! i totally knew the answer because, yes, i watch one tree hill!! finally my love of bad tv was paying off!! i was the only person to get that answer and in the end it won us the game. Racial survivor!!! Mexicans/vietnamese reign supreme (for one round at least)!

- we combined our tickets and realized that we had 5000 tickets. eeemagine!! it was at that moment in the gift shop where it hit us. We coudl buy not one, but TWO hello kitty backpacks! in the end amanda wanted some lame speakers for her birthday but i did get a hello kitty backpakc in the ultimate moment or irony.

ivan and i posing with our hello kitty backpackssssss. i know you're jealoussss
"why hello babar!" "why hello zebra!" ivan ended up getting the stupid babar elephant. "why helooooooooo!!"
ivan amongst the stuffed amminals
"dah!"
heeeeeey! we also got a gay care bare! yay rainbow homo bear stare!!! as we walked by the asian guys who had kicked our asses cathy started yelling "i know you're jealousssss of my hello kitty backpack!!!" I love vince's face in this picture. He truly looks like a harajuku.

then we drove to cathy's friend, amanda's house and on the way there we had this awesome convo that went like this
vince: "i have to pee!!!"
cathy: "just go!"
me: "vince just go!
cathy: "just go"
me: "fergie did it! it's ok"
ivan: "i'll be tasty taaaassssty!!"
all of us "haha you are stupid!! haha!"

then at amanda's house she wooed us with her lessssssbian vagina whaling strummy la la music.
paloma sang us "wiiiilld horsssses, couldn't drag me away" and we had a lesssbian orgie. juuuuust kidding! no but it was all hot. especially as that mexi melt was coming back up in the form of heartburn. overall a great night. truly good times to be remembered.

in other news david called me a few days ago with his usual greeting
"i have good news and badnews"
my response is always "bad news first"
the bad news was, that he had gone to the scottsdale mall to check out all the stores that i frequent and he concluded "you have REALLY expensive taste!" He went into burberry and thought he'd get me a scarf only to realize how much they cost. Then he said he went into louis vuitton which he thought would be cheaper. nope in fact it was more expensive. In the end who knows what he got me, but after discussing it with grace we realized that we are not very good at manipulatin gour men to get us things that we want. i do'nt do the whole "let's go shopping os i can show you things that i like and hint to you htat i want them so that you can buy them for me later and then manipulate you and then you can 'surprise' me with something i told you i wanted." fuck that! i usually see what i like...weigh the cost and in the end say i'll just buy it for myself. this is also why i don't really like shopping wiht peope. i don't like them ot see how much money i spend on my thingsssss. perhap sthis is why men have never given me good gifts. to me a good gift is something that someone never knew they wanted or needed but once they get it, they are ever grateful. best gift ever, when jorge gave me a tivo. hands down! hands down!!

so on that note i got david what i think are awesome gifts. A 6 month subscription to the economist because everytime we go to a bookstore he likes ot read it but says it's too expensive for him ot purchase himself. I also got him the equivalent of "now that's music" in spanish because he's always asking me about spanish songs he hears on the radio and i do'nt have spanish radio so i don't know and his spanish is realy bad so i can't understand him. so hopefully this CD has all the songs he likes. and then i'm thinking i might get him a little something else, not sure what. In the end i'm pretty sure my gift will be better than his to me, but i admit, i'm really hard to shop for so it's not for a lack of his trying. and he does nice things for me all the time liek taking me out to nice restaurants and listening ot me when i'm upset and stressed (sometimes) and so in the end some stupid gift one day a year does not equate to all the nice stuff he does for me throughout the year.

where am i? what is this?

it's christmas..well 10 minutes left of it at least. we always spend christmas day with my dad's family who i am slightly (this is an understatement) disconnected with for various reasons which include generally that we are just not on the same wavelength. I have lots of cousins my age but most of them are having babies or getting married or dropping out of jc colleges and stuff and here i am thinking...how irresponsible but then i think...well technically they have way more real world responsibilities so who is really the irresponsible one? and then i think, how can these young people be getting married! i can barely take care of a plant. but again, who is the irresponsible one?

i was talking to their kids who are like 2 and 3 and they are such smart kids. These are the kids i'm trying to help in my research and then i talk to their parents and it's like...the parents love their kids so much they just do'nt have teh tools to know what it is they are supposed to do to help their kids succeed in life. And it's just so heart breaking. and then some of them can't believe i went to stanford mainly because they really can't fathom what stnaford is. So they say things like "wow isn't that like a really good school? you must have had like a 4.0. did you have a 4.0 all 4 years of high school?" They still even after graduating ask me how life was in boston. And i hvae to respond that in fact stanford is in california. imagine, in their own state. and then everyone thinks that i'm gonna be a therapist and i'm like, no i do educational psychology and htey say "oh so are you going to be a high school counselor" and i'm like...ugh no i do research so i can fix the problems in the education system. And then i get blank stares. Finally my cousin's wife was liek "wait so when i read that stuff about like 'statistics say' are you the one who comes up with those statistics?" and i was liek YES!! THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I DO! but really how do you explain to peopel with barely a high school education what exactly a phd is. liek they really don't know what it entails or what it means or anything. and they ask why i'm in michigan and why i didn't just go to cal state LA for grad school since it's close. And i can't be like "well cuz it's the 3rd best ed psych program in the country" because i just can't say that. And i just always feel so....out of sorts around them. LIke i've literally lost the plot. like we are reading completely different books. And i want so much to give these kids the tools and to help their parents on a daily basis but it's so hard and it makes me feel kind of hopeless. Like, how did i end up here.

and then there is the whole gift giving thing. technically i am an adult, but in my family you rae not an official adult until you get married (blahhhh) so some of my aunts and uncles still give me money as gifts and i feel like, ok i'm too old for you to be giving me money like i'm one of the younger kids. adults don't get gifts/money. but then on the other hand it's like, but i actually really do need the money so i end up taking it and it all feels mildly humiliating. I mean, will i still be taking money when i'm 28? probably.

how does a phd explain what they do!?? like seriously, how. med students can say theya re gonna become doctors and law students can say they are gonna become lawyers. i say i'm getting my phd and peopel are like..."oh so wait, you didn't graduate from stnaford? oh so you are getting your ba again?" and i'm like...um no it's like a whole different degree. ok i can't put this into words anymore

merry christmas and all that jazz

bebeeeeeesss

babies babies babies!! let me preface this with, i don't think i want any babies. they are so damn time consuming. like they suck away your life! that being said i like other people's kids for 10 minute periods at a time. oh and i also relaly like 3 and 4 year olds.

ALESSANDRO! Ok this baby has a certain charm to him. He's not traditional looking but something about his mini fro is just so cute
plus i particularly like his velour track suit. he looks like a little goodfella.



now for ben who made tamales with us last night
i really have to tell you, that you have to see him in person cuz these pictures do not do him justice. he is soooo cute. but whenever the flash flashed him his face went wierd.

the most wonderful time OF THE YEAR!!

Christmas time is here....la la la la.

yes my friends, it is that glorious time of year when poor only children whose stipends have run out come home and are showered with gifts from their parents. It's christmas time!! ok not showerd but i usually get one really good thing. Most families do the whole christmas morning wrapped presents tradition. My mom at some point in her attempt to "simplify" her life decided she wasn't going to wrap presents or ask for any gifts. But she still wnated to buy other people stuff so she decided that instead of buying them things they might not like she'd set aside time ot take people she cared, namely my father, me and my cousin jenny, to the mall. Shopping at the mall with my mom is always a good time. Our christmas tradition as of a few years back consists of us driving out to the south coast plaza, walking around to all the different stores, picking things that we like and then waiting for my mom to say "i will sponsor (fill in a certain percentage) of that (fill in bag, shoe, jeans, whatever)." This year was no exception as i finally got what i have been covetting since my time abroad in italy. yes, my friends, I HAVE FINALLY MADE IT!! I am the proud owner of a gucci purse! gahhhhh i love it! it's so pretty! guys guys, you can take the girl out of the materialistic enviornment and stick her in the midwest, but you can't take the materialism out of the girl....or something. Basically, what i'm saying is, i'm a materialistic whore. judge me!

so i know it's not christmas yet but here are my gifts.

gift 1: from my papi
my dad got my grandma's ruby ring reset. It had fallen out of it's setting a few years ago and we just never got around to doing it. It's the only real thing of value that my grandma had so i actually really love it for sentimental reasons even though it's kind of big and borders a bit on gaudy.

gift 2: from myself and my mom
a jade necklace that was 65% off at macy's. 65%!!! It's a square and has some kind of stone in the center and i think it's cool

gift 3: to myself
Headbands...i've decided i'm getting back into them. i used to wear headbands all the time when i was younger but i think i associate them with catholic school uniforms so i never wear them anymore. well i'm bringing back the headband to my life! HEADBANDS!
PS also on sale at jcrew
gift 4: to myself
a burberry scarf to replace the one i lost. uughh i still can't believe that scarf got lost somewhere in my move. Anyways i got the original print only a little modernized. I had to get it because my dad gave me the old one and he doesn't know that i lost it so my mom and i thought we should make a quick switcheroo

gift 5: from mom
and now for the big guns, the big gift of the year. Last year it was a watch (much appreciated). this year it's "the bag. " in honor of the biggness of "the bag" and the fact that i never get to open up gifts i decided to have the ladies at gucci wrap "the bag" up and i'd document opening it up for you all.
the bag. gucci wraps this shit up so nice!!

the box
in the bag
the tissue paper
in the box
in the bag

ISN'T THIS FUN!!!!!! I'M HAVING SO MUCH FUN!!!

the protective bag
in the tissue paper
in the box
in the bag

and finally without further ado

THE BAG!!!
CLOSE UP!!
Ivan, did you just die? Cathy, are you judging me? Bobby, are you clapping and yelling "gay!!!" Orges, are you thrwoing things and screaming at the disgustingness of capitolism???

My dad was liek "what are you doing??" and i was like...taking pictures of my excess. he took the camera and started taking of action shots.

EXCESS in motion
SEXY EXCESS

and now, at the behest of my papi I include his own personal christmas miracle. My father came to this country 38 years ago with nothing but a pair of corduroy, a white hanes t shirt, and converse all stars. He has made a name for himself in rough world of roach coaches, he has travelled the world, but all he has ever wanted is to buy a rolex. When we got DSL 2 years ago he would come home everyday, go on ebay or wahtever and look at rolexes to pick out the exact one he wanted. But there was always an excuse. "oh it's too gold." "oh it's too sporty." "what would i do with a rolex?" etc. Finally about a year ago he went into a jewler ready to buy it, tried the one he wanted on, took out his hard earned money, and as he was about to pay he realized it was not the watch he wanted but the idea of the watch. The idea of that watch had motivated him all these years and he realized he didn't really want the watch. The watch was just an excuse, something to remind him what he was working for. In the end he opted against purchasing it. Ever since then my mom and i have had to suffer through his pros and con lists for why he should or shouldn't buy the watch. Everytime we'd go into a mall we'd have to go to every watch store, watch him try it on, and then say "no no nevermind. i don't want it." Finally a month ago we both told him, that we would not go into any more jewlery stores wtih him unless he was going to buy the damn thing.

Well recently my dad sold his old lunch truck. Something about that sale made him feel nostalgic. His old truck had been with him for 36 years. It had put me through college, paid for all of our good times. he wanted to commemorate that truck wiht something tangible. he wanted something that everytime he looked at it he would remember all the hard work he had done. my mom and i were liek "rolex!! rolex!! rolex!!" So last saturday my father became the proud owner of a rolex. not too sporty, not too fancy. Like goldylocks, it was juuuuust right. And so i present to you our family of swiss watches. my papi's rolex, my mom's omega, and my movado. Before you go and judge, just remember that each watch represents something for my dad. A goal achieved, 70 hour work weeks, etc etc. They were given with love and we know it and appreciate it, and never let him forget how much we appreciate him and all that he does for us. Cheers to my family and to my dad! May all of your famlies be blessed in ways that go beyond just the material...but the material is always nice. And as a wisewoman once said "we are living in a material world, and i am a material girl."

What do you do all day?...

the other day cathy and i were having one of our 4 hour gchat conversations from Sweetwaters when she said "i want to see this sweetwaters. what do you do all day? you should do a 'day in the life' feature' where you take pictures of various aspects of your day. So in honor of Cathy, a lowly city worker, who longs for travel, i give you this

A day in the life of a grad student...
We begin with a Thursday night, which is really when my week begins as it is when i can officially start the excess.

At Ozan's house me, him, kevin, and o's girlfriend smoked hooka and had a really intense conversation about the problem with minorities in america. I mean it was DEEP! a higher ed phd, a history phd, a african studies phd, and a psych phd discussing race in america. I know, you are jealous.
ozan and his awesomely bejewelled hookah. I remember asking him if he had bought it in turkey since he is turkish. he was like "no i bought it in dearborn." So not the same thing!

Kevin is really into talking about this rhapsody music program that he pays for monthly which we all think is dumb. Anyways he opened up rhapsody and we started listening to some lionel ritchie, "all night long" which is a REALLY good song.
kebbbbbyyyyyne sings da lie-ooooo-nelll
the rest of the night is lost, as far as pictures go mainly because when i'm drunk i forget to take pictures and also because the "underground lounge" that we drink at is too dark and smokey to get any good shots. So let's flashforward 3 hours later. Things that occurred that night was that Wendy told Hugo she loved him so he started buying rounds. I am always up for free drinks so proceeded to drink to the point of excess (i'd say about 8 really strong gimlets) and then nishi's professor kind of invited himself along to the bar and somehow i ended up chatting it up with him. I really should have stopped talking since i was really really drink but apparently he's a big wig and claims that he is going ot get fernando and me prime offices in the psych dept. that is yet to be determined.

so mainy drinks later we ended up and nishi's with this

goddamn the power of the taco bell mexi melt!!
Why is it that when you ask for hot sauce at taco bell THIS always happens
like really, HOW MUCH FIRE SAUCE DO I NEED!!

Everything got hazy there but there was some drunken texting, calling, and iming which is never a good thing. friends don't let friends im while drunk, but alas, i was alone that night so noone was there to stop me

the next morning i woke up hung over as all fuck. this was bad. this may have been the first hangover since new years 2006. I lay in bed for a few hours with the taste of stale liquor on my tongue, at about 11:45 i started wailing "WHY!!! WRETCHED!" but then i realized that there was free food being offered at the psych dept holiday party and a grad student can never not attend an event with free food. So i rolled out of bed to this mess...
ugh my room after a night of drinking, utter disaray. Papers and bills strewn about, my bathroom with various makeupd and hair products, boots that were flung off in despair, and my fanny pack from the pinata costume. blah, just blah.

I mustered up the energy to dress myself in a mildly festive outfit (does neon green count?) and then headed to the psych dept.

my walk is made up of this
lots of dead trees. exciting, i know.

I live in this small area called kerrytown which is just a bunch of old houses, a jewish deli, and a farmers market, but ti's close to downtown so it's good for stumbling home drunk
kerrytown!!

15 minutes later, i thought i was going to passout at least 5 times but i finally made it to the psych dept
at what a glorious dept it is! the glorious east hall! free food awaits!

I met up with Nishi, and we both gave a mutual moan of wretchedness as we lamented "why did we drink so much last night!" this hungover led to lots of indecisiveness as far as what beverages we thought would not makes us vomit. Egg nog? holiday punch? sprite? coffee? tea?
Nishi opted for a bit of double fisting action as we waited in line for the free food which ended up being deep fried smorgesborg of crap cakes, veggies sticks, and other midwestern delicacies.

as i said before our indecisiveness and general blahness led to us sampling every drink there was to offer
note a half eaten egg roll and crab cake. about an hour later i would majorly regret this meal.

Hey look! it's some old guy who i'm sure is a world famous psychologist!!
our failed attempts at being social turned into us just staring blankly as nishi is doing in teh above shot so we decided to call it a day and head to our relative homes for naps.

my walk home usually takes place down state street which looks like this
it reminds me of what capeside in dawson's creek must have been like.

Hey look!! There's dawson and Joey waiitng in line at the Rialto to see some old movie!! awesome!

the walk continues and then i end up on main street which is a little more lively adn a lot less full of ugg wearing undergrads
downtown ann arbor...A mixture of palo alto with a little bit more originality and berkeley with a little less pot and homelessness. Yes, this is my local stomping ground.

around the corner from my house is the equivalent of the castro in ann arbor (probably in all of michigan). The local gay street. it's relaly more of a corner.
this gay "haven," known as braun court consists of a gay bar, a gay bookshop, a gay thai restaurant, and 2 gay abandoned buildings. watch out badlands and the cafe!

I got home, got in bed and woke up 5 hours later with a strong desire for food. i ate, packed and went back to bed, hangover from hell.

and thus ended a day and a half in my life. exciting, right? next feature we'll have cathy showing us what a day in the life of a city employee is like. i can't wait! If any of you would like me to publish a day in your life just let me know.

babies!

My nephews!!! Benny and Alessandro. aren't they cute??!! OH man i can't wait to see them at christmas

dddddddddddddddddd runk

oh my god i am so drunk i could barely type in my password to log into blogger. i FEEL LIke i am at a point where i need to be a guest blogger to MYSELF!!!!!!!!

GRAD SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOO!!!!!!!

WE SHOULD MAKE T SHIRTS (that say GRAD SCHOOL....WOOOO).

ok end caps lock. my point being, i am hella drunk and had good times. tonight i drank with friedsn adn this random prof named chris peterson who i will eventually look up since he's like kind of a big deal. anyways he thought i was cool, and he was pretty cool too so i take that as validation that i'm like, a good person, that someone who is relatively awesome in his field thinks that i am awesome. did that sentence even make sense!??E#>#RJAKRKJJIE

ok but for reals....i had many things to say. i tried to photo document tonight but a little something known as "the tequila gimlett" got in the way as that quest was very quickly hindered by .....alcohol. that sentence was extremely redundant and yet.....

Ozan has video of me singing "careless whisper" ON KEY!!! I want to put it on You Tube but cathy has suggested otherwise. we'll see how i feel about this in sobriety. hugo drove me home and he randomly had Shai "if i ever fall in love" and we did what i consider in my humble opinion to be one of the best accapella renditions of "if i ever fall in love again" by Shai. LIke seriously i knew the harmonies LIKE WHAT!! and what was most amazing was that i hadn't heard this song in like 10 years and yet it was so fresh in my mind. i am a late 80's early 90's GODDDDDD!!!!!!!!! i AM SOOOO GOOD!!! I challenge YOU to challenge ME


2 more days and i'll be in SF with dr. love. i cant' wait. i might die....like in the ivan way.

ugh, procrastination you slay me

as you may notice when finals week comes i tend to post alot because i take lots of "study breaks."

Ok so I am a bit peeved. In my attempts to find a new place to finish my paper (which I am clearly hard at work on) I decided to pop into the local starbucks. I have not been to a starbucks since being back in LA. Wow, starbucks sucks…A LOT!

a regular coffee costs $1.54. Up until now I have paid no more than 1.35 every other place I have been. I am by no means a coffee afficianado but seriously this is the worst coffee I have ever tasted. Like it’s really gross.

1. Starbucks, even the ones in small towns, don’t give you free wifi. So my cueessssssstion to you all is, if there is free wifi next door why is everyone here
2. The only people in undergrad campuses who hang out at starbucks are

a) stupid undergrads who don’t know any better.

b) Pretentious grad students taking undergrads on dates. A quote I am hearing from a man wearing a yellow and brown (yes you heard me) pin striped velvet jacket (read: tool) talking to a girl in pig tails saying various thing which include “well my brother and I grew up on a farm…our cholesterol was prodigious from various dairy and meat products….the whole sense of the beauty of androgeny and the higher kingdom, or, whatever.” The plot thickens as I realize that this guy also has a wedding ring.

Oh my god I might die if this douche back doesn’t shut the fuck up. He’s talking about Thomas Beckett. SHUT UP SHUT UP!!

Josh Ritter “Kathleen” just came on my ipod. This song is so good.

“All the other girls here are stars, you are the northern lights.”

Seriously!! Such a good line!!!

“They try and they try but everything that they do is the ghost of a trace of a pail imitation of you”

4:50

People don’t talk like this in real life, and the ones who do are poets and as we all know from my own personal experience, POETS ARE LIARS! My main impotace for saying this is that I dated this guy who played the guitar and sang me elliot smith songs and in the end he spoke more than he felt. Thus the saying, poets are liars. They say what they think, not what they feel because they are all about the drama and the pretty words. Point being, as a teenager I always wanted a poet who would sing me songs and tell me that all the other girls in the room were stars and I was the northern lights, and then I had that and you know what, it was full of shit. So now I’m just happy when david says “you’re so hot when you talk about critical race theory.” It’s not as beautiful as being called the northern lights but I feel it’s much more genuine.

5:21

I seriously love people watching. I think you can read so much about people just from watching them. More than you get from talking to them. Look at their body language, where they have their hands, the clothes they choose to wear. You can tell the image they want to give off and sometimes that image is different from the person they really are. And you can tell when a guy likes a girl and she doesn’t know it. Or when a gay kid and his best hag are sitting together and he loves her even though she’s kind of chubby and looks like shit because she’s the only person who treats him like a human being. And you can see the girl sitting alone with red hair who looks oddly uncomfortable and she puts on her headphones even though she’s listening to the conversations of people around her. Or the two bitches who are having the most mundane conversation EVER and acting like their shit don’t stink when you know they actually hate their lives. Whenever people ask what I’d want if I could have any super power I always say flying, but honestly I think I’d want to be invisible so I could just watch people. Oh gay boy, put down that pastry!