I can't think of a witty title for this one.

I just got back from my trip to Kyiv. I made a lot of good friends, and absolutely love the city, the culture, and the people there. It got to the point where I could barely imagine life before or after Kyiv, and I was only there for eight days. I loved that trip, and the people I met on it...and, the day after coming back to America, I fell back into my usual rut easily, like I'd never been gone. And when I go back next summer, everyone will have changed, and I know for a fact that three or four people won't be there anymore. It'll be like a lifetime has passed, and I missed all of it.

My apologies to Siva and Meena Iyer

So I had this weird dream last night:
Myself and a group of my close friends and a not so close acquaintance (Will Smith, but a vampire version of him) get ripped off in a drug deal. So we decide that we are going to exact revenge and obtain AK-47's (Automatic rifle Kalashnikov model of 1947 year). Right before we lure them into our trap and... shoot them I am hanging out with some fictitious (hopefully) younger sister to Meena and Siva Iyer. The trap springs and all the parties that had wronged us go down, except little imaginary Iyer does as well.
Now my group of close friends decide to pin this all on vampire Will Smith, but Meena comes up to me (this is all at IMSA by the way) and asks if I had seen her little sister, because I was last seen with her. I answer "No," but feel tremendous guilt. I then go back to my room and clean because it is dirty, decline an offer to do drugs, and fix a hole in the window screen which had been letting in flies and other such bugs that I hate.
So I am sorry for killing your imaginary (hopefully you do not have a younger sister) younger sister Meena and Siva.
Jae

P.S. I woke up and said to myself twice "I'm so glad I'm not at IMSA anymore."

one last thing

PS: apparently someone has figured out my passowrd and views everyone else's profile a billion times.

to that person, whoever you are: please stop being a creep.

kloveyouthxbai.

writer's block

i find that i often log into this website in an attempt to record my thoughts. i do so because i feel i still have so much to say, but don't have a clue where to begin.

writing was the only means of expressing my thoughts in the most uncandid and uncensored ways possible. it kept me sane.

and now it has become obsolete.

so here's the million dollar question: what does one do now?
hmm...maybe going insane won't be such a bad thing.

goodnight.

i haven't said "i love you" to my parents in a long time

they haven't noticed.

we sure are one big happy family :]

Wow

WARNING: Slightly rambling late-at-night post.

So it's 12:38 AM on a Wednesday morning and I have to get up at 6:40 AM, but I can't sleep. So what do I do?

Well thankfully this actually isn't the first place I went. However, I did end up here...

So I realized recently that when I got my new laptop back in May, I forgot to add this blog back to my RSS reader and then forgot about it. I think I need to fix that.

Also, I think I'm going to start up my own Blogpost blog (which would be my...fourth blog in as many years, although some lasted more than others). Keep on the lookout for that if you care about my life so much or are a creepy stalker.

Other than that. Happy summer! I'm sure most of you are being bored out of your minds. Me too!

tornado danger

yea, what the hell is with all these tornadoes?