the bitter season

I've had the hiccups eight times today, fml.

1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List (and upload, if you feel like it) 5 songs that start with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

I got B.

paranoia boogie-oogie

I'd grown clean out of love

ride the tiger 'round the kingdom

a loophole in my dreaming

[instrumental]

ಥ_ಥ

I like subcultures, yes I do.

Why, Marie, why?!


... Also this.

Dear Mother Nature: What. What is this. Marry me.

Nineteen in the audience tonight.

Heh. Yeah, that's pretty much what I spend my free time on right there. Twilight for history geeks.

Just spent the evening reading Rice Boy in my footie pajamas.

EVERYTHING I KNOW IS A LIE

Got my SAT scores, and uh. I GOT A 530 IN MATH.

I'm probably one of the luckiest people on the planet.♥

Also, iluguys.

( I'm thinking of cutting all my whiny entries. )

As far as Yang Wang goes, we did this phone-a-thon thing yesterday that was basically volunteer telemarketing, and beside every number you call is the name of the person who you're supposed to reach. One of my sheets read, verbatim, 'Yang and Pulin Wang'. So the two most unfortunate name combinations live under one roof: Yang Wang and Pullin' Wang. ("Hello, is this the Wang residence?" "Is this the house of Wang?" Oh, it was beautiful.) Leron, at the station next to me, got Jackie Chan and Tom Sawyer. Hana got a Mr. Ho, which was only funny because she laughed the minute she said his name, and... yeah, one of those you had to be there for. Later in the night, Leron and I both got other Mr. Hos, so we invented the Ho-five to celebrate. Good times.

I bought some new jeans. Among them, a pair of white-grey skinnyjeans. For shame. They uh, look kind of good on me. D: I SWEAR I'M NOT A HIPSTER.

Despite all the shit that happened to me today, I am very okay, thank you.

Also: SUBMITTED MY FIRST COLLEGE APPLICATION HOO BOY

Terrible habit #23405789: typing up emails/comments/etc., generally positive/reassuring ones, and deleting them/never sending them because I don't want to sound creepy/be judged/annoy someone.

I am always so ashamed of myself when I realize I'm listening to pop song and actually enjoying it.

EDIT: This entry is missing an 'a'. Can you kids guess where it belongs?

I am so envious of the average American teenager that it makes me sick.