passing bye

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i don't believe it. this is not stream of consciousness or a fille based bildungs roman.
things i realised aujoud'hui: i have a week of work left and i mean, like, the length spans a real 7-day week (not just business days). Two, I have shitloads to pack and since i'm part of the elite slacker society i ain't done nothing (major) yet.
everything's going to happen like that [insert snap here].

and..i have to admit that i lied two posts ago about busan. this will be my *official* last time there this weekend.

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foreign fourth of july take dos. it wasn't great; no fireworks or bbqs to say the least--i didn't get to eat anything at all/minutely delicious until after 7pm. that was truly unintentional. i think i'm getting ill again. i don't know what happened...it just feels like something is constantly caught in my throat.
so about this weekend. it didn't start off so well on friday, i think, because i kinda got ditched then got lost for a while in a drizzly seoul. friday night was nice. before i got tired and was feeling gross from the rain/humidity combo. meeting people was nice. especially ones i had never seen before in my life. that was great, really. things happened, not exactly what i had thought would, but...stuff did occurred. i just thought it might end up with another at the time. hmmmm.
after two or three hours of sleep it was off to the mud thing which i didn't take part in. i felt extremely dirty the whole day. ....a good weekend overall, maybe. all because of the orgies.

i was pleasantly surprised seoul's weather and sky was marvelous on sunday. what a nice time i woulda had sauntering about if i had gotten up earlier. instead i got two ridiculously itchy bug bites on my left ankle.

Mmm, talk science to me

home weekend! i'm surprised i don't get extremely bored..i guess because i found this. I didn't know he was a guy from harry and the potters--i mean, i had heard of the band, maybe listened to a few songs in high school...however it weren't nothing i was crazy about (amusing, yes). Now i have an obscene crush on scientists, namely those in the field of physics (there is a connection!)...i remember those olden days in the lab and playing with magnets. Seriously, science stuff is in my blood, but it's not the main component of my being, to the disappointment of my parents.

In other unrelated browsing news: NIPPLE BUTTER!

I know it's supposed to be for ladies who are breast feeding and get chapped/irritated around that area..there are reviews here praising it's multi-usefulness.

fucking hilarious.
that's not the clip i wanted, but it was the best quality for what i wanted to exemplify. i was looking for one with lois showing her boobs to brian and talking about the afflictions.

OK, tmi-time: I occasionally get itchy and dry nipples. It started in high school, i think, and i couldn't find a good remedy to soothe them until i started using the palmer's cocoa butter. it smells delicious btw. nowadays my nips aren't dry, but if they start to i'd really like to try this.

excuse me while i be Waif

i have no tribulations regarding anything particularly large or unwanted growing inside of me! what a relief. i truly feared europe déjà vu...really. not at a great time, but it's ok. ok.

weekly deal, this is. i can probably sum up the memorable aspects of my week in two words: (passive-aggressive-'06-ish) scolding & crying. Most of half of that happened to me.


i'm not ready for planning and the disappearance of time. where does it go?
(the internet or spending time with people eating and talking about stuff.)

"Today was the best worst day of my life!"

Disneyland again and a Nevada weekend. Shit don't fly like that everyday.

I forgot it was cas fri..damn.

Thinking and even more thinking. Although the week passed by rather quickly, every single day lagged on and on and there were some immoral events that occurred and even more so to come. There need not be any specific mention-ings, but I will hint at the scary, troubled things..ahem, hem. In all honesty I am not really looking forward to the weekend. Maybe just Saturday because I am terribly obliged to take a test--much like the fucking SAT but not nearly as supposedly important. I'm truly upset about that; I would rather sleep in, play video games, or even start being serious about not procrastinating. That damn test totally ruins my weekend, although it was never that great to begin with. I am going to be visiting some university on Sunday. Something I am absolutely looking forward to next week, asides performing a skit based on Molière's Misanthrope and and economics test, is a four-day "vacation" to Boston/Amherst, Massachusetts and the surrounding areas of interests in the east. Buffalo, NY? That brings back memories of some guy.

I've also noticed that my mind has retracted to an elementary state. The majority of my thoughts are very similar to the ones I had back in grade school. I don't know why. It's strange.