Song of the moment: "Another World" by Gackt
I am feeling: Happy.




Wheee... I get to go to MGL tommorow! I mean.... that's if Chubbs actually ends up driving me. Instead of flaking out that last time. -_-;;;;. Anywho... if I do go, then I'm going to meet up with Ray and part of A.S.S. there... Ray and I get to practice/work on our routine and I GET TAPIOCA EXPRESS. I know a lot of the locals in Silicon Valley are tired of eating that, but it's just... oohhh. I would be lucky if I got Tapioca Express once every month. o_O;

I need money. I might borrow some from Christina... or tell my mom I have another art fee I have to pay, and she'll give me 20 dollars. ^^;. I need a job, that's what I need. Oh yeah: Speaking of "adult" responsibilities, Driver's Ed. is this Monday. Well, the meeting for it is. Too bad I can't go because I have a FUCKING dentist appointment for a root canal.. so I MIGHT have to wait until summer to get my liscense.

Oh! You cannot believe what happened to me yesterday [in which I failed to mention on yesterday's blog]. I was wearing his "hootchie" shirt under a really big grey jacket. [I'll post a pic later]. I was walking home, right? I was walking right next to the 7-11 on the street of my house. The next thing I knew.... this red Mustang convertible pulls up right in front of me... does a circle around 7-11 and the guy driving it starts pacing me... driving right next to me. I was like.. WTF.... and the guy was all, "Hey, baby.. *kissy noise*"

EWWWWWWW.

I gave him a disgusted look and flipped him off.

After that, he drove around in another circle and did the same thing. "Baby, come here". Ugh. I just ignored him, and he eventually went away. CREEP. I felt like I was dressed kind of raggity that day, too.. I mean, GOD. My jacket was really, really big and I was wearing jeans. WTF. I hate those kinds of guys. Even guys that stare at you and make it so God damned obvious. IT PISSES ME OFF. I wish that guy got out of his car so I could have beat the living shit out of him. -_-;

But yeah, geezus Christ. I even get stared at by idiots and get hit on at the Boardwalk even when I'm in my "comfortable DDR clothes". I.E., white or black Nike sweatpants and a DDR Freak/Spot shirt. This one white hobo-guy that looked like a wannabe thug [Picture a hippy with dreadlocks dressed in baggy, Fubu clothing] from the Boardwalk was like, "Yo, baby.. you gotta man? HOLLAAAA."

*CRINGE*