i would just like to inform everyone that my life sucks. i know it's not the suckiest life on this planet, so don't go and try to guilt trip me with pity stories. my head feels like it's imploding in slow motion. it's been like this ALL night. oh yeah, and i think i'm falling in love with justin chambers.

"Why is this thus? What is the reason for this thusness?" -- Artemus Ward

you know, i feel like i'm still basically talking to myself here, but oh well, here goes another blog.

so the biggest thing that happened today? mum discovered tattoo #2. it was right when we were about to go out shopping. we were standing in the kitchen and i was reading the newspaper and my mom was behind me closing the blinds. i was wearing a black sleeveless shirt, so it covered up the tattoo quite a bit except there was a tiiiiny bit of the moon towards the top that was peeking out. i thought my hair would cover it, so i decided to risk it. yeah, turned out i shouldn't have. but oh well. i wasn't holding much hope in hiding this one for very long especially since it's in a MUCH more visible location than my first one. anyway, mom looked a little annoyed and tut-tutted and said, "well, don't get anymore!!" and that was that. didn't blow up at me or anything. still went shopping. got a cute little black dress.

you know, the reason i think she didn't blow up at me both times she found out about my tattoos is because well, frankly, i could be out there doing A LOT worse things than getting a couple of cute tattoos and she knows that. i could be stealing, drinking my brains out, failing all my classes, getting pregnant, etc. i think she's just grateful that i'm a good student at a good university with good friends unlike some people that we know who shall remain nameless but i'm pretty sure some people know who i'm talking about. that was a VERY bad sentence grammar-wise. so was that last one.

aaaaanyway...i feel totally unprepared. i was just thinking...i have like no time left. moving back to san diego on the 15th. which basically leaves me a little over a week. i need to PACK. i need to pack my ass off. wait, that last sentence doesn't sound right either. eh. and i still need to buy a bunch of school supplies. no way am i buying notebooks and pencils and stuff at the book store when costco exists. the only thing i'm buying at the book store are my books. oh, shoot, which reminds me, i need to borrow someone's senior year AP physics book. the giancoli one. *writes post-it note to herself and sticks it on the monitor*

hey, i just heard jo get into her car outside. too lazy to go look outside though. aaaarrrrgh, my tattoo is starting to peel. it's terribly irritating. i was picking at it while we were watching the vma's tonight and jo kept telling me to stop. which i guess is fair since i kept slapping her arm whenever she picked at her scab.

hmm...what else happened today? oh yeah! me, jo, ha, and jacq went shopping to buy food and supplies for the party this weekend. we went to costco first to get all the major stuff then headed to albertson's to get the rest. then we got into a loud argument in the produce section. jo thought that getting one head of lettuce wouldn't be enough to feed over fifty people (for hamburgers) and jacq and ha said that not everyone eats lettuce and jo kept asking me "doesn't one head of lettuce for fifty people sound ridiculous?!" so we had a loud "discussion" about lettuce in the middle of the produce section and this middle-aged guy walks by, looks at us, and throws in his two cents, "it's always better to have more lettuce than less" and jo said, "SEE???" and then the guy walked away. incidentally, we ended up getting two heads of lettuce.

oh god. i've just had an epiphany. my life is DULL. DULL DULL DULL DULLDULLDULLDULLLLLLL. i can't believe i just blogged about lettuce. anyway, must get up early tomorrow. well, today. going to berkeley AGAIN. uuuuuggghhh...need sleep.

hahaha...just kidding. man, i need some sleep. still thinking about that psychic hotline though. wanna know a secret? i've actually been thinking about calling that psychic hotline for a while now. anyway, good night.

*head spins around exorcist-style* ARUOIJAJV;AOIEUR!!! WEROUZDRUWZ!!! !@#$%^&*!!! BLLLLEEAAAAHHHH...

nah. *pulls out ouija board and tarot cards* yes, i own a deck of tarot cards. and whoever said you'll become possessed if you use a ouija board by yourself was wrong. look at me. do i look possessed?

*stares at phone*

hmm...giving serious thought to calling a psychic hotline.

duurrr...i'm so bored. so...sorry, this might be a boring blog. hmm, maybe i shouldn't have said that. just cleaned and ointmented my tattoo. while having tattoos on your back is easy to hide from the parentals, it is a bitch to clean and put ointment on. had lots of trouble with the first tattoo too. (heehee, that sounds funny when you say that out loud. not that i'm talking out loud as i type this. no.) had to twist around and like bend my arms in ways that humans are not supposed to bend their arms. oh well. i managed.

oh! mum taught me how to make pho today. she taught me how to make pho with chicken since i was planning on making this during the school year in the apartment for me and my roommates and i don't think sanaz eats beef or pork. anyway, cleaning the chicken was DISGUSTING. oh my god. i know, it's terribly girly to be so squeamish about a dead, skinned, headless chicken, but EEW. my mom told me to clean it in the sink and it just felt so...so...squishy. UUUGH. i'm shuddering just thinking about it. i think i was like holding the chicken at arm's length and was more poking it then cleaning it cuz then my mom grabbed the entire chicken from me (haha, i bet we made a funny sight) and cleaned it herself. while she was cleaning it, some little thing fell out from the chicken and i pointed at it and said, "what's that?" and my mom looked at it and said, "oh, the heart" at which point, the rest of the chicken's guts spilled out as well. uuuuuggghhh...man. that was sick.

anyway, that was the worst part. even though i took notes, i still think i'm gonna have a bit of trouble with this. i can already see myself calling mum and asking her, "okay, so what happens after i turn on the stove?" this story kind of reminds me of another one of my cooking misadventures. btw, if you can't already tell, i am NOT a cook. i hate cooking. but since i'm living in an apartment with a kitchen this year and i'm not getting a meal plan again, i have to learn how to make SOMETHING. unfortunately, i am the world's worst cook. this next little story perfectly illustrates my point.

so on the night of winter ball in my senior year of high school, me and some girlfriends decided to make pot stickers and watch felicity instead of going to the dance. okay, so technically, THEY were the ones who made it, not me. well, i mean, i did help out, but they had to tell me exactly what to do and then i was fine. so since we were all at my house, they decided to leave the extra pot stickers with me. they stuck them in the freezer and left me specific directions on how to reheat them or whatever. so the next day, i decided i wanted to eat some. basically, all i had to do was boil some water in a pot and stick the pot stickers in there until they looked cooked or whatever. so i pull out a pot, pour some water in it, turn on the stove, and placed the pot on the stove. i stared at the pot for a few minutes then grabbed the phone. i dialed deb's number automatically, she picked up, and i said, "hey deb...*nervous laugh*...i have a question. i'm uh...boiling some water in a pot, and well, i was wondering, how do i know when the water's done boiling?" yeah, i KNOW. that is perhaps the world's stupidest question, but whatever. deb answered my question without bursting out laughing and with a minimum of making fun of me. i boiled the water, had my potstickers, and hungrily ate them. so the story has a happy ending. and i bet a ton of people have heard this story already because: 1) i tend to repeat myself and 2) deb's told this story to a lot of her friends so the first thing people hear about me is that i don't know how to boil water. anyway, i can see myself making quite a few cooking phone calls to deb too this year. haha, i'll be relying on both my moms.

see, i consider deb to be my second mom because in high school, she chauffered me around like everywhere. she only lives like four, five houses away from me and pretty much everywhere she goes, i go too. she was mary, i was the little lamb. anyway, i feel a HUGE tangent coming on, so i'm just gonna stop this blog right now.

okay, here goes my first REAL blog (on my own blog anyway). first off, i have to say, that i really should erase all the stupid little posts i made earlier, but...i'm really just too lazy. second, i admit...i have succumbed to the online journal mania. not that it's a bad thing. i think this will be a good outlet for me. much better than bashing my head into my monitor. third...i know most of you have probably read that stupid little comment about edible pulpy mass in my aim info, but i felt i should explain the title for people who don't know me and would otherwise think i've had a frontal lobotomy and am just rambling nonsensically (think "hannibal lecter"). hmm...okay, i think that's it for introductory crap, or whatever. onto something that's actually semi-interesting (in my scary head anyway).

so i went up to berkeley again on sunday to get a second tattoo with deb, ha, and deb's friend grace. yeah, before you go "what?! ha?!", no, ha did not get a tattoo or piercing or bong. she just came along and kindly gave me a ride to bart. deb and grace changed their minds on what they wanted tattooed like at the last minute. deb's was more last minute though. of course, i can't really say anything since my first tattoo was a pretty last minute decision too. anyway, kudos to me for finding the design of the tattoo just above deb's ass crack. she was like mulling over what design to get for like ages. started off wanting a chinese dragon. then a dolphin. then some other weird stuff. then japanese flowers. and then i printed out this really cool butterfly tattoo that's actually just an outline of a butterfly with a full moon and clouds drawn inside the butterfly.

okay okay, i think i'm getting off track. i tend to talk a lot, so i'm hoping blogging will help me try to talk more succinctly. hahaha, right. aaanyway, so we get to zebra's in berkeley at noon. the guy who's scheduled to tattoo us (his name is reed) is still sketching the transfers, so he tells us to go get some coffee and come back in like twenty minutes. so we went to jamba (none of us drink coffee) and they were giving out like free water bottles but it was like those HUGE cups that look like irish beer mugs except with those two little caps on either side of the lid. does anyone know what i'm talking about? cuz i feel like i'm not making any sense. anyway, it was a little embarrassing toting these stupid cups around. of course, it was more embarrassing for ha since she had to drink out of hers. so we go back to zebra's carrying these stupid jamba cups which are of course too big to stash in any of our purses. so reed is done sketching our transfers and we fill out some paper work and pay at the register. since we each spent over $75 on our tattoo, they let us choose a free shirt (zebra's was having this special or something where they give you a free shirt if you spend over $75 on anything in the place). me and deb both chose these really cute tank tops that say "zebra" and "berkeley" in the center. she chose a black one and i chose this light green one. yay! free shirts!! that made me really happy.

so when we were finally done with all that, the three of us headed to the back room. originally, i was thinking that i should go first this time since deb went first last time, but at the last minute i had like a mini freak out (in my head. i did not actually freak out at zebra's), and asked deb to go first. she didn't mind (at least that's what she said) and said that she wanted to get it over with anyway. so we sat there and watched deb get tattooed first. it was a tiny bit embarrassing for debra. since she wanted to get the tattoo in the center of her lower back (like really lower), reed told her that he would have to see a bit of butt crack. i am serious here. although right now, i'm giggling to myself as i write this. so she had to unzip her jeans and fold down the top. but it wasn't too bad; nothing explicit. funny thing is, when i got my tattoo in that same position last time, the tattoo artist (his name was stash; did me and debra last time) didn't ask to see my butt crack. deb's is probably lower though. anyway, reed was really really nice about it. actually, he was just plain nice in general. he looks like the typical white tattoo punk, sorta. this guy had tattoos up the wazoo. he was wearing a black tank top so you could see like his entire left arm was covered in tattoos. he even had tattoos on the back of his fingers. but like deb said, that just goes to show you that appearances don't matter. cuz reed was a really nice guy. even though we were all getting our second tattoos, he kept asking us if we were okay while he was tattooing us. and he was way more talkative than the guy who tattooed me and deb the first time (his name was stash). stash didn't even talk to us or ask us our names while he was tattooing us.

anyway, so reed finally finished deb. took like, i dunno, forty five minutes? then it was my turn. i started getting really nervous right about here. i thought i would be fine, but no. oh, btw, yes, they sterilized all their equipment before starting on me. we had to wait about five minutes while another guy came and cleaned the station. then i watched while reed pulled a clean needle out of a package. actually, i shouldn't have watched that. the whole time i was watching, i was getting more and more nervous even though he told me that this tattoo was really simple and wouldn't take long. the needle is HUGE. my god. i had never actually looked at it. anyway, he was right. it only took like twenty minutes, although deb says it was shorter, like fifteen minutes. but something kinda amusing happened while he was tattooing me. there's this red privacy curtain that separates the front desk and the tattoo room. it was drawn the entire time deb was getting tattooed and while i started to get my tattoo. then, halfway through, the guy at the front desk pulls the curtain aside and tells reed, "these girls wanna see the process." i look up and see like a huge crowd of white bubble girls staring open-mouthed at me and reed. okay, so maybe i'm exaggerating. there were maybe like five girls, but zebra is a small shop, so it looked like a big crowd. anyway, reed starts telling me "make faces like it really really hurts" and i just smiled and chuckled. i couldn't tell since he was behind me, but i think like he made some sudden gesture towards me because all of a sudden i see this one blond girl gasp and go "ohmygod!" then, while he was tattooing me, he started jokingly wincing in pain and going "oooowww..." this whole time, i'm just sitting there giggling stupidly. those girls really did look horrified. anyway, that was that, and i was done pretty soon after. there were only like two really brief moments when it hurt like hell. he was tattooing my upper back in the center just below my neck. so the two times he went over bone, i could have cried. but i didn't. i was a cool cat. :)

so then, it's grace's turn. she looked pretty nervous. more nervous than me or deb. she wanted to come late so that she wouldn't sit there waiting and watching me and deb, but she ended up watching half of deb's process and all of mine. reed barely started tattooing her when two of her roommates showed up, so me and deb and ha offered to leave to make room since it was a pretty tiny room. reed went over basic safety care with us real quick and we thanked him and left. he was really nice. i know, i said that already.

okay, anyway, this is turning out to be a REAALLY long blog and if you've even gotten this far, good job. so i'm just gonna wrap this up now. after we left zebra, we went to deb's apartment, sat there for a while, then went to eat pizza with jason, then did a little shopping, then went back to deb's apartment. deb and ha fell asleep on her bed (which is kinda small so it was a funny picture. too bad i didn't have my camera on me). they woke up later. we sat around some more. jen and her parents arrived with more stuff for her room. then jen's parents gave me and ha a ride back to fremont. the end. :)

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all right, seriously, i'm done now.

*blink* *blink*

man, my head hurts, my vision's getting blurry, and my back itches.

okay, just ONE more try...well, for today anyway.

OKAY, THAT'S IT. I'M DONE. FOR REAL.

*bashes head into monitor*

man, if i'm having this much trouble with my stupid blogger (haha, accidentally typed blooger first), imagine how much trouble i'm gonna have with my actual webpage. shit, man.

uh..oops...

wait, i lied. not done with template yet.

okay, that's it. i'm done fiddling with the templates and the settings and shit. man, i really am stupid when it comes to html. well. now that i'm all done with that shit, i have like nothing to blog about. how sad. well, i'm still pretty much talking to myself though. and i really should get rid of all the previous stupid blogs, but screw it. i don't care anymore. hmm...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!! argh.

my back hurts.

:-/

i should probably erase this and all the previous shit, but i'm too lazy.

hello. hi there. goodbye.

uuuugh.

hmm...

AHHHH!!! SCREW IT!!!

this is sad. i'm just talking to myself.

dude, good thing there's no limit on the amount of blogs per day

*sigh*

dum de dum...

man, this sucks.

ARGH.

I WANT A NEW TEMPLATE DAMMIT.

man, how do i get this stupid thing to work? i hate html.

la la la la... hello?

hello? blur blur blur..blah blah blah...yada yada yada...