Album covers :)

One of my obsessions is making mixes for Chungy and then spending unnecessary amounts of time drawing covers for them. I finally got around to asking him to scan them in. So here they are! I’m so proud of them

All the pictures on these are references to the lyrics of the songs I put on There will definitely be more to come.

Maybe if I get struck by lightning I’ll turn into a merman…

If you’re not familiar with “Fred Figglehorn,” I suggest you go to www.youtube.com/fred and FAMILIARIZE!!

Yesterday I was brutally sick and it was the second day my boyfriend had been gone since he left for college, so I was in a really bad mood. So to cheer myself up, I watched Fred. Of course, it worked like a charm. But then I got to wondering why Fred is so funny anyway. I mean what if I came up and said to you,

“Hey, there’s this really funny thing on youtube with this teenage boy who pretends to be a six-year-old and gives himself a chipmunk voice and screams a lot.”

You wouldn’t be impressed, right? You’d probably think I was dumb as shit for thinking it’s funny and that the guy who makes those videos is a narcissistic douchebag. And yet it’s SO HILARIOUS.

My inner child finds chipmunk voices endlessly entertaining, especially when the voice REALLY doesn’t go with the person. I also happen to think it’s hysterical when he screams. I don’t even know why…. it’s so high pitched and annoying, but it makes me crack up. My favorite screaming moment is when he’s like “I have to take medication to act like a normal human,” and then he makes those weird noises and SCREAMS. LOL!!

Anyway, I’d appreciate if you would comment and let me know why YOU think Fred is funny. Thanks

It’s not goodbye, though

I thought I had the whole long distance relationship thing figured out. Andrew and I have talked about going away to college and visiting each other and whatnot a lot this summer. Two nights ago, we were comparing schedules and talking about when we could hang out, and that made me feel very happy and reassured. I was relieved that I could finally stop freaking out.

… WRONG!!!!

Yesterday he came by my family going-away party, and after everyone finally left I brought him to my room (hoohoo) for some alone time. I turned on the TV to make it sound like we were actually doing something, and I laid down on my bed next to him. And then came the waterworks, because as I snuggled with him, I realized I didn’t know when the next time we would get to cuddle would be.

After he left, he realized he left his guitar at my house. When I dropped it off at his house, I stayed for three hours xD We always find a way to be together when we really need each other, and I find that somewhat comforting.

I’m wearing his RPI shirt right now with his Ralph Lauren “Blue,” aftershave smothered all over the front of it. I can’t really decide if it makes me feel better or worse to have his smell all over me when I can’t actually have HIM.

I just hope that once we say goodbye and get settled into college life, the worst will be over and things will get a little easier.

She wears high heels, I wear t-shirts, no one gives a shit…

I heard Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me,” three times when I was driving to and from my violin lesson. That’s a 90 minute roundtrip. That’s once every 1/2 hour.

-_- Radio sucks.

Another walk down memory lane…

Today, on the way home from my sleepover with Andrew, “Magical Trevor,” randomly popped into my head. That happens without warning from time to time. I don’t even need to be reminded of it. I’ll just be sifting through all the stagnant junk in my brain and then all of a sudden…

Everyone loves
Magical Trevor
‘Cuz the tricks that he does
Are ever so clever etc.

I first encountered Magical Trevor in the seventh grade. My best friend Danielle and I were on the bus going back to school from a trip we took to a local Salvation Army. She started singing about “Mr. Stabby,” and when I asked her what that was, she took out her sketchbook and drew a bug-eyed man with a spiky beard and a knife. She said he “killed puppies.” I didn’t really follow, but by the time she ran out of time to explain to me, I figured out that it was an internet thing. At first I was a little nervous about going to the website because the last time she sent me a link it was “Retarded Animal Babies,” which commenced with the shouting of, “A is for… ASS!!!!” But, of course, I went to the website and became instantly obsessed with the badger song, Lard Man and of course Magical Trevor, among other things.

I believe that’s where my addiction to the internet began. Comedic flash videos were all the rage back then… at least for us middle schoolers. I LOVED all that stuff my Legendary Frog.

It’s funny how a lot of the allegedly “meaningful,” stuff runs through your brain, but pointless stuff like looped videos full of nonsense stick with you forever. I swear, I’m gonna be on my deathbed, and I’m gonna be thinking back on my whole life and I’m just going to hear,

He saw beans, oh beans
Lots of beans lots of beans yeah,
Beans, oh beans,
Lots of beans lots of beans, yeah yeah!

Moving Out

Yesterday I was cleaning out my room in preparation to move out. It’s a tedious job… sifting through all the junk I’ve managed to accumulate over the past 18 years. It was quite the walk down memory lane. I found:

- a photo album I made in middle school
- two miniature plastic dogs I used to be obsessed with
- an AIM conversation with a cute Korean boy I met at summer camp
- a Peregrin Took action figure

It’s SO HARD to know what to throw away. Because those photos, though some are pointless (like the one of my friend Danielle holding an orange), hold many memories. And I used to play pretend with my mom with those dog figurines on the way from home from school every day. That AIM conversation reminds me of a time I didn’t have my own Asian… and while other girls were freaking out over Orlando Bloom, I was freaking out over Billy Boyd.

Why? I have NO idea.

But it’s sort of sad to see my shelves completely empty. It’s strange to know that when I come home on break, we might not live here anymore. It’s strange to know that all the stuff I decide to leave at home will soon be shipped off to some unknown location.