dude this weekend was kinda crazy.
so many things happend.
dennis brice helped kee and i to rediscover english tea. we helped dennis discover the college diet (top dog, boba, bacon, sausages = "i need tums" + "i feel gross"). i think he got sick. i feel bad.
tahoe was cool. it got cold later. grace, liz, hayeun, ryan, and i. random mix of folks. good ol' time. intelligent conversations... "who do you like?" "if you can blend two ppl together to make the perfect man/woman, who would they be?" we are a product of berkeley. we are interlligent. i can't spell.
we saw snow falling. it was pretty. then we had to put chains on. i became a snow man. not fun. frozen hands. wet clothes. i told you it got cold later at tahoe...
i'm tired. too lazy to type long sentences. complete sentences out the window. i need a job. random comments here. and there. hehe. who cares? i don't get graded on this. "mommy, i flunked blog"
i've added more links to other blogging folks' page. everytime i read their blog i feel like the quality of my writing is at about dozen level below theirs. i write like a kid. i don't make sense. i'm tired.
so many things happend.
dennis brice helped kee and i to rediscover english tea. we helped dennis discover the college diet (top dog, boba, bacon, sausages = "i need tums" + "i feel gross"). i think he got sick. i feel bad.
tahoe was cool. it got cold later. grace, liz, hayeun, ryan, and i. random mix of folks. good ol' time. intelligent conversations... "who do you like?" "if you can blend two ppl together to make the perfect man/woman, who would they be?" we are a product of berkeley. we are interlligent. i can't spell.
we saw snow falling. it was pretty. then we had to put chains on. i became a snow man. not fun. frozen hands. wet clothes. i told you it got cold later at tahoe...
i'm tired. too lazy to type long sentences. complete sentences out the window. i need a job. random comments here. and there. hehe. who cares? i don't get graded on this. "mommy, i flunked blog"
i've added more links to other blogging folks' page. everytime i read their blog i feel like the quality of my writing is at about dozen level below theirs. i write like a kid. i don't make sense. i'm tired.

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