No. 57

I didn't get to go to the gym today. I'm gonna watch my Princess Diaries DVD. Yes, I still like it, it's probably some sort of complex I have about being a princess.

I have a question, ok, so Rolex makes these watches where you're suppose to wear them every day OR you have to reset it every time you wear it. Isn't it so damn annoying? I mean, you think they could keep the thing going, so you wouldn't always have to reset the time? I'm a stickler for time on weekdays, I like to have my watch down to the exact second or around there. That's probably why I hate wearing the Rolex, it's because I have to fix the time every single day. I think i'm going to wear it tomorrow and see what happens. Anyways, we get out of school at 11:45AM THANK BUDDHA. I think i'll probably practice my piano, and go rent some movies, since i'll be abandoned on Saturday night. One may think that I am a total loser for not having something to do on Saturday night, but not all people do things on Saturday night. Anyways, I don't really care. I do care that my dad gets more phone calls then I do. I mean, he actually has friends. I don't like his friends, but well... what can I say. There's this guy, he was the one that called, he has a kid, but he's like god knows how old. I call him viagra man, because I'm pretty sure he needed viagra do have his child. His wife is like thirtyish. It's so freakin' weird. Anyways, he secretly sees my dad has some sort of tycoon. I mean, he's so cheap he never really invites people to dinner, my dad always does it, we always get his son something, and in return I get shit. I mean, it's only nice to get someone's daughter something when we got your son something. That's not what i'm scared about, what i'm scared about, is that my dad has a lot of stuff in his collection. Viagra man tells him to give some of it to to the museum and spread it out for people. My reaction is like, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MAN? Seriously, it's only true that I will inherit everything from my parents since I am the sole heir. This idiot who appears to be wise because he has white hair comes in and says, yea just give some of the paintings to me and to the museum and to galleries yada yada yada! I'm about to have a coronary after he said that. Viagra man thinks I won't appreciate and stuff. I'm like, i'll do whatever damn well I please with it, and I'm definitely keeping it in my own collection, so don't even think about it. Oh, then he lives in Issaquah or whatever. He's got some acres, he see's where we're living and says, hey, let's find a house there. He's all talk and no action. Then, he says, "I'm looking for a watch for my wife." My dad loves watches and says that Tiffany's has a Patek Phillipe for around $38,000. He says that he'll go down to Tiffany's and buy it right there and then. The next day, he says they're sold out. Yes, there's only 11 of them for all of Tiffany's, but you can't sell out a watch worth that much in 2 days. Total bullshit. Another example is when he tried to buy a painting from Butterfield and Butterfield. He wouldn't pay more for it, even though it was totally worth it and lost the auction to some other guy. I mean, he acts like he's so rich, but he's not. For buddha's sake, he drives Volkswagen's. Seriously? Also, he's saying that he should take his son to boarding school. My dad's like, "No, you only take you son to boarding school, if you still lived in Hong Kong. The American thing to do is to keep them in the UNITED STATES." The guy is such a freak, I swear, wise men who have white hair are not WISE, they're damn well hit in the head by the Viagra bottle. It really makes me scared, because my dad sometimes it a bit gullible, especially after he's done eating!

Anyways, I have this whole fad about buying things. I simply get stop. I also realized that I've become this weird person whose totally obsessed with the whole Palm life. I mean, I guess it's me now. It's one of my traits. Considering the fact that I will never get rid of my wealth and be happy. I mean, I really wish I was in the middle class again and didn't know how much money we had. I still don't, but I know at least some of now since our house and I secretly look at my dad's stocks. I realized that when people are the middle class, they go to Wal-Mart feeling refreshed and the only thing they worry about is if they put the casserole in. I mean, these people have no idea what it's like to be rich and miserable or poor and miserable. They are in the perfect medium. I realized that whereever I go, I'll be surrounded by wealth. I mean, it's great, but it's the new wealth that gets me. Middle class people don't talk about money, it's just simply not talked about. Upper Middle is totally different as to the lower classes. I mean, the lower classes can't even survive in terms of food. The Middle Upper is struggling to become the Upper Class. I finally understand why there are more middle class people and i'm truly happy. I also hate how I bitch about my life. Seriously, I mean I don't use the word bitch, but I feel a bit like what. God, i'm 17, I have many luxuries in life that some people, as in ML can't even aspire to in their whole damn lives no matter how hard they tried. God, that's probably what I hate about myself, yet I have all these things and am still miserable. I'm not miserable, but i'm winey. I mean, I don't understand whole I take things for granted, I mean, I have everything, yet I feel so incomplete. One may say that I don't have a significant other, but god, then I have to buy things for that guy, not exactly happy here you know. Plus, I think it just adds more chaos because he'll probably not do things I want and I'll throw mini hissy fits.

Whatever, I'm off to watch my DVD.

Goddess_333