No. 165

John Mayer

Ok, last of him for a while. Still love him, yet Katy Sandvik, this totally sweet girl whose never mad or sad or anything and just a romantic, went to his concert. Oh yea, she's definitely coolio. The fact is this, all these people I have the same likes and dislikes, yet i'm not their intimate friends, as in the ones that you hang out in the weekend with. The ones I do, have nothing in common with me and my likes. It's quite appalling and I don't know why i'm always attracted to these people, seriously, what is it? Is it the fact that I like to be above people, no that's not it since I don't crave attention. I have no idea...

Una and Prada

Ok, so I get this e-mail from Dawno saying all this shit right. Una, my cousin whose immensely cheap asks what I would like for my grad gift. I know for a fact that if I didn't say anything, she'd get me some cheap ass fake hello kitty shit. Also, I know that if I asked for a black nylon Prada Messenger bag, real, she'd probably go out to the black market in Hong Kong where she lives and get me a Panda. Pandas are the fake Pradas. Yea, or she'd actually get me a fake Prada, and it's be so obscene. Seriously, I don't know what to do. Ok, so my mom said say the whole Prada deal and say it's because my dad hates people who wear fake things. It is the truth, but then it'll make me sound all pushy and shit. The problem is that she doesn't like me, it's a plain fact. I'm just too fat, too American, too big feet, too ugh for her, but she can stand Dawno since she's got that style, that hong kong skinny deal and small feet. It's all about that, I mean, my mom is cool, so she'd hang with her, but with me, you must be joking. With me, she'd probably have to be a good sum of money to hang with me. It's the truth, it's sad, but hey, it's the plain truth. So, since having this, I know she'd probably get me a panda. It's rather sad. I know, I won't use it, i'll go in my closet, it'll bring shame to me, and i'll just be like oh well.

BMW STICKS

I hate them, they hate me, it's simply and obvious. What can I say, don't ever drive stick. I was looking at all the people in my school, they all get to drive what they want or relatively as in automatic or whatever, I mean, all of us would love to drive the new Denali or that M5, but most if not all of us have decent cars right. Me on the other hand, the girl who has to wait until 18 to drive, the girl who has to drive the stick and hates it, it literally leaves my left leg shaking when i'm done since you have to jam the clutch down, and yet driving a BMW is not making me happy. Seriously, give me some beater car and it's a automatic, and hey, I'm good to go. Yes, I get the Benz, but when my mom drives it, it's not exactly horray when you know, i'm not in the car either. Ok, so then i'm looking in Bellevue, most people who look at this place and aren't obsessed with money see it has very snooty and snobby and that whole shambang. I'm sitting here thinking, ok, so what makes us so miserable. We have the private gyms, the nice cars, the everything, yet we sit and grovel and can't stand to smile at people. Old ladies, most of them are nice. It's the damn nouveau riche driving Lexus that give us a bad name. They never say hi, and if they cut you off, it's like that's what they're suppose to do. It seriously pisses me off, because there are a lot of nice people in Bellevue, but it seems that most of them are hidden away, so it gives the rep of Bell a bad one to say the least.