Diary of Goddess: Life Lessons Learned

I started this blog in HS, when I was this materialistic, but saying I wasn't materialistic first to start a blog and thought my life was so fab since all I did was school, shop, & friends. Fast forward 4 years later, I became this college student that realized that college life wasn't like the movies and MY struggle began...Some 10 years from HS and here I am, living my dream of going to law school, bringing a whole new meaning to MY struggle…

Monday, November 22, 2004

No. 272

Oh Nostalgia hits at hte funniest times, like right now at 11:38 Picture this: in your car alone, blasting music-whatever grooves you, driving fast and furious-not really, but kinda thinking so, driving for only like 8 minutes-2 songs, pull into a parking spot, get out, walk towards the mecca of materialism, acheter tout le monde, drop it all in the trunk, drive off and back at home walking reruns of random shows on MTV. Those are the times I miss man, I miss the simplicity of HS, I miss the idea that I could look cute everyday while in college you just rock the sweats, or at least I do, because what's the point of getting it all together when you only have like 2 hour of classes or some days when you've got 5-so u've got to be comfy.

Ok, so also, reading that girl's journal and finding out she doesn't have a CL600, but in stead ia C230-crushed. Now, reading another journal-i'm really bored, find this guy, is Cantonese, went to HK over the summer and um...lovels the Burberry, like it's his main style and no one else should rock it and it's so much better then the fake Louis and Coach, ok...feeling this metrosexual ego vibe, OMG, feeling like this one time eating dim sum, finished, head to car, some random teens-two Chinese boys driving around their parents S class around the parking lot because they can't sit in the fucking restaurant like normal people-what the hell, if you have to drive around-can you at least drive it around the block, and please brothers, they have cell phones, when momma and dad need their car back they'll call. But anyways, so he's like saying Burberry is king-maybe in England, but I don't know, like it was this journal about bragging rights, like how he went to Bellevue Mall (Bellevue Square) and dropped 6 large and felt like a balla afterwards. Great, the wallet cost 400-ooohhhh, you've got a wallet-fabulous right, and he puts his 100s isn it but puts his 10s and 20s in his Dunhill. Ok, and he also says Asians pay with cash all the time, yea, when you buying something big-like a house, like if you bought a house for 500,000, then you best pay in cash, Asians should pay cash up to 1,000,000 and then i'd say get a loan so you get can the interest as a tax deductible, that goes for cars too-always pay for it all unless it's tax deductible interest wise, but come on, who freaking counts cash, like I say before, one out of eight twenty dollar bills have come in contact with the white powder-not sure you wanna be handling it, but then again, I really don't buy things under 20 bucks, usually the total is 19.99 and if it's jamba juice, after like spending the 19.99, it'll be like 21.something and i'll give them a 40, then i'll use the remaining 8 to get jamba and the rest is change lost somewhere in the bottom of my bag, but the kid is odd, more like it kind of makes me sad because now it's liek all ABCs are apparently like this, because he says it in like a "i am flossin" way, not in a blatant truth this is my life and that's it, but more like i'll rub it in your face. It's like my pet peeves, like Will and Grace and how Will and Karen don't like the word "ointment". I don't like the phrases: What does your dad do, oh really....wow you must be spoiled, what do you drive, and is that real. No, i'm not telling you what my dad does, and i'm not even commenting on how I am so spoiled and what I drive and if what you think is real and we're not talking boobs.