TO MY HIGHNESS, LINDA LUONG

Well, she wanted this, so here goes.

She's vicious. She can bite your head off. She's the only person who freakin' kissed me on the cheek. & yet, we all know that we love her, 'cuz she's HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Miss Meater!

I guess we aren't the CLOSEST of all friends, 'cuz duh, she's @ Inde with all her besties and I'm @ Piedmont with all my homies, but somehow, I can always count on her to be there for me... she got my back, y'know?

What else? Don't mess with her, 'cuz if she isn't hardcore enough to kick your butt, I will be. & I don't know why, but she always can cheer me up when I'm down. Maybe 'cuz she's so FIERCE!

Oh, and beware, this girl is a hardcore Lady Gaga fan, so don't diss the Lady or you're going down.

She's the Meater to my Beaner. I think she's the only person that can change my mind about eating meat. & I'm pretty sure she's the one who drove me so crazy I became Mexican. Yes, remember, everybody? I'm half-Mexican.

& she can eat like a BEAST, I'm warning you. But at the same time, she's freakin' "shy" and "polite" and "ladylike".... COUGH, MYBUTT. <3 But we love her as is.

& what else did you want, Linda? Well, I'm sure I missed a whole bunch of details about this chick, but one thing for sure is:

I LOVE YOU!

Kait says the darndest things!

While in the car...


K: Look over there! My daddy took me there before! *points @ the PMS track*
Me: Cool.

*pause*

K: One time, I dragged my dad to the dark side...

Me: x_O"

Miss Monica Tran

As if I didn't love her that much already, she shares with me half her stickers (that she "asked for permission to steal") and admits that she's addicted to the Michael's sticker aisle. <3 Gonna miss my co-TA when the head honcho splits us up. :(

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So apparently, the following week, since it was Easter or something, the staff celebrated with donuts. Usually, we have these Viet foods that I don't normally like so I don't get it. But, that week, it was donuts! And you know me, shyshy, so eh, lots of ppl crowding around the donuts most likely means that I'd be too scared to approach the crowd. So Monica hears that there are donuts and I ask her to get one for me and she's like, "Sprinkles?! *creepy smile*" and runs off to get me the donut with a bunch of colorful sprinkles. Haha, gotta love that girl.

Happy Sweet 16, Julina!

I love you guys. <3

[Pictures to come soon!]

Happy belated birthday, Na!

So yep! Funfun, like always, 'cept this time, Brian joined in with us. :D He's not THAT bad, okay? Just a bit annoying, but then again, aren't all kids at times? Um, got Na a S'more-flavored cupcake. I wonder if it tastes good. God, just walking into that cupcake store made me wanna get some for myself, but I have willpower! & I'm cheap, so I didn't. xD Um, really killed Jessica that day volunteering. Haha, glad I have her as a friend. Anybody else woulda just slapped me silly. She resisted, I think.

Back to Na: WE DIDN'T SING FOR YOU! God, I can't believe I forgot, too. S'okay, maybe we'll do a belated thing next week? WE NEED TO SING. We didn't even gang up and beat him up. Why did we forget so much?! And... he didn't even get to blow out the candles, let alone, have a proper cake. Don't worry; we'll do better next year, right kiddos!?

Teehee, on the other hand, I just realized there's a restaurant that was named "Cluck You" ! That made my day.

The only thing that'd make me feel better right now

would be a long, hot shower, while singing nonstop to my favorite songs.

But I've already done that and there's nothing else to soothe me. So, g'night world.

Did I change that much?

I believe that I don't forget my past; my other half just refuses to accept it.

So, when my mother told me that I used to be really close with you, I surprisingly ask, "Really? I don't think so..." but Mother knows best and I'm pretty sure she's right. I remember this picture: It was your birthday and I think I kissed your cheek for the picture. Maybe it's just me remembering some other small boy. Who knows? But anyway, now we're really distant? Or so my my mother states. Eh, I thought you were introverted, but maybe, now that I think about this... maybe it's just me.

No, it's not him. Don't try to guess. I'm in denial.