||[Oct. 27th, 2005|01:38 am]
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I just watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and painted my nails. My toes are Gap "Tropical" and my fingers are Shiseido "Copper Cedar." I wish I had the money and time to change my hair all the time when I watch that movie. It really sucks that I probably won't get to go to his house for Thanksgiving now, when my family doesn't really do too much for Thanksgiving. We actually do more the day after Thanksgiving because when my parents' friends are done visiting relatives they come over. And these stupid annoying Asian college students who go to MIT come over to suck up to my dad and try and get jobs at the law firm and they ignore me, which is okay because I'm not interested. They're boring.
I'm a celebrity! Someone started a facebook group for me a few hours ago and the last time I checked there were 55 members. If you go to Brandeis, search for "Thank You Girl Who asked For 10 More Minutes On the 2nd Chem Midterm, We Salute You." Dan is on facebook now, go add him. I married our profiles. Or maybe we're married in real life? Mwahahaha.
The effect Margo has on other people:
Amazing. I was looking at Dan's boring LJ and I saw that. I can't remember what it said before, but it was embarassingly cheesy. I wonder if the internet archive has it. Sometimes Dan's entries are just really dull.
I told him to rename the band "The Gage Injury," but he didn't like it. Phineas Gage was awesome, by the way. I'm not sure where this entry was supposed to go.
Did anyone else read this off LJDrama.org? Here's the first entry. My mom and I hit each other, but I hope I never snap like that. I think the girl is crazy, but I signed the petition at esmie.com because I don't think she should spend her life sitting in jail over this. Not to say that murder should be taken lightly, but I don't think the court system understands bi-polar, anal-retentive, close-minded Asian mothers. One minute they're appreciating you from a distance, and the next you suddenly are an embarassment to the family when nothing has changed. I don't know what my mom will say if I tell her I want to take next year off, I can't even tell her I have a boyfriend.