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| Despite that Alex told me xanga is dead, which it mostly is, I only read like 5 or 6 people's xangas myself, I didn't feel like doing homework so here goes and read away all 3 or 4 faithful mexxickano readers.
I ate fried chicken in Harlem today. I ate so much my spine hurts. That either means I have back pains similar to those of pregnant women or my stomach has swollen to the size where its pushed my kidneys up against my bones, like a crowded elevator or something. But I don't care, the chicken was fluffy and crispy and salty.
I have to eat like that in NYC. I can't really afford to eat and not be somewhat full. If I go to some place and I pay like 9 dollars for a six inch sandwich, a decent sandwich anyways, but six inches nevertheless, then I have to slowly starve and die till I can get home and eat. I have no understanding of how to balance the needs of my body, frugality, and appetite. I mean, when its all said and done, I eat the same amount as anyone else, I just don't do it in a traditional fashion.
Wow, there's a lot of hairs on this keyboard. There's long curly one on the 9 key and a lot of little black C's and Oooo's on the numbers. Maybe someone's hands are hairy. But why the pubic spirals and coarseness? Its not me.
But back to the topic of food, New York's hotdogs really are not all that. New York may have a better art scene than Chicago, generally better and more food, just a lot of really cool stuff, but they neglected that one little crucial bit, they've forgotten their first love. Maybe they're just hotdogs but when I see a grown man unapologetically squirting ketchup on his hotdog, then I'm like, why would you do that before me when I will destroy you?
Whoa! When you squeeze the mouse everything turns blue and shrinks a little and a textbox appears that says: Xanga - Weblog Entry. What else will you do Apple computer? Are you staring at me through that little black camera? If only my phone still had that optic sensor. Then you'd have a friend. I'm certainly not your friend. Your keys are sticky and unyielding and covered in hand pubes. And what the hell's this little round nub on the mouse? When I stroke upwards everything goes up but when I stroke down you're completely unresponsive. Is that part of the Apple chic? That it has no downwards functionality? Did Steve Jobs in his enormous, immaculately white apple-shaped building say, "Down? No, oh heavens no. How crude, how gauche. Apple only thinks up. Observe those stairs. See they only go up. Try walking down them, you'll find it quite impossible." Computer, I am not your IFriend.
I want some IScream tomorrow. Kee kee kee. I think about food a lot in New York if you can't tell. I eat NYC.
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| Oke doke, I'm probably gonna have to just go to NYC a little early to find a place. Who wants to help me? Anyone want to let me stay with them while I look for an apartment? Or does anyone know of any places that are open to rent? Who am I even asking? Does anyone still read my xanga but, like, Alex Kim? Oh well.
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| Does anyone know when I should take my GREs? In October? November?
Does anyone know about student loans and all that? Does anyone wanna lend me like 10 grand?
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| I'm listening to Coldplay's Fix You right now and its so cheesy but every word is so achingly true at the moment.
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
When the tears come streaming down your face
when you lose something you can't replace
when you love some one but it goes to waste
could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
OK So the Cubs first baseman Derrek Lee got injured on Wednesday and I think the Cubs might be totally screwed now. Thats actually why I'm listening to this song and choking with that kind of laughter that you get when you were just sad about something but someone said something funny and so you want to keep grieving but something about the moment is so absurd and stupid and funny you can't help kinda doing both at the same time.
Oh the Cubs have lost someone they can't replace, no one is even close to as good as Derrek Lee on our entire team or in all of major league baseball. And the Cubs are stuck in reverse, right when we start to play good we get screwed with something that is a HUGE step backward. Ignite your bones. God could there be any more brutal imagery to remind me of Lee's wrist being shattered by that retard Rafael Furcal? I can't sleep but I'm really tired. And I LOVE the Cubs SOOOO much but it all just goes to waste when everything goes inexplicably wrong--again!
I guess this song cheered me up a little. It made me laugh a little at least. So corny, but so true right now. Damn you Coldplay! How dare you make a mockery out of my devotion towards the last good, pure thing in the world. I will fix you Cubbies, I don't know how, but I will fix you. Or maybe the Cubs will play well without our best player and that'll fix me. | | |
| I wanna chinchilla. I don't think I can afford the hundreds or thousands of dollars to spend on a dog plus I wouldn't have anywhere to keep it. But a chincilla...
Consider this: Chinchilla fur is thirty times softer than human hair. I don't really know how someone figured this out, I mean softness doesn't really seem like the most measureable characteristic, but still -- Chinchillas must regularly bathe in dust or volcanic ash to remove oil and moisture that gathers in their thick fur. In fact, they have the highest fur density of any land animal with more than 20,000 hairs per square cm. Their fur is so dense that skin parasites (such as fleas) cannot live on one lest they suffocate.
My God! They don't even seem like they're of this world. They bathe in volcanoes. Their fur is too luxurious for dirtiness to survive in it. Filth and disease literally chokes to death in its glorious hair. Its like its fur is some microcosm of paradise and utopia.
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