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Just got back from a Utada Hikaru concert and, what can I say, what a lovely, down-to-earth, classy lady. Believe it or not, her live singing is even better than her on records. I was seriously in tears at parts when she sang some of her older songs - it was like my high school years flashing before my eyes. I still remember when kasugai_gummie and I obsessed over her "Colors" or when _____faith showed me her rendition of Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" and we were both blown away.

But yes, there's definitely a reason I've been a faithful fan of hers for years now :] Of course there were moments - especially when she sang "You Make me Want to be a Man" - where I cringed, but even then, her presence somehow made that song okay. 

We forgive you Hikki for wanting to be a man...during that brief, awkward phase in your life.

Anyways, going to that concert was definitely worth it! (Even if I'll be snoring my way through Civil Procedure tomorrow)

...and such nonsense.

I just got back from a cruise where I ate too much, I tanned to little, and people thought 70 degrees was too cold Oo;; Will post pictures when I get things organized :]

Anyways, it's 2010! 11 days closer to the end of the world (December 21st 2012). Man, not going to lie, I'm going to be pretty pissed if the world ends in 2012, especially if I've spent the previous 3 years slaving away in law school. meh.

But yes. Did not like 2009. Hopefully 2010 will be better. Hopefully.

so I'm trying this new thing where I have a blog and actually post in it. we'll see how it goes.

Anyways -

 

OMFG

THERE WAS A HOUSE CENTIPEDE ON A CORNER OF MY WALL.

AND I TRIED TO SQUISH IT WITH A NAPKIN.

UNFORTUNATELY I DIDN'T SQUISH HARD ENOUGH.

AND I ONLY GOT A COUPLE OF LEGS.


...AND THE REST OF IT IS PROBABLY HIDING SOMEWHERE SEEKING VENGEANCE.

I think I'm going to go cry in a corner now.

According to him, girls had two ladders - a friend ladder and a ladder of boys they were interested in. Boys on the other had only one ladder - for boys, all girls were fair game. Well, all boys except him apparently. Because he was special and had many ladders. That, and that he was a big girl. His logic was pretty shady, but she accepted it..


So I bought paintbrushes, watercolor paper, and brush soap today. I figure if this whole law school thing doesn't pan out, I'll paint rocks and butterflies on some street corner and sell them for a dollar. Mind you, I haven't the slightest clue how to paint - my previous attempts were disastrous (I ended up with a giant amorphous blob of color on my paper) - but I figure it can't be that bad. That and the fact that I have a book titled "You can paint watercolors" that I think was written for grade school students which will give me all the painting savvy I need to paint masterpieces.

Right.

Anyways, I shall be posting fantastic pictures of rocks and apples and oranges and whatever other simplistic objects I can grasp in the coming days.

Hoorays.


[EDIT 12/25/2009 - OKAY. so that plan kind of failed]

'I wonder if this is how he always felt' she mused. It was strange seeing him now with someone else - obsessed, caught up in that initial whirlwind of inebriation. Watching as he passed on the walkway overhead, she saw the smile on his face and knew that she should be happy for him, happy that he had finally found someone that could make him smile the way he now did - displaying the kind of inhibited joy that she'd never been privy to. How naive of her to assume that he would always be there. Yet, despite it all, it was a rather comforting, albeit bittersweet, feeling to know that she could finally close that door of possibility.


Having graduated from college, it seems only appropriate for me to experience something new and exciting - hence my foray into the magical world of *livejournal*. I've resisted this for sometime now, clinging hopefully to the possibility that pitas would make some kind of sudden ridiculous comeback. However, considering that virtually no one has heard of pitas and that it has turned into the abomination now known as DIARYLAND (whoever invented that God-awful name should be shot), my jumping ship seems but natural.

Unfortunately, seeing as the number of options that livejournal offers make pitas appear nothing short of archaic, this will take some getting used to.