oh when i said i need you so much i was dead...

Yesterday was interesting. No lapses in judgment for me!
I've decided the area right between the beginnings of a buzz and full on tipsy is just wonderful.

Basically, there was plenty of actions that would certainly result in volatile reactions..
but, for once, none of those actions involved me, myself, or my reputation...













But it's summer. I'm certain that "I'm not involved" will become my motto of the season. I don't want to deal with a best friend who is so lost in her heartbreak and hopes that she can't see that it ended long before they even realized it themselves. I'm not going to lie, I am biased, I am rooting for one team more than the other and that might make me seem like a bad person, disloyal, even, but then again, it might just be karma.


I'm not one to get bitter, though. Well, at least not now.

I went shopping today with G. Well, I didn't really shop. We contributed to a greener earth while simultaneously saving gas money by taking the bus. It was definitely an experience. G got leered at left and right, one ogler even made contact. He had dirty fingers and yellowed teeth. Not exactly appealing.

The SAT II scores came in this morning. Jenn slept over, and we'd spent a good 3 hours discussing the pros and cons of the-thing-that-might-possibly-just-maybe-could-work. She left at 7 and I couldn't go back to sleep, so I sat myself down and waited. I ended up not checking them until 11 30. I didn't do as well as I'd wanted, but I'm not unhappy either. I got a 680 on both the chemistry and the world history. Certainly not spectacular by Asian standards, nor are they anything to brag about to the overachievers and future yuppies. However, my chem grade far surpassed the expectations I did not dare hold.

I also discovered this morning that I love checking scores. That's such an odd thing to say, I'm aware, but the anticipation is almost enough to provide an adrenaline rush.

Back to the incidents. As much as I'd like to say I'm not involved, I am. I am irrevocably, intrinsically involved. I have no idea what to say to any of the parties who are directly involved, but I do know that I have desire to be in the middle of a tangled web woven by other people. I'll weave my own, thank you very much.


Ugh, psychotic obsessive people are obnoxious.

Especially when they're not even drunk.