I share my bedroom wall with a neighbor who stays up late fighting with family members and making them cry. Then he wakes up early and drills holes into the wall we share because 6 hours of sleep a night is too much for me. Cask of the Amontillado stuff is happening there is what I’m thinking.
I’m too uncomfortable to confront him about it. But I also don’t want to live next to an abusive construction site. :(
I was ignorantly full-on gyrating to T-Rex as these two Asian ladies came into the store. It was then that I was aware that I was dancing by myself in public.
As I was pretending I wasn’t just humping the glass case (my dancing buddy), I found out quickly that these two Asian ladies did not want to buy anything. They cut to the chase by talking to me in mandarin. I don’t know mandarin so I just said, “no.”
One woman found out I knew english and it turns out, they wanted me to buy tickets to go to some cultural Asian thing in Lincoln Center and they wanted to hang up their huge poster in the store. It’s of an androgynous Asian man in costume doing a split in mid-air.
I said “no” and they gave me this speech about how I should go to the show because I’m Asian and it’s about Asians.
That show is not about me. I dance foolishly but like a white person.
I am way less cooler than I think I really am, I’ll never be funny, and I think I’m crashing from my manic phase.
Someone turn this tea shop into a bumpin dance party. WHICH I WON’T DANCE AT UNLESS SOMEONE FORCES ME TO BECAUSE I’M ANTI-SOCIAL.
Tumblr hates my thoughts. I’ll delete stuff someday.
I looked up manic-depressive.
http://www.webmd.com/depression/guide/bipolar-disorder-manic-depression
I slept for half an hour last night.
I slept for 3 hours two nights ago.
I probably won’t sleep tonight.
I don’t feel tired at all.
I feel like DA BOMB.
Soon, I’ll crash and I’m going to be depressed and lay in bed in the dark without clothes on for days.
Also, I need to finish two sketches by tomorrow morning. Do you think I can do that?
1. Be nicer to people
2. Be nicer to myself
3. Not my parents
Cause fuck da haters
I got drunk and tried to explain to someone that I’m into people that are funny and smart but I combined it and said, “I’m into people that are fart.” I feel foolish. Because I look for the things I’m not.
:(
Subject: Portland, Maine
Hi kids,
We arrived to Portland, Maine this morning… I went to Starbuck to use Internet because on the cruise, I don’t have internet or AT&T phone. So, you can’t call or email me during we are on cruise. Only when we land to any port in US then I will call or email both of you and let you know we are fine.
How is your shool day? busy with a new schedule? If you have to buy book, uses credit card. Send me your schedule so I know times and days you are busy.
Any thing else I miss???? Well, until next time we chat, so long and have a nice day for both of you.
Papa
