Take Over, Breaks Over.

SPOP 2 at UCI! Whoo! It was fun. I wish I would've opened up earlier and done more things, but the people there are awesome nonetheless. Can I reCUESTA yo numba? Oh yeah, for sure. And more weird things happened at UCI. So I met this guy named Kevin Luong. And I'm like, "woah man, Irene's last name!" Because Irene's last name isn't very common among Asian folks, I don't think. It's rather spelled "Long" or whatever. And I think she has a cousin named Kevin too. So I'm like, 'HEY DO YOU KNOW IRENE?!" and he was like "nooo." Well alright then, he's from So. Cal anyway I think. haha. Then there was two other guys that I met. The first guy was named Ryan. So I'm like cool, Ryan. Then the next guy, right after I met Ryan was named Jordan. I thought that was pretty awesome. They weren't related in any way, but the fact that I met Ryan and then Jordan was pretty cool I must say. I actually look forward to the first day honestly. Gonna dive head first in the water.

P.S. Irene, there was a case of big backpack syndrome.

Quicksand.

You live your life like you're some kind of criminal. Like you did something wrong. When all you did wrong was stay inside this house trapped inside your own box. You did this to yourself I hope you know. You don't care about your kids. When have you ever? Never once in my life, from what I can remember, that you have hugged ME. I have always hugged YOU. And for what? For another lecture I don't deserve? For another hit on the arm, another blow to the head? For another "don't let me down"? How the fuck have I have let you down, hmm? For maybe finding someone I really care about? For doing all the things that I'm supposed to do? For becoming my own person? Look you never really cared about me. Maybe once in a while, I happen to stumble upon your psycho mind. Oh because I didn't something "wrong". Bullshit.

Rebel Yell.

Okay so you don't like me hanging out his house, but you don't like me making excuses. How about saying the truth is that you're afraid of..yes, I'll say it, SEX. Yeah, that's right. You're afraid. So then say it already! I'm NOT DOING ANYTHING if you keep pushing me that I am. And I don't get why you want me to stay at home when there is nothing to do here. You don't even want to be here in the first place so why are you making me stay here when you don't want to either? I don't get why you want me to come home for dinner, because I never eat your food because you never make me any in the first place. So you don't want me to hang out with my friends for the fact that it is SUMMER (and that's practically the law). And you don't want me to hang out with my friends for the fact that maybe it's the LAST TIME I'll REALLY get to hang out with them. And how exactly am I supposed to STUDY for a PLACEMENT test?! This is ridiculous. I'm not a FAILURE, if that's what you're classifying at. I'm not a SCREW UP if that's what you want to place me at. You never wanted me in the first place because I didn't have a PENIS. You said it yourself you would've stopped after you're second child because of the HIDEOUS stretchmarks the third child gave you. I don't understand why you're restricting me in so many things, when I have done EVERYTHING you ever wanted me to do. I graduated with a 4.07 GPA, with straight A's on my report card for the last semester, the top 25 of her class. I write for the fucking city NEWSPAPER. What more do you want me to do? Oh wait, you want me to sit at home, locked in my room, mastering the E=MC squared situation, and I'm not supposed to find out how LOVE really feels like. I'm not a bad kid, if you keep insisting that I am. So what now, I AM DOING GOOD. What more do you want?

Rain Rain Come Today.

Hello clouds. I wish you come down with a big pouring rain today in which I can go dance in it and maybe get pneumonia. Thank you.

One day I want to go into a bookstore, get some inspiring books and make art all day. That's all. Just make art.