it's not even insomnia for me, i don't think that word ever qualified....i'll have to admit that sometimes i can't fall asleep and sometimes i can't sleep longer because i just wake up, and this is my universe, this sleep deprevated happy-go-lucky galavanting the peninsula of manhattan always on whim...wonderful?....sure!....why?...because a lot of times i just don't want to sleep, i wish i could stay up and get in more hours to do whatever it is that i do, to fully develop and be enveloped in all my tributaries of conscious thought......in it's essence, writing has helped tons of that for me, clearning obstacles and organizing the tangled web of thought right here...right in front of all of you....so as this paragraph slowly turns biploar...i'll stop.
so why is it that people no longer recognize me? i've grown up right smashed in btwn tons of pockets of friends, i've grown up right stuck in the middle of the whole tri-state korean ordeal....and it all stems from hak won....it just happened that way....no biggy....and so as i infrequently run into some of the "back in the day" faces....they now no longer recognize me....... ** you wait on line for the bathroom at some party and of course you're gonna bump faces with every person....and so i tap some 'friends' on the shoulder..."HEY>>>WHATS UP" .....and im greeted with "WHO THE EFF ARE YOU?".....i retalitate "YOU DON"T REMEMBER ME??".....and then the frowned false acknowledged response"OH YEA OH YEA>>>HEY>>HOW ARE YOU...".....obviously they don't remember me...duH!
good thing we didn't go to an afterhours party.
bad thing we had to go to 69.
good thing john du is john du.
you know when someone is really really really uber uber uber nice? and to the point where niceness just makes you feel uncomfortable because you're just a bunch of crass and tactless inebriated individuals? and it's painfully hard, but do-able to stir up etiquette to keep up?....okay...i'm just exaggerating for the purposes of my metaphorical landslide...in anycase, i don't remember his name.....but very nice guy will suit him.
tissue pathology report....
diagnosis: right foot: angiomyoma (vascular leiomyoma)
translation: speaical stain (trichrome)
...BENIGN TUMOR.
i love the words inspiration and motivation....there are a group of about 100 words that i love to use over and over....maybe i'll start adding a section in every post just describing the backstory of each of them.....so...you can be self-motivated by inducing something within urself to strive for whatever it is that you want....and then there is that motivation that is stirred by something externally....and that...in this instance....i'd like to call my inspiration....so in the case of rockstardom...and the past few years of geetar craze......here is my inspiration.
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NPH!
alllgood: I like the feel of writing in a notebook though
d e r p d e r p: i prefer the doogie howser feel of typing
and what suits your fancy?
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i have to actually think when i read your xanga...ahhahaha
Look at Gush!!
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yay thanksgiving.. your ankle looks scary..
doogie howser....
that's your ankle? for a second I thought it was part of your penis.
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