Life with Lyme.

Yes it is true. I have lyme disease, a fact that was known even before my doctor finally made it official. Anyway, so i've been insanely tired over the past few days(hence why my blog hasn't been updated). Therefore, I am going to do short recaps of my weeks with everything fun, exciting, shitty, and whatever else that happened to me. As of now, I am listening to some old school r&b and it's taking me back a little so ima jam to this before i continue my post. I can't blog properly when there's good music in the air.

Joe: I wanna know

ok it's done, now gwen stefani: luxurious is playing. despite her pathetic lyrics and her crazy crackwhore japanese anime phase, her beats are fucking great. Anyway, last time i posted was about little miss sunshine's inability to lie online and her predictable gullible nature. Ever since then, she's been trying to lie to me...and she hasn't succeeded in doing so. She's been trying so hard, i've given up trying to make a joke out of it. Honestly miss sunshine, it's getting a little old. You aren't funny and sometimes, you're a bit annoying. This is blog right? I can say whatever I want. She doesn't read it anyway. Sometimes she takes the joke so far, it doesn't even make sense anymore. She doesn't even make sense as a person. Dumbass bitch.

HAHA. just kidding. miss sunshine.

Work has been whatever. That's exactly how my attitude has been towards work. It's work, it's money, whatever. I suck it up despite the fact that I'm dying of exhaustion due to the lyme disease eating me from the inside out. My body aches, and my head hurts. I can barely keep my eyes open and it is a pain to move any part of my body. So imagine looking after 16 little children with the incapability of functioning like a real human being. All I can do is yell across the room for the little bastards to stop running around in circles. But hey, like I said, it's work, whatever.

There were some good parts to it though. Number one: free food(always a plus). Number two: free swim and number three: "Legos are Alive. I hear them in my head" I can be the most miserable mother fucker but if a kid came up to me to tell me the greatest secret of all the great secrets in the world and it was that legos are alive then I can't complain. I think that has to be one of the best quotes I've heard throughout my time at the camp. It isn't the funniest though, this one is:

Kid: Quan where does rain come from?
Me: I don't know like clouds..like sky..like...
Kid: DOES RAIN COME FROM GOD'S TEARS?
Me:.................YES.
Counselor2: Yeah, it could be his pee too.
Me: Yah so you better stop eating the rain.

I think I died a billion times inside when he said that. The funniest part is that he looks like this:

NOW HOW COULD YOU HATE A FACE LIKE THAT?

So other than camp, i've been hangin out with bumpkinz, crackwhore, and sunshinez. We've been goin to lank monster USA for some free noodles and rock band. Three words to describe the event:

BOSTON STREETS SUCK.

Tell me why driving around boston is impossible? Well, not impossible but when google maps and sunshinez ghetto ass GPS doesn't work, IT IS. We were tryin to get to lank monster USA for like two goddamn hours. I wanted to give up so badly but the noodles and rock band temptation was overcoming my frustration. I wasted..10 dollars of gas! 10 DOLLARS! Do you know how much fucking gas that is? That's like..so much gas. Anyway, it was me and sunshinez and we were literal circling around boston before we finally got to around the area we needed to go to and realized...that lank monster's street was around the corner. I was so pissed. Also, fucking bostonians with their fancy landrovers and god knows what car that eats up 100 dollars worth of gas money are the rudest son of bitches on the road. I'm like clearly a confused little asian girl trying to navigate my small little asian car to somewhere recognizable and people just aren't nice! It's like, what's it to you if you let me sneak into your lane? It's worse if you didn't let me sneak in and I thought you were and we crashed. That'd be you're fucking fault for giving me bitch ass ness.

So we get there and we eat noodles and I was forever grateful and content. I played rock band and to my surprise, crackwhore enjoyed it as much as I did. Rock band, guitar hero, DDR, all those match the colors, follow the beat, get more songs, body aching, eye bleeding games are just so fricken addicting. You just want to keep matching more accurately than the last time, beat levels and unlock more songs to start the torture all over again. For some reason, there's some satisfaction in unlocking more stuff and beating levels. It's kind of like an accomplishment...well more so an addiction than an accomplishment but we do like to feel accomplished than admit that we're addicted to rock band, guitar hero, and ddr.

I also got a new camera: DUM DUM DUMI GIVE YOU THE CANON S5 IS POWERSHOT 8.0(in black)

Yes the new love of my life. It is beautiful and it takes beautiful pictures. It's got all these really sweet features for me to get creative and it's as fast as lightning. I mean, there's absolutely no lag time and it just snaps at everything the moment you press the button. And by beautiful pictures, I mean beautiful pictures. It doesn't get fuzzy(like hardly) and flash is not too obnoxiously bright. I absolutely love it. I tried it out today with my baby cousins as my models.

Because I don't trust the internet whatsoever, I can't show any of my babies with their faces in it but these were really good too. This was the color accent option. I KNOW RIGHT SO ILL? I got mad skillz. I also did some art for colleeggeee, heres a picture:


It's this incoming freshman project where we have to create a visual representation of our "journey" to our college. It has to be postcard size and when we go in for orientation, there's an art gallery of all the incoming freshman's postcards. Speaking of, i need to do my artist statement for this piece. Anyway, the rules were pretty simple..the journey could be about anything..your childhood, family, anything that inspired you or led you to the college. So, i didn't really want to go to my college in the first place. It was all about decisions and what was the right decision to make. So I drew me piled in a lot of papers with a lot of problems written on them like: loans, college essays, acceptances, rejections, etc. Basically all the things that make deciding on a college difficult. Then in the back, the writing is my thoughts running through my head of what kind of college I'm looking for. Then in the end, there's a piece of paper floating around saying "decision" which is what I'm hesitantly looking at because I still don't know if I made the right decision...but who knows ya kno? Fuck college, it's too damn expensive for me to be making any real decision.