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so if you didn't already think i was a bad asian, here's some news for you. i work at tilly's now. so i cannot communicate with you unless you are a bro, a bro ho, or if you are a 12 year old girl who drags your mom to buy you new roxy sandals and skanky halter tops. i work like 138 hours this week, so stop by and make sure i am still alive. let me tell you about some of the highlites so far:
i get ordered around by my own peers, not cool. i treat customers how i feel like. if i think they are stupid, i will be less nice.
we have to wear close toed shoes, and that breaks my heart. my feet need to breathe man.
mad moms in minivans come up to me and ask for specific sizes in boys board shorts. that is probably the one subject i know the least about in the world.
they play the same compilation of music, which i didn't think was that bad in the first place. but hearing the same motion city soundtrack song every half an hour kinda kills it.
my job requires you to be standing at all times, if not, walking around. i don't think standing for an extended period of time is healthy for you physically or mentally.
the only thing that i really like about my job is that i get to wear a tight walkie talkie head set. it makes me feel more superior than i already am.
but it's not that bad, the other workers are legit for the most part. they all admit that there is some pretty gay bro stuff for sale. and the managers aren't too strict. and they keep the room temperature perfect. and the very best part is that we are right next door to chipopo. yesss.
this summer is all bout work, gym, and happy thoughts. if i can think of any.
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hey faggots. fuck you guys,. ummmmmmi amn drunk. well at least buzzed. and i am at brynats house from usc. and all thes fucking high school bitches were here. aaannd all these bitches were throwi9ng up like fucking idiots. and i hate high school people. honestly. all high school people. you guys should all die. i know it's gay because i was in high school like only a year ago, but honestly once you high school people go to college for one year, you will understand how fucking gay you were. you should either kill yourselves or get a job. do something with your life. or i will personally kill you. uyes that is a wirtten threat. i havew to pee. go die. ummm me and emma are drinking in newpport./ and its fuckkin chull brooo!!! i mean chill. ok whatever./ drunk posts are gay. buty whpo cares i am gay. eberyeone is einging gorillzassss. i am asian...!!!!!!!!!!! whoooo. ok anyways i am gonna read this tomorrow and laugh. and it's gonna be funnnny. but for now, just read this and laugh and kill yourself if you are in high sschool still. if you are in school and you wanna go to college, don't stop trying because you can do it. EVERYONE GET OUTTA ANAHEIM HILLS WHILE YOU CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!
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[07 May 2006|05:04pm] |
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i am sitting across from alana in room 203 of taper hall. it's about 5 pm and we are studying for our freaking finals. alana is all jacked up on aderol, and it's the funniest shit i've ever seen in my life. she is very jittery. and everytime she does a math problem right, she does that little elbow fist pump, like how bowlers do after they've bowled a strike. or actually, more like tiger woods after he sinks a putt. sinks a shot? does a birdie? i don't know all these golf terms that well. but you know what i mean.
but i decided to take a break from studying because it sucks. it sucks cause we have to study like maniacs while we stress about packing and all that stuff. summer is like what, 3 or 4 days away? and i am stuck in the stupid room trying to learn why we say cats with an "s" sound at the end, as opposed to the "z" sound we make when we say dogs. yeah, don't take a linguistics class ever in your life. this is torture man! i want to go outside and play. literally. i wanna get smoothies and go on a bike ride. uuggh. finals make me depressed. i think they make everyone depressed. i think i'm dead inside.
anyways, summer is going to be lazy. lazzzy status. the only goals i have set for myself are to make money and go to the gym. i think i'll be fine with the gym thing, but i don't think i'll get a job. no one is going to hire my ass. i think i have to work my way up and apply to price club or something. yeah i call it price club, not costco.
so the real point is, freshman year of college is over. i think it's an even weirder (i know that's not a word shut up) feeling than graduating high school. how does one transition from living at college back to living at home? how does one keep in touch with such a broad range of people? i don't know exactly, but i guess i'll find out. i'm kinda scared i'm gonna waste time during summer, but i guess for every day i waste, i will go to the gym to make up for it. or maybe read a book or something. i'm gonna miss sc, but i need a break from school. and from our disgusting apartment. it's seriously getting to the point where it's unhealthy to live there. there are like new forms of dirt and dust forming in our kitchen that scientists don't even know about. so anyways, this year was cool but i know next year will be better. i'm sick of taking ge's, and i wanna start taking classes that apply to things i think are important in life. like money. and how to make lots of it. i need to get rich so i can pay my parents back for spending so much money on me. i am the most expensive daughter ever. so yeah, school sucks, life is weird and summer's coming and blah blah. whatever you guys get the point. let's go get chipotle.
i would also like to say that cake is the best band ever. you know how you like one certain song from one certain band, but you are too lazy to listen to any of their other songs? well that's how cake was with me, and recently i listened to a whole bunch of their other songs and that shit's dank! i don't even care if you guys like them, i just want you to know that they are probably better than your favorite band. this stuff if catchy and very different. some of the songs sound exactly the same, but if it sounds good who cares. i am going to listen to cake for the rest of my life. whoever sits in my car over summer, you will hear cake all the time too.
sigh, i have to go study now. it doesn't matter because i'll probably get an F on the final anyways, but since everyone else gets F's too we will all get B's! don't you dare mess up the curve. we need to work as a team, linguistics class. do not fail me. well actually, fail, but don't fail me.
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[02 Apr 2006|03:47am] |
alright you faggots. we thought tonight was gonna be fun and we were gonna be out all night o every party. but no. we stayed at pike all night. i decided it would be fun to go pee in this random room. so i jumped all this fruniture in the dark, fell on my fucking ass, and split open my chin. yeah i didn't even notice it until some girl was like, "omg you're bleeding." so i was really pissed and we went to theta and i got a bandaid put on me. then we realized we lost alana's id and keys so we went back to pike and i looked like an idiot with a motherfucking bandaid on my fucking face. i hate life. i hate frat parties. (even thought i look forward to them) and i hate looking like i am related to nelly. honestly this cut is so deep.
if anyone reads this, give me a number to a doctor that gives cheap stitches. and find alana's keys and id. this is important. i am pissed off. fuck everyone and everything. kiss my ass, (but help me out)
Leslie
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[04 Mar 2006|02:56am] |
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booty booty booty booty rockin everywhere. repeat times two. ok anyways i am drunk. we went to some mardi gras part togiht. it was prety tight. there were a lot of sketchy guys and opkent of alcohol. nboot bootg booty boty rockin everhware. and then we went to ato where somre FUCKING bitch pruposelyt spilled beer on laurens shirt. i honestluy want to kill that bitch, some fucking piece of bitch poured beer on her and we searched all of ato and tried to fight her. except the dumb piece of shit bitch never answered. yeah so we got drunk to ease the stresss. we hate everyone. the only purpose of mardi gras is to get drunk and dance liek an idiot. yeah we are home in century and we want to go to bed. i hate you all.
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[28 Feb 2006|06:41pm] |
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alright, it's time. i haven't updated this piece of shit lj in forever. not because i didn't have anything interesting or relevant to ramble about, i just never felt like it. remember the days when my lj was in its prime? like junior or senior year or something. i would get like 14 comments minimum per entry. those were the days. when people had nothing to do but read ljs.
but the reason i am updating is because i have some heartbreaking news. today my dad took my 2004 silver rav4 and sold it back to the dealer. i didn't know if he was gonna sell it for sure or not until he called me today and told me to clean it out. it was so last minute that it didn't hit me until i started cleaning shit out. i had to take out all my mixes. the beautiful mixes i made to keep me company on the road. now they are in my room and it seems so out of place. i had to take all my random shit like my sunglasses, keroppi wallet, and my usher cd that i bought in like junior high. the number 32 that wahoo's forgot to take from my table. my map of orange county, my housing information for usc. the blanket that i kept in the trunk just in case it got cold. it was a very emotional time for me. that car was my baby. i had so many good times with it. i ruled southern california with my rav. i remember hitting neema akhtar's parked car in front of jason's house. driving late night to the beach, taking the toll road to irvine, getting two speeding tickets on canyon rim, annoying the shit out of anaheim hills with my squeaky breaks. i felt like i gave up my first born child up for adoption. i was not ready to let it go. as long as i know it's in a good place, i think i'll be ok. i know everyone said it was such an asian car to have, but i don't give a fuck. i love that car. and i gave it pimp status. sigh. you will be missed.
so my new replacement is going to be a black 2006 highlander. which i think is pretty legit. it will never completely fill the gap that my rav4 has left me. but i am looking forward to good times to come.
but on to some better news. today i officially signed my apartment lease for next year. i'm going to live in this new apartment complex on figueroa called tuscany. and this place is gonna be fucking four star everything. let me just tell you some of the details so we can get this jealousy thing going.
dish network with 16 hbo and showtime channels
24 hour security, full service concierge
fitness center for residents only with plasma tvs on each machine
junior olympic size swimming pool with two spas
message therapy room for days when we have hangovers
roof top sundeck with patio and furniture
dry cleaning pick up and delivery
maid service
car washes available
two phone lines per bedroom
nine foot ceilings
huge ass balcony
wait, i'm not done. the first floor includes:
coffee bean & tea leaf
quizno's
coldstone's
robek's smoothies
and pick up stix for us hungry asians
so if that's not legit, i don't know what is. rent is gonna be insane, but it's alright cause my new stripping job will take care of it.
so anyways, i wanna go somewhere in mexico for spring break, but i feel like i don't deserve the money to pay for it. and plus i just spent bank on our first month's rent.
my birthday is coming up, and i have absolutely no plans. except for getting drunk. what i really want to do is rent out a club and invite 100 people to dance and drink. but realistically i will just end up eating a good dinner and sippin on some cheap vodka. there is no point in turning 19. it's only purpose is to prepare yourself for turning 21.
high school facebook is pretty much the dumbest thing ever. yes, i am a high school facebook hater. and you would be too if you were me. because i do in fact think it's stupid. freaking facebook.
i also made a new screen name: leslie con queso. don't ask, just use your imagination. i'll still be using vaya but i'll go on that one if i feel like it.
i have to go read until i get depressed. sigh sigh sigh
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new years is tight because it is the one day out of the year when the majority of the world is drunk. and i think that's awesome.
there are like 10 different parties in anaheim hills tonight, call me if you wanna go.
happy birthday kaveh. this is the only day of the year i'll be nice to you. cherish it. kobe loves you.
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so, i can't sleep. and you know what that means. time for a censored lj update. here are my main reflections for the night:
first off, i must tell the classic story of how i fainted at hidden last night. don't laugh, wait til i finish.
i've had this nasty cold for a couple days. i can't breathe through my nose and i spit mucus every 10 minutes. but i decided friday night that it'd be cool if i had one drink and did some hookah. a couple of us are at hidden and out of nowhere i feel physically sick in every way possible. within a 30 second time span my head started spinning, i felt like throwing up, my mouth was dry, and my stomach was turning. so i get up really fast to go to the bathroom to see if i can throw up. the second i'm on my legs, my knees start shaking. i looked down and realized i was losing all my balance and i couldn't do anything about it. the next second i remember being woken up by lauren shaking me and seeing the hookah dude staring at me thinking, "what the fuck is wrong with this bitch?" i remember feeling the cold tile floor in my face and i was completely out of it. lauren picks me up to take me to the bathroom and my legs give out again and i fainted for a second time in her arms. at this point lauren is freaking out, she wakes me up again, drags me to the bathroom and i end up puking. when i was sitting in the bathroom the one thing i wanted to do was fall asleep. i swear i had some mini concussion that triggered me to pass out. but luckily lauren slapped me a couple times and kept me alert. the nice guys at hidden gave me water and half eaten pita bread to snack on. finally kevin helped me walk outside and lauren drove me back to her house where she slept by me to wake me up every hour or so just to make sure i wasn't in a coma. we came to the conclusion that my fainting and barfing were a result of me being so sick in the first place, drinking and hookahing too fast, not eating anything all day, and poppin tylenol. big shoutout to lauren brooks for being a good girlfriend and taking care of me. that's what a true homie does. i know that's exactly how she wanted to spend her first hours of being 19, taking care of my sick asian ass.
since my brother and i have passed the childhood stage, my parents feel it is unnecessary to decorate the house, put up stockings, or even buy a tree. it makes me sad. i was always the one to force my parents to buy a tree and decorate it. now since i'm never home, i don't have the time to nag them. every year is the same anyways. my mom just guys me a whole bunch of clothes while my brother complains that he didn't get enough presents. i think the only reason we celebrated christmas at all was because of peer pressure from all you white people. same thing with thanksgiving. my family would be totally cool with getting dim sum or some shit next year. sigh.
i also want to take the time to send a message to all males out there, assuming the entire world reads my lj. i think you guys should realize that us females are very similar to you in many ways. we have the same talks you guys do about girls. for instance, we will pick your personalities and looks apart, just as brutally as you probably do with us. sometimes, we go out and party just to hook up with someone and nothing else. we don't want to start dating or anything, we just need some lovin. what i'm saying is, girls are just as horny as guys. and i will step up to any female that disagrees. why do you think we get drunk and go to clubs? not just to dance. so guys, don't feel like you're making a girl all attached if you kiss her, she probably doesn't give a shit. and on another note, some girls are looking to meet guys and actually hang out with them. it kinda sucks that guys and girls can't meet, and start hanging out casually as friends. it's always assumed that if one of them calls, it's like you're trying to make something happen. and that's not always the case. i for one, am the kind of person who has no problem hooking up and hanging out. you know, being friends. why can't girls hook up with their good looking guy friends? am i the only girl that feels this way? i understand that catching all these signals from girls is totally confusing and frusterating. we always want different things. that's why we're so "difficult." but just remember that some girls might want the exact same thing you do, and that's a good thing.
so me and lauren saw king kong today. it wasn't totally what i expected, but i didn't even know what to expect in the first place. peter jackson is a total nerd, but he can direct. it took a while for me to get into it. it started off so slow for me. i takes a lot to get me interested in these kind of movies i guess. jack black pulled through, even though i will always see him as lance from orange county. it took them forever to get off the island of disgusting creatures. i was getting kinda worried towards the end. but whatevs. they had to fight dinosaurs and huge scorpions, so i'll let it slide. but i want to say right now that if king kong and godzilla got in a fight, king kong would win for sure. he has more flexibility. all godzilla has is a big mouth and a long tale. king kong can pound his chest like a champ, can you do that godzilla? and no kevin, godzilla did not attack "my people", he went crazy in japan.
i also realized today that i just want to make movie trailers. i love watching the trailers almost more than the actual movie i paid for. why does almost every movie seem so tight in trailers? there's something about seeing an intense scene played in slow mo with the perfect background music. best trailer ever goes to garden state. i still haven't found a winner for worst trailer yet, but i'll get back to you. i think i'll either start making movie trailers or direct, produce and star in my future film "memoirs of a white washed asian."
wedding crashers comes out on dvd soon, i'm gonna be first in line and watch it all day.
i just wanna stop being sick so i can stop playing freaking games online all day. like batman, ninja games, and crimson room with emma. that game almost gave me nightmares.
ok i need to stop. stay classy/go fuck yourself. i mean, happy holidays.
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today is the last day of classes for the semester, and i am not going because i deserve to stay home and relax. i pulled two intense all nighters in a row and got a total of 6 hours of sleep in two full days. as a result, i almost fell asleep walking around campus yesterday.
things on my mind:
why am i not asleep right now?
alana has mono =(
all the girls finally got to see dane cook together. meghan got made fun of for her high voice by tony rock. he pointed at our titties chillin in the front row and said, "damn the titties are out tonight!"
thanksgiving weekend was so good. shoutout to everyone who mobbed zargar's and lauren's house. you are the people i love.
tomorrow is the big sc/la game. it'll be good. i might seriously stay home to watch snl by myself. i don't even care.
next two weeks: nonstop intense cardio work outs
i h8ed my classes this semester and i am so happy it's all over.
i wanna be rich. money does buy happiness.
i want to lay on my bed all day and cuddle with someone...preferrably someone with a penis. i don't know how to spell preferrablee.
why was fez at our rally last night?
i fuckin hate sweaty crazy kids at jimmy eat world shows. i am never wearing that big jacket in a crowd of 500 kids again.
fuck i just got hungry.
fuck being awake.
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i'm comin home tomorrow. freaking anaheim hills. i'm actually excited about this. i need a fucking break from classes and all nighters. i can't wait to drive around that dumb little city and get chipotle, go to hidden, in & out, del taco, etc. it's gonna be good to see everyone. reunions make me feel warm inside.
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anyways, i am updating right now to tell a story.
last night i stayed up til 7:00 am to finish a term paper. i was annoyed because all nighters are pure torture. the only thing that kept me going was knowing i could hang out with my babies in anaheim hills. so i decided to procrastinate and go on myspace. i check out dane cook's myspace and notice how all his comments are lame. it's always, "you're so funny", "i want to suck your dick", "meet me at the bk lounge"...whatever stuff like that. all people do is quote him and expect to get some sort of reaction out of him. since i just found out he will be hosting snl on december 3rd, i figured i would write him a meaningful message to congratulate him. i didn't want to make any jokes, i just wanted to sincerely tell him how awesome it is. snl is a huge deal for him and a well deserved opportunity. i am gonna host snl one day too, when they have "amateur asian night" in 2011. so this is what i sent him:
11/20/2005 9:30:00 PM
true story:
last night while i was watching snl, i said to my friend "dude, dane is gonna host snl. he has to, it would be so perfect. it's the perfect time and everything." i paused and said, "it's gonna be soon too, i can feel it." then 5 minutes later we see a preview of the next host: dane cook.
i THREW my book at the screen and jumped around screaming, "that's right bitch! fuck yeah! oh shit! etc"
i just wanna say, congratulations. you really earned this and we (all your wonderful fans) are very proud of you and can't wait to see you make magic on snl. do the damn thing, dane.
<3 leslie
so i left him that comment and worked on my paper for a little bit. after a while, i check myspace again and notice i have a new message. yeah, it's fuckin from dane cook. he never gets to answer comments anymore because he gets like 40,000 a day, but the fact that he responded to mine means i am god. i actually had an effect on his life for about 30 seconds, and that's all i need. i just wanted him to read it and i never ever actually expected him to reply.
this is what he wrote: ( dane's message )
i also got messages from will ferrel, kobe bryant, and adam brody. i'm chillin!
see you fuckers on santa ana canyon.
p.s. i think kelly clarkson should do a cover of "against all odds" by phil collins and coldplay should cover u2's "with or without you". if either one of these actually happen, contact me and i will get half the profit.
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november 16th 2005 makes my list for best nights of my life.
i finally rounded up all the best girls i knew, got us tickets to dane cook at the laugh factory in hollywood and made magic happen.
here are the highlights:
our vip tickets earned me front row, and dane was two inches from my body at all times.
he made direct eye contact with me when he told his joke about how girls always stay in shitty relationships.
we saw bob saget in the vip room, made full house eye contact with him.
tommy lee was sitting in the front to our left. he smiled at me twice, and was one some kind of drugs. he's a good guy.
ashley olsen came with her boyfriend and was watching up from the balcony, bob saget went and sat by her after his set was over.
dane owned everyone in the laugh factory. i think he literally kept everyone laughing for an hour straight. he's the man.
we all met him after the show, he was nice enough to put up with annoying white girls (including me) and took a lot of pics.
look at them and be jealous
( taste the rainbow. )
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[13 Nov 2005|10:15pm] |
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things i want to invent that will make me rich:
1) healthy crack. i want to invent a type of crack cocaine which has the same effects on its users, but instead these effects are incredible healthy. like, it's stuff a doctor would recommend. healthy crack is in the form of soft powder and is mixed with milk in order to make milk shakes, or in some cases, smoothies. there will be the standard chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry flavors as well as some fun smoothie flavors. healthy crack would help you lose weight by naturally decreasing your appetite. it would help you stay awake in a more healthy, natural way, like coffee would. and it is not bad for you at all. healthy crack would make me rich, but i don't have time to invent it because i have too much homework.
2) instant transportation: this is the best one. the reason this idea makes me sad is because it can't actually be invented. it's more like a magic power. and i don't have time to become a magician because i am too busy studying to be a ninja. anyways, it's a way of teleporting through space and getting to your desired destination in 5 seconds max. so if i wanted to go to chipotle right now, i wouldn't get in my car and drive, i would close my eyes, say where i want to go, snap, and i would be there. that's all i want. instant transportation. you all want it too. but it's really expensive so i don't think any of you can afford it.
so this weekend was our weekender up at berkeley. i went with emma, natasha, allison, and karli (the coolest tri delts i know). and i have to say, people in san fran are assholes and i didn't meet one nice person there. (besides natasha's family and her dogs auto and lester) i can't possibly speak for the entire city of san francisco because i'm just talking about my short experience. the only people we encountered were dumb drunk assholes. i wanted to talk shit to them, but i don't have the physical ability to beat them up if they try to fight me. i'm a weak asian. the only thing i like about san fran is the architecture. the buildings are amazing, and i am jealous of the people that live in those houses, but i most likely never end up living in that city. i'm mean to people i know, not to strangers.
and as for berkeley, that place makes me mad. i like all the people i know who already go there, but that's about it. why is your stadium on a big dumb hill? don't make me climb up a mountain only to walk up another 5 flights of stairs. i hate you. and stop sucking so bad. don't talk shit unless you score a touchdown in the first three quarters. and don't ever spell stuff with big stupid colored papers. oh yeah, your band makes me sad. and i hate their frat row. it's like in the middle of three mountains. i don't like that. sc has a nice clean straight road with all the houses right next door. with a nice del taco at the end. that's how i like it.
i only had fun with the girls i went there with and that's about it. and i have never missed sc so much. i just wanna walk across jefferon and pass tommy trojan everyday for the next four years of my life. i missed century, my roommates, and parkside. i like walking on flat land to my classes. i like that our stadium is big and has separate seats. i love southern california. forever. forever 21.
from this weekend i will say nor cal is hella dumb, but i could change my mind.
p.s. what made my weekend was the moment when me and emma saw pete carroll walking into the sc locker room right before the game started. so tight.
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it's like 2:44 and i have to read like 4 books. but whatever, i need to update this thing. i'm probably not tired because i drank a monster earlier tonight, which tastes like shit by the way.
i just finished my paper on the movie "crash" and it was the first time i ever finished a paper before 2:00 am.
before i get to my creative lj post, i just wanna say that i love halloween. halloween is the tightest holiday ever because all the true sluts come out of every teenage girl across america. all the girls that make fun of other girls for being "sluts" get all excited and run out to the nearest slutty store to buy a slutty costume. i'm not saying that i'm not one of these girls, but i just love the fact that you are all sluts!!!!
things that are bad in my life right now:
me and all my roommates are sick.
i never have time to go to the gym.
i'm not gonna get any sleep this week.
i am always behind on reading/homework.
i can't update my ipod on this laptop.
microsoft has banned leslie liao.
i have to take the freeway to get to chipotle.
i need to start scheduling classes for next semester. (this is good and bad)
things that are good in my life right now:
kevin is taking me to the laker game tomorrow.
i get to go home for thanksgiving and i'm making my mom buy me stuff.
my bed is the most comforatable out of all my roommates.
i got to see meghies on thursday!!!
we're getting chipotle tomorrow and having a disney movie marathon.
i might see dane cook later this month.
all my friends have big boobs.
i'm hungry and i already brushed my teeth. add that to my "bad" list.
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that last game was not good for my health. i broke our balcony screen door and ripped branches off the tree. i blacked out and started screaming, "oh jesus."
reggie bush would make a wonderful husband. i wanna be his lover and his friend.
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umm i am eating lauren gauers schips. they are sooo gooood.l um um um. they are gooo sogooooos. i wsant ho ook up with this guyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy/. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ok wanyways, i am too drunk to typoe. i
need to go to bed, but i dot want ot. i am waking up at 9999 1 100000 am !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i am eating yummmy chipos they are soo good. i hate my life i wat to be on the row for all time!!!!!!!!!!! i am on facebook yoi ehou fdadd me iw at passs out. this is my drunk poist ok byyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. ok i am tight. i am soooo legit. fcuk tou LL BITDCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
uh oh lauren gare said i am updatojg my ;lifgejournal she said i am updating my live journasl.....
jhahahahahaha. i love her chipppppppppppsssssssss. yum yum huym detriostoitotitt. ytuyayayaayyaya ok byeee!!!!!!
<3 leslie liao
ppph jeeeeeeeeeeeeez....
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arizona was tight. you know why? because i barfed in the middle of the asu parking lot right before the game. while asu fans were saying that usc can't hold their alcohol, i gave them all the fight on sign while i finished blowing chunks.
it was also tight because we ended up beating the sundevils. reggie bush will jizz on all of arizona.
we played a game called what celebrities would you hook up with. i thought of dane cook, brandon boyd, adam brody, eric from the little mermaid, and tyson beckford.
lauren chose hugh grant, seal, aladdin, tom hanks and sting.
i ate ice cream, in & out, and chipotle all in one day.
i like road trips cause i get to chill in the backseat and annoy people for hours straight. with air conditioning.
fuck jaeger bombs.
this was right after i puked.
hahaha.
yesss.
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yeeeah boyl who is going to asu tomrorowoww? meee. and laana and lauren and klauren, it song gonna be soo tight. holy shit. alana just makde me mad mac and cheese itr was sooo good. i need to pass out, but guess what. newe weeeennneed to pacjhz@!!!!!
pack!!!!!!!!!!!!!
fucking shit, i just wanna go to beed. i don't wqant to do shit. i wqant to sleep andbe able to wake up and do whatever i want. i am going to be slepong the whole car rid ethere. dude. if oyu are readng this you are amazing. for sistting whtere and rerading my drunk poisstrs.
whg is is that i can;t stopy thwn i;m durnk, drunk??? it's so weird. i a closing kmy eyes right now. see i speled stuff right, ny stummy is furfuull. ,,,,,/,mmmmm.
ok i will see you guys ehen i get back from asuy., fuclk the sunselvils. the trojans withhhh wkkk beat htem akk!! hiky shit. we are oso good. mmm mac and cheese. yeah ok kwhatever byywywyy!
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i got one and a half hour(s) of sleep this morning. it's like 100 degrees outside. my last three posts were done when i was drunk. it's kind of embarrasing. but fuck it, it's funny and i'll probably do one again tonight.
me, lauren b and g, and alana are heading to ASU for the football game. it's gonna be tight. go trojans! look i spelled it right.
this week has been so incredibly shitty. thanks to people that cheered me up. you know who you are.
and thanks to my roommates who freaking walked in desert heat all the way to del taco to buy me three tacos and shakes. seriously amazing.
now here are some random pics.
wait wait. look at this cute little puppy!!! he is holding my hands because he loves me!!! he lives at the beverly center and his name is huggie poopies.
( my eyes are stinging. )
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holy shit. ok first ofalll. my computer is fuuuclked up. i jus tprexxes tpp buttons and it tunrrrrfned biggg! big. SDUUUUDE. this is fucking bullshit, i spelled fucking eitgt. tigjht./ roght. aaaaah. fuck this. usc foootball fuckong wodn all of ou. ownd all of your livs gooodd. ok???? jeez. i need to go tbed this is riduluois. i saw matt leihhart on campous. campus. idd you> nope. cause you all suck. i need to go bted. but ia mupdating this blulllshit. lj.
i hate my computer. i spressed random pbutting and ebgythning eferyting turned BIG., usssgggghhh. forever 21. forbver
yeah j whatever FAGGGGS ySC TROHABS tirjans troijands ugh torjabs my fingers turn biug hahahhaha
mike joooones
baddddd
goondight
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laure borks5ezytryht us my best firnes. he is myt bes tfiren i love lauren brooks osoo muhc, i am so druuuuunk. dide. dide. dude. i am so driunk. ;lauren is going to take mt to a partry to get drunk. alana peales. i love you alaj is pissing me oofoff. necaue she is sleeoing.somewrtr. jalana. hahahahahahahhahahaahahahaha dude, u a soi drykn, this is not dage. safe. pc. dude. whay is this pahahinjoeg, tded iu aj jac bye.
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