tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303387418050742942011-08-01T17:22:34.848-05:00aesthetenoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630338741805074294.post-70648505302194554122009-09-03T08:28:00.003-05:002009-09-03T08:32:09.947-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLX9zmlVi7Q/Sp_FQPTssRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ogIGuugkGG8/s1600-h/00090m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLX9zmlVi7Q/Sp_FQPTssRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ogIGuugkGG8/s400/00090m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377233362881392914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLX9zmlVi7Q/Sp_EmjAu6cI/AAAAAAAAABI/uBBaemlfu20/s1600-h/00010m-2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLX9zmlVi7Q/Sp_EmjAu6cI/AAAAAAAAABI/uBBaemlfu20/s400/00010m-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377232646616050114" /></a><br />tfs<br /><br />Inspiration for halloween. It's weird, I always look toward the future and forget about the present.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630338741805074294-7064850530219455412?l=lies-and-events.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>aesthetenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630338741805074294.post-75394080060221310362009-08-23T13:57:00.000-05:002009-08-23T14:14:12.912-05:00I went to Vietnamese church today and proceeded to die a bit more inside. The priest was horrible. I had no idea what he was saying. I'm not super fluent in Viet but I can hold my own. It was basically like this for two hours:<br /><br />Priest: Con la lkfhoiewhfiwehrffnsdjfhas cho cha va lkdsfjoiwehrf8w0err328r4orfhflkdkfjdnf cua nha jfljw0e98ru53028hrewnfdo v03r UP9P<br /><br />Me: ?????<br />Mom: ????<br />Everyone else: ZZZzzzz<br /><br />I got to see all the awesome family members that I've attempted to cut out of my life. I hate having conversations with them. Then there was this woman who tried to cut into my conversation with my cousin whom I haven't seen since she ran away from home. <br /><br />Woman: What are you majoring in?<br />Me: Biochem<br />Woman: So you want to be a doctor?<br />Me: yes<br />Woman: hmm, it's very hard. My son wanted to go to medical school but did you know that they had to cut open a cadaver so he said no thank you and went to pharmacy school? You know Pharmacy school is a lot better. It's ok for you to be a pharmacist. It's easier for you.<br /><br />If I wanted to be a pharmacist I would be one. Kthx. <br /><br />Soooo, My cousin came home from a long leave of absence. I don't even know what to say. She's kinda the black sheep of the family.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630338741805074294-7539408006022131036?l=lies-and-events.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>aesthetenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630338741805074294.post-56242054362301844322009-08-03T09:23:00.000-05:002009-08-03T14:46:04.871-05:00Yesterday I suddenly had the strongest urge to go blond. I really shouldn't stay up all night and try to function, because what happens is that I shop online and decide to order a bunch or decide what to do to my hair. What was the reasoning yesterday? I needed new clothes for vacation, except I'm leaving in about three days. Hopefully, I'll get some things by then. Probably not.<br /><br />I'll probably end up getting a wig and call it a day.<br /><br />1. Here's one of the reasons why I want to be blond.<br /><img src="http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv239/kikkogrr/Blog%20pictures/Daul1copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Daul"><br /><br />Ok, ok. So you can't really see her hair.<br /><br />2. <img src="http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv239/kikkogrr/Blog%20pictures/daul2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br /><br /><a href="http://iliketoforkmyself.blogspot.com/">I Like To Fork Myself</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630338741805074294-5624205436230184432?l=lies-and-events.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>aesthetenoreply@blogger.com0