Come on baby, do the locomotion..
My house mates ate Veal yesterday. :(. I usually scoop up some sauce to taste but I didn't even touch the plate. Double :(.
Audrey freaked me out by telling me gory stories about Chinese delicacies. Like how in order to obtain fresh duck feet, the chef makes the ducks walk on a hot slab of stone (or whatever) and cut off their feet once it looks cooked. Alive. Oh and how you eat monkey brains from monkeys buried in the sand. Alive. The rest of us twisted our faces into agony and screeched 'That's Cruel!'.
Zek says I'm more prone to being cranky this year. Man. I hope that isn't true. I really really don't want to be known as Miss CrankyPants (except by my besties who have ingrained this perception in their minds for almost the past 10 years).
But I do wonder why actually. Why I sometimes feel sad. And so tired. Why I collect all the sorrow and stress and douse it on myself so that I have a reason to be dark and moody. Its not that I've had something so traumatic plague my life. I just don't feel happy.
Nah, actually, I do have happy moments. I guess I just forget them easily and let my stress and frustrations override those blissful moments. Because seriously, like how it's easy to watch me being snappy, it's also VERY easy to please me. Just give me good company and food (especially sweet treats) and I'll be beaming and laughing at the smallest things.
Yea like before watching Indy, I had ice cream at Cold Rock (Mint chocolate with oreo and cookie dough!!!squeee!) and Nanda looked at me and said, 'Why are you so happy? Habisla, high already'. Hehehehe.
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