Should have been dead on a Sunday morning

It’s hot and I’m not happy.

I went to watch Johnny English with my mom and sister this afternoon. I find it very amusing how I always seem to think alike with the people I’m with.

Saw a girl wearing a skimpy tank top, those jeans that fade in the middle, and a matching belt and beret.

me: That girl looks like she’s gonna go clubbing
my sister: *laughs* Yeah, I was thinking that too!

In front of us were two girls in short shorts and tank tops, and two guys in shorts, t-shirts and sandals. The four of them were carrying these huge backpacks.

me: They’re dressed like they’re going to the beach.
my sister: I know.
me: The guys are even wearing sandals!
my sister: Hehehe, I was looking at their sandals too! They even have water bottles with them. Wow. Maybe they’re gonna go hiking after this.
me: Maybe they thought walking around the mall would tire them and they brought provisions just in case.

Before the movie started, they played a trailer for the sequel of The Fast and the Furious.

me: What’s up with those racecar movies? I just don’t get them.
my sister: Yeah. Me neither. They’re so dumb.
Pause.
my sister: Oh my gosh. Isn’t that Devon Aoki?
me and my sister: I wanna watch this movie!

When we got home, Lady (the cat) was on my bed.

me: There’s a flea-ridden cat on my bed!
my sister: Hey, I was just gonna say that too! Flea-ridden.

Freakish. I must be psychic or a really good mind-reader or something.

On a happier note, I bought Nikes today. I like Nike but I have never bought a single pair of Nike sneakers in my life. I’ve got these ACG sandals though, that are four years old.

I only noticed now how there are so many jologs who hang out in groups at U. Not to be snobby or anything; I mean I know people have a right to hang out wherever they want. But it just kind of unnerves me whenever I have to walk past them. I feel as though they’re all imagining what I look like naked or something. Ugh. There goes my paranoia again but hey, it’s not my fault that I think men can be total pigs. Except maybe for Jason, Chris and Stephen.

When I was younger I used to get hospitalized a lot for asthma attacks. As I grew up those asthma attack grew less and less frequent until finally, I stopped having them completely. Now I think I have asthma in another form. And in the worst form too–skin asthma. For some reason I keep getting these bites on my feet. And even though I don’t scratch them the bites leave disgusting marks on my skin anyway. Now I totally refuse to wear strappy sandals during the daytime–that’s how bad my feet look. I would rather get hospitalized a million times than have diseased-looking feet. But hey, things happen for a reason.

Maybe this is my bad karma. I’ve been kind of mean lately. But hey, I’m only human. I can’t be all nice-nice to people who irritate me all the time.