Bras are deceiving.

Today I was at the mall with Dad and Brian. Having some difficulties with my (own) phone, I left it in the car and had received a call instead from my brother's phone. It was my mom, of course, asking about... bra sizes. The usual. She didn't exactly know that I was in the mall at the time, so she proceeded to ask me persistently to check my size. I seriously had no idea, to be honest. She always shopped for me so I didn't have to do it myself.

And usually, she got the sizes right.

So this was a first. But the fact that she had been asking me over and over to check my size kind of nerved me. I didn't want to have to run all the way to the bathroom on the other side of the mall to check when we were already close to the exit nearest our car, and leaving. I stuttered a lot and earned an annoyed tone from her.

That pressed on for a good two minutes and I gave in to checking.

But "no sirree!" did I run all the way to the bathroom. I instead decided that I would be checking in public,
in a store with very little people, and lots of cover to do the "procedure" safely. You know, without all the embarrassment. I unclasped the thing and went about pulling my arm out from the right side under my jacket. I pulled it out promptly to find it had no size printed on it. So I figured it might've been on the other side.
I pulled my other side and tried checking the size, not even thinking to put my right arm in to hold the bra up, and again I came to with no avail finding the size my mom had requested. This kind of pissed the both of us off. But only moments before I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

People were coming.

As you can imagine, I panicked. Running around without support made it difficult especially in the face of public.I turned red, and I never do that...
I realized then the silken tag was still on the strap under my jacket. I could have so easily just checked that from my shoulder in the first place!. I felt defeated; even more so at he lie it said that made me feel flattered at first. Worse after a moment checking back into reality: 34D

I'm a 36C.Oh this world is cruel.

The scientist.

*Taken years ago. We've been friends since forever ago.

T: I've got something important to ask you, Em.

E: Yes dear?

T: If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea... does that mean the fifth one enjoys it?

E: Hmm...That is a very important and thought provoking question...
Well. Speaking from past experience, I would say that fifth person does, in fact, like to poop. That or the fifth person doesn't have diarreah...

T: O__e
PAST EXPERIENCE?

E: Lol. xD
I kid! I kid...

T: So.
Say I freeze meat in January. The package has an expiration date of February. When I thaw it in June, why doesn't it remember immediately that it should have gone bad four months ago?
So many questions...! O__O;;

E: Well... Why are you asking such questions?

T: I'm bored?

E: Meat, like most kids, dont like to be told what to do. On a recent study, if you help the meat live past its expiration date (like kids past their bedtime) then it will taste almost as enchanting as the meat that comes from unicorn thighs.
...or so I've heard...

Ahh. Years later and Emily provides me with such stimulating conversation.

Images! D:

Today I logged onto the internet, found myself going onto blogthings again...
Here's a result from a quiz that I took. It's pretty easy to see what it was about by reading it:

You Have an Extremely Active Imagination
Your mind is vivid, lively, and colorful. There is a lot going on in your head.
You have the ability to make pictures and movies in your mind. You are extremely visual.

Your creativity knows no bounds. You don't put restrictions or limits on your thoughts.
You have a gift that other people wish they had. So exercise that imagination as much as you want!

With this in mind I was sent into a panic. Though I shouldn't have been worrying, I felt like something very wrong was happening at the time. Something terribly wrong. Something that involves… someone very important. Perhaps off to do something most should never mention in the public place.

Fuck.

Screw you, over-active imagination.

You’re killing me.

Today went well.

Running about the town often with a lovely family, only to be lost later between the hours 4pm to 6pm leads a person like me to run into very interesting people from time to time. This week’s winner is the random man I will call “Random Hair Guy”. I base him not on his looks, but rather this short instance in which I met him (mainly because he… was bald):

RHG: “Hi.”

T: “…?”

RHG: “Can I cut your hair?”

T: “Sure.”





New friendships, fun starts.
I got a free hair-cut. It looks nice. :]

A relic of the past. (1/18/2009)

Thinking of this blog made me realize that I have, for a long time, been neglecting my old one. I'm never going to bother with it anyway but somehow guilt has overtaken me and I feel the need to apologize for it. Seems stupid, but I guess that's just the way I am. :p
Old post? Sure. I need more like these, perhaps, in the future:

These last couple of weeks have been nothing but AMAZING! While they had their bads... I still loved it.

I made some friends, learned some recipies, learned a few useful fighting skills of Capoeira, was given another chance to be happy... about cerial, baked a cake, ate it, took a picture, deleted a picture, made a video, laughed at a video, got MAD at a video, thought a Zebra would make a perfect pet, considered BUYING a zebra, have some new favorite songs, decided that rainbow zebras have great gums and dance moves, danced around in the front of the lawn of some old cranky man in the middle of the night with the stereo turned on at


FULL BLAST

while screaming the Spaghetti-meatball song, taught a cat how to watch TV and eat a cheeto ON COMMAND, swalllowed a lollipop, got married to a lollipop, had children with it, lived a happy life, and died.

Haha.

Those last ones were FAKE!!! D:<

Anyways...

I wrote a story, stole a story (but never showed anyone), killed a bug, created a civil war with a bug, licked a bu- No way. I had people over for dinner, watched a movie, rented a movie, bought a movie, sold a movie, borrowed a movie-Never returned it yet- I drew a picture, studied a picture, screamed at a picture, accused a young child of being an alien, took a quiz on an alien, had ET show me how he did that shiny-finger thing, figured out he wasn't real, killed the producer (if he wasn't dead already) who made ET, made love to a rock, JUST KIDDING ABOUT THE ROCK, played with a knife, got cut by a knife, got poked by a scythe, played cards with an elderly woman (she beat me), played chess, lost once, won three times, but then figured out I couldn't play chess. Go figure.

Sometimes I wished I was a cat, but then I wanted to be a bat. I realized being a bat wouldn't be smart since reading the book Darkwing, decided to GROW dark wings, totally failed that... Kicked a person, got kicked by a person, screamed at them , they screamed back, made up with them. We became friends. (OH yes.)

Gained a hero, lost a hero, gained a few more. Same thing with friends. Told a secret (THAT WAS MINE), heared a secret, heard things that were shocking that I wasn't sure were secrets. I missed my shows, stopped watching them. Got fat, stayed fat, still fat, that makes me sad... ;_;

But nonetheless I'm listening to a pretty song. (If I missed anything, I'll add it all... LATER.)

Ciao to all you out there! A little randomness from Oni, Tisha, CatApple, Momiji, and the Sugary Speed-Demon herself!



You know you love me.