this is basically pointless because NO ONE reads this, but i mean wouldn't that actually be the point because this is a journal?
whatever. anyways.
okay so that fact that i lost so much weight is not so fun anymore. i'm constantly thinking about my weight and looking in the mirror, i lost 50 pounds. rightnow i'm like 140-something, a completely fine weight but still im just always paranoid about it. the more i'm writing this i'm hating it because it sounds really bad. i dont have an eat disorder OBVIOUSLY but its just like im never comfortable?.. i cant explain it
FUCK IT I LOOK GREAT=D.
ive been having so much fun lately. me and alex have been going to the club and one of the nites (mirabar) and i got completely trashed, TRASHED like maybe almost as good as halloween, which was also spent at mirabar LOL. i danced to mariah and britney all nite with her as she swated away all the black men trying to get in her pants! we were in the womens bathroom, which is a fine place for me to be, NOTTT so fine for the drunk straight black man in one of the stalls who was trying to convince alex to have sex with him and told us that he would show us his dick to convince her that she needed to be with him i said GO FOR IT but alex declined but it lasted alllll nite with every black guy in there.
i made out with two fucking hotties butttttt FUCK THEM because i like someone so much
im seeing this kid chaz
he goes to jwu
hes fucking amazing, hot, hilarious, everything. hes so nice to me and literally makes me cry laughing every other minute. some things are getting a little bit complicated with it because hes not all the way out of the closet. hes out to a fair amount of his good friends and ive met a few of them, but as far as family and everyone else he just doesnt have that comfort level yet which i understand and i dont really care either way actually, i just care about him, a looootttt. i'm not trying to get corny here yah know im jusssssss saaaayinn. i have hickies all over the place from him and a cut on my lip. he talks to me about everything, and i'm the only one to hears it all, i feel more with him. at least more than anyone else has ever gotten out of me but it makes me worried at the same time even though im insanley happy.
heres some pictures who no one is going to look at? but whatever maybe i have some stalkers.
oh ps. piper is great:)
IN ALL MY GLORYYYYY. i just want to be a power ranger forever, nothing more. 
one more pose. LOOK AT MY COOLASS BELT!!!
fucking amanda is hilarious. so is the weird man in the salor moon costume behind us. 
i had the job of directing us to my sisters house for a party after we left the club, too bad i was shit face and made us walk in the rain the wrong way for like 5 miles. this is me in my though process of "where the FUCK am i?"
im the head of the asian mob. 
...what else is there to do when your in the asian mob besides DANCE?
thats all for now.
