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| I'm so cynical. and sometimes, I feel like I'm always looking too deep. and I end up mellow and sad or ticked off at people because they're not thinking where I am. and we don't connect. and it sucks.
on a happier note:
JAR went to austin. aaaand it was quite awesome. JAR is awesome =) I miss us. and then I came home and really really wanted to be in college already ._. I have really really really bad memory.. but I remember that it was fun. and I remember singing and dancing in the car. and Joanna having to do an illegal turn and screaming and laughing at it bc we were too busy dancing. and Waiaka's friend making fun of him for talking to 3 girls. and Amy or Joanna always repeating something I said with a 5 second delay. bahahhaa <3. and the awesome coffee shop. that was playing a Sufjan Stevens cd. that I looooveeeee. yeeeeah.
JAR♥. | | |
| IT SNOWED. TODAY.
This requires documentation. in my xanga. of course.
Last time it snowed in Houston was 2005? Christmas Eve. I REMEMBERO.
My dad is coming home tomorrow :D
I'm exhausted from life.
This morning, I put both of my contacts in the same eye.
and I got breadcrumbs in my eye.
It was pretty awesome.
My brain needs sleep.
SLEEP NO MORE. MACBETH DOES MURDER SLEEP.
GLAMIS HATH MURDERED SLEEP. THEREFORE, CAWDOR SHALL SLEEP NO MORE. MACBETH SHALL SLEEP NO MORE.
sry, I had to memorize that scene. yay resuming studying.
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| it has koreans on it. *COUGHWIAKAIAAKACOUGH* | | |
| okay I have to write a hurricane post, right? I NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE SO HAPPY WITH DIAL-UP SPEED INTERNET OH MY GOODNESS. no joke. yes. we have power, but our modem fried itself.
hm. so the eye went smack through humble. THX IKE. I only slept when the eye was over us.. I wish I went outside to look at the sky, but I kinda fell asleep =( My street didn't get it that bad.. only fallen fences, branches, parts of trees, windows, blahblah. BUT ELSEWHERE, trees in houses =( JEEZ THOSE WERE SCARY.
look, I'm so happy with this internet that I'm capslocking everything.
it took me 10 minutes to upload this AHAHAHHAHA.
yes, the Tse's have a van. A VAN. NOWAI.
and that would be the pieces of the backboard of the basketball goal down there that broke the window
I have been so productive the past week. IT IS AMAZING. like one day, Angela and I went on a field trip to see who was alive/see damage, walmart, target, shopping carting, gas station (and found mother zitro), Julie's, Michael's, playground y SWINGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, HEB, shopping carting again, more target, my house, etc I forgot. that was a very bad sentence. buuuuuut I like walking everywhere now :D. when it's not intensely hot. OH you know the greatest thing? I didn't take any allergy medicine, and I DIDN'T DIE FROM BEING OUTSIDE. so amazing T-t
I have also realized some things. without internet, what I do is very similar, with or without power. let's see.. I sat around, play piano, talked on phone, started painting a tshirt, some more piano, eat, talk on phone, etc. well, with power, the fridge didn't die, i got to eat dinner with a not flashlight, shower with a not flashlight, and be able to turn the fan on. oh, and play FREEEECELLLLLL/solitaire/hearts while bigbanging and screaming at angela :D
dancing away into internet land now~
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| Just last week, we talked about calling everyone up and having a reunion. Yesterday, I looked at the many pictures on my wall and noticed that Schawnell was one of two non-Asians on my wall. This morning, I finally turned my calendar to July and thought, "aw, Schawn's finally 17 now." And now, gone? 17 is too young.
I remember random moments and the dorky, silly, and stupid things he always did. We had so many good memories. just a few.. so I'll always remember.
Like how he flipped me out of my desk in advisory one day. for a marker or something
we talked about the most random, weirdest things
and passed so many notes and wrote our own stories during Solether's stories
and how we always played hold 'em instead of doing our work
and he called himself EL CAPITAN. or cap-e-ton as he spelled it
and how I was his fav asian and he was my fav black guy
and he was black and a guy and he actually SMILED in his yearbook pictures
and how I spent an hour trying to find his trailer on his birthday, and I thought he was the mexican guy running past the pool
and that racist pen of his that hated people named Rosanna
and orchestra.
and we'd always play that stupid game where you fold the paper in half and try to bomb the other side...... Pencil required. and we'd always yell about whether we had actually hit each other or not.
and how we were like men that went shopping with their wives
and how he got asianfied
and our constant jokes about the powers of the Great Gruggles!!!
and how I actually got in trouble in class the first week we met because we just wouldn't shut up
and how we made fun of each other's middle names for forever
He wasn't afraid to voice his opinion and battle it out. He didn't come from the greatest background, but he still wanted to do so much with his life. He was so bright and had so much talent. He would speak, and people would listen. There was never a dull moment with Schawnell WAYNE Hatchett jr. around. So, my homie g corndog, I'll see you again someday.
Rest in peace.
July 6, 1991 - July 23, 2008
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