Wow, I'm so not ready for school to start tomorrow.

Farewell, Summer 2005. We've had one hell of a time.

After 19 hours of moving and unpacking, I am finally all moved into my new apartment.

Jesus, I better not be moving again for the next two years.

I am so sore. I've had my work out for the rest of the year.

I've realized that I own more shoes than anyone in their right mind could possibly ever need.

I have approximately 100 pictures up on the walls of my room.

I took the best shower of 2005 at 4:45am. AMAZING.

Let's see how long I can go with stealing someone else's wireless internet.

Phuong's coming back today! Come visit us. You know you want to. :D

I'm staying at my brother's for the next few days seeing how my apartment is kind of lonely and smells like dirty animals.

I'm wide awake right now after taking a 2 hour nap this afternoon after work. I don't know how I was able to go through work this morning after my little rendenzvous with the goddamn cockroach that kept me up until 5:30am.

Anyway, now that I've been back in Austin for a full week, I find it only appropriate to talk about the fabulous three weeks I spent back at home in Nashville. Of course, I do this for my sake, so I can always look back and remember just how much fun I've had this summer.

I hung out with people whom I never thought I'd see again after we graduated two years ago. And I definitely wish I had known them better in high school since I had so much fun with them over the course of 3 weeks.

I went kayaking for the first time with Joe, Ben, and Seth. And I was the only one who flipped over. Yeah, cool, guys, real cool.

Chris's birthday party was awesome. The 45 minute drive out to Murfreesboro was definitely worth it when I got to surprise Chris and Shiwon. Actually no, it was worth going just to see a drunk Brett passed out in the bathtub.

Using Tom's status as the assistant manager for Regal Cinemas proved to be efficent seeing how he got me into movies for free. Woo!

One of the things I miss most about Nashville is the coffee shops. Nothing quite compares. Fido, Bongo, and Coco's - you all have been my 2nd homes. And I think I'd almost prefer card games with coffee now, over card games with alcohol. Ah yes, I shall never forget our many rounds of Rummy, the slappy game, Spades, ERS, Shithead, 10:30, Speed, Go Fish, and Hearts.

"Party at Janine's!" Haha, Ben - I love you, even though you fail at hooking up with girls. Or one girl in particular. Sigh. You disappoint me. But thanks for letting us party it up at... NOT YOUR HOUSE.

The Korean finger slapping game - oh my fucking God. Why do I always insist on playing this game when I'm under the influence? Why do I do it when I know I'm going to get owned severly? Hrm. Well, thanks Schmoopie, for playing with me and popping the blood vessels in my arms.

I've never driven a car until it was completely out of gas before. Now I can say I have. Right when I pulled into the garage, the car shut down. Man, I'm awesome. But hey, in my defense, it was a huge SUV that ate up the $20 bucks I put into it within 2 days, and I was broke. But yeah, thank you so much Benjamin for bringing me gas - you're a lifesaver.

I haven't been to Dancin' in the District since they started charging for the tickets (what is that nonsense anyway?), but I'm so glad I got a chance to go see John Legend. He was amazing. And sexy, to boot.

I didn't think people would be as into late-night swimming as I, but boy was I wrong. And believe you me, swimming sober is almost as fun as swimming drunk. Good times.

I finally got to see Emily's brother's band play. They're really good. Man, I've missed live music... which is funny seeing how I'm in the "live music capital". Damnit, let's go to some concerts this year.

And how can I leave out our beloved Ken's Karaoke? The 4 nights I've spent there, I got shmammered and did things like: sing karaoke, turn up the volume in my car and dance in the parking lot, rack up a $56 bar tab, drink the grossest drink, ever - Sparks, told a guy I had a crush on him in high school, drink Coors (ew), play "Penis or Vagina" and losing miserably, and of course, telling people I loved them.

To my dearest Tom, Chris, Brian, the Stephens, Mollsey, Dave, JB, Sam, Andrew, Ethan, Shiwon, David, Ben, Joe, Seth, and of course, my favorite Lindsey and Emily (Emma - you suck) - thanks for making the three weeks I spent in Nashvile amazing, and making me almost drop out of UT Austin so I can move back home. Fuckers.

I think the reason why I love being at home so much is because all the memories and fun I've had there have been innocent - from middle school with Sivan and Lauren, to high school with the girls, I know that it was all genuine. None of it was tainted with drugs, sex, or alcohol. Sure, my friends and I like to go out and drink together now, but we can have just as much fun play cards at Bongo Java for 3 hours straight. I feel like I can't really do that in Austin, since everything's so centered around drinking and the party scene. Which is great, mind you, but every now and then, I'd like to just go to a coffee shop/park/playground/swimming pool and talk for hours instead.



Christmas break, guys?

My fun night consisted of me spending two hours contemplating what the hell to do with the huge motherfucker of a cockroach that decided to declare its presence in my room. And another 30 minutes was spent looking at the little shit making itself comfortable ON MY PILLOW, until I finally mustered up the couraged to carry my pillow to the patio to shake the roach off.

Most of you know, I despise bugs. So much that I can't even bear to kill them. Ironic, I know. I can't even kill a fly, much less a two-inch, flying, lazer-shooting, cockroach. Watching the little shithead make itself at home all night was quite excruciating.

And of course, my cat is completely uselss. When the roach was on my pillow, he sniffed at it, turn around and laid back down. What a dump.

Fuck. I wasted 3 hours of precious sleeping time because of a stupid cockroach. Where are my guy friends when I need them?

And why is it that all 5 of the people who I told about the cockroach told me to "Eat it!" Is there something about me that just screams "I eat giant bugs"?

shiiiiiii wooon: how big is it?
shiiiiiii wooon: like..the size of a fist?
SooshiMooshi: the size of my... HEAD.
shiiiiiii wooon: ..wow...and your head is pretty big
SooshiMooshi: yeah i know
shiiiiiii wooon: so that would make it HUGE

I hope tomorrow proves to be a little better.

Today has been a real shit day.

Contrary to popular belief, having your car stall out in the middle of a busy intersection is really not as much fun as one would make it out to be.

The only thing that made this experience better was my mom yelling at me on the phone as if my car breaking down was all my fault. Because you know, I've always wanted my car battery to die in the middle of a street so I can hold up traffic for over 30 minutes in 102 degree weather during rush hour. Really, it's always been a dream of mine.

Fun updates to come later. But right now, I just want to ram my face repeatedly into a brick wall.

First, TheFacebook.

And now this??

God, I'm such a fucking poser.

[In my defense, I've had this blog before you all even knew what a blog was.]

I hate you, Sivan.

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I hate Sivan even more because she made me watch her change. And now you can watch me.

It's funnier if you know me and know that I actually dance that way.

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On a completely unrelated note, in response to the Sex Post I posted up a couple weeks ago:


dragondude161: do u happen 2 remember a certain ******* *****?
dragondude161: from chinese skool?
SooshiMooshi: yeah kind of
dragondude161:: fair enough
dragondude161: well, he has this gf
dragondude161: black
dragondude161: and they've apparently had sex every other day this summer
SooshiMooshi: uh huh
dragondude161: and he's apparently gotten pretty good at it
dragondude161: trust me, i am going sumwhere w/this
dragondude161: anyway, guess wut he credits 4 his remarkable improvement in the sack?
SooshiMooshi: oh god... what?
dragondude161: this sex entry he happened 2 stumble upon on ur blog not 2 long ago... =)
dragondude161: ur blog makes a difference, tammy
SooshiMooshi: i see that
dragondude161: just no that u'v made a certain black girl in antioch very happy

Don't thank me, fellas. Thank Joy.

Weirdest conversation at 3 am, ever.

DjTeknoKid: I NEEDDDDDD
DjTeknoKid: A BEAR
SooshiMooshi: haha wtf
DjTeknoKid: yeah it's like wtf
DjTeknoKid: everyone needs a bear
SooshiMooshi: a bear??
DjTeknoKid: yeah. a freaking bear
SooshiMooshi: why a bear
SooshiMooshi: arent bears scary?
DjTeknoKid: wut r u talking about
DjTeknoKid: u must have not seen a bear
DjTeknoKid: [link]
DjTeknoKid: that looks scary to u?
SooshiMooshi: no, but this does: [link]
DjTeknoKid: its scary
DjTeknoKid: looks like u when u r drunk
SooshiMooshi: awww
DjTeknoKid: damn.. lemme know if u found a bear
DjTeknoKid: it's very important
SooshiMooshi: okay
DjTeknoKid: if the green bear goes moo.. tell him i was looking for him
DjTeknoKid: good nite

In two days, I'm flying back to Austin. Words cannot express just how badly I don't want to leave.

When I was in high school, all I ever wanted to do was just to get out of Tennessee. I ended up only applying to one in-state college as a back-up, telling myself that I would never go to a school here. And it's times like this when I really wish I had.

Now don't get me wrong, I love Austin very dearly, but I think Nashville is the place where my heart truly resides. I found that the only time when I am genuinely happy is when I'm at home with my friends and family. I grew up here. I had my best friends, best memories, best... times, here. And I wouldn't give that up for anything in the world.

It really sucks going to a school 14 hours away, so I can't just be like, "Wow, I miss home. I'll drive back this weekend." I never truly appreciated this place until I left. And now, I only count down the days to which I can return yet again.

Going to a college so far away has definitely taught me to be more independent and I think I've grown a lot in the past couple years. But sometimes, I feel like I never want to grow up, and I just want to stay inside the comfort of my safety bubble.

In two days, I'm going to be leaving here, and I can't even begin to tell you how homesick I'm going to be.

Would it be bad if I said that I don't want to go back to Austin and just move home?

I just finished Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.


All I can say is that a little piece of my soul died.


I am so sad now.