If someone trapped all the mysteries that have ever existed into a glass jar, I want to find the jar and open it. But if I ever find it, I think I will just place it on my bookshelf and look at it and think about it and never actually open it.

1) Anger inspires me to make "soup"

(which is just boiling everything and anything I can find in the kitchen) The stirring part is relaxing and the black smoke which usually results resembles the "negative" spirits floating away.

2)Once, I tried on someone's retainer(with her permission of course...). Due to the curiosity to see if it would fit or not. It didn't.

3)After cutting open fruit, I sometimes touch the inside and think about how no human being in history has ever touched this orange(or apple/pear/etc)

4) I don't kill bugs/spiders/ants.
But it's time consuming to trap them in jars and release them back to where the wild things are.

5) I once shoplifted a mango.

it's like swimming in black ink with a nice view.

this is really bizzare.
Especially when half its head is melted away
and tears of wax are flooding over its face.

" go and run yourself a million miles
hoping that the colors run out"

I turned seventeen 2 days ago. Time is never ending-ly zooming by before you get to chance to even realize what happened. I found that my brain is often stuck in the past, and then you realize that now is the present and you'll never ever ever get that yesterday you spent doing who-knows-what, back. After living for 17 years, I still can't imagine how I managed to do it. Well, I technically didn't really have to do anything, but the process of everything that has happened is scary to think about. But I guess..." for now, we are young, so let us lay in the sun, and let us count every beautiful thing we see."

They say the older you get, the wiser you get. So I hope I gained some wisdom these past 17 years in this life of mine, but there's still much more to discover.
... if you think about it, everything is illuminated...
if you want it to be, that is.

From 4:00 pm to 3:00 am, This is what I spent my day doing.
Mucho thanks to Bill who did ALL the filming

Here's a clip--blooper!
There are 3 things wrong:
1)Notice the sudden taxi driver head jerk at the beginning
2)And how I slightly tripped when walking to the stove
3)And my mom calling bill's name




PS: I found my telescope's instructions on the last day of Winter Break.

baah-ga

something went wrong with the head

tehehe

vermin <3

good deeds. random acts of kindness.
But are they really as genuine and "kind" as they are thought to be?
A teacher told us that random acts of kindness don't exist because people are selfish to begin with, and that they only do nice things so they can feel good about themselves. (i should mention he was extremely religious) For example, a couple of days ago during Christmas shopping, an old lady behind me dropped her wool sweater, so I picked it up for her. And she was very gracious and spent the next 20 minutes chatting with me. So throughout the day and the next few weeks, I did a few more nice things for strangers, but instead of feeling happy, I felt kind of "selfish". Did I really do those things out of kindness, or did I do them because I liked the feeling that resulted.
And now I don't feel happy doing nice things for other people.

I had one crazy long dream.
There was one part where I was eating laffy taffy, and it got stuck on my teeth for a very long time.
When I awoke, my mouth was filled with alot of saliva...
Then I noticed I had drooled a huge puddle of saliva by my mouth.
It was quite hilarious.

ps: i accidentally sewed an anorexic sheep.

I broke into my sister's computer and watched it

"My grandfather informs me that this not possible"

happy new year humans!