that's hilarion

get ready for a laugh attack. Or maybe some personal quiet laughter.

peace forever

hello, I'm an idealist. Welcome to my world.

rat a tat tat

so I'm just going to put it out there. I got a tattoo.

Okay, so maybe I got two.

I need input here. Or maybe I should have asked for some before I got these suckers, but what can I say. It was more of a spur of the moment kind of situation. So one is on the inside of my wrist. It says: la paix a jamais...

It's actually really pretty. It was a bit pricey, but damn, it looks pretty awesome. It could be an easy conversation-starter. At the beach, I reckon. Or at a nude beach. Or maybe at one of those Girls Gone Wild parties. But, honestly, who would go to those? Don't answer that.

The other tat I got is a small picture of a paper plane. It's just chillin', just flyin'. I fly like paper, get high like planes. Don't judge the location of the tattoo though. It's on my lower back. The area of the tramp stamps. Well, never mind. I guess you could judge if you wanted to. Maybe make a joke or two about how it'll fly into my buttcrack. I don't care. It symbolizes the freedom that any individual has in life. And it's a paper plane so I could make a rebuttal about how I'm a firm believer in recycling and saving the world. But then again, it could also mean that I use paper for silly things like making planes. Or wasting it.

Whatever. What's done is done. I think they look radical.

I wonder if that's what I would think if I actually got them. Dreams shake things up a bit.

supreme sprinkles

forced to do something that could put my creative juices to work, it's actually pretty exciting having something my imagination can roam around in. I have a few projects up my sleeve and I'm hoping that with enough time and effort, these suckers will be pretty bangin'. I could put so many people to shame (jk) but hopefully, I plan it all efficiently and everything turns out how I want them to be. The people who receive the projects really do deserve them and putting enough love sprinkles will make them see that.

Damn, I need to buy more love sprinkles.

marc it clearly

my big bro: Marc Carino!
It's silly. He really does look like someone I could be related to. Except he kind of reminds me of Ren. HAH.
Left-right: Some random dude, I, Marc, my pledge master Tim Hwang, Marc's big bro John Phang, John's lil sis at our family dinner @ Chipotle!

dutch dance

it's strange how things happen. From nights of not knowing what to do to ones that are already planned out for me, back to ones that are spontaneous and indecisive. The past few days have been somewhat of a blur.

Let me start off by saying how much I admire him. I got to really grasp onto one of his strongest passions and I get this tingling feeling whenever I see him in an exuberance of joy. Watching him and his friends do what they love to do is something that I will never forget. I don't know why, but seeing him so happy brightens up my day. Or the weekend, in this case. I love him so much and I love that I can share some of his best experiences with him.

On the other hand, there's me. What about me? Well, I'll tell you. It's Bowie's fault. HAHA (jk). I wish she could be doing the program with me (Tiffany as well). Meeting some pretty cool people and stepping outside of my inferiority complex has gotten me where I am right now. I don't understand why I got a bid and she didn't, seeing as how she's the one who forced me to go to all those events. She's the most bubbly, talkative, ostentatious, girly girl I know. LOL. I am saddened by the fact that I'm kind of alone in all of this unscheduled mess now. I guess now it's up to me to befriend my pledge class. So wish me luck, I don't know what I'm getting myself into.

Pi Alpha Phi lil sis right hurr. Who is my big bro?