Tumblr.

So....I think I want to try Tumblr again. I never really gave it a chance when I made one a few months ago. I didn't even blog in it. So! It's worth a try. (ASK me for the link. Stalkers unwanted.)

Dear Xanga,

We've been through alot. I just want to let you know that it's not you, it's me. My indecisive ways. I've always been the one to leave. Everytime I came back, you were here. For that, I thank you. But I've got to try something new. I've got to move on.

Good morning.

It's Thursday. SKiss just reminded me that I really want Pho today. Someone please come with me to eat Pho! I might make my casting video later today. We'll see.

Late night talks and such in hot tubs are always fun.

PET PEEVE #42: People who spell things wrong on purpose/use incorrect grammar. Like, "Hey..wat r yooh doin?" Why the hell would you do that? Or shit like, "Dey told me i'm retarded cuz i dunno how to spell rite." UGH! Makes me want to smack these people upside the head with a dictionary or a spell check! Okay that's my venting for the day. For now at least. With that said, it's time for a cigarette.

O-M-G! Skittles + Vodka.

http://luvsick.tumblr.com/post/81195607/omg-skittles-vodka-d

Sexual tension is awesome;

Like, when you’re talking to somebody and standing really close but the topic of conversation is insignificant because you’re staring at each other’s mouths and you just want to kiss them but this cannot happen for millions of reasons.

RW22.

If you think I really wasn't going to do it--Well. I just did. (The screen shot is a little blurrrry. So click on it, it should come up a little clearer.) I submitted a casting email (Bio & pics) to MTV in hopes that I'll get a spot on the Real World 22. I'm totally going to go home today and make a video, and send that shit in too.

ALSO: Xanga-Stalkers. Definately NOT cool. It's a little creepy.

Something Awesome.

Giant Cheetos. Helllllllllllll yeah.

I saw the commercial for this on T.V last night, and got a little overly-excited..Kind of like the excited expression that an 8-year-old has when they walk into a candy store. B may or may not have thought I was crazy. But my oh my, these balls are gigantic. (Please be thinking "that's what she said" in your mind right now.) This is definately going to be my next mission: To hunt these over-sized cheese puffs down, and eat them.

B: Your face was priceless. & YES they have FLAMIN' HOT Giant Cheetos too! I googled it.

In other news:

I would really like to audition for the Real World 22. Like, send them a video of me and the whole she-bang.  Every time a new season of the Real World comes on MTV, I'm slightly disappointed because they never have any asian people as part of their cast. So I'm sayin--I think I need to represent. It'd be quite the experience. And then you guys can watch it and be like, "Hey look. I know that drunk asian girl! That's Nikki!" LOL. Oh, the shenanigans I'd get myself into.

It's about to be 10:15. That means it's time for a cigarette. Which reminds me of the other day, when I couldn't find my lighter. I realized that the degree to how frustrated I get when I can’t find a lighter is shocking.

Cheers!

My way.