I'M OUT OF IDEAS FOR TITLES.

oooooi lady. que pasa querida? haha. man, i really need to be studying right now, but your easy breezy atttitude is getting to me. i think you going out with romeo is like a good luck ritual. i mean, c'mon, look what happened last time- you went out all weekend and pulled off like the best grade in the class! Dzammmm!! mama got skills.

haha, you in class today: "FREAK, how do you know that??" I'm going, "FREAK, how do you do that?" Hey, yo, forealz, thanks for the mani/pedi. it not only brightened my day, it brightened my dead, depressing of a weekend! i love how we find the time to just chill. you're such a bud, dude. "J, feel like goin to class? "NAH." haha. "Shan, feel like going to the final review?" "hmm, we'll see!"
oh man, it's sort of a wonder that we're berkeley students. c'mon we're just so damn fly.

seriously. yo. we need to get jobs together. oh wait, that might not be such a good idea. "hey, shan, wanna go to work today?" Shan: "nahhhh, let's go get fraps instead." haha. maybe we need baller husbands, so that we can be like those sexy and the city gals and just sit and gab all day about sex. and the green peace. and body mortification. and quantum physics. and hot boys. and how people in the 21st century are more disconnected than ever. and dissecting films. and eat and drink and then go work it all off. let's hope that technology will one day invent a device that burns off the calories FOR us. you know, there was once an infomerical about the "AB BELT"- it massages your stomach, kinda like pseudo crunches. the thing had me convinced that this gadget would trick my body into thinking it was doing actual crunches (minus the sweat, of course). haha, i almost bought it. almost.

you know, the more i look at my toenails, the more i think it's taking on a ketchup red. it went from cherry to apple ... to ketchup. or catsup, is that better? yeah, it kinda looks like bloody ketchup. haha, that one lady who always cuts me open- i should just have her paint my nails kethcup red. no one would notice the blood seeping out the sides of my nails! gosh. (said like napoleon dynamite)

my mom doesn't think we're having lunch tomorrow. she knows you're going out with romeo tonight and she doesn't have faith you're coming here tomorrow to help me cook. you better come, k!? haha, i'm kinda tempted to order take-out, throw it on the table, and pretend that i actually made it. VOILA Isa, ASIAN FOOD! haha, she'd never notice. remember? she's never had comida asiana. haha, watch me be one of those wives who picks up food from the gourmet section of whole foods, puts it on a plate, feeds my husband, and pretends that i've slaved away in the kitchen for the past 2 hours!

all rightie, sweetie. i need to do some work. i heart ya.

nini