I guess that's why they call it the blues.

Sometimes I wish I could be more than I am. I see the inner beauty of so many girls shine through, and I can't help but feel envious because I have none. Sometimes I just want to be pretty, smarter, kinder, less temperate, more exciting, whatever. I hate feeling like I'm not good enough, but it just gets tiring trying to be all content with myself when there's nothing to be confident about. I'm not unhappy and depressed or anything - don't take this the wrong way - but sometimes I wake up and just feel down in the dumps, wishing I could just be some amazing person.

Sigh, so anyways, I haven't touched a computer since Thursday (thank goodness I can go on myspace with my phone). Soooo Winteract was on Friday and after school, Tiffany Chao & Tiffany Chau and I hung out. We took the bus to tap, and then walked to the mall, and saw Therese and other people there. Then we waited by a bus stop but later got a ride from Therese' dad to school. Went to school, hung out until Tiffany Chau had to leave, and went to the cafeteria. The first two hours were unbelievably fun. And then I felt completely pooped and got a bloody nose from dancing too crazy and went outside. Then I spent the last hour and a half talking to friends and stuff. During the last twenty minutes or so, I was sitting with Dong inside and all of a sudden, they play With You as the last song and I saw all the couples dance and stuff. Thennnn, I broke. -DUN DUN DUN- Since... January 6 (sighhhh), I've been avoiding all romantic movies and love songs, and THAT just had to come up. Ughhhhhhhhhhhh. But then it ended and I was all good. Haha. Last night, I spent the night at Auntie Melody's house, but she was in Seattle and I had to keep Auntie Vanity company. We made pizza from scratch for dinner. And this morning we made French toast from scratch (except for the bread, duh) and BREAD PUDDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my gosh, Auntie Vanity's French toast is the most amazing version I have ever tasted, and her bread pudding is scrumptious. I could gain ten pounds in a week at the rate she cooks. Bah... so I went home and my dad comes home with new fish food for Nemo. I was so happy, because Nemo was sick of his old food and wouldn't eat it and he ate the new food happily. Oh, and we bought him new plants too! I hope he's happy; I don't want him to die like Tiffany Cheung's fish.