Peter was a fcken dick for making us walk more than we had to to go to the fcken train station. We followed him out of Asiantown and into the government district, full of columns and skyscrapers and the like. I could've taken the friggin' N train which was like a street away but we, the people, ended up following him with promises of a relatively close station with N, tracking about a mile to get to a friggin' R/W station so some of us had to transfer and waste more time!

When I was crossing the bridge, it was still light out. After passing through the tunnel and into the openness of 8 avenue, it was dark as the sun is bright. Damn you son of a gun; I should've really just grabbed the friggin' squirrel, ripped its head off and shove it down your throat.

I got blisters on my feet.

Thank you Annie and Peter for 1/2 a dumpling each.

I love you Jang Geun Suk <3!  (My current favorite actor :3)

Labels: afterschool, chinatown, train

Lmao, I'm not mad anymore P... However, try it again and be prepared to have your ass chased down.

Before R left, P tried to drag M and I along to go with him to his faraway station. We ended up getting into a kick fight before I had to cross the street. It must've been a real spectacle for the people across. After R left, P dragged me by my book bag, as I attempted to escape, to go to his Atlantic Avenue station >.> I wanted to go to Dekalb and M and I were going to Altantic Avenue (& Pacific Street) anyway so we tried to convince him that if he came along, he'd be able to take his stupid 5 train. I managed to make two breaks for it but due to the limited amount of stamina I had, P managed to capture me again. In the end, we ended up going to Dekalb on the condition that we walk P to his train. Even then, I was dragged along. Man, it sucks how we were taking the M train to Atlantic and M could've took it home. When we arrived at Atlantic, the my N train came and we had to give that up to accompany nagging P.

I saw a flat dead cat on my walk home. It was literally flat, although because of it skeletal structure and all, it still had some depth. I passed it with no mind since I thought it was sleeping. However, it was suspicious how the cat was next to a tire >.> I think the car the carcass laid next to was the one that ran it over. I would've not been able to tell since there was no blood. Ah... I had the urge to take a picture but didn't have my cell. Then I wanted to take out some paper and write "I ran over a cat and didn't notice" and stick it to the window of the car. Then I would've written, "Please bury me; and not in garbage" and leave the note next to the cat. I had the delusion that the car owner or the people who lived in the house it died in front off, would've shoveled it into a garbage bag. I think that was the fate of the cat that used to hang out in my backyard. I heard that my neighbors threw it in the trash and then I imagined them chopping it up first or something ~.~ In the end, I just walked away because it would be weird if someone saw me do what I thought; there were people on the street. I told my mom about it when I got home. She saw it too, when she went to buy the newspaper. I assumed that was the morning and so the cat was probably there for a hours now... probably still there >.> R.I.P.

Labels: cat, train

Apparently one of my nightmares came true because today, I was late for school. Something went wrong with my mom's alarm so she couldn't wake up to wake me up at the usual time. I actually woke up at 7, the time when I'm supposed to be leaving the house. I go to the train station to see 1-9 period students =3= It's to early for them~ they should stay home later so they won't have to make a big crowd to get into the school ;_; Lucky for me, I'm smart enough to transfer to the R train at 59th street instead of Atlantic-Pacific. No offense, but I find people who don't transfer when the train is right there, pretty stupid. They'd rather stay on a crowded train and wait to transfer later, than go to the train they'd transfer to anyway when it still had seats and it was right there in front of them. Today, the N train arrived at Atlantic later than the R (usually, it's the other way around for me), so the R closed its doors and left when the N train came into the station---bet that would teach those people next time if they got the transfer early idea into their heads.

We started talking about writing in English today and the teacher asked who wrote everyday and boasted about he used to write 3-4 hours everyday in the past (inhuman thoughts: lowlife). Does typing on a blog count for writing daily?

Labels: blogging, english, late, train, writing