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I've been looking for a faux fur hat, I might not use it much. But it will probably make me feel better in times of a bad trip.

I want to give.

Once when I was a child, my parents scolded me and I had never felt the feeling of remorse, disgust, and hatred all at the same time. I decided that i would forever and ever, stay in my room and never leave. I packed two pieces of bread and put butter on each of them. One for dinner, and the next day whenever I was hungry. I stayed under the work table in my room crying for hours and finally I gave up.

I don't understand why it came rushing back to me, partially because this and that involves the same emotions. Sometimes I think the word family is an overstatement for the way my brother treats me.

Much of None.

Magic mushrooms and the sky of tomorrow. Oh I'm tempted over Thanksgiving break, even with the arousal of finals.

Thinking of next year makes me wonder about NYC, Amsterdam besides interning in HK. More shrooms and softcore light hallucinations never get me wild about to tone down.

Oh I'm so tired. This weekend will be off, I long for catching up with old friends, a gazillion movies and really just blowing the pipe.

I(heart)

If this was how I spend money here, I think I need half a million to entertain ourselves when we visit NYC.

RIP Daul KIm

When did I type this?

The bank called and deactivated my account because they thought my card got stolen. So are they trying to get back at me for spending too much money?

In other news, I cannot get enough of Alexander Wang. I am buying his whole store everywhere I go. I want a flagship boutique in san francisco, either that, or I might have to fly down to LA again another weekend just for a sole purpose to marry his clothes. I feel so sick and disgusted at my behavior but it's really nothing retail therapy can't cover.

I still can't get over how amazing LA was, with cotton candy foie gras, wagyu beef with liquid air cheese, spending hours at openingceremony, trying on gloves at Alexander Mcqueen...

Back to reality, sf feels like a blur now. Like some homeless cat shelter.

I need more money. More more money. Twenty thousand by tomorrow might mean I have something to eat next month. I love my life!

OK, next stop, Helmut Lang & the Chanel lambskin electric blue flap bag to add to the collexion.

Fantastic Mr. Fox

Images from opening ceremony.

Finally another Wes Anderson film to covet over.

Today wasn't a good day. I guess starting your day at one is really too early and letting chai tea latte do your stomach a favor till eight only seemed to allow the jittery-ness erupt from within. I spent the last hour in class squirming and banging my chair against the wall much to J.P's dismay. And she kept droning on about irrelevant typography and the placement of text in indesign with the thousand tools and ways you could achieve it. I am glad we managed to submit the urbanforestproject designs in class today because it took up half of the class trying to meet the ridikulouz requirements of the organization.

The house is strangely loud again and it feels a little odd having to retreat back into a corner. It has changed because things are new and strange, in a very neutral way. Perhaps something at the back of the frontal lobe needs a little adjustment change instead of constantly muttering that i dont' care or want to.

It looked like my overalls won't be shipped by Thursday (should we leave for L.A.) Everything hasn't been planned and though I would like to say, as usual, I can't because this is who we really are.

In other news, I have a definite liking to (mostly) all things eighties. Multicolored band visors and eye-popping gay dance moves. The credit card sponsored by Daddy came today and I must suppress the urge to spend like a wild hog at shotwell/diesel/haight/union/chestnut. My life is a blur.

It is true that Peggy Moffitt had one of the ultimate hairstyles of all time, which makes me not want to grow it long anymore.

I also got my book up and running. It looks lovely, I will scan them in one day.