Today, I want to talk about a game called, Super Smash Bros. You might have heard of it. Basically, it was a pretty big part of my childhood. My bro and I would play it together sometimes and I would ALWAYS pick Kirby because she (or is it he...) is the best character. Anyway, we would play it together or I'd watch while he completed a quest or whatever they were called. But, after my bro started playing a lot more on his Xbox & PS3, I stopped playing. However, I dug it out from his game pile and it just reminded me of a lot of things like the only party my family ever hosted and how my cousins and I had so much fun. I love those past days. The game also reminds me of when the library actually had these games downstairs that they allowed kids to play. They don't anymore, but it was ridiculously fun. I don't really remember how to play anymore, but I can't wait to play with my little cousin today. Okay, well, there's my little life story about Super Smash Bros. Bye~

Okay, well, I have no clue what to write about except for what I decided to do with my friend today.
So, basically, we recorded a video and posted it on EXO's official fanboard.
I know, stupid. Right now, I kinda want to go dig a hole and just bury myself in it. I'm dying of embarrassment and just dying. HELP ME!!
You want to see my super embarrassing video? Go here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Bx3o0eVtjk
Watch me die of embarrassment. Especially when my friend decided to expose my secret about the whole Sehun-Tao affair... Aish... God damn it. Great. Now they are just going to know about the whole arms thing-y and how I pretty much love them. Even though, I can't say that because they don't really know me and I don't really know them... *sigh*
I'm obsessed with EXO. I know that. Come on. I cried for them already. It's kinda cray cray. Jeez, this blog is starting to just become a blog for my EXO troubles... agh.... I'm going to try to stop you guys (btw, who am I even talking to? No one reads this blog anyway...). I promise!! Okay, going to dig that hole now (it's a joke guys, chill). Bye~!

Yo! So, before I completely forget (AGAIN), here's that extra long post you've been waiting for (not) and I'm sure you are just dying (again, not) to know about me and my brother as well as some other stuff. So, here it is.

So, me and my bro... we've always been close, you know? I was a serious tomboy in elementary school mostly because of him. He used to be really interested and in sports and stuff, so he would play with me in the backyard. We'd play football (well, 'catch' technically, but whatevs), soccer (passing & stuff), and baseball (again, 'catch' technically). He'd teach me stuff like the correct way to hold & throw a football, so that it's a perfect spiral. and stuff like that. Right now, I still mess up A LOT when it comes to throwing a perfect spiral, but for the most part, I can. We'd have a ton of fun together. Actually, he played soccer on a local team during middle school. Besides sports though, there are a few other memories I love. One of which includes his birthday. So, basically his birthday was the day and we went to Toys R Us or something, so that he could pick something as a gift using the money he got. And I saw this bin of stuffed dogs and I really wanted one (I was like 5 or something at the time, so pre-scar). He used some of his birthday money to buy it for me and that's one of my favorite memories of being with him. Another memory was in the 8th grade (when he was in the 8th grade). He had started playing video games, but it wasn't that bad yet. The TV that's currently in my room was in the living room then and his X-box was all set up there with his games. Sometimes I would sit next to him and watch him play. Tell him where some people were/where to shoot and stuff. At one point, he also tried to teach me how to play, but I just couldn't get it. When he wasn't playing his games, sometimes we would watch movies together and there was this particular one with Tom Cruise in it or something and it was like a whole typical alien thing and since it was nighttime and I was relatively young, I was scared as hell. During the day, when we watched it again at another time, it was fine, but I was scared. He didn't do anything I don't think, but him being there kinda helped me just get through it all. Anyway, another memory in 8th grade (when he was in the 8th grade) was when he went to DC on a school trip for about a week. There was also the trip in 7th grade that was a couple days, but had the same result. I really missed him. He was an awesome brother, so I seriously missed him. Anyway, when he got back from the DC trip, he had gotten me a souvenir. I love that pony to this day. But, in high school. That basically all changed. He started playing more and more video games and was on his computer like all the time. He kept buying things and sometimes he would buy things for his friends. Then, my parents started getting angrier and angrier. Sometimes, they would fight and yell a lot downstairs and I would have to be in bed, you know? I wasn't really allowed to listen in. In the beginning, I could because it wasn't so bad. I'd be the one to hand my brother tissues if he cried and things like that. But later on, I started crying myself. It just got bad. It would be during times when I'm in the middle of sleep, but wake up to hear yelling and stuff outside and I wouldn't be able to sleep. Sometimes I would go downstairs knowing full well what was going on and be told to go back up. It would wrap up soon after. I just started closing my door. Somewhere along the way though, near the time we're in now, my brother got a bit better about it. There's no more yelling. No more arguing. Things are better now and that's basically my story about my brother. Also, I forgot to mention this, but my brother was really smart. I still believe that he is really smart, but his grades started slipping and he was getting 60s, 70s as his grades when those video games practically became his life. Now, he's slowly getting better, but because his grades had slipped so badly, his GPA isn't that great, so he's taking a year off to self-study and what not to apply to colleges again. I had seen the rejection letters, so I know. I sincerely hope my brother can get into a good college and get a good job. Please God. Please.

Readers, um, my first review will come soon. I've just been killing myself lately, so yeah. Okay, bye!

I'm tired, I procrastinated, I'm sorry.
I'll write an extra long one tomorrow!!

I'm going to continue asking this question until someone actually comments on one of my posts. *in annoying girl voice* Like for reals. *end annoying voice*
So, yeah. When am I actually going to get real page views from something that isn't a spammy website? Huh?

*sigh* Probably never huh... Aiyaaaaaaahhhhh... You know? I couldn't stop thinking about EXO and the whole thing that happened. I keep talking to the poster on my bedroom wall. That's right. I'm just so insane and weird that I talk to posters. What can I say? You know, they are making me more and more depressed and yet I love them tons. They can make me depressed, but they can also make me extremely happy/crazy/excited/weird as fuuuuuuuuuu** So, yeah. Have you noticed that I say 'so, yeah' like all the time. It's seriously getting annoying to me. Yup, I get annoyed of myself. Especially when I can't seem to shut up even when I want to. I'm WEIRD. In case you didn't get it in the past...what is it?...12 posts? Whatever number posts I wrote so far, but seriously. If you have not gotten that I'm weird yet, um, there's something wrong with you, so yeah. See? There I go again.

I have to write this stupid paper and I'm procrastinating so much! I can't FOCUS!!!! ARGH!!! Someone help me!!! I need someone to always stay by my side to slap me, hug me, comfort me, love me, etc. Basically, I need a boyfriend don't I... *sigh* Maybe then, I'll actually be more 'normal', not that there is really anything normal about anyone. We're just US. God...
Anyway, I can't think of much to talk about, but maybe tomorrow, I'll talk a bit about my brother. :)

Okay, like I said before, this post has to do with yesterday which was basically me crying.
I don't cry often. I don't want to. I don't like crying. It's not something I like. But, for some reason, what happened yesterday had me crying. Essentially, I was searching up on Google when EXO was going to come to the US, right? And then, I saw it. I saw that they were going to be at KCon. I cried at that. Do you know why? Simply because I thought that that would be my last chance to ever see them in my life and I need to see them. I want and I NEED to see them. I need to confirm/figure out my feelings in my heart with Chanyeol, Sehun, and Tao. I need to figure out who they really are. If they are just putting up something fake. I need to. But, because I felt so helpless, felt like I would never see them, that I would never understand myself, I cried. But honestly, even if I did know, my parents wouldn't let me go, but I would do anything to see them (not really ANYTHING, but you know what I mean, right?). I would do anything for them. I just want to see them. But, back to the crying bit. Me crying amazed me. Like I said, I don't cry often. But, EXO is so important to me that I actually cried for them. I love them so much that I hate them a little too. Which leads me to my question. When did EXO come to mean so much to me? When did they become such a big part of me and my thoughts. When?! I know there are sasaeng fans that are absolutely crazy out there that seem like they may be similar to me in terms of how important EXO is to them, but I'm not becoming one of them am I? I would never want to see anyone from EXO hurt. I would do anything to make sure they don't get hurt, why? I love them that much. I love their music. I love their personalities. I love their inside jokes. I love their nicknames. I love how they look (yes, I can get kinda shallow like that). I love their dancing. I love their singing. I love their rapping. The main vocals are all amazing. I'm a bit jealous of their voices, but at the same time, I also love my own voice. I love them and I want to see them. I need to. I cried for them. It made me hate them a bit. But, love and hate are so close to each other. Even if you love a person, I feel that you'll also have a small piece of them that you hate. Whether it's a personality trait, a physical trait, or something else. That's just how we are.

Bottom line is, EXO. I cried for you. I cheered for you. I laughed with you. I clapped with you. I love you. Please God. Let me see them at least once in my life and please let me talk with them. I'll learn Korean if I have to. I already know some Mandarin, but I need to brush up a little. Please God. Please.

I know, I know, I didn't post yesterday... not that anyone really cares. I mean, who actually reads this? Uh, no one. I'm starting to wonder when will someone actually stumble across this blog... *sigh* maybe never... Agh, I'm pouring out my life stories here!! The LEAST you could do is read it. Anyway... I'll post sometime later today. I'm too lazy right now. I'm sorry, but I have tons of work to do (aka a boring ass book to read and a freaking paper to write... *sigh*) and I'm a huge procrastinator.

Guys. DON'T PROCRASTINATE. Actually, I just thought of something to talk about. Last night. I'll write it up later, but it has to do with one of my least favorite things to do. Cry. Hope you stick around 'til then, spammy linkers...

You know, why do MCs always ask how old would they go (they being EXO & old being how old of a woman) and not how young? I'm sorry, I'm curious. Then, maybe I can actually give up on them if they say they wouldn't date someone as young as me (um 5 years/6 years anyone?). It would hurt, but I would at least be able to get over them. Thanks a lot MCs!!! Thanks a lot freaking fans!!!! YOU DON'T FREAKING UNDERSTAND D:.

Anyway, that's not what I'm really going to talk about today. I'm going to talk a little about colors, fashion, style, etc. So, what kind of style do you think you have? I was looking up some more information about Sehun the other day (I'm soorrryyyyyyy) and basically I saw things like favorite colors, birthday, fashion style, etc. I started commenting about it and stuff, but anyway, that's what brought me to write this.
So, his favorite colors are apparently black & white. I totally get him. They are so simple and work perfectly with pretty much anything. I love black especially. That started making me think about my own favorite colors. Red & Black. They also happen to be my favorite color combo. But, do you know why? It's kinda creepy, but I started liking them since like forever and it's because I grew up super tomboyish, so I never thought things were gross like some other girls and I would do a lot of dares. It was weird. I'm not going to go into that. Maybe another day. Anyway, I liked the combo because red=blood & black=death/darkness. I'll let that sink in for a little bit. Isn't that weird? I mean, I know I was pretty messed up, but this is even more messed up...
Anyway, now onto his style. "Neat" What the heck is that supposed to mean? Neat like he dresses formally or what? Anyway, that made me think of my own style. My style isn't really a style. Basically what I have is a tub full of clothes, but the ones I actually wear are the ones on top. Anyway, so every morning I'll just open it up and grab the first clothes I see and put them on. Usually it works out okay, but yeah... I like dressing comfortably & cute for certain things. I do have combos I prefer, but typically I don't bother unless it's something that I want to show off a little more in. Anyway, I don't really wear skirts or dresses. I'm still quite a tomboy. I do wear them if it's a seriously special occasion i.e. I'm forced to/it's a wedding/graduation/a dance I have to go to/etc. Anyway, so that's my style. Fashion is just stupid. Style is something personal, while fashion is something someone suddenly decides to make and people follow it. It's stupid and it changes all the time, so buying clothes just for the fashion is pointless. Little rant over.
Anyway, back to that whole how old would you go thing. Sehun was asked that in this show/interview I was watching and I have to admit that I didn't feel all that good at his answer. He says that he likes noonas a lot right, but let's face it, I'm freaking 5 years older (oops, I meant younger)... I hate this. Then, he said that he likes all girls (not that way guys, not that way) and I couldn't stop thinking about the whole noona thing. Plus he admires BoA which somehow makes me jealous for no freaking reason since I don't even know him personally. It shouldn't bother me, yet it does. Help me people. I don't understand anything.

About the last post, I guess what I really should've said was, no one fucking gives a damn anyway, so whatever, broke bitch. (Sorry I'm a DavidSoComedy fan)

Anyway... what to talk about... have I talked about celebrity crushes yet? Yeah, oh well then... have I told you about how I'm writing some EXO fanfics? No, but you don't care? Oh, okay that's cool too. Have I written about how I feel like I have no feelings like AT ALL (besides a couple)??? No? Cool, then that's what I'll write about today.

First feeling, love. Basically the basis of all the other feelings, but yeah. Love. I don't get it. I don't feel it either. So, I'm kinda obsessed with Tao, Sehun, and Cheondung of EXO & MBLAQ respectively, right? But, I always think, "Do I really love them?" My answer is usually something like this, "I don't know, but I don't think so. I mean I don't fully know them or anything, so how could I. Not to mention, they are all at least 5 years older than me and they wouldn't fall for me even if I did meet them. But they are so cute and their smiles are AHHHH!!! Their arms. THEIR FREAKING ARMS... do I have an arm fetish now? WTF... KALfh;lkahgjkvh;slifjb,mbn,mb" So, yeah, it basically ends with my brain melting. I don't understand love. I don't think I'm at the right age where I can actually have a lasting relationship, but at the same time, I want a boyfriend. It makes no sense. I don't even approve the couples in my school. They never last anyway. Seriously. There are also those one or two popular guys/girls that have gone out with like ALL the other popular people. Um... okay. The longest one lasted maybe a year.... I'm not sure really. I don't know. Forget it... Anyway, I don't get love. I don't know if I can even love someone anymore. I DON'T GET IT!! PLEASE HELP ME!!

Second feeling, sadness. I'm starting to believe that I can't feel sad. At all. For some stupid reason, whenever something bad happens and I'm supposed to be sad, I can't cry or anything. I actually smile and laugh. I don't know why, but that's my natural response. IT MAKES NO SENSE!!!

Third feeling, can't think of anything else. These are the main ones. You know, I even wrote a few paragraphs about the whole 'What is love' thing... God. Anyway, see ya'll later.

SORRRRY!!!!! I LIIIIIIIIEDDDDD X'(

I'm super forgetful if you didn't know, so I completely forgot to write anything yesterday!!! AKHDaklhdglhlbn,xcnvbmxnhWE
I'M SORRY!!!

Well, I'm here now, so let's get started k?

Let's start with my cousin. My female cousin I was talking about before. Okay, well, she's only a year older than me, so we were really close. When I was little (3 or 4 or something like that), we used to play together all the time especially with this little green chair that is sooooo unbalanced, but it's a dear memory to me, so I love it. We always had fun. As we grew up and she had to go to school. I would help her with math sometimes (btw, I lived in my grandma's house at the time, so from like 3 or something the multiplication tables up to 9 was drilled in my head) and we would still have a lot of fun. Eventually I had to go to school as well and we grew a bit farther apart because I moved to where I live now and I moved to another school. We never went to the same school or anything, but because we lived in the same household, we could always talk and whatnot. I went to my grandma's house on the weekends and we would talk. In elementary school, we would play pretend games and talk about what happened in school. Sometimes we would pretend that we were on a bus and we packed a lunch in a lunch bag which basically consisted of a nutella sandwich and 2 apples. I loved to play it and we would always sing praises about how delicious that sandwich was. Anyway, we would sometimes have dance parties where we would close the blinds and dance/rock out (remember how I said I could only dance in front of my cousin?). She would never judge me and honestly, we typically had the same moves up our sleeves :).

Then, middle school came. We saw each other less because she moved with her mom (she doesn't have a dad) to an apartment. But, whenever we did see eachother we would talk like oldtimes and talk about boys and all that other stuff you talk about in middle school (early middle school anyway). We would always have the same taste and stuff, so it was kinda weird. However, that didn't last. During middle school, we drifted apart more and more. She had her friends that she liked talking & hanging out with more than me. Me? I was a shy person, so I ended up being a bit of a loner with a few friends. My friends wouldn't always hang out with me though, so I was a bit lonely. I would be at my grandma's house while my mom's talking in the kitchen with my aunts & uncles reading or listening to music and staring blankly at a wall. Sometimes my grandma would talk to me and tell me stories about her childhood, but sometimes, I wasn't in the mood, but I listened anyway. Her childhood was during WWII, so it was bad. Really bad. I'm not going to go into that.

Anyway, the only times when it would be fun is when my other cousins came. My younger cousin and my older cousin. I never held grudges over that whole scratching my cheek incident and we got along well. Actually, I can't really hold grudges over anything. I'll try to, but a few days later and I forgot about it already. Then again, those incidents weren't even that big of a deal. If it was major, like heart-breaking major, I would probably hit something(-one). So, now, my relationship with my female cousin isn't amazing. We talk sometimes, but whenever we see each other, we barely talk unless I start joking around and stuff. Funnily enough, she's one of the only people who actually get my jokes. I don't know why, but my jokes seem to just suck everywhere else or they just don't get it. Before, she used to sleep over at my house for a week in the summer and we would have tons of fun. I loved when she came. Now, she's always with her friends or something and I'm, well, I'm writing this blog and stuff aren't I.

Also, one more thing that's related to her, but I had no clue where to put it in. Her mom, started dating this guy, right, and he has this son. I swear that his son had a crush on me, but I would be like, "Get away." I kid you not, I was sitting on the couch, right (This was during a New Years/Christmas party I think with family). There's soooo much space on either side of me, but he sits next to me. I'm like, "Okaaaaay...." and I shift to the left. Guess what? He shifts to the left too. So I keep moving away and he keeps moving with me. Eventually, I just get up and go find my cousins and we hang out.

Also, about that guy that's his dad. This is a story from my cousin who was at the place when it happened. So, basically, my aunt invited them (my cousins & her boyfriend & son?) to this park thing. I think it was Dorney or D-something park. Anyway, not important. So, all throughout the day, my aunt and her boyfriend would be showing public affection right? (Btw, I was not there) Apparently though, it was REALLY gross.
So eventually, they are on this ride that was like a boat I believe and it was really sunny out. So, my older cousin is steering and he notices that the guy & him (idk if his son was there) were in the shade, but my aunt & cousins were in the sun. So, he goes to turn the boat, so that all of them are in the shade, but what does that guy do??!! He freaking tells him to stop. YOU are going to tell HIM to STOP?!!! YOUR GIRLFRIEND is in the bloody sun and you tell HIM to STOP?!!! Um, what's wrong with that? I'll tell you what the fuck is wrong with that. That is some bull crap. She's in the hot sun and it is not fun. DO YOU UNDERSTAND???!!!! All my cousin wanted to do was turn the boat, so ALL of you were in the sun, but YOU tell HIM to STOP?!!! You know what you should do? Get off your fat ass and go sit in the sun. Tell me how you fucking feel after an hour.

There's my rant & life story of the past 3 days. Sorry for not posting guys. I hope this made it up to you! BTW, feel free to comment what you feel. I want to know.

Sorry I didn't write one yesterday. I'll write an extra long one later today to compensate! It's too late right now. Fanfics are eating my time up!!! AGHHH!

Yo, so today, I suddenly feel like talking about dancing... okay fine, I'm not really talking about it. I'm ranting about it. Let's face it. I can't dance for my life. I can't dance. I'm always dragged/almost dragged to the floor by my friends because they wanna dance right? But me, I'm like fuck no! I ain't dancin'! Reason being is, I'm self-conscious. I might be pretty bad-ass when it comes to other things, but when it comes to dancing, I can only dance with my cousin. Another cousin that is one year older than me and we were like sisters when we were younger. I'll talk about her in another post. Anyway, my idea of dancing is pretty much jumping up and down fist pumping. That's pretty much it. At home, I can really do everything else, but when it comes down to it, I can't dance the way I want to on the floor. The fact that there are other people soooooo does not help. I fucking hate dancing. I can't dance for shit unless I'm at home. No joke. I can't. I'm too self-conscious and I just don't wanna. I get embarrassed easily and let's be honest, that freaking music is a headache. 1. There's NEVER any music that I actually like and listen to. 2. It' freaking loud. Do you really want to give me a head-pounding headache that bad?? HUH?!! Anyway, point is, I can't dance. I don't want to dance with other people. I'm afraid of getting criticized on my dancing ability. That's me. My real dancing only comes out with very little people or with me at home when I know no one is watching. I mean like I can feel the beat and stuff, but I'm like staying in one place moving a tiny bit or something like that. I hate dancing with other people!

Done. There's my rant of the day.

You want a memory? Well, you'll have to wait until tomorrow or something. I'll tell you about my cousin then. Until then, ja ne! (That was Japanese for see you later)

Yo! I just wanted to say that I'm going to try to do daily blog posts, but because of school (I'm actually "moving"& going to another harder school this year), I might not get to it, so enjoy it while you can bitches!

Anyway, here's my life story of the day.
I already told you about how I punched a guy in 2nd grade right? Basically, 2nd grade was my wildest year. Or was it 3rd grade that this happened... I don't remember, but it did happen, so here's the story. Basically in 2nd or 3rd grade... you know what? I think it was 2nd, so let's just go with that. Anyway, in 2nd grade, I went to my cousins' house with my brother, mom, and dad. Essentially, in that household, I had an older cousin that was my brother's age and a younger cousin about 3 years younger than me. So, my brother and my older cousin were hanging out with each other while me and my younger cousin were playing together. I think it was that we wanted to play with the soccer ball, but my brother & my younger cousin's brother wouldn't let us. Eventually, I think I stole it away and hid it away from them while we played with something else. They came to find and kept asking us where it was. I told them I didn't know where it was and they knew I was lying or something like that. Anyway, eventually, we (my older cousin and I) took up sticks. Big ones too. I know, how stupid could we have gotten. I don't know specifically what happened, so a few facts could be skewed, but basically we started fighting. I know, a what was it 6? 7? whatever amount year old fighting a 10/11 year old guy... such a bad move. We were fighting and eventually, his stick actually cut me. My face to be exact. We completely panicked. It was a pretty deep cut. We went in and I was freaking out. I think I was crying and everything. Anyway, it was cleaned up and bandaged and we went home. I don't know what happened to my older cousin, but I doubt anything good happened. To this day, I still have a scar on my left cheek. It's still there. I want it to stay there too. It's a part of me and a part of a memory I don't ever want to forget. You see, I'm really protective of people right? So, every time my older and younger cousins get in a fight, I'm always the one who gets in between them. I get knocked around a bit sometimes, but I generally succeed in getting them to stop. So, yeah. That's a part of me and my life.

I want to also say something else though. I'm not tall, like at all. My friends are all at least an inch taller than me if not more. I'm always the one looking up at them. It's kinda annoying, but that's not really the problem. The problem is clothing. What I want to ask the world is WTF are "normal" sizes? Why do you assume that everyone can wear "normal" or "average" sizes? HUH?!!!! Why can't you make clothing specifically for taller or shorter people or create a brand for taller & shorter people. Seriously. Every single time I need to go buy new clothes, (like today for example), I pretty much never find a size that fits in the clothing brands that are supposedly for my age. I actually get embarrassed walking into the stores because I pretty much know nothing is going to fit, or I'm going to look so weird, and my baby face soooo doesn't help anything. I look something like a 5th/6th grader and I'm going into high school. And, for God's sake, I DO NOT want to keep buying clothes from the children section. I'm SICK of it. OKAY? I can't keep doing it. I'm going into high school with these stupid ass prints all because I am too short for the juniors/teens section. God damn it. You know, it's either that I'm too short or my bust size is too small. WTF. WTF does my bust size have to do with it. Sorry for not having a huge rack like some other girls. Jeez. I just don't understand why there can't just be some clothing specifically made for shorter people. MAKE ONE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD!!! Actually, in my future, I plan to also learn how to make dresses/clothing and I'm going to sell one of a kind clothing on Etsy. I'll only make 1 of everything and make them specifically for shorter or taller people, so no one will have the problem I do. Thank you and amen to that.

There's my rant and life story of the day. Did you enjoy it? Good, so go subscribe. It's just on the right. Stop being lazy and move your fat finger across your trackpad already.

Honestly, I don't think anyone actually reads this blog. That's understandable seeing as how I don't promote it at all and it's been about 3 days... or was it 2... whatever.

Needless to say, I am a huge night owl. Even if I go to bed earlier, I generally stay up for about another hour before actually going to sleep. It kinda sucks sometimes. I could use that extra sleep, but I can't use it... urgh... anyone else with these problems?

Anyway, I got back from the little vacation earlier today and came back to a whole bunch of mail! YAY!!! Sorry, I'm like a freebie junkie and I love entering & getting stuff for free. I'm cray cray like that. Of course, the rest of my day contained fanfics... and a lot of them. I love reading fanfics about EXO if they are good, but more often than not, they suck ass. I'm sorry. Some do. Then, I read to the end and I see comments complimenting it. And I'm like, WTF, you thought that was GOOD??? Are you freaking kidding me? Maybe it's because I read a ton of shoujo mangas, so I have a basis for what's good and bad, but seriously? BTW, I know what you are thinking right now. This girl is a freak. It's true. Helloooooo! Did you read the description I wrote of me? Huh? HUH????!!!! I freaking wrote that I was weird. Now, DEAL WITH IT!!!! I'm a freaking otaku, part-time worker, smart asian student, etc. Jeez...

Also, I decided that I would review music first. I figure, Why not?, you know? I have my own taste in music and stuff and I'll write reviews on it. First thing I'll review is the XOXO Repackage Album Hug Version!!! I just got it today and OMG, it's my TREASURE!!! I'll protect it freaking forever. I don't know what I would do if it ever got damaged. If someone did it on purpose, I would probably kill them... okay fine, I wouldn't kill them. I would just permanently hurt them... not really. I would hurt them, but I don't want anything like that hanging over my head. Now that reminds me of the time in 2nd grade when this guy was annoying my friend and because I'm a really loyal friend, I punched him in the stomach. He basically doubled over and I had no clue what to do. I actually tried to pretend I didn't do it. But, I knew I did and guilt basically made me stop pretending. I was crying for a long time. I was (and still am) a pretty messed-up person. I won't really hurt anyone anymore though. That was basically elementary school. Elementary school was my wild days. Usually it's later for people, but for me, elementary school was it. I played football & soccer after school with the guys (I frequently got told off for grabbing shirt collars to tackle people), usually with a friend of mine, and sometimes fake hurt people. I don't really remember what that was, but it wasn't good. I think... I don't remember. Then, 4th grade came and that girl that was that friend that played football & soccer with me basically told me to fuck off. Being told that, I said it right back to her. We had another friend too. She tried to stop us, but we stopped being friends. The other friend went with that friend and I was left alone. I had other friends and I had found other ones too, so I was fine. Now, we're all on good terms with each other, so I can say this all out. Anyway, in middle school, let's just say there were guys afraid of me. I didn't care. I think I actually kind of enjoyed the power, but I knew I had to change as well, so I did. Slowly, I became less and less violent and less and less wild and more and more girly. I'm still quite a tomboy, but I do have girlish tendencies. I will not hesitate to hit you if you are mean or cruel. I don't give a shit. That's who I am. I also still am pretty powerful. At recess, my friends sometimes play this jump on each other/tackle each other game and sometimes they'll do it to me. I'll always throw them off me or twist away. I can be intimidating even if I am only 5'1"/5'2" (A full foot shorter than Tao & Cheondung *cry*...). Anyway, there's my spiel for today on my life.

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Soooo, how's it going? I have a feeling most of my posts are going to start this way, but who knows. Anyway, I'm still on vacation, going back home tomorrow, hopefully to a ton of packages. Kekeke.

By the way, do any of you guys listen to J-Pop, K-Pop, J-Rock, C-Pop? Anyone? Comment below your favorite band/group/singer! Right now, I'm super uber obsessed with EXO & MBLAQ. Thanks a lot Joanna!! Now, I'm like scrambling to see all their variety shows, interviews, you name it. Jeez. I'm scared of myself! 

Anyway, what do you think my first review should be about? Something crappy at school (I'm still on vacay, but when I start school), a health/beauty product, food, a home/garden product, what???!!! 

But, now that I've talked about food, now I want to comment on my lunch. By the way, I'm kinda scatterbrained, I jump around topics a lot, and stuff like that. So, lunch. I went to Pho for lunch with my parents and I ordered this beef, veggies, and rice dish. (Now, that I wrote that, I want to say something else. 1. Don't think that just because I'm a girl, I'm limited to low-calorie foods. FUCK THAT! I don't give a damn honestly. I think you should be able to eat what you want, in moderation, and if you get fatter, work that fat off! 2. Xiumin, if you ever read this, although you probably won't. STOP DIETING! Please! I was scared when I saw a picture and your ribs were showing. I don't need you to diet. I don't even think us fans in general need to you diet. I care more that you are healthy and happy! Please don't take it too far and please don't sacrifice your happiness for us. We love you! Saranghae~! I love you and EXO! Oh, and Tao, Sehun, Saranghae~! Wo ai ni!! Seriously. You guys are the awesomest! Anyway, back to my food...) See what I mean, seriously scatterbrained. Anyway, my food. So, it was this rice dish with thin slices of beef, baby bok choy, brocolli, and this really delicious sauce. The sauce was perfect in my opinion. It wasn't too salty (like P.F. Chang's, sorry but, that shit is salty!) and had a slight sweetness to it. It went perfectly with the beef and veggies. Basically, I loved it. I'm a foodie, but when it comes to writing it all down, I can't really give you a good representation of it. The main thing is that I liked it. However, you have different tastes than mine, so why trust me? Try it for yourself and tell me what you think!

By the way, this is kind of too late to warn you all, but there will be some cursing in this blog. It's kinda part of who I am. Sorry. Didn't you read the description of myself? I told you I was a cursing bitch. *sing-songy* You should've listened~

Anyway, that's about it for today. Comment below what you think my first review should be about.

BTW, if you are a druggie or alcoholic or anything like that. Just GTFO. I don't give a damn. You should be fixing yourself up. Doing drugs or drinking really heavily is NOT helping your life out okay. I don't want you on my blog either, so get out. I don't care. JUST GO.

Alright, that's about it. Bye!

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My name is Cheryl. I'm not gonna tell you my last name, so don't ask, k?
Anyway, I'm a high-schooler currently and I'm creating this blog to give my thoughts on products and sometimes what's happening in life.
You still want to know more about me? Okay, well, like I said I'm a high-schooler. A freshman this year. I blog part-time and also voice-act part time among other things. I use an alias called Cheryl Walker. You might know me, or not. It's not like I'm famous or anything. Anyway... you know what? I'll just use this thing I wrote before. It's pretty accurate. Check it out.

I’m a ridiculously romantic, narcissistic, semi-friendly, semi-depressed, somewhat nice, caring, thinks-one-step-ahead, pretty smart, honest, trustworthy, has a nice smile (idk), hot-tempered, bold, weird, jack-of-all-trades, semi-athletic, foodie, tech savvy, bookworm, voice-acting, blogging, reviewing, high-standards, acts-like-a-guy, kinda cute (idk), bad-ass, cursing bitch.

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