I said it once, I'll say it again. Girls who drive stickshift are so fucking sexy. I was driving back from this sports bar with lil tonight when a del sol pulled up next to me at a stoplight on Northern Blvd. I glance over and saw two Asian girls, sittin pretty in their little convertible. They weren't especially hot, just decent looking. While waiting for the light, I heard the revving of their engine that can only be done with a 5spd and the growl of an aftermarket exhaust. Instanly, their sexy points doubled. "She doesnt want to race does she" asked my pointy chinned passenger. Just then, the light turned green and they took off. I quickly floored the gas, dumped the clutch and caught up to them about a block down. By 3rd gear, I had my sexy counterparts by about a car's length and was still pulling on them, so I decided to call it quits. I figured I made my point and that getting pulled over for racing on Northern wouldnt be the best thing for me considering my financial situation.

The point of the story is: if you are not HOT but would like to become hot, and you dont feel like spending thousands of dollars on plastic surgery....learn how to drive stick and buy a exhaust for your car. Instant sexy-ness.

I strongly feel that I should stop going to K-town. I think that street and I are not meant to be. The last 2 times I was there, my sister's car alarm remote malfunctioned and I wasn't able to disable the fucking alarm. Hence, I could not drive away. Last night, while I was chilling with the visiting Michigan heads at BLUE, some fucker(s) broke into my car. What did they take you ask? Was it my stereo, my CDs, my radar detector that was fucking detector that was sitting on the dash??? No~! They fucking stole a bastketball that I had in my trunk. A FUCKING BALL is what they broke into my car for. In the process, they fucked up my lock, in which I can no longer turn my key. So now, everytime I wanna get into my car, I gotta open up the fucking passenger side door, and lean over to unlock the driver's side door. What a fucking Bitch~! The worst part is that shit is probably going to cost at least 2 bills to fix. All for what? A FUCKING Basketball.~!!

Toilet Paper

I got a pseudo informational-leading to potential internship possibility interview with Morgan Stanley on Weds. I am extremely nervous about it. It took me a whole 30 mins and two cigs to gather up the nerve to call this guy up and schedule something with him. I realized that I have a big problem talking to professionals, exprecially white ones. I hope I dont fuck this shit up.

Well, this week should be better than last week. I have a lil more spending money, my parents left me home by myself for a week and change, and I actually have an interview to prepare for. On top of that, Jenny will be returning from the motherland and a few people will be visiting fro Mich. Fun fun fun...

OMG, someone please find me a job. These stoopid, yet very interesting quizes, are what I resort to to kill time.



Take the What Sex Position Are You? test by Ley Ley

Please do this car nut a favor and take this quiz.

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Which car are you?

Can someone please show me how to get an interview?

For the past 2-3 weeks, I've been editing, revising, researching, thesaurus-izing my resume and cover letter to make Me, more appealing to employers. Everyday, I hit the send & recieve button, sending a little part of me out into the corporate world, hoping someone might find the last 20 years of my life interesting and give me an opportunity to work for them. And everyday,......nothing. absolutely nothing returns. Not a "Yes, We'd like you to come in for an interview". Not even a "sorry, you're not what we are looking for". Just a vast silent empty Nothing. Which is about all that remains of my self-confidence. I'd like to blame my unemployment on the market. I keep on telling my parents that the reason why I am waking up at 2PM and watching TV all day is because the economy is bad and that no one is hiring. The truth is, the marlet isn't that bad, and that a few companies are hiring. They just dont want to hire me. AiiiEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!! Welcome to McDonald's~! Would you like to supersize that?"

I was cleaning off my desk tonight and I came across a copy of the Stuy Alumni Newsletter. I began flipping through it and stopped at a letter written by a student at stuy recalling what he saw on Sept 11th.

Diary of a Mad Senior by Dylan Tatz
"So what did you learn in school today?" On Spt 11th, I gave a horribly truthful answer to this familiar question. "I learned that it is easy to tell a falling body from a piece of falling debris because bodies fall much faster." We stood in the 9th floor chemistry lab for almost an hour, shocked by the sight of men and women in expensive clothes glancing back into what was once their office, before throwing themselves towards the chaotic sidewalk hundreds of feet below. Some appeared to have a running start while others stood at the edge until the flames licked their skin and pushed them off into the endless cloud of smoke. Some held hands, while others preferred to dive alone into whatever fate followed that smoke.

I dont know why I am still dwelling on Sept 11th. It was so long ago, and although no one will ever forget what happened, people in NYC for the most part, have moved on. However, I still get very emotional everytime I read something or see something on TV about the WTC. Perhaps it was because I went to HS three blocks away or because I was so familiar with that neighborhood. The other day I was driving around lower manhattan and I got lost admist all the construction and one way streets. Soon, I found myself driving on the Westside Highway right alongside what use to be the WTC. I havent been that close to ground zero before. Although I was driving by and I only managed a few looks, the images were incredible. The magnitude of the destruction was surreal. Ground Zero is basically just a hole in the ground now with a bunch of cranes and bulldozers. But HOLY FUCKING SHIT what a hole. It was the size of a football field. I just couldn't believe that it was so huge. All I could do was imagine was what it would have been like if I'd still went to Stuy and I was there that day.

Wow, I didnt know everyone cared so much. I feel so special. So in return, I will reveal who my mystery girl is to you all, even the ones I do not know. So yea, the girl is Esther Kim. Class of 2002. Korean. From College Point, NY. Really nice hair. Fucking cute as hell.

Yea, yea....so she has been the object of my infatuation for the past two years. My unicorn, my "fabled creature that can never be captured" (if you can name that line, you are truely a movie buff). I didnt really expect/want anything to happen when I told her. I just wanted to let her know that I was "fond" of her. Yes, Yes, hopeless I know.