chicken noodle soup

I hate talking about money with people.

The way they discuss money always makes me feel so...unfortunate? "Oh, ask your parents." Or "Oh, the only reason I don't like working is because my parents won't give me money anymore." Uh, WTF. And then I never want to talk about my own situation or relate their scenario to mine, because the way they talk makes me feel like they won't understand. And then I can't agree with what they say or anything, because I'm not in the same boat. I just end up feeling like they're kind of...spoiled.


He always assumes things. Why must you insist on making an ass of you and me yourself?




Irvington's Senior Ball was yesterday. It was fun. Bo was the SWEETEST DATE EVER. Gosh deng. I wish American kids were like that.

I also found out on Saturday that my first hand to hold is a gentleman who will walk you to your door. =]

Aw, maybe there is hope for the world after all.

So anyway, at one point on the dance floor, the "song" was a bunch of sirens going off in the background, and then some voice starts singing, "Chicken Noodle Soup!"

Before I could stop myself, I literally turned around and blurted, "What the fuck?" Pause. Bo started laughing, but...chicken noodle soup? Where do they come up with this crap?