dying to meet you

Just had the best kimchi, like ever. Seriously good stuff. I have the best bfffff in the world. Saving it for bfast tomorrow.

When I think of Friday, I immediately remember this Thursday. We were heading to the parking lot after spending the entire day at Six Flags. Our uncle who never really spoke a word of Tagalog started singing his on rendition of the song Friday. It went like this: "It's Biyernes, Biyernes. Gotta get down on Biyernes". Dancing was included.

I am seriously psyched for tomorrow. T.G.I.F. is not enough to express just how thankful I am that it's already the weekend. It will be a sort of lonely Friday, but I'll survive. It will be hard, but I'll be alright.

Another reason why I'm looking forward to a few more hours is the fact that I also have fantastic plans. My morning should start out right and my day should end with the BAMF-ing up of my universe. I am commuting to school with The Hamster. It will be too early in the morning, but I can already tell just how much of the funny he will share with me in a few hours. I will also have bfast with my homie. We don't get to hang that much anymore. It's my sched's fault. So there will be take out fries involved. Wait. Is there fries early in the morning? Hmmm... Crossing my fingers.

It's been a week since the EP launch of this amazing band called She's Only Sixteen. Despite me not being able to attend the event, I was able to make sure that I could get a copy of the album. And finally, I will be able to hold it in my hands. Gaaahhh, I wish I had batteries for my walkman. I want to listen to it as soon as I get it from a triplet. Also the EP will be available in music stores. I won't feel so hipster when everyone starts listening to them. Le sigh. But people should know how fantastic they are. It's a small price to pay. But we must do our best to support local music. They are the voice of the people of the revolution. You won't be fooled.

I will save the best for last, so the BAMF-ing will be the best part. The last time I've seen her was last August. I don't know how I survived. It took me so much sheer willpower and guts to make it through the wilderness. Without my BAMF I am nothing, I am nothing without my BAMF. So you can only imagine how excited I am to see her tomorrow. It will involve fries (again) and lots of purikuras at Timezone. It will be so fantastic.

Also I ninja sense that my cheeks will hurt so much tomorrow. Must ready my cheeks for the pinching spree that will go down.

Almost forgot one thing. Hugs. There will be hugs for my huggle buddy. I don't think I will be able to let go. I can do nothing but listen. And be mad. And give virtual text hugs.

But I don't think they are ever enough.

~

Dear Douchebag of the Year Awardee,

Don't break a girl's heart, it's already fragile and precious to begin with. Dudes that are part girls have bulletproof hearts, but a girl's heart must be handled with so much tender loving and care.

Don't mess with a girl's heart because she's willing to give it to you and you wouldn't even need to ask. She'll do it because she can. And because she cares for you that much.

And don't you ever make her cry. Or I will punch you in the face, I will kick you where the sun don't shine, I will give you a German suplex to your left cheek. So don't you dare. If you mess with any of my grrrls?

I will end you.

You better watch out douchebag.

p.s.

What the hell is wrong with you? God.

- >:)