My cup isn't even half-full, it's empty.
I'm just trying to find ways to fill it.

THUY-TIEN | 22 | TEXAS



I'm optimistic to a fault; but more often than not, I am a realist. Things don't often go my way, but I always hope for something better. I'm not interesting and I don't post much. Whatever; feel free to look around. :) or ask me a question.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

I want to write… (or type, rather)

but alas, I have nothing to write about… Though, I’m not sure if I actually want to write or if I just want to hear the clacking of my fingers typing on my keyboard. My sweet laptop… I know I haven’t treated you well, but you know that I love you so. The keyboard on any other computer is just never as good… the typing never flows as well. I have to actually look at the keys/screen when I use other computers. This is probably going to be an uninterrupted train of thought. I’m sorry if any of this doesn’t make sense, but I probably won’t proofread this. However many words this passage ends up becoming depends on how long as I feel like typing. I’m sorry. You’re probably just going to see that this is a giant wall of text written by me and you won’t read it. I understand, I really do. I only really read text walls if I like you or your style of writing. I think I’m currently watching the TODAY show because it is on. Right now, there is a commercial about Houston schools’ DIRTY CAFETERIAS… AND NOW THERE’S PAULA DEEN FOR STAR FURNITURE! I wonder if her pieces are butter scented. I don’t know how I’d really feel about that, but if I had the money, I would buy it just for the fact that I will own furniture that smells like butter. OR MAYBE THESE PIECES CAN BE RIDDEN! Oh God. I shouldn’t be allowed to type.

There are currently two nurses in here asking me questions. I should probably stop typing for now. … HAHA, I like how most of the nurses we end up getting are usually Filipinas and speak to each other in Tagalog. I’m trying to be really stealthy while typing this… I don’t like when I can’t hear my typing sounds. Is that weird?

This nurse is asking me questions and her accent is so thick. I don’t even know how many times I have said “excuse me?” I feel rude about that, but I’m really trying to understand everything she says.

There is a local morning show on right now… “greatday houston.” This woman’s make-up is bothering me so much. I really don’t like when people don’t apply their make-up properly. I’m going to start sounding like a bitch, but her fake eyebrows are drawn on too high and her eyeshadow is reminiscent of mid-late 90’s style with the white eyeliner over the lids. Her eyes are naturally small and this style of eye-makeup doesn’t flatter her. Her lipstick is also too dark. I just want people to be as pretty and close to natural as possible. If you’re going to have too much make-up on, make sure you’re not shiny and on camera in Hi-Def… I just read that I typed. I do sound like a bitch, but with good intentions!

Oh, so I guess I have to stop typing now. I have to relocate into the waiting room. [I don’t know what’s worse… the waiting or the waiting room. You’re next sir” becomes a cruel taunt to you. Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectantttt. YOUR GOD, IS A TWO-DOOR ELEVATOR.] … my bad, every time I say “waiting room,” Accidents by Alexisonfire pops into my head. Anyway, bye bye.

  1. tackyyetrefined said: u make me happi
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