don't feed the ducks.

Subject:	how undignified.
Time:	9:07 am.
Mood:	disgusted.

ugh.

Yes, it is Monday. Yes, it is nine in the morning. Yes, there are only two other people in this computer lab, including myself.

But there is still no good reason for you people to be making out in the row in front of me.

none, nil, nada.

I'm already grounchy. no need to make me sick too.

Here are: 1 happy noise - doot!

Time:	7:21 pm.
Mood:	pissed off.

i got new shoes.

to go along with that happy fact is the knowledge that I nearly got run over about fifteen minutes ago. As did my dad.

Biking is dangerous business in this area, apparently.

My dad had to jerk his wheel sideways to keep it from hitting some stupid car while it was turning. I'll forgive the driver tho, because he immediately screeched to a halt and started apologizing.

And then five minutes later, I was sorely tempted to yell "Watch out, you stupid fuck" to the car that nearly ran me over in its hurry to make a left turn, but my dad was about twenty feet away, so i decided to practice self-restraint.

But then he stopped to make sure i was still in one piece, and another car honked at him.

No wonder my sister got run over a couple months ago on her bike.

The next time I go out in this area, I'm seriously going to consider accidentally "getting run over" by one of these assholes. And then steal their money in the following process, of course.

Yes, I'm going to make sure everyone one of these reckless drivers in the San Fernando Valley pay dearly... one at a time...

Here are: 2 happy noises - doot!

Time:	6:41 pm.
Mood:	amused.

It's bad news when the fish guy at the asian market decides to flirt with you when he's weighing fish for your mother who is standing not even two feet from you.

At least he didn't try to talk to me or anything. He just winked at me numerous times. Numerous because I was too dense to notice until the fourth one.

If he had spoken to me, I wonder what the conversation would have been like.

He: You like them salmon?
Me: ...Yeah, I like them salmon. Have a nice day.

Here are: 2 happy noises - doot!

Time:	9:26 pm.
Mood:	embarrassed.

It began as a quiet, normal afternoon at the Shin residence. It was perhaps 5:30. Ruby realizes that she needs to get her purse from the kitchen.

She hums as she slowly heads over to the other side of the house. Just as she entered the doorway, something scurried around the corner and dashed straight at her...!

.....

Forget that shit, I fucking squealed like a stuck pig! And I will quote: "AIEEEEE!!!" And then I did the whole dash-onto-the-nearest-chair-and-look-down-from-a-safe-position deal that you see the stupid girl who plays the part of the inane ditz on a teen movie do whenever she sees an itty-bitty bug.

Except that this wasn't a bug, it was a mouse. I don't think it would have been so bad if only I had expected the mouse to suddenly appear and run at/by me. But it was so unexpected...ugh.

Of course, a minute after I registered the fact that it was just a mouse, I felt incredibly stupid. S.t.u.p.i.d. (Yes, capital S and everything.) I screamed like I have never screamed before. Ever. EVAAAARRR.

My parents had been telling me that a mouse snuck into the house and was inhabiting the kitchen. But I thought it was my mom just being delusional.

Nothing like an experience involving screaming your pants off to make you rethink some things.

Here are: 3 happy noises - doot!

Time:

7:40 pm.

So, our apartment

(Kristin, Mario, Me, Winnie) decided to throw a potluck this past friday night.

Other than the fact that tension ran [very] high and death threats to one another were [very] common, we managed to get our apartment ready and festive by 5 pm friday.

Our walls generally looked like this.

We had enough food, amazingly, even though several people decided they would be too lazy and not bring some. (Next time they decide to run that one by us again, I will generously smack them at the door. And refuse them entry, naturally. But only after the smacking.)

We only had enough food because Mario, Kristin, and Winnie killed themselves 24 hours earlier preparing turkey, stuffing, yams, three lasagnas, cake, and cupcakes. (Read: Ruby does not cook. She merely eats.)

Here's Winnie with our lovely turkey.

Fun times were had by most. 35 people+ were there at one point or another.

Priya, Katie, and Princess Haley.

Brandon, Me, Winnie, and Jon.

Me and bf.

That's Tom and Budi in the last picture. Budi's name is pronounced "Booty". Yeah, I laughed too. He's a silly asian boy. And you see Tom? If you know Winnie and me, trust me: You'll hear more about Tom in the future. Tom, tom, tom, tom.

Anyway.

And I have to include this picture. Cuz Winnie looks drunk. Haha. And the person with half their face is Jon. This picture was supposed to be of her and Jon. Oh well. It's the effort (drunken or otherwise) that counts, right?

...doot!

Here are: 6 happy noises - doot!

Time:	8:53 pm.
Mood:	grumpy.

It's depressing, when you're home --with absolutely nothing to do and bored out of what's left of your mind-- and a friend invites you to a party he's having at his place.

And of course you can't go, because said party just happens to be seven hours away.

So, instead, I will continue sitting here at home. Playing pokemon (the Ruby version, of course) on my sister's Gameboy Advance. And pray that Wednesday comes quickly. But then again, it'd probably arrive without my realizing it, since i haven't really been paying attention to the days here. I only realized that it was Friday like an hour ago, when my sister generously told me --No, I do not go to school tomorrow.

Well, excuse me. Life just kinda floating by me right now. There's nothing worth paying attention to, so why put any unnecessary effort into knowing everything that's going on when I simply do not care.

Being home positively kills my brain cells. I sit around. And eat. And sit around some more. If i didn't go around picking my sisters up from school, my car would rot in the garage.

How my parents could insist that I'm an adult now whose in control of her own life when they don't let me out past five is just utterly beyond me.

I've talked to Jon every freaking day for the past week. At least once a day. Either he's very bored up in Davis, or he's worried.

What's there to worry about.

Absolutely nothing. *big smile*

And why the fuck does AIM keep coming out with new fucking versions. I don't give a shit about their point nine and half new version. As if being able to go invisible with the last one isn't enough. When do you actually use those bullshit features anyway. AIM needs to fuck off and die.

Except, then i wouldn't be able to talk to people online.

Zinger.

Here are: 2 happy noises - doot!

Subject:	Egads!
Time:	1:53 pm.

No internet.

No TV.

No hot guys.

Yes, this leaves us with a very unhappy Ruby.

I won't have internet for like... another month. I was hardly able to make it through a week. TV? I could live without TV.

Hot guys? Well, Winnie and I are working on that.

There's probably more that I want to say right now, but now that i'm finally sitting in front of a computer (in a lab on campus) with an annoyingly stiff keyboard, i find that I don't have anything to share.

Summer school is boring. But living in an apartment with Winnie is an adventure everyday. We are having a fun time (when we're not pissed off about being ripped off by the dumb ass bookstore across the street).

Poma, Ada, Angela, Robin. I will see you ladies in a couple days. Poma, don't make me burn your luggage. Ada, you need to tell me about your past month. Angela, we love you, don't ever doubt it. Robin, we're going to have fun corrupting people.

Miss you all.

Here are: 4 happy noises - doot!

Subject:	My productive moment...
Time:	8:03 pm.
Mood:	bored.

I lodged a complaint to the maker of the following quickkwiz today.

My Complaint:
Your "What is your Best sexual skill?" is entirely misleading.

I expected you to tell me what my best sexual skill is (as stated in the title) --since QuickKwiz is all knowing and can tell me anything and everything, from the fact that Brad Pitt is my lover to how many gray hairs George Bush has. However, you merely told me my flirting/kissing/cudding --what the hell is 'cudding' anyhow--/ and sex skill level.

How very lame.

Yea, that's me. Romping across the world, saying my piece, and trying to make it a better place for everyone.

Three more days until I'm driving up to Davis. Yes, I may still be bored out of my mind up there, but at least i'd be on my own and bored.

meep meep.

Here are: 1 happy noise - doot!

Time:	5:28 pm.
Mood:	cranky.

driving in downtown LA is a bitch.

And being a bitch rubbed off on me today while driving.

See, there was traffic. Lots of cars. And a very impatient Ruby wanted to make a left turn. But once again, there were too many cars.

So many cars that the cars going in the opposite direction were lined up past Ruby's car.

But instead of being generous and civilized, the cars continued to stop six inches behind the car in front of them, instead of six feet, thereby not leaving enough room for the poor drivers (AHEM, ME!) to turn while they waited for the traffic to move again.

Minutes had gone by.

But, once again, the asshole of a driver decided not to leave a nice gap in front of his car. So there was no room for Ruby to turn. His car was stopped right beside hers. If she had rolled down her window, and he his, she could have stretched out and smacked him.

But, alas, both windows stayed up.

So instead, she gave him the glare of death.

Okay, so it wasn't a glare, exactly. It wasn't narrowed or malicious enough. But it was definitely not a friendly stare.

The other driver fidgeted behind his wheel, eyes turning to glance at Ruby --but stopping right before meeting her eyes-- and then flinching back to stare at the car in front of him, as if wondering why the car wasn't moving.

Yes, it's called traffic, buddy. And you're causing more of it by not letting the couple dozen cars on the opposing side of the street make their fucking left turns.

His eyes must have flickered from the car in front of him to Ruby's shoulders a dozen times before he finally snuck into another lane.

And Ruby finally thought that she was going to turn--

but another car scooted forward to replace the one that left.

Fuck.

Here are: 2 happy noises - doot!

Time:	9:49 pm.
Mood:	critical.

An interesting tidbit. (as shared on datingtips.com)

"I have seen far too many women fall prey to emotionally or physically abusive men...Some general behavior patterns that point to a potentially abusive man include: possessiveness/jealousy, insults, suffocation, encouragement to abandon friends and activities..."

Yes, thank you Mr. Obvious. I have enough faith in the female species that I will say that even a half-brained female will be able to figure out that suffocation is indeed a warning sign for an abusive partner.

Whether or not we actually decide to heed the acknowledgement is another matter.

But yes. Thank you for the information. I, in return to show my gratitude, will tell you that the sky is blue and that shit stinks.

I've been on an updating frenzy lately. Someone come to their senses and make me stop.

Here are: 2 happy noises - doot!

Subject:	UGH!
Time:	11:12 pm.
Mood:	curious.

ugh, what is that?! WHAT IS THAT!

That...thing! What. the. fuck.

A giant marble penis-head with legs? Appearing out of the mysterious gray mists to devour innocent virgins?

*imagines giant penis running through forests chasing thinly clad, toga-wearing, long-haired nymphs who wear wreaths of flowers in their hair*

Yes.

That is quite frightening.

But I don't get it. Basically, my dreams involve wildlife, occasionally feature giant penis monsters, are surreal and usually about sex.

And yet, they will come true.

*imagines giant penis running through forests chasing a thinly clad, toga-wearing, long haired Ruby who is wearing wreaths of flowers in her hair*

Wow. Do I rue the day.

Here are: 2 happy noises - doot!

Subject:	GAH!
Time:	10:36 am.
Mood:	amused.

So, my mom has been yelling at me. A lot.

So what's new.

(She just won't stop nagging me about apartment-related stuff. Do you have furniture, what bed are you getting, do you have electricity, etc. I think I'm going to hurl.)

So I finally get off my lazy ass to make some necessary phone calls, the first being to the electricity/gas company.

I was finally able to install the new phone set by dad got us (see couple entries below about plastic -- oh, and btw, my dad got that thing open in four seconds flat. Sometimes, i really hate men.) But seeing as how it was new and everything, I was wary about using it.

And so. I guess I dialed the phone number too slow.

And the phone connected me to someone else before I was able to finish inputting the numbers. Cuz when i put the phone by my ear, the following is what I heard:

*Ring*

"Hello! Are you feeling horny? Well, for only 69 cents..."

...GAH?! I had called some phone sex hotline? WTF? The only thing i wanted being "turned on" was my gas and electricity. That's all. None of this 69 cents business.

I hung up and glared at the phone. I redialed the number that Winnie gave me, this time at a more normal pace.

And luckily, I got the electric company. Wooh. I'm not completely incompetent after all.

...So.

Anyone feeling horny? I can pass the phone sex hotline number to you. And, you know what, they're only 69 cents per...

Here are: 6 happy noises - doot!

Time:	11:13 pm.
Mood:	thirsty.
Music:	J Kwon : Tipsy.

I'm updating again. Poor you. I'm inflicting multiple entries on you this time.

I'm putting up pictures from my family excursion to the zoo. Well, my family minus my dad. He had to work. Party pooper.

( A picture of my two sisters... )

Here are: 2 happy noises - doot!

Time:	10:29 pm.
Mood:	annoyed.
Music:	Sisqo : The Thong Song.

What a piece of shit.

I do assure you, it's the work of the devil and the bane of my existence.

You know what i'm talking about.

Plastic.

Yes, plastic.

I'm not talking about pathetic saran wrap or anything like that. I'm talking about the plastic that encases merchandise you find in stores. You know, with two sides of plastic sealed together, the descriptive piece of cardboard between the plastic and around the merchandise in which the plastic was sealed.

...Okay, you have no idea what the fuck i'm talking about. But lucky you, I took pictures. (Yes, this what happens to me during the summer. I sit around doing worthless shit until my brain rots and falls out of my ear.)

There. You see the plastic that encases the damn phone?

I have tried to chomp it with scisscors. (How the fuck do you spell that.)

I tried to stab it with a knife.

I tried to glare it to death.

And, as you can see in the pictures, it's all to no avail.

Mayhap, I will try fire.

Gr... who knew plastic could be so damn frustrating.

Here are: 7 happy noises - doot!

Subject:	Interesting...
Time:	6:50 pm.
Mood:	impressed.

I usually don't like to post these things because they're pretty pointless, but this one caught my eye.

Who is in your celebrity family? by cerulean_dreams
User Name
Mom	Meryl Streep
Dad	Ben Stiller
Brother	Justin Timberlake
Sister	Christina Aguilera
Dog	Otis
Boyfriend	Steve Irwin
Best friend	Owen Wilson

Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

Yes. Steve Irwin the Crocodile Hunter is my boyfriend.

A girl really couldn't ask for more.

Here are: 5 happy noises - doot!

Time:	9:33 pm.
Mood:	pleased.
Music:	Hoobastank : Reason.

mine. mine. mine. mine.

Say hello to the 2005 Scion tC. The other two models that Scion has out are fugly. They've actually managed to crank out a good looking car this time. Third time's the charm, i suppose.

But I don't get it for a couple days. They still have to finish putting the CD player and stuff in.

And then there's all that paper work (aka bullshit).

But then it's mine. mine. mine.

I think I'm going to dub it Luke. Or Jeremy.

meep meep.

Here are: 16 happy noises - doot!

Subject:	for the fourth.
Time:	2:42 pm.
Mood:	mellow.

I met the woman who played Marcia Brady from the Brady Bunch.

Word.

Apparently, she lives right next door to Poma. And I do distantly remember Poma telling me such nonsense in the past. I just never paid attention. I'm not sure if I still do.

But yeah. Her dog so stepped on my foot.

What a charmer.

But the best part of that day was after the barbeque was finished. The girls and I were getting into the moonbounce, courteously making the effort not to step on the little children from around the neighborhood who were already in it.

When one of the little girls looks at us and shrieks--

"No moms allowed!"

I nearly fell out of the moonbounce.

No moms? Well, excuse me.

Little kids. Got to love them. If you don't, you're left with the only other choice: strangle them. Personally, i'm not a fan. A fan of loving them, i mean. But I'm always open to strangling people, young or old. no age discrimination. :)

Anyway, once we got over the initial shock of the girl's protest, we found it pretty funny.

Although, getting into that moonbounce after eating all that food was definitely not one of my brighter ideas.

Here are: 2 happy noises - doot!

Time:	2:27 am.
Mood:	drunk.
Music:	Boys to maen.

heLLO everyone this is haley! I AM drunk so ywah i thought it woudlc be funny id i posted cu z ya know. Ok so i dranka shcmirnagfff really fast fcusz we thought the cops were coming but hey diddn't. and so yeah that was fun. then i drank tequilla and it was good i drank i duno who mucj of it cuz it was touttal the hanel anfd stuff. i licked priya nd winnie licked me it was fun. garner thought it was cool i didn't get it. wow i am giong to be embarrased by this i can tele. it was pretty fun thought i met uor neightboysrs they were coll. i am waiting to go pee abgoin before i go to bed. i iam drunk still! oy vey ok i better go ruby is gedtttinhg ready for bed. i need to sleep too! nighty yall!

Haley (drunkiedn haley i sould say i guess)

PS thanks yuall froot eh watch and wallet!

Here are: doot!

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