August 20th, 2006


=_= (Sorry guys, another one)

Dear You-Know-Who-You-Are,

I'm leaving this public just for you.

Listen sweetheart, I am really, really tired, and have just come back from a day full of failed house-hunting. I do not need to deal with you, not right now. In fact, I'm going to make myself perfectly clear right here. I do not want to talk to you.

I do not find your trashtalk titillating in the least. I do not find your drunken marriage proposals amusing either, never mind the fact that I don't really swing that way.

So please stop IMing me on MSN and AIM please. It's annoying and I am not going to click your spammed porn links tyvm just because you think I'd look good in them.

Also: although I am one of the most self-conscious, slow-to-trust/commit sort of people that ever existed but... I'm sure pretty sure the reason I don't like your constant pestering me has very little do with the fact that Sarah and Laura will leave my "lustful lesbian orgy" at the thought of another woman in my life. o.O; Particularly because if there was one, my memory's clearly never been sent an invitation.


In other news: went house-hunting today in Waterloo because my average was, quite literally .832 below the minimum requirement for my major (and quite frankly, I know too well I'm not cut out for Actuarial so I'm not fighting that) and my parents wanted me to go back a semester early in order to bump up my grades somehow in order to switch to another major. Thus, house-hunting. Somewhere in the middle of the failure (I managed to call the same number three times because she owns three different houses in the neighborhood--she had a free room but the house was occupied completely by boys and parents weren't happy with that) they decided that hey! Perhaps she should take Accounting in college while I was busy deciding, and go back to school in January. And thus we drove home.

Also, my mother asked me if I was pregnant. In the form of "*glares* Have you been doing anything bad?!" (in Chinese) Now, yes I've been getting fat and I've missed my time of the month twice in a row but... unless I really did miss something important, there's not much chance of my actually being pregnant. o.O; I just want to know why she was so steeled towards expecting the worst when I clearly was totally unconcerned about that possibility when I mentioned it. I don't know if that was funny or just awkward.
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