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Sk8iNJoHnNy: you should of went to EDC!! while i was there I remember thinking, Leah is would have loved this
olivejuiceleah: dudee
LOL
tiffany thought that too
you guys are really really amazing for thinking of me

I love it when my friends know what I would love :) and accept me even if I roll a different way sometimes <3 Idk, just makes me happy.

(via fuckyeahmichy)

ME TOO!!!!

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so “mature”.  I consider my mom’s opinion and permission in EVERYTHINGG because we have a very good trust relationship and I’m well aware it takes two to keep that going. But let’s say I was like my most of my peers who just DID stuff without asking their mom, then I’d be able to donate blood today so Helen and I could get two backstage passes for when we go to Warped this Friday. To think that is the worst thing I’d do without listening to my mom. She’s unreasonable and treasures my blood way too much. But I’m still not willing to disobey her…because I love her -_-

edit: I guess I am most annoyed right now because she threatened to not let me go to Hong Kong if I donated blood..and that is just mega -________-. And Jackiee I have donated blood at school the last two years and she thinks it’s getting out of hand.. LOL Even though people do it like every two months. Sigh whateverr. Sorry Helen :/

So I just came upstairs from the casino downstairs from Morongo :( After losing 200 dollars…my mom just told me to come upstairs and sleep. I didn’t even want to go down in the first place!! As much as I hate being stuck in a hotel room for two days straight watching Disney Channel nonstop with two babies and a feverish 6th grader…I didn’t feel like looking normal and going out to the casino either LOL But once you’re there..man it’s addicting. Too bad addiction sometimes = LOSS.

But when I was playing blackjack, I started losing really badly when this boy started talking to me. LOL This is not another gay story of me trying to be forward with a boy or whatever.. cause I’m seriously not any hotter at 2am than I usually am..so I ain’t going to be trying any moves! But he was just really nice. The whole thing was just really cute, in a very amusing made-me-smile-not-fluttery-but—just-smile-way. I suck at blackjack. The only reason I did well the first time I went to Morongo is cause I had beginner’s luck…but that train left the station like… after that day. So this one old guy at the end of the table had three freaking spots! He was playing all of them with hundreds LOL and yelling crazy stuff in korean. THAT was the cute part. Then this cute korean boy was just like lovingg the old guy and the old man kept giving this cute korean guy advice. It was soo cute. Then when both of them realized I seriously sucked, the korean man started yelling stuff at me in Korean. I had to tell him I wasn’t korean. The Korean boy started talking to me before the old guy tried to help though, just asking me questions etc. He had to help me translate what the old guy was saying and it was cute, cause the old guy still tried to help and also talk to me in Chinese. He actually knew a lot. When he told me to hit, and I bust for once, he said sorry in Chinese over and over again. I think he was buzzed and REALLY bubbly. But for once, -I stayed relatively shy this whole time- I perked up and I said Kinchenahh! :) Which means It’s Okay in korean. I’ve ALWAYS wanted to say that…because that’s my favorite korean phase. And it was just cute, the three of us trying to beat the dealer at this casino gamee. And it didn’t hurt that the Korean boy was really really cute. He wasn’t really a BOY. He was like out of college..but still really friendly and chill at the same time. Our conversation throughout our short time at the table was likeee thiss

Boy: So how was your night?
Me: To be honest.. LOL it’s like my second time gambling.
Boy: Ohhh hahhaa I seeee.
Me: Yeah.. so who are you here with tonight?
Boy: …Uhhh hahahah
Me: Are you here with him?
Crazy old man: Korean koreankoreankorean yelling at the dealer waving his hands in the air LOL
Boy: NO LOL But this guy is crazy. I’m uhh
Me: -are you here by yourself?
Boy: uhh hahahha yeah *legit blushing for the first time..not so slick*..
Me: LOL It’s okay that’s coool :)
Boy: So who are you here with?
Me:.. UMMM LOL
Boy: Friends?
Me: I’m here with my mom actually. Hahhaahhaha.
Boy:.. oh really? HAHAHA, I mean..that’s cool..that’s cool.
Me: LOL it’s okay, that means I’m not much off better than you. We’re equal :)
——-We talked about school and he told me how SD is actually really cool and I’ll like it and he likes it cause his brother went there etc he asked about what I was studying and I actually told him my plans for the future. Basically he distracted me from making good judgement calls..if I even had any for the game. Not cause he was like hot, which he was, but because it was..genuine nice conversation. Too bad it had to take place at a blackjack table?? And we would stop frequently to laugh or take advice from the old guy, still cashing in hundreds. Finally..

Me: Omgg :( *embarrassed* I only have two chips left.. LOL *hold up my two chips*
Boy: HAHHA It’s okay…*holds up his hand* I only have one chip left. So I guess…I’m not much better off than you either :) 
We both bust and he leaves, cause it’s his last game. I play one more, and I’m out too. But he’s gone before I know where he is or ever had a chance to say goodbye.

And the whole time as I walk back to the room and take the elevator I’m thinking…isn’t that sad when this happens in life? You meet people, you have really good conversations, share your moments over something, anything, with total strangers..and then boom, you never see them again? That’s such a sad..but I guess good thing in life. Cause I’m just amused and happy, that that blackjack table happened this weekend. Most tables are just quiet, while everyone tries to do their thing, maybe adding comments once in awhile. But I kind of really liked this old korean man and this very good looking boy. They made me feel welcome and for once I didn’t pretend like a regular. I was able to straight up tell them I was 18 -when the drunk old man asked- and that I sucked at blackjack. And it was okay because mr old man was an eccentric drunk who was intense on gambling and the boy..well I guess I’ll always wonder why he decided to come to Morongo on a Monday night by himself and where he got that smile from.:) So I guess 200 bucks is worth these kind of moments and afterthoughts right? LOL Maybe I’ll just stop gambling, or maybe I’ll bump into both of these men one day when I’m much better at blackjack <3