don't touch me, i'm a real live wire

impersonating david byrne appears to be highly correlated with shit going down.

i'm not sure which way it runs.

words i made up when i was little

- owzeeka

- dong-dong

- basklklklklklkl


my mom finally finding those old tapes we'd converted to DVD was probably a mixed blessing. i think i've regressed a few years already.

woozy stuff

i just published a couple of back-entries from china where i couldn't access blogger. it's not much, and i haven't posted pictures yet although if you're my friend on facebook you'll probably have seen them already. perhaps there will be more to come later, when i feel like moving my pictures onto picasa or something.

i did this by hand because the (entirely user-coded) utilities that exist for moving from LJ to blogger still don't work. it's because i love you guys that much.

i'm super jet-lagged (i think the extra two hours from being in seattle kind of seal the deal) and i haven't eaten lunch for two days. grarrr. my friend says it's because my liver hasn't caught up to me yet. i'm just going to go to class and then go home and pass out now.