It's Jyotsana's (blossumpossum's) birthday today but she said not to make a blog about it.

So this blog is about Street Fighter.

Threadless was a school again, and we were all going to meet at "the usual place" for lunch again, which ended up being an Asian fast food/Yoshinoya type of restaurant.

Anyway, Jeff, attempting suicide, jumped off of a two or three story building. So people were running around, seeing if they could help or whatever, but he ended up passing away.

We were all bummed in the restaurant. I remember trying to lighten things by saying "Well, I guess he won't be sitting in that seat anymore" because we all had assigned/preferred seats.

I don't know, I woke up feeling really sad. I'm assuming Jeff didn't actually jump off of a building since last night's bacontaco.

And I'm not really sure what the dream is telling me. I think it means I want to make brolove with Jeff, which is like normal buttlove but we get burgers and play Smash afterward. Burgsesh.

I don't understand how being Scotch-Korean is a contradiction.

On my way to my parents' house, driving down the 5, I could see the white headlights approaching on the left and the brake lights in front of me, sort of waterfalling and rising in semi-uniform rows, and it was that weird time of daynight when the sky was this mix of purple and dark blue and white and orange and yellow and things just felt right, if only for a brief millisecond.

I guess, living the life I do, I have to appreciate the brief happiness I get from car stereos and crayon box skies and the way my glasses catch the lights.

Anyway, how are you all? How are you spending Thanksgiving?

You should probably vote on this if you haven't already.

"Alvin Park has lived in suburbia for far too long, which explains his strange fixation on cracked pavement and dirty walls. His affinity for hopeless romanticism stands only slightly above his love of bittersweet chocolate, French toast, and music by the late, great Elliott Smith. His mother’s homemade cookies are what make life worth living."

We were at a mall. I think we were all just waiting for something or someone because we were just sitting around on some benches.

I was sitting with Becca and I think I was flirting with her and trying to hold her hand, but she was having none of that and got annoyed with me.

And then I was sitting with Omair, and we were having the the kind that we might always have. He mentioned something about having his PSP in his pocket and I told him I had an oldschool Gameboy with Pokemon on it. Because that would apparently be impressive.

And then Rob Schneider walked by because he was shooting a movie at the mall and we were all like "OH MAN, IT'S THAT GUY!" and then he totally sexually harassed me.

I think Mike Bautista was there too, and I think even jenraskopf was mentioned. I'm pretty sure there were others as well.

All in all, watch out for this guy.

If you did what I think you did, thanks so much. You honestly have no idea how much this means to me.

:) :) :)

Because I'm apparently not the type of guy girls date; I'm the type of guy girls marry.

So I thought we could just bypass the dating part and get married.

But it will pretty much be the same. We can still stay up until 11:11 just to make some crazy wishes and count the stars and make up constellations and I'll still stay up late when I know you won't be home until late and sing you silly songs when you're feeling down and hold your hand when we're walking and make you breakfast just because and call you in the middle of the day just to say "Hey, I care about you and I can't wait until I get say that to you in-person" or something that would make you smile and shake your head and we can hang out together or have our alone time when we need it and I'll just always be that much happier the next time I see you.

And you wouldn't have to change your last name or even live with me or have any moral or legal obligation towards me.

Or you know, something like that...

For Han Solo