blegh.

came home early because i think i have the stomach flu. :[

whatever "it" is, it's traveling throughout our whole hall. nastiness.

and grr.

sometimes i wish my mom wasn't such a BIG MEANIE (i want to use other words to describe her but i will refrain). damn. all i ask for is ONE FUCKING BOOK because i don't want to pay a bajillion dollars to have it shipped from korea. i always send shit over there like MAC makeup because it's hella expensive and she doesn't complain then, but when i ask for one nine dollar book to be preordered and i even tell her that i'm willing to compensate for the price and shipping too she raises her damn voice and goes, "i'll think about it." which means a HELL NAW in korean-mom-anese.

fuck that. i'm going to get my grubby fingers on tablo's pieces of you english version if it KILLS me.