it's march! holy crap. i have no idea where time goes. okay, so i do; it goes into the past. but now we're getting all abstract and shit so i'm going to stop.

debra came to visit :D i wish i had more time (and a reliable car) to go to berkeley and visit. i missed her. we ate enough so that i wouldn't forget her for the rest of the night though.

i joined thefacebook.com, basically a friendster only for stanford. my life is over. i signed up really late at night to procrastinate, basically copied and pasted my friendster profile into it, didn't add any friends, and went to bed. i woke up, logged on, and somehow half a dozen people had found me in the hours when all normal people should be asleep or [sadly] in class. great for stalking, but i have realized that no one at stanford inspires my well-honed stalker tendencies anymore. what a waste.

however, the main point of this post was to relate yet another stupid christina moment. yes, it's been a while since i've mentioned any (but i assure you there have been many). so today after showering, i'm blowdrying my hair, not really paying attention, when i feel my hair get caught. my gimpy blowdryer is still blowing, and i see that quite a few strands of hair are stuck in the back. ooh i am so smooth. it takes a while for me to realize i should turn off the blowdryer, but by then, it's too late anyway. had to snip off the stuck strands.

lesson of the day: children, blowdryers are dangerous. or maybe that only applies to people like me. :(

why is this song stuck in my head? - "hands down" by dashboard confessional. it makes me a little sad and nostalgic, as if remembering a time when emotion was pure and sincere and now it no longer exists. at least it seemed true back then.

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"Hands Down" -Dashboard Confessional

breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep
this air is blessed, you share with me
this night is wild, so calm and dull
these hearts they race from self control
your legs are smooth as they graze mine
we're doing fine, we're doing nothing at all

my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
so won't you kill me, so i die happy?
my heart is yours to fill or burst
to break or bury or wear as jewelry
whichever you prefer

the words are hushed, lets not get busted
just lay entwined here, undiscovered
safe in here from all the stupid questions
"hey, did you get some?"
man, that is so dumb
stay quiet, stay near, stay close, they can't hear...
so we can get some

my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
so won't you kill me, so i die happy?
my heart is yours to fill or burst
to break or bury or wear as jewelry
whichever you prefer

hands down, this is the best day i can ever remember
i'll always remember the sound of the stereo
the dim of the soft lights
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together
the streets were wet
and the gate was locked so i jumped it
and i let you in
and you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it
and i knew that you meant it
that you meant it
that you meant it
and i knew
that you meant it
that you meant it