so it's pretty hard to type. it's a saturday night and i'm home by myself. nam's friends all left, nam left with them to do car stuff. and i decided i wanted to stay home, though i wish he was here with me.
today we were suppose to go to look at bikes with megan but they closed a little early, and joan got off a little too late.
yesterday was july 4th, and nam and i went to andrew's house. can i just say marysvillians are crazy with their fireworks. i'm assuming that it's because boom city is in maryville, and seriously, if you had a deck, you could see marysville lite up some crazy ass fireworks.
there was a lot of asians, and i thought that it was funny because we actually personify the "american dream". our parents traveled here to give us better lives. i'm not exactly sure if i believe in the "american dream" but when i saw all the asians at the party, i realized how that ideology has affected our lives.
food for thought: one of nam's friends called me a bitch. he was joking, and i knew he was, but i got pissed off. i know that that's how he is, but that's not how i'm like. i don't take that word lightly. i might if you were my really good friend, but if "it's just him" it's just me to not let that shit go. you can't go assuming that i'll just take it. some social decency was NEEDED. your assumption will most likely be wrong and the excuse can't always be "that's just how he is"--because manners are still important.
that's all.
btw, michael is in vegas, and was drunk as FUCK.. hahah text messages were funny as hell.
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