toasts and coffee for breakfast

for the past couple months (i think) it's been nearly impossible to crush my spirits.
before the smallest thing would get me down and obstacles felt like the end of the world. it's so nice to have a constant where i'm (more than) content with my life with no ups or downs.

looks like i'm not going to sanfran anymore. my mom is worried about money, and she knows we'll end up spending too much if we go. it's okay, i didn't really want to go in the first place, and i don't want to go on a trip if she can't afford it and it makes her broke or something.

did i talk about how my dad quit his weekend job? i can't remember. anyway, he's been working 7 days a week since before i was born, and he just quit his weekend job. i don't know how he did that for so long. he was getting really moody, too. i think quitting that job helped. the only problem is that we're going to be even more broke than before, but he says we'll get by, and he wouldn't lie about something like that.

yesterday i was on the skytrain to the hospital and sitting accross from me were these two really overweight chicks. one was dressed in a pink sweet lolita jacket paired with mundane-ass jeans and sneakers. she was also wearing a hairband made for little girls. the other one was dressed regularly. they were talking about gothic lolita and anime evolution and the one in the sweet lolita jacket was talking about how much she knows about lolita in this deep, disgusting voice. i know i'm too judgmental but oh my god. LOLITA IS NOT FOR YOU. the whole concept of lolita is about looking like an innocent, dainty little girl and you just can't do that when you're 200+ lbs, over 25 and have the voice of a man. especially considering you're not even doing it right, you never, EVER pair lolita pieces with regular clothes. it's also incredibly lame to wear it as everyday attire, all you're doing is embarrassing yourself. i am NEVER going to anime evolution. just because of that. i am literally disturbed. some weeaboos have no shame. i hope people appreciate the fact that i am a relatively quiet weeaboo. i don't bother normal people about the stupid embarrassing shit i like. i'm pretty embarrassed about the chobits and hellsing posters in my room. i have a conscience.