My journal has pretty much turned into a picture journal. I have gotten into a habit of taking pictures and then just filling words in between the lines. I think it is more readable when there is some form of visual stimulation. (because it is honestly really boring and dry to read an entry without pictures)
After film class on Thursday, Wendy and I had a sudden crave for nutella hot chocolate. We landed ourselves in Panino, where I have been literally living for the past few weeks. They have the best 1 dollar coffee in town. It is not healthy to have too much, but how can I let go such a good deal. Their nutella hot chocolate is a bit pricey, but god, it is SO good. Enough about nutella hot chocolate. When we walked into Panino, we found ourselves facing a whole cafe looking more like a pub, lined with various beers/alcohol. I would have felt a bit foolish drinking my hot chocolate, but since everyone had their eyes focused on Sarah Palin's stupidity, no one even gave half a thought about our awkwardness.

My god, this woman is just @$#%#$^%^@$%#!!! And I don't even care about political campaigns and whatnot.

On my way to art class, I passed the steps and saw this. :D Rainbow!

That pigeon was there for at least 2.5 hours. When I left class, it was still sitting there observing the pedestrians below. XD It has that bit of royal purple on its neck. Quite nice right?

My mocha with a piece of whip-cream missing, cause Ronnie had to eat a bit before I had a chance to take the picture. D:
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Dear
kaos_felida :
I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it When I threw up at the mental hospital, and I saw you sit on my best friend. I'm sure you're high enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I never liked Eggplant-fetishism.
Greetings to your frog Leonard,
Dian
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In plain English, Basically, I'm saying:
I loved you so much to tell you my deep dark secrets like I'm not into eggplant-fetishism (I don't even know what that means), and go through a crazy road to trip to prove that indeed Santa doesn't exist. And you know, when I was taken to a mental hospital after shooting down an entire dorm of girls with my watergun under the influence of alcohol, I suddenly had an epiphany concerning you and your very disproportionally large possession of copic markers. That is when I realized that I indeed do not like you. I mean, a day after you asked my hand in marriage, you go sit on my best friend. As to what you guys were actually doing, I really do not want to know. How can you break my heart so? I will return the ring, but the oil stocks I'm definitely keeping as a memory, or rather for fiancial support so I can buy a cardigan in every single color of Kanjani8. I'm sorry everything must end abruptly like this, but please say hello to your frog Leonard for me.
Dian
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