i'm a genius.

i visited my myspace today. just added that to the list of random things to do instead of study.


i'm so freaking weird. but funny. and maybe it's only funny to me because i get my humor. i totally understand where i was going with what i wrote and i still think it's hilarious. i'm a fracking genius. i'll leave excerpts of random blogs and comments and messages from facebook. puahahahaha.

QUESTION:
How come macaroni and cheese is so good?
RESPONSE:
because subliminal messages are hidden in each noodle so that every time you chew, a creepy message is sent to your brain.
infact, scientific evidence shows that the strength of the message is amplified 30x if you add WHOLE milk instead of 2% milk into the mix.

From a blog titled:

Everything I write in this blog is a lie:

3. my boobs are huge. 

13. i counted backwards from 74...successfully.

14. i am wearing an evening gown made soley from colored paper clips...right now.

18. at one point in my life, i was a cartoon.  

i hate when you ask someone for something that you know they have and that you know they can spare, but they say they don't have it. if it were me, [and when it is me] i just straight up say no. i don't make excuses like "no, i don't have any gum" or "no, i don't have any extra pencils." i just pull out a piece and start chewing, or take out my pencil box and shake it so they can hear the writing paraphernalia rattling in there and say "no." 

when my brother asks me if he can ask me a question, i always say no. 

OMFG. GROSS.
PUKES BLOOD.

MY DAY WAS COMPLETELY RUINED BY THAT MEATBALL.

i hate not being able to see the end of a good show. like having to go somewhere and miss the last 10 minutes of CSI or LAW AND ORDER. sucks so bad. SOOO BAD

i actually have started my summer reading. i read the first 12 pages of THE THINGS THEY CARRIED. it's pretty intense...and they say the words 'fuck' and 'virgin' a lot. 

if you order too much pizza, you can wrap it up in aluminum foil and put it in a gallon ziplock bag and put it in the freezer. and like...it's still good a couple of weeks later. i didn't even know that...but then...i guess it is just frozen pizza.

i've always wanted to jump out of a cake.

"it looks like you're kicking me sam."
"well...it looks like you're flicking me off hyeji."

my mom bought me a 2 liter water bottle today. it's orange. she said she got sick of filling up water bottles for me. but i don't know what the point of buying me one big water bottle was. because she has to wash that too.  

but yeh. omgomomgogmogm. like my brother. has a girlfriend? he says they are just friends. BUMP THAT SHIT. but mayn. this is sososoosdfjosdjfosdjfosjdfijsdo f weird for me. cuz hes just a fugly little mama's boy 7th grdaer to me. aljfaldfjad. and. yeh......

uhh...another boring day...AND  TILLER MADE US RUN WIT THUM DAYM RIFLES!!!!!! (o yea i kicked him in the face on friday b4 PT..haha)   

 

there's nothing you can do.

i'm lost in a sea of thoughts. once again i go to grab some randoms before i study. try to clear the clutter.

i'm so down and out of it. i hate school. it is the one aspect of my life that i wish were completely gone. i need sleep. i need peace. i need comfort.

sometimes when you're so mad at a person and you hate them sooo much. you want to scream and spit in their face. you want to hit them so hard that they hurt for days. you want them to leave you alone forever. you wish you never met them because if you hadn't met them, you wouldn't be going through the misery that you are at the moment. you want them to hurt and cry just as hard as you do at night when no one is around. you want them gone.

but all at the same time, you just want them to hold you. hold you tight. both figuratively and literally. you want the warmth of their body to melt away the cold ice around your heart. you want them to hold on and tell you that they will never let you. you want them to feel like the world will end if they let go. if they lose you. if they never see you again. you want their world to crumble with pain just like yours would if that person were to leave. you just want that person to sit there and look deep into your eyes. into your soul. and you just want them to love you as much as you hate them. because ultimately. you only hate them so much because you love them twice as much.

ultimately. you will never know how a person feels about you. feels around you. because no words can express the inner workings of our hearts and our minds. no matter how much you love someone. there will be no words or actions that can show the extent of your heart. nothing can dissect our emotions. so sometimes you have to live with the idea that no matter how much you care about a person, they will never know the magnitude of it.

all we can do. is act and say the things we genuinely feel. and hope to God that they aren't skeptical and take you at your full and honest word. 

what you read.

lots of people post very vague blogs. i love to read them. but i also like to read detailed blogs.

the vague blogs are so difficult for me though. my brain is so fantastical (in the words of dane cook) that i just imagine all sorts of weird junk and the words get twisted in my mind and i think "oh my. what if it's about me?" of course approximately 100% of the time, it's never about me. ahha. but still...my imagination does get the best/worst of me.

anyways. i love reading blogs. i've been slacking on writing them. i've been neglecting all my blogs. but here i am...once again...sitting at work. ahha. doing my homework?...mainly just on facebook. and now blogging.

anytime i see someone who i classify...ok judge...to be a mad life slacker saying stuff like "i need a break.""my life is so hard." blah blah blah...i get frustrated. seriously...you spend your days and your money smoking whatever you want to smoke, drinking whatever you want to drink, anything you can afford to waste your life on, you do. and yet you complain about how hard things are going for you.

honestly, who am i to judge these people? i have no right, and yet i do. i always compare them to me. i think things like "look at what i'm doing right now. you think you have it hard? quit your bitchin and grow a pair." and those same people who are wasting away their lives, when they talk about how hard school is...when they are only taking a couple of hours and skipping all their classes and still passing all their classes...they complain about how they have to write a paper. they have this or that test that they didn't study for. they have homework due. OH. MY. GOODNESS. SHUT UP. they don't realize how lucky they are to only have to write one paper every four weeks. they only have mindless homework once a week. they have tests but never three on the same day or in a row. they don't have to study every single night just to keep up. they don't have to suffer like we do...

but honestly. who am i to judge? i have no right.

the things i read...they sometimes make me go crazy.

foreverrrr.

it's been forever since i updated my blog. so i will tell you about my life in two parts.

part A. unhappy.

i hate school. i hate grades. i hate how gpa is so stressed at tech that it takes away from actual learning. i hate tests. i hate bad teachers. i hate studying. i hate. hate. hate.

part B. happy.

i love my life beyond school. i have great friends. i have an adorable boyfriend. i have good jobs that pay well. i recently went shopping and practically robbed the outlets of their sales. i'm going to a wedding over thanksgiving break for sam...who is FINALLY getting married after years and years of everyone bugging him to get married. i'm finally plugging back into church. i have people from the past who still care for me. my puppy is adorable and loves me unconditionally. i'm buying a car soon. (actually...not soon. but sooner than later.) i'm just happy in general.


so basically...if it weren't for one of the most important things in my life right now...college...i would be the worlds happiest person.

*sigh*

show out.

"every where i go out...let me show you how i show out."

when you show the bad for so long, no one believes you can be good. what defines good? what defines bad? people argue it's all personal opinion. who knows. i don't know.

i don't want to be bad. i don't want to be good. i want to be me. but i don't want to be bad me. i want to be good me. and good me hasn't been seen for a hot minute. but i guess when i define good, i'm not talking about the things i do but the things i am.

who knows. i know exactly what i'm talking about but i'm not sure how to convey this to others.

i can do it. if enough people believe in me. but that's the issue. how many people believe me? the people who surround me now have never seen the good me. they assume this is how i've been all my life, but no one just shoots out of the womb impure. going home this weekend is going to help a lot. i hope. i pray that God answers my prayers...as redundant as that is...

살려줘...제발..

[title of show]

oh. my.

rediscovering title of show.

i love it.
i'll just give you a few quotes from the best musical in the world.

starting from the beginning.



[untitled opening number]

"and now we yell in fortissimo!"


[two nobodies in new york]

"music in a musical. how could we go wrong?"
 "KEY CHANGE!"


[an original musical]

"well mutha fucka, why don't i give you a crash course.."
 "that's right cracka"
"are you being black?"
"shut yo face"
"WHOOOO. that sounds like some crazy shit, bitch!"
"oh, easy mutha fucka"
"audiences want to see paris hilton and the apple tree."
"i am blank paper."
"even though they might be morman and gay"



[monkeys and playbills]

"writing should feel easy. like a monkey driving a speedboat."
"duuuudddde. i gotta go disco."
"and watched censored scenes from king kong."


[the tony award song]
"hunter, we agreed we weren't going to put the tony award song on the cd...remember."

[part of it all]
"a trendy photo shoot for a homo magazine"
"all our gay skills, filling playbills"
"a part of forgetting names of everyone we meet"
"our attempt to stay above the derivatal tricks and the critical undertow"

[i am playing me]
"stuck in a show where i am playing me"
"i'm getting nervous that our play is getting a little doughnuts for dinner"
"a little meatier like an asteroid is a tiny meteor?"
"huh...i totally stopped listening."
"no straight guys here for me to romance"

[what kind of girl is she?]
"At least my nose could take her nose in a cage match of noses."
"She’s got those boobs"
"She might try to steal my husband"
"She might try to have my baby"
"are you gonna eat that pickle?"

[die, vampire, die]
"a little part of me just wants to punch those motherfuckers in the teeth."
"You have a painting to paint, but you lazy like an old French whore"
"Fuck you Ms. Johnson, Word!"
"Your teeth need whitening"
"she might look like you mama, or your old fat-ass, fat aunt Fanny"
"bad language, blood, or blow jobs"
"Which will leave your work toothless, gutless, and crotchless"
"You look at that air freshener vampire in her fat ass, fat old fuckin’ face"
"but if the vampire inside my head says it,  It’s the voice of reason."


[filling out the form]
"how about 'this show fucking rocks'"
"your note can suck my note cause your note is my note's bitch"




[september song]
"Happy opening, y'all. Hey, naked."
"Okay, that's ridiculous. I'm not gonna kiss her...i will."
"If you shined a flashlight in my butt you'd see I'm dying inside"
"Oh please, like your mom has never masturbated...oh my gah"
"That was some bullshit I pulled out of my ass to make us feel better"
"Broadway.com? Broadway.com can kneel down, open its online mouth and suck my"
"...it can suck my fucking cock!"




[secondary characters]
"to enjoy the pleasure of this invisible cigarette"
"while the plot is unfolding like the Lord of the Rings Trilogy"
"I don’t know… I was just standing here quietly and Heidi was like uh-uh-guh-uh-uh-uh"


[a way back to then]
"I'll do it all by the time I'm ten"
"You're having a kick-ass time And being who you wanted to be in this world"




[nine people's favorite thing]
"I’d rather be nine people’s favorite thing Than a hundred people’s ninth favorite thing"
"I’ll admit I was a little bit “what the fuck?”"
"So I show up with pride this morning with a tray of rice-crispie treats"




[finale]
"This is the last line of our… show"



[bonus track]
"and cook your  [title of show]."
"Then have left-over [title of show]."
"Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow,
Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow,
Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow,
Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow,"
"Hey you guys, do these jeans make my ass look big?"
"Your haircut is so [title of show]."
"I do hearby hook my thumbs under my imaginary suspenders and declare today (insert date), [title of show] day!"
"You can [title of show] the English Channel or you can just go fuck yourself!"
"You want those monkeys fried or broiled hon?"





epic. hard.

thought grabbage (not a typo)

close my eyes. in the library. thinking. what to write. about.

let's see.
the images in my mind rght now is sukjune hong. only because he was the last thing i saw before i closed my eyes. sukjune cut his hair. more like exposed his skull. :D

break: puppyyy~

sometimes i wonder what people are listening to on their headphones. sometimes, i wish i could just change what music they are listening to what i am listening to. or to something really annoying.

today i had that giant pizza thing from pizza hut. it is giant.

it was delish. toppings? mushrooms. chicken. green peppers. but no green peppers on my side. why? because i hate bell peppers. why? because when i was really young, we had a set dinner schedule every week. thursday nights were fried rice. i hated thursdays...because my aunt would put bell peppers into the friend rice. and then i got really good at picking them out. but then my aunt and uncle found out i was feeding the dog bell pepprs so my aunt cut the peppers into such small pieces that i couldn't pick them out (although i probly could now, i am a master). so it got to a point where i refused to eat my dinner on thursdays and i had to sit at the table for hours and hours because i wouldn't eat it. my aunt got sick of it and fed me spoonfuls. one day. i got sick of it. so i just threw it all back up into the bowl. and now no one in my family every tries to make me eat bell peppers.

break: boifran~

i hate cs. i love the rain. such a slow day at work. i feel like such a douche with these beats. but i lurve them. i don't care about you people who hate on them. you said the same thing about my macbook. but i lurves it.

:D

done for now.
byeee.

shopping.

i'm ready to go shopping.

i'm so ready to go shopping.

i'm ready to spend this money that i've been working my ass off for.

niceeeeeeeeee.

i want to buy shoes.
i want to buy a new dress.
daniel wants me to buy him basketball socks that come up to *here* and are thick and black or white.
i want to buy a new hat.
i want/need to buy new mascara/makeup.
i want to buy Bentley some new toys.
i want to buy new shirts.

dang. i want to buy a lot of things...we'll see how much i actually buy. :/

need.

why is it that i can stress and worry the shit out of myself about the smallest things dealing with other people's lives, but when it really comes down to my life, i don't feel the pressure til i absolutely have to?

it makes me seem/feel like i care about other people more than i care about myself, but in reality, i'm a really selfish person. maybe i'm fooling myself. who knows. who cares.

obviously not the people who are supposed to care about me. but i'm not worried about it. i'm over it.

i've stressed for other people enough while they didn't stress enough. they don't realize the extent of the problem. sometimes i just want to tell people to solve their own problems. most of their problems only exist because they allow them to exist...they are the source of their own problems, yet they toss them over to me to be solved. or they don't even bother to do that much and just expect me to pick up the problems they drop all over the place.

what if i stopped caring altogether. how many people's lives would be affected? would they even notice. who knows. maybe their lives will just disintegrate into nothing.

i'm not worried about it anymore. but i am.

music.

i listen to music a lot.

but lately, i haven't just sat down and enjoyed music. it's just been something playing in the background. and could go for hours without music and not even notice the lack of it.

right now, i'm supposed to be doing some cs homework. but i've just been sitting here for the last ten minutes. not doing much at all. playing with this mini slinky and just listening to music. the new 2ne1 album. which i really like. :D

i missed music. i miss a lot of things.

side note::

you can't expect someone to be there for you 100% of the time if you're not going to make an effort to be there for them even 50% of the time.

late naattttttt

idk. that's supposed to say "late night" but i wanted to write it just like it sounded in my head. and that is what is sounds like...meh

i've been working a lot lately. and today i found out that i'm a fun person to work with. which makes me super happy. now my head is a little larger (did not know that could happen).

i guess maybe right now, is a deep thought moment. a deep feeling moment.

recently, i made amends with an old friend that i've been not so friendly with since like...febuary. is that how you spell febuary? shit. idk. but anyways. i guess what it all comes down to is how much effort i'm willing to put into having bad feelings towards someone.

as many mean/cruel things that have been said back and forth between two people, if these two people have a good history/past between them, there is nothing that can't be fixed. as much animosity there is between those two people, there are at least twice as many good memories, if not/probably much more.

although throughout the end of spring semester i was hot headed and still angry about the situations and circumstances that arose at the beginning of this year, i did not realize that i hated the situation and the time more than i hated the person. when it comes down to it, i didn't/don't hate the person at all.

whenever we/people are in a fight, they are so caught up in the things that the other person did to them. we always get so caught up on how hurt we are, how angry we are...thinking "how could they do that to me?" when in reality, the other person is thinking the exact same thing. when we fight, we get selfish. we never think of the harm we are doing to others by being mad/mean/hurtful to them.

our feelings and pride are cut hard when we hear that the other person was talking behind our backs. and in retaliation, we say even crueler things. we blow up situations way beyond what needs actually happened. we retell the same stories. we blame the other person for all our troubles. but in reality, we get tired of it. the hate hurts us more than the other person. the other person may not even be thinking about me and i'm still wasting my time trying to come out on top. it gets tiring, it wears on the soul. we say it doesn't affect us anymore. we say we're over it and it's not even relevant in our lives. but until there is some sort of closure, some sort of concluding argument or make up, it's still very relevant in our lives.

i'm guilty of all these things on several different occasions. there are still people out there that i haven't made up with. but honestly, getting back one friend is such a relief. my whole body and spirit is lifted. and even though i haven't seen this person yet and possibly may not see them for a long while, the first thing i want to do is give them a hug and let them know face to face that i meant every word i said in my long, drawn out, and extremely late apology. i'm sure/really hope they feel the same. and i swear i won't let the past affect how i treat them in the future.

mindlessness at work

chillen at work.

doing what i do best.

chillen.
answering the phone.
chillen.
eating skittles.

my tummy kinda hurts from eating the skittles. i feel like they were super strong skittles. like super duper flavored. anywayssss.

i need to quit blowing so much money on weekends. i hardly spend on weekdays but on weekends, when i'm with my friends, i feel like we throw down money like it's nothing while we all keep saying "OH MY GOSH. I CAN'T SPEND ANY MORE MONEY"

it's kinda funny. but also kind of scary. when you're having fun, you lose track of so many things. but it's not always a bad thing. the friends i have now "aka summer crew" are slowly morphing into my regular crew. i love it. i was sad during the last few weeks of summer thinking "this may be the last few times we ever hang out like this" and honestly, it won't be exactly the same as it was during the summer. but lately i've been spreading my time out evenly between new and old friends. not just sticking to one group of friends because it's my "norm" or because i'm in my "comfort zone". nonetheless, i am closer with certain individuals than others, but i'm starting get to know people i wouldn't have had the chance to get to know if it hadn't been for this summer.

i know summer is pretty much over now. i'm ready for winter. i'm ready for an overnight trip. i'm down for anything. mainly, i'm ready for SIX FLAGS BETCHESSSS.

8 am...

so here i am. 8 am. in skiles. it's been about about 30 minutes and our TA never came. generally i would leave, but the thought of going to howey for physics 2 any earlier than i have to does not appeal to me.

dammit to hell.

well. i guess now is a good time to blog. haven't blogged in a while, but since school is starting, i'll have a lot more to bitch about than usual. i guess i'll just blurb blog since i can't produce solid thoughts this early.

8am. it feels good outside. i honestly can't wait til cold weather arrives. i love summer things, like beach stuff, lake stuff, tanning, blah blah blah. but i really would rather have winter. i wish i could do summer stuff during the winter. like if i were a werewolf then my body temp would be high enough for me to do that...but not like that's realistic or anything.

i'm thinking about getting bentley shaved soon. for those of yall who know/have seen bentley, you know that he has hooker-post-payment hair. it curls towards his head. wtf. but the ppl at the vets shaved his arm when he got neutered for needles and ish...and his hair on that arm has grown back relatively normal. we'll see. hopefully it doesn't cost too much.

i've been working like mad. but i like being busy again. reminds me of high school. the more i have on my plate, the more stuff i get done. not because i'm more motivated, but because i lack the time to slack off. *Sigh*

i'm hungry. i would like something refreshing to drink. like a cold sweat tea from mc donalds...if i knew that my TA wasn't coming, i so would have dropped by one on the way to school. aldkfjadfajdf.

intimate conversation.

So I’m watching bachelor pad because my mom is watching Korean dramas and she has the dvd player on and she will not let me change the channel blah blah blah blah technical stuff. But yeah…so basically, let me explain the set up a little. They do these dumb challenges and the winner gets the “safe rose.” With the safe rose, the winner can go on a date with three people of the opposite sex and “get to know each other better” and all that shit. At the end of the date, the winner can give one of the three people on the date another safe rose so that two people are safe from elimination for the episode.

In this episode, the guy and girl are on the date and spending some “alone time” together…and literally, this is the convo

Guy: why do you not like me?

Girl: because you’re mean and you made out for a rose

Guy: well would you make out for a rose?

Girl: idk. Maybe. Is there someone on this show that you want to make out with?

Guy: yeah…

Girl: who?

Guy: you.

Blah blah blah. And THEN…the kicker. That was literally the conversation. And when they go off to the side and talk 1:1 with the camera/narrator dude…the guy said that the conversation was getting INTAMITE. Are you serious?...these are people in their early to mid 30s. THIRTY YEAR OLD PEOPLE SAYING THAT INTIMATE CONVERSATION IS ABOUT MAKING OUT. Really…really?!

These shows are so fake. Claiming people. Gathering people to gang up against single people to vote them off. Being hateful and spiteful for no reason. Bitching bitching bitching. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh. i honestly believe that if aliens came to earth and watched these shows…they would kill all of humanity for the betterment of the world.

miserably honest::honestly miserable.

what is going on?
why am i in these situations?
what am i doing with my life?
why don't things just work out like they used to?
why am i so stressed?
what are my priorities?
what's going to happen in the next few weeks?
why am i so miserable?
how am i going to dig myself out of this rut?
is it even possible to dig myself out of this?
could there possibly be enough brown nosing in the world to save my ass?
what if things don't work out?
will people give me the benefit of the doubt?
will i become another statistic?
could i be any more desperate?
what direction is my life pointed in?
can i handle the circumstances?
will people even listen to me?
will they take my stories as just excuses?
will they disregard my every plea?
i trust God to take care of things, but have i done enough on my part to begin with?
why can't i think straight?
will God let me fall on this one?
is He going to teach me a lesson?
i pray that doesn't happen but if it does, will i learn?
will God take my desparation into consideration?
have i fallen too far behind to catch up?
why is hindsight so clear?
can i survive through this?
why am i so pathetic?

what. the. fuck. is. going. on.

you can't tell...

sometimes. i want to say things to people. but i can't. or i mean. i can. i usually do. but there are somethings you just aren't allowed to say. so i guess i'll say them here. like i'm back on myspace. posting dumb blogs about things you want to say to people.

1. there are just certain things you do that aren't right. it's not ethical. it's just wrong. and i can't say these things out loud. because it's your life decision. but you got to understand. your decisions affect so many different things. and right now, you're ruining someone's life and well being.

2. as much as i dislike spending time with you, i enjoy the time i spend with you. our relationship has to be more meaningful than just spending time with each other. we need more substance. and honestly, i fear the substance. because i know what it can lead to.

3. you should just move on with your life. quit hanging on to the old and just accept the new. those old things are keeping you from living your life to its full potential. but it's like you are trapped inside a box that you can only see out of the front and back of. you can only see what has happened before and what is immediately in front of you. you can't see out of the sides of the box and see what happens around you.

4. no one likes you. honestly.

5. i'm sad that you never come through on your promises. and i am genuinely hurt. i know you aren't purposely not keeping them. things come up. your general lifestyle. etc. but still. at least keep 1 out of 5 promises.

6. you judge me. i know you judge me. and i know that you think i'm oblivious to your thoughts. i hate your glaring judgmental looks. sometimes i just want to slap you right across the mouth. maybe one day i will.

7. i want things to work out between us. i can't keep living this way. waiting for consequences to line up and work out. i can't do thissssss.

forcing natural. [rant]

so as most of ya'll know, i'm a FASET leader. and for my non-gatech people, FASET is basically freshmen orientation. as a faset leader, i spend so much time just observing people and how they behave. and the one thing that's been seriously getting under my skin is how a few people seem to have to FORCE themselves to be natural and normal in a conversation with students and their parents. they can't have real talk with strangers. their false behavior is basically this picture...

i don't understand why you can't just be normal. the buttery, bullshit tone in people's voices is completely completely obvious. their voices get all high pitched and bubbly. they talk really slow to people who look foreign (and sometimes speak grammatically perfect english) and roll their eyes when the person looks away. and it makes me cringe because even though the parents know that you are just being courteous and doing what you've been taught, why can't you sincerely be courteous. what causes people to be that drastically different.

i mean, i'm not saying i don't change my tone for different people. of course i do...it's natural. i'm going to add sir/ma'am at the end of sentences. i'm going to smile. i'm not going to use the same diction with parents as students, that's just rude. i'm sincere about the things i say. if a parent is asking me about my life as a student at tech and how much i like what i do here, i don't feel the need to force only good answers out of my body and be all plastic. I feel like, as humans, everyone basically knows what people want to hear and how people want to hear it. there is always an excellent and optimistic way to present negative information without having to completely bullshit your way out of it.

i guess some of yall are like..."wtf is she talking about"...and some of yall are like "i know exactly what she's talking about" but yeah. i'm going to do homework.

dreaming.

so i watched inception last friday with some friends. it was really good. omgush. why am i writing about this almost a week later? idk i guess i just didn't even think about it til now...while in psychology. ahha.

ok. dreaming. inception was like...extreme lucid dreaming. being in other people's dreams. interacting with them, taking things from them, controlling them. hulll. lucid dreaming. i love the feeling. but just like in the movie...where living in the dream world so long might actually convince you that reality is in your dream...somethings i just want to escape to my dreams.

some times, my days are so long, dull, dreary, stressful, wretched, frustrating...i could go on. i just want to go to bed...and escape into my dreams. i always have such vivid dreams. so realistic. SOOOO REALISTIC...in fact, last night i dreamed that Bentley (my puppy) pooped everywhere...so annoyingly realistic. ugh. but yeah. i dream. i dwell. i remember. i wish that i could live my life in my dreams sometimes.

sometimes, my dream self is what i really want to be. my dreams can be down to earth or completely fantastical. i dream that i blow cash at malls like chump change...or something better...i dream that my mom let's me buy anything i want. which in my opinion, is much better that just blowing cash.

my dreams actually change as i change in real life. i used to hate the feeling of falling, like going straight down on a roller coaster. i hated that feeling in the pit of my stomach. therefore, i absolutely hated flying in my dreams. i liked flying up, but i hated flying down. that feeling, i felt it so realistically in my dreams. but as i rode more roller coasters and got more accustomed to the falling feeling, growing to eventually liking it...the more i loved to fly in dreams. one time, my friend told me he wanted to lucid dream. and in his dream, he wanted to be playing madd high stakes poker...and then win...and then just fly away straight out of the building...YOU WOULD.

anyways. here i am, once again, wasting your time with long drawn out blogs. nice.

make it a habit...must keep blogging...

went to nori nori today. i feel like i might actually explode. gah. why is food so good? anyways. what do i want to talk about today...meh. here we go again.

mindddddddddddddddddd.
graaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbbbbb.
can'ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.
finnnnnnnnnnnnnnnndddd.
aaaannnyyyttthhhhinnnggg.
wwwwwhhhaatttttttttttttttt.
ammmmmmmmmmmmm.
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.
dddooooiiinnnggggggggggg.
ssssssooooooooooooooooo.
fffuuuulllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.


outwardly, i'm a horrible wretched person. but on the inside, i think there is some good in me. i guess it just doesn't want to be seen. but i guess i wonder if everyone just thinks i'm a mean person through and through or if they actually can tell that really and truely i'm a good person. idk. who cares. actually. i care. ahhhahaha.

ok. next. i need new musicccc. i guess not seeing jacob [YAGOM *sad face*]affects how much new music i listen to. i haven't been listening to my ipod while i walk around campus. and it's so weird now that i think about it because it used to be as soon as, or even before class ended, i would put my earbuds in and prepare to blast those wonderful melodies straight into my brain, erasing any new information that i may have [key words "may have"] obtained during the class. hulllll. i used to look forward to just listening to music so much. i realized that i'm just now getting back into it...after an entire summer of not listening to my ipod while i walk. strange. strange it is.

maybe i just got used to just walking. or maybe i was too bothered with the fact that i can't breathe due to the air not no being air but actually water...i swear i've been swimming to classes lately. but now i am really baffled because i figured, when i first started writing about this, that i would have figured out a reason as to why i've been walking in silence lately. but i haven't. interesting. maybe it's because there is no one on skiles trying to make me join random shit. who knows.

anyways. i'm just sitting at work. toiling away. just kidding. obviously i'm not. since i'm blogging. but yeah. i need to get back in the habit of blogging...and so far, it seems to be working out. 2 days, 2 blogs.

whasssap.

what on earth.

why haven't i blogged in such a long time. idk. pure laziness?

the summer's haze has come over me completely and swallowed me up in a cloud of slow moving actions. what. the. fuck.

so i guess i will blog. blog blog blog. just spew the sparks that fly in my mind. i'm in psychology right now. there is an old man in my class that just ugh. by old i mean 50s, gray hair, creeper mustache, etc. i don't like him. i don't even know him. this class is like an hour and forty five minutes long with a five minute break in between. at the break, he runs outside to suck down that cancer stick. suck it down deep in his lungs. probably chain smoking. always comes in late. smelling of stale smoke. and reeking of the arrogance of a man who thinks he knows shit because he's old. i wouldn't doubt that he knows more about the world than most of us, but there are plenty of people in this class who know a shit ton more about psychology than he does. stfu, old sir. stfu.


next in my mind. here i go again. reaching. grabbing. got em...talking. speaking. writing. singing. seeing. hearing. being. idk. i lost it.

i guess i've always lacked a sense of embarrassment for myself. but i hate it when people around me do unspeakably embarrassing stuff. and by that, i have no idea what i mean, but i know how it feels. sometimes, i just want to stop people from doing certain things in public, even in private. i get embarrassed for them. but things that i don't get embarrassed for others is like a slutty girl wearing the typical slutty skirt and toting an unnecessarily large purse/bag/suit case which has some how grabbed onto the bottom hem of the skirt, lifting it up an embarrassing amount, exposing ugly skin. yep. no picture for this, i don't want to enhance your senses too much. so here is a picture of Bentley. pack leader. yes you are. :D


deception. lying. cheating. corrupting. losing. forcibly winning. flying. what?! everybody does it. minus the flying part. not everyone does that. but honestly, people all believe different things. in my opinion, everyone has good in them, but in all honesty, the majority of the human psyche is centered on self preservation therefore, deception, lying, cheating, corrupting, forcibly winning, etc is ingrained in the human mind not because we are all bad people, but because we have the need to come out on top. i guess how much we let that control us defines what kind of people we are. ultimately, i must be a wretched person.

should i keep going? should i keep blogging? i still have a good 45 minutes left in this class and i haven't blogged in forever...but maybe my lack of recent blogging is straining my brain. maybe i'll post again later.

wong time no brog.

sooooooooooo. wow. ok longest i've gone without blogging. so i'll write something interesting.

ugly babies. ew. i would not like to give birth (in general) much less to an ugly baby.

BUT of course my babies are going to look good. shit. they are mine.

but yeah. i mean, usually most babies are cute even if they are ugly cuz they are babies. but some babies are just ugly. and that is unfortunate.

am i shallow? no. i'm just being korean. if you've been around any korean ahjumma...you know straight up they will say a baby is ugly. I guess in korea the tactful unofficial rules of telling people their baby is cute does not apply. but then again, lots of those unofficial rules of being nice in general don't apply in korea. if you're not korean, you probly wouldn't understand.

ANYWAYS. what else. dang my flow is off. i guess it's what i get for not blogging.

apparently, apes have rights in spain. the fuck.
so i mean. i don't know what spain's rights and such are. but for my examples sake, let's use the american rights.

1. freedom of speech..ok i was going to write something smartass-ish...but i just keep thinking about how apes could definitely be on maury or jerry springer show...

maury: alright, janice here says that her son's father is timothy.
timothy: OH HELL NAW THIS *beep* AIN'T SAY THAT *beep*
janice: SHUT *beep* UP TIM. YOU KNOW HE'S *beep* YOURS
maury: timothy is sure that the baby is not his.
janice: YOU *beep* KNOW YOU ARE THE *beep* BABY DADDY
timothy: SHUT UP *beep*. YOU'RE A *beep* WHORE ANYWAYS.
janice: YOU KNOW I NEVER CHEATED ON YOU LIKE YOU DID WITH ALL THOSE HOES
timothy: THE *beep* YOU TALKIN ABOUT. I KNOW YOU *beep* SLEPT WITH LIKE 5 *beep* OTHER DUDES AND *beep*.
janice: *beep* *beep* YOU *beep* *beep*
maury: i have the results in my hands.
janice: WE DON'T NEED NO *beep* RESULTS.
timothy: OH HELLLL NAW. SHUT THE *beep* UP *beep*. LET THE MAN READ THE *beep* RESULTS
maury: timothy...you...are............NOT TH...
timothy: OH HELLL YES. I TOLD YOU *beep* WHAT I SAID? *beep*
janice: NOOO! THAT AIN'T RIGHT THAT AIN'T RIGHT
maury: join us next time for children who beat their parents


...............that went on a lot longer than i expected...

so quickly. other points.

2. freedom of the press...i feel like all our newspapers would just be full of poop...monkeys flinging poop.

3. trial by jury? due process? i feel like if you prep a monkey/ape or any animal to be really really cute, no jury will be able to resist. i mean serious...you know you watch animal planet when the monkeys are on tv.

4. protection from unwarranted searches and such...i mean...ok if you're a monkey, and you're hiding your weed in your tree hut...just make your tree hut in a really really tall tree...right?

5. right to bear arms...if a monkey is about to fling poo at you...will you pursue it? no. i wonder if people would rather monkeys wield guns or poop.

lying in ethics

apparently, according to Kant, you are not supposed to lie for any reason whatsoever. even in dire situations. even if it is in the best interest of the other person (person meaning, anyone who has the ability to reason and make educated decisions).

the example that came kept coming up is when people ask if what they are wearing looks good. in no way should a person lie to the questioner...regardless of how fugly they look. because when you lie to someone, you with hold information from them, taking away their ability to make informed decisions because what they have to base off of is what you told them.

of course this makes sense. but this is also really ridiculous. wtf. wtf?

also, Kant says that morals are put in place by what is universalized. and by universalized, it means something that you would want everyone to do. like you can't universalize lying because it's not something everyone should do.

if you universalized lying, the world couldn't function. because in reality, the world runs on trust. if everyone lied all the time and everyone knew that everyone lied, lying would not work. lying only works because people believe in trust and truth. which is really kind of confusing but makes sense.

shit.

bling chachink.

cuz i'm bored. and i need to take up some time before i start doing some real work.


June 10th 1190

Third Crusade: Frederick I Barbarossa drowns in the river Saleph while leading an army to Jerusalem.

Barbarossa was standing by the rivers edge, looking at his reflection. thinking if he should shave his beard or not (shaving is always a good idea) and then all of a sudden, Bob, comes out of no where and scares the lights outta Barbarossa and he fell in. unfortunately, he didn't know how to swim. so he drowned...

that sucks. if he just knew how to swim...or even better...if he didn't even think about whether he should shave his beard or not. just shave the damn thing...or if Bob wasn't such a dick head and didn't jump at him. Bob is such a dick...

taking up all the space in my brain.

rain. rain. go away. ish. i will make a poem about the rain.

the rain is falling.
from the sky.
if it doesn't stop.
i'm going to cry.
i need a tan.
no thanks to the rain.
how can i tan.
when it is not sunny.

the end.







ok. end of poem. not end of blog.

what do i want to write about? nothing in particular. as usual. it is mind wanderings.

1. i know why my contacts get dry. it's because spongebob actually lives inside of my contact lenses. and because he's a sponge, he absorbs all of the moisture out of my eye. what a douche.

2. i hate rectangles. squares are much prettier shapes. this thought was induced by the fact that there are rectangles on the bed spread i am lying on right now. which leads me to my next thought.

3. spongebob is actually not wearing square pants. he is wearing rectangle pants. and honestly, i know that squares are rectangles but rectangles are not squares...but are they really going to use that rule just to complete a stupid little alliteration? Spongebob Square Pants? why don't they just call him Spongebob Square Slacks, since they are so dedicated to the alliteration.

4. i have forgotten to put in 4 out of 7 earrings for the last two days. this is interesting because i am only wearing the middle/third hole... as you can see in the blog below. i think it kind of looks neat.

5. i am going home this weekend for the first time since spring break. i hope augusta looks the same. not that much can change.

distracted.

so easily distracted. sometimes i see something, and then i want to do it immediately. like in my side bar of this blog...if you look to the right of this screen, you will notice (maybe) that the moving picture is different. :) its cuz i saw it and i wanted to take another one.

i am about to ramble. buckle your seat belts. this distraction blog is going to get distracting.

1. LAKDJFLAJF. THE EARTH is constantly spinning. as we all know. but i really wonder like what it would fee like if we all had to adjust our movements and actions as according to the movement of the earth. wouldn't that be such a hassle. good thing God is a genius and he factored that into the equation.

2. i hate it when you are listening to music and all of a sudden, when the song changes, the volume level changes and your ear drums actually leap out of your head and junk punch you in your business.

3. thank God (once again) for text book rental companies. i am too poor to be shoveling money into buying textbooks. SHEK. i mean. what if all the moeny we put into textbook sales are actually funding an out of space program to allow for better human-alien relations?

4. mountain dew is by far the most excellent beverage choice. closely followed by dr. pepper. that dr. sure knows what the hell he's doing. and whatever mountains they are, i would like to visit.

5. i can type without looking at my deyboard. this reminds me in middle school when we had to take typing classes. like the sheer amount of instant messaging i did wasn't practice at all.

6. this is all i fee like righting right now.

7. good bye.

ethics is controlling my blog!

for some reason, every time i'm doing anything related to my ethics class, i want to blog.

well...i'm rewriting a paper for ethics. which should really just take me like ten minutes, but i'm in the library helping two of my favoritest people in the world. Angie and Mingie. :D and i'm HyeJi so we all rhyme. <]:D    <=== it's a party hat, michael. even though my friends agree with me and think it's a pirate.

so yeah. what i would like to briefly talk about is how much i hate the stupid water fountains at tech. stupid. stupid. stupid. they completely surround your head. idk how to describe this. i would go take a picture, but it's scary. and i'm lazy. oh btw. look how big my hair is. :D and oh yeah. i only have earrings in my third hole today. :/ i covered my face to spare the world. look at my cute little fingers~ i'm wearing so much pink. wtf is wrong with me. ANYWAYS. back to the water fountains.

so i was drinking water out of the water fountains because i only have $0.41 left on my buzzcard and i only have pennies in my purse. i guess when the constructed the entire gatech campus, they decided that all the water fountains have to be in the walls. in case you have a sickness to where you can't see water fountains and they are a hazard to your health...because you might crash into them while carrying a heavy object such as a large burrito.

but it's so scary...because your entire head is surrounded by metal walls and it feels like hands are about to reach out from the sides and squeeze my head til my brains puke out and go into the drain. ewww. scary. which leads me to my next point.

i know a girl who is scared of whales. i used to laugh but now i know how rational that fear is. i have a fear of large objects (that's what she said). but no seriously, i am scared of giant things such as whales.

Megalophopia...that's what it's called...but i'm like scared of large objects underwater. idk if that's too specific. i'm just idk. it's weird. and not totally irrational. i have nightmares where i am swimming and there are large shadows under me and it makes me want to just scream. i hate it i hate it i hate it. it's intimidating. but i do like the aquarium...cuz there is that safety factor. :D

feel like making sunshine. substance starting at #5.

alex. :D "my vintage romance" one of my most favoritestestestest albums in the entire world. yes. the entire world. i mean...alex is cute. talented. cute. talented. cute. talented...need i go further? i didn't think so. puahaha.

so all we've (me and mingie) have been doing since about midnight is hookah and listening to music. we went through like...3 hyori albums and some random U-Kiss and now alex. :D :D :D 완전좋아. so i guess i'll post some hookah pictures that i took. i always like taking pictures of the smoke. idk. i like it. this right one is like...x-ray vision. it looks like black substance is flowing out of my mouth. crazy. scary. creepy. next. the left one is like slightly blurry...and my nose looks like ddong. but all's good. i would post more. but i just got an attack of lazy. like weird.

so i guess i'll just talk random...as usual. my mind feels cluttered. i shall unclutter it a little for you.

1. i made bracelets todayyyy. yay. it's summer time. always a good time for bracelets.

2. i finished rewatching "lovers in paris" 파리의연인. sigh. so good.

3. my mind is sooo cluttered. i'm reaching and grabbing thoughts right now.

4. i shaved my legs today. i love the feeling of smooth legs and then rubbing my legs together cuz it's so smooth. that's creepy? kinda. but i mean...anyone who has ever shaved their legs knows. they know how good it is.

5. i hate when people post ambiguous rambling shit on their facebook statuses that just SEEK attention. like stuff that can be said in private either face to face, via text message, facebook message, or faecbook chat. or whatever. i mean, no one really cares about "i don't care about you anymore so get out of my life." or "did you even really like me? why did you waste my time." or "i hate you so much. i'm going to fart in your butter tub." like...what? i mean. really? the people who comment "what's wrong? are you ok? you can talk to me about it." etc. etc are also full of bullshit. i mean...a vast majority only care because they want to know what the "juicy" details (if any) are involved in your overly dramatic facebook status. and then...they post 5 or 6 consecutive statuses that are all ambiguous as hell and really really stupid. but then again, there are people who consistently stalk and comment on the over dramatic statuses. they still don't care...they just want to know. because a mutual friend saw the status and asked them if they knew what the status was about...and they are too scared to ask the person themselves because they aren't "as close" with that person. that's bull shit too.

6. oh. and another one is when people post over dramatic statuses and then they deleted it, only to repost the exact same status but with more overly dramatic statements edited into the status. wtf. we all saw that you just reposted it. it's on our newfeeds. so please...say it right the first time. BETTER ADVICE. don't say it at all. or just tweet that shit. you probly have like...5 followers on twitter anyways.

7. leaking. the hookah leaks out of the bottom? or i'm just imagining things. here is a small diagram for all of you who are wondering.

8. the more i write, the more tired i become. i'm actually typing this blog with my eyes closed. that's how efficient i am. YEH!

9. oh yeah. one other thing me and mingie talked about today for a short period of time...actuallyl this one might get it's own blog soon. but essentially, this is what was said...a summary.

"i hope that when i grow up, i am efficient at all the new technology. unlike some adults who right now are not very comfortable with a computer. i mean, in the future, are they gonna have some madd crazy technology that i am just stupid in? i hope not. i think i'm just going to keep up with technology as it comes. unless i get too lazy. which could just as easily, if not more easily, happen.

10. i'm only writing a #10 to even things out. and that's all i'm going to write. puahaha.

i'm in ethics again...

here we are. a nice place to blog. klaus 1443. i think that's the room number...idk. i don't care.

ethics. let me just list things that are happening right now.


1. fabrizio is playing solitaire on his itouch.
2. this kid just drank coke...really weirdly. like instead of tilting his head back...he just put the bottle up really high and made his lower jaw stick out...
3. we are talking about the theory of natural law.
4. there is this one kid who won't stop talking about the topic at hand. i know the purpose of this class is a discussion class, but this kid just likes the sound of his own voice.
5. this other kid just said "polymers *mumble mumble mumble* nano tubes *mumble mumble mumble*" wooooooooooooow.
6. fabrizio is still playing solitaire on his itouch...btw, he let a woman do a man's job by having hannah drive him to class today...woooooooooooooooooow.
7. my TA is korean. but kinda not korean. idk. she reminds me of something off of TV...but idk what.

8. there is a kid with purple hair in the front row. i hate when people have unnatural colored hair. like if you're going to dye your hair, dye it a normal person's color.
9. fabrizio is now playing angry birds on his itouch. nice.
10. nice. fetuses have just entered the conversation...
11. fabrizio just stuck his leg under my desk and then got gum on his leg...EWWWWWWWWWWW. and it stretched.

12. the guy talking now...his mustache reminds me of stone cold steve austin...STONE. COLD. STEVE. AUSTIN. WHOOOOO. which reminds me i used to watch a lot of WWE wrestling at 9 pm after touched by an angel on sundays and sometimes after Walker Texas Rangers on weekdays.

being a villain is too much work.

so yeah. i'm watching the korean drama. sigh. every korean drama has a villain. the villains' lives always suck the worst....list.

1. you have to spend all your free time plotting which takes away from time that you could be making friends and/or becoming a better person. and then you end up losing all your friends to the good guy and you are f'd in the a.

2. you are so stressed you get mad bags and dark circles under your eyes. and i mean...the person you like obviously doesn't like you so the bags and dark circles aren't helping your cause. and you get plastic surgery but everyone can tell. and you're f'd in the a.

3. you have to lie so much that you can't keep up with your lies and you eventually lose track. or you write them down on something and someone finds that something and you're f'd in the a.

4. you never get the person you want and your schemes are so bad that you might end up killing someone in the process. or you put that person in a coma but when they wake up, they don't remember the situation. but then they eventually remember and you're f'd in the a.

5. the person you like's parents are always not fully on your side. like they act like they are at first but they always warm up to the good guy. and then they know what you are really like, and then you and your whole family gets f'd in the a.

6. no one likes you.

7. you get screwed out of the fortune that doesn't belong to you in the first place. and you end up in mad debt and your family has to wear lame clothes and your mom has to get an ahjuma pama. and

8. in the end, you end up in a position where the person you rivaled was under you but now is above you. and they treat you nicely and you are forever indebted for their kindness.

9. you dig up family secrets of your enemy, like people are actually children or siblings of people and you let the secret out because you think it will benefit you but in the end you're f'd in the a.

10. you lose regardless because it's a korean drama and completely unrealistic.

the end.

WHADDAP

so. i know it's been too long since i've blogged. i apologize michael kim. seeing as you are the only person who reads it. :D

things that have happened in the recent past? i'll make a list so i can keep up and then talk about them.

1. i started watching 파리의연인 lovers in paris....again. too good.
2. i got my first set of bills for the apartment. *sigh*
3. i went to dumbfoundead concert.
4. i made a bet with jangboo.

1. i started watching "lovers in paris" again. sigh. the last time i watched this was in korea. when it aired. it was also the first time i saw it. it's a good drama. not too stressful. really funny. and adorable. typical story line. etc. etc. but yeah. every time i watch one of these stupid dramas, i want a bf modeled the same as the male characters in the show. dang. too bad they're fiction. but i'm sure some where in the world, there is someone like that.

2. i got my first set of bills. the bills are ok. not a big deal. we saved a lot of electricity and such. that's not the issue...it's because it's out first month paying and we have to pay all these set up bills and deposits and such. OH MY GOODNESS. it's like the world is set to see the bottom of my bank account.

3. dumbfoundead concert was awesome. but after the concert was even more fun. i made new friends and had a great time. annie...your floor is nice. i'll talk about everyone.

A) the first guy who went was local. he was aii...but he threw out money into the crowd. no joke. the concert cost me 23. i caught 41. so i made back the money it cost for the concert and more. i think i have like....3 or 4 bucks left.

B) DUMBFOUNDEAD. epic. epic. epic. lol i can do a perfect impression of DFD. if you see me...ask me to do it. i will. throughout the entire show they were def burning backstage. typical. everytime DFD came out on stage...his eyes got smaller and smaller and redder and redder. niceeeee. and then he was throwing out stickers and you know what happens when you throw paper...it goes no where. so i yelled "come on man! how can i even catch those? can you just hand them out?" and he walked over and laughed and just handed me 4. ahha. and then at the end of the show, he was walking off stage and he hadn't come to the edge to smack our hands and such. so i was like "dude. i just want to touch your hand" and he just laughed and did the same. :D i'm good at catching attention.

C) DOK2. my jahgiyah. too cute. awkward as hellll. really good music but no performing. you know? oh yeah. at the end of the show when they all came out, we like got everyone to like give us high fives and such except DOK2. cuz he's so "badass" but then i just screamed "JAHGIYAH!" and he heard. and just walked over. WOOT. all of the ppl around me can thank me. :D

D) MYK. that man looked homeless. but a really good homeless rapper. DFD has excellent freestyle, btw. MYK has exceptional lyrics. but honestly. MYK was one of the main reasons i went. i love that hobo. i don't really have much to say about him at the concert though...

E) KERO ONE. SOOOO CUTE AND FLUFFY. i would have to say he is the best crowd pleaser. and his songs were good~ i feel bad cuz atlanta is not very good at showing their pride. and everyone left by then. of course the crowd wasn't too big to start off with. =.=;;;

4. i made a bet with jangboo. it starts tuesday. whoever can go the longest without eating any kind of meat. including seafood. but not dairy products and such. which is funny because the reason this even became a topic was because of this video he sent me.


about dairy farmers abusing cows. but that has nothing to do with our bet. our bet is the loser buys NORI NORI. WOOT. i'm hoping that this ends soon...and it hasn't even started.


ok. well that's the end to this blog. back to watching my drama.

Ethics in engineering

so. i'm sitting in my ethics class. trying to beat dson's scores on tetris...he surpassed my scores while i slept last night. i shall overcome soon.


but yeh. i'm in ethics. it's an ok class but it's really really really REDUNDANT.

pretty much, we start off with an issue...and people keep talking. they keep rephrasing each others' questions and statements. i think it's because they are too opinionated. or they just like hearing the sound of their own voices. honestly. i mean. i say some things every once in a while because i actually have an opinion, but if someone has already said it, i won't bother. i'll just continue playing tetris. anyways.

so should i talk a little about ethics? ok. so today, we talked about simple subjectivism. essentially, its just saying that if you have an opinion, and you genuinely believe in your opinion, then it's right. of course, not many people or conventions actually argue in favor for this type of ethics. which makes me wonder, where did this even come from and why does it still exist? obviously, there are distinctions between what people believe is right or wrong. but if everyone is right in their own opinion, what's the point of ethics?

here's are two simple examples...

1. person 1 likes chocolate ice cream. person 2 likes strawberry ice cream. ok. no problem. they are both right. no one cares.

2. person 1 believes that he can kill his neighbor because he wants his neighbors wife with whom he has been having an affair with. person 2 believes that killing is wrong in all senses, along with adultery. and he also happens to be the neighbor. ok. problem. they are both right according to simple subjectivism. that's stupid.

the real issue is when you take into account cultural relativism. maybe there is some culture in the world where you can fight to the death for a spouse or partner or mate or whatever. i mean. idk. and i don't really want to look it up. but still. if simple subjectivism were taken seriously, there would be no distinction between right or wrong because who is to say that someone's opinion is wrong? that in itself is also and opinion.