My poem, my cat, and some more of my life

Interesting happenings in my life. A few days ago my more hit my car in our driveway. Now the passenger side of my car is scratched up and has a dent in the right where the door handle is. The dent actually makes the door difficult to lock and unlock. Isn't life nice? That same night my computer got the BSOD (Blue Screen of Death) 5 times consecutively. Lucky I was able to back everything up before reinstalling the operating system. Now everything is pretty baller. My computer is a lot faster than it was before and started fresh spurred me to do some research in order to make the settings like I want them. I now use foobar2000 as my music player. It is a lot less resource intensive that winamp, which I had used before. The reason I did not use foobar previously is that it didn't have a media library. Apparently, in the time since I last checked, they developed a library for it. It's just totally awesome now. Additionally, I now use pidgin instead of trillian as my main instant messaging client. This is the first time I have switched clients since I started using trillian my sophomore year in high school. Isn't that crazy? I had always chosen trillian because it had awesome functionality and I used to have icq, msn, aim, and yahoo ids that I chatted on. However, for the last few years, I've only been chatting on aim, if at all. I figured, why use trillian anymore. Switching to pidgin was awesome. It has the same functionality that I needed from trillian yet it uses way less resources (even less than aim). I'm actually surprised at myself for switching. The first time I came into contact with pidgin is when I met Diana, because that is what she used. I always thought it was a silly instant messaging program. I guess I finally saw the light after I had to reinstall the programs on my formatted computer. It's interesting the turns life can take and the things that come out of the bad shit that happens.

Here is a poem that I wrote last year. I'm not a very good poet and I've never really written any poety on my own accord ever before in my life (and since then I've only written one other poem for V-Day, but I don't think it's as creative). It's an amusing story about how I got inspired to write a poem. So since freshman year at my friends dorm, Ruffin, there was a poem on the wall of one of the stall. I really liked it. I'm going to try to remember it:

Does her make up in her room

Douses herself in cheap perfume

Eyeholes through a paper bag

Greatest lay I ever had

Then all of the sudden at some point last year, there appeared a second poem, right underneath that first one. I definitely cannot remember it now though. I did, however, notice a problem with that poem and that was that the syllables were inconsistent in one line, which threw off the whole flow of the poem. So that spurred a thought loop in my mind and I kept trying to think of ways to correct that syllable issue. This whole process turned into me creating a completely new poem, that I personally like a lot:

Juicy lips parted so wide,
Making sure it's all inside,
Feels so good when it goes deep,
Then roll over, fall asleep.

My cat can be really cute sometimes:

I bought some hair wax called Gatsby Moving Rubber on ebay. It is was shipped from Hong Kong, made in Japan. It is really fucking awesome, but when I tried it I realized that my haircut and hair style is completely not right for it. So I'm going to a hair salon for the first time in my life soon; my mom has cut my hair all my life. I wanna get asian style haircut and I wanna straighten my hair. Gonna see what I can do. This is one hairstyle that I like:

Packages from Honk Kong look cool:

Customs declaration:

The actual hair wax:

The situation with my great grandma is not getting any better. She is being moved to an assisted living facility. It sounds better than a nursing home because I like the idea of her being judged to be able to mostly take of herself on her own, but I'm worried if that is the right thing because she is only gonna get older, and I don't want her to have to change her life drastically again by moving to a nursing home in the future. 

I wanted to take a picture of this, but I just haven't had a chance so I'm going to write about it. We are cleaning out my great grandma's apartment, and we find some interesting things of course. Here is the back story: my mom always gives my great grandma nice soap from bath and body works for every present giving holiday. I knew all along that she didn't use all of it because I would see some lying around in her drawer. However, the extent to whic she didn't use soap for its intended purpose I could not even imagine. When cleaning out her drawers, we found at least 50+ bars of soap that were not opened. A lot of that 50 were soaps that she got as presents, however, the rest was just random soap that she bought that was not even high quality soap. It is really a funny sight to see that much unused soap piled up in front of you knowing that it was used in every single drawer in the house to make the drawers smell good.