Nutang is back! I missed you so much.

I love you, Dave. You're the best heathen-Santa ever. EVER


Stuff to write about: Grades, Harvard, Whos Who, Caitlin + Eloping, Dates with Vee, John "The Boss" Ross leaving me to go back to Houston, the untimely return of Jason Spencer, Spending time with Anh over x-mas, Byebyebye to Elvia, avoiding stalkers, and stomping heads as sharing this relationship gets OLDER.. OLDER..

Convo with Dave:
[00:28] Jo - Nathan: I LOVE YOU DAVE
[00:28] David: I LOVE YOU TOO

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Secret Asian Man comics. Google 'em.

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I'm spending less and less time in my apartment because of my disdain for my roommate, Alex. I'm trying real hard to not hate him.. to not not like him, too. He's making it hard for me, though. He's creepy. I'm still convinced that he eats children. There's just something about him that is off-putting...like a ventriloquist without a puppet.

Since I came back from Denver, I wake up at 6 or 7 AM and leave my apartment at either 8 or 9 AM, and I come home at around 10 or 11 PM. Most days, my first class doesn't start until 4 PM, so I either study in the library or go to work ( I'm a tutor ) early. Friday nights consists of attending basketball games or lying on Tina's couch for a few hours before she goes out to drink. ( She usually leaves for bars at 10 or 11, which is my bedtime anyway.) Saturdays consists of volunteering at the Rape Crisis Center or calculating planetary alignment like the Mayan Indians.

What?

Anyway...

Sundays are the best. I go to church at around 8:30, come back at around 10:30, then leave for my favorite Sports bar with a roomie who I'm fond of,

I'm a bit torn about what I should do over the next two years. I could

A) Go to Washington DC in the fall of 2008 and intern somewhere( US Attorney's office, Supreme Court, some Texan senator. ), and then go to Austin in the Spring and earn 2,000 a month to intern with a congressman/woman there.

I don't want to do A for two reasons: My little sister's birthday is in October and I never miss it. If I'm in DC, I'd have to find a plane to take me from there to Texas... Also, I really want to go to DC in the Spring, when the new president is sworn in.


OR

B) Go to DC in Spring of 09, and then Austin in Spring of 2010. I'd like to do this, but I'm set to graduate in 2010... I'd hate to miss graduation.


I dunno. I'll pray about it and figure it out soon.

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There are three things that one man must never take from another


The remote control
A love interest
And BAKED DORITOS!!!!!!

I bought some Baked Doritos, opened 'em and packed a lunch for myself ONCE.. the next time I checked on it, it was half empty. I just checked again to make my lunch and it's all gone.

I suspect Alex, the creepy roommate who enjoys volatile pornography and eating babies. If it really was him who took my doritos...

It's on like Donkey Kong.

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See above.

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"Good times," my roommate asks as I step into our apartment from the patio. His voice tailored up at end, like people do when they're not sure of the ensuing answer.
John, the roommate who asked me, and I have an odd relationship. Our conversations usually exists of either catch phrases ( Good times, You know how I do, or yelling out YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) in different dialects and tones to convey our emotions, or banter of allusions that go over the heads of most third parties.

I replied with a "Good times," and allowed my eyes to settle on his own. The answer was more vague than he had hoped for, so he averted his gaze to look outside. At Anh, who drove to San Antonio and spent the night.

I left San Antonio early this morning to go to Arlington, our hometown 300 miles away, for my little sister's birthday party. If it were any other weekend, I definatly would have preferred to stay back at my Apartment with Anh.

'cause I love her.

And I love that she loves me.




I also love the little sister, hence my reasoning for being back at home. She's turning twelve on Tuesday ( :( ). I can hear her giggling in her bedroom with one of her friends... I wish she'd stay young.

Anh and a friend of hers followed me down the freeway this mroning. I led them to their friend's apartment, then drove home.. 14 hours from now, I'll start the process all over again when I drive back to San Antonio. Anh'll be gone... but, hey, I'll have a suite full of smelly guys to welcome me back when I get there.


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"We should hang out.. go out to dinner, maybe. Talkpoliticsorsomething," her words quickened with each syllable. Rather than contemplate the proposition, I nodded my head and answered rather quickly

"How's tommorow?" She smiled, said yes, and said she'd call me to pick a time. I got the impression that she was waiting to ask me that.. class had let out about 4-6 minutes earlier and she seemed to be taking her sweet time getting up and out of the room.

I, too, was taking my time, but I left a good five minutes after her and a friend of hers that tagged along to class. She ditched the guy when I walked up ( I feel a little bad about that.. ) and started talking to me.

I like the girl... I'm sure going out to dinner with her tommorow night will be a change of pace.

I'm going home this weekend for my little sister's birthday party. She wants to have a sleep over with her friends. Hoorah? I bought her a DS lite.

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"So you're Jon," cooed this blue-haired woman before me. Bestowed upon her = an incredulous look, of my own accord. I turned to (chris)Tina, a new friend of mine, and then back to the Blue haired woman(think Bulma from DBZ) before she spoke up again.
"I've heard alot about you."
"Oh, yeah? From who?"
She smiled, and nodded toward Tina, who tilted her head down and averted her gaze away from my own, and focused on the ground.

I like Tina. My interest in her peeked a few months ago when she spoke to me and a third party about Oscar Wilde. The passion she employed when discussing this author moved me. Never had I come across anyone who really appreciated an author based solely on their diction and syntax, rather than on the subject matter of their work.

(chris)Tina is an interesting woman. She's three years older than me. She smokes camel cigarettes ( turkish flavor. ) She drinks lone star beers. She's a big fan of the Arctic Monkeys, and talks out of the left side of her mouth. The blue haired woman is her best friend, Jen, who is also really cool.. I ran into her today while going home and ended up having a conversation for nearly 45 minutes about the dehumanization of ethnic minorities here in the United States, and how it seems to be a recurring theme of our history ( from african-americans to the "illegal aliens"). I won't bore you(the three people who read this regularly. HI MOM!) with talk of strife; rather, I'll just say this: Jennifer is cool.

Too bad I won't be going to the party she's throwing that Tina invited me to. Why, you ask?

Pokemon! I gotta' train my infernape and my Blastoise and my Arcanine and my Chansey to take on Lucia! I met Lucia last year in history class and I've been training, mentally, to take her on all year.. I'm ready.

I AM READY!!!

Almost. So, no party for me.

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