It's been troubling me that I compared myself to Zooey Deschanel's character in (500) Days of Summer, since I hated her character so much. Really, there were only a couple aspects of her character that reminded me of me. So when I was watching it, I felt like I was watching a movie about myself, but if someone misguidedly attempted to make a character out of myself.

In conclusion: me=not Summer. No. Not at all.

But I keep thinking of that movie! It sucks! Every time it pops into my head, I just try to think of Stardust instead. Hah.

I'm sure I had something better to say. Susanna and I have agreed that we like the way Korean guys dress. Their pants are like skinny jeans for guys, but in a classy way, not a 'you're wearing girl pants' way. I don't think I've ever seen any guys dress like that in the U.S. Maybe some do, and I just don't get out enough, or I don't pay attention to guys enough. Either way, at least 2/3 of that statement is true.

Gee. I'm sick of myself. I need to not write anything here unless I have something to say.

Oh yeah. We walked by this art museum the other day, and there was a sculpture of a giant orange traffic cone, and my dad slipped and fell on it.