the sticker fiasco of 2001. okay, now that it's duly noted i'll say "i knew this was going to happen" and rest my weary sticker-liver for awhile. but meanwhile i settle for this and that, where this = me and that = the little things i do. and will continue to do so until much further notice. as soon as a human thorn presents itself in my inquisitive palm, i ease it out and throw it away which is terrible. i should be whittling it or something. the presumption of topiary artists never really amazed me but i'll say it did anyway. my feet are turrible wet as is my mind, wet like bread gets wet. everyone knows what i mean when i say "i've been dazed for the last month, so i don't care that i've been dazed for the last month. but that might change soon". reading over my college applications (just in case you interest) in time for summerseason '01, i'm amazed at how "dewy wet" i sounded (and how much book is in my head today). jia-wei's going to kinko's. bye!