I'm listening to my brand new, half new, mp3 player from China that has the itsy bitsy space. It's Zhou Jie Lun (Jay Chou), the wildly popular artist from China that is being criticized for uncomprehensible singing, and it's hurting my ear. No, not because his diction sucks, but because the quality of mp3's downloaded off of a Chinese website is crap. No bass! Can you imagine? How can there be a good pop/rock/rap song without bass? Of course, it wasn't originally that way. So is it possible for the quality to be so horrible that it has no bass? Without it, my ever-sensitive ear detects this high, undetectable eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee that won't stop and will not go away. It's incredibly treble, too. I sense a headache coming on.

Can you believe it? A nice, sweet, athletic, kind, cool girl that we will call "A" likes The Jerkwad (the one who just "cannot staaaaannnnd me"). "A" is definitly one of the better ones out there, so why The Jerkwad? Plus, I feel kinda weird. I'm not hooked 24/7 on him anymore, but that doesn't change the fact that he's one very very hot hunkie who looks and sounds exactly like the sexiest man on Earth, Miyavi. How much closer to Miyavi can I get? If I really think and dig into my head, I'm still pretty hooked on The Jerkwad's face and body build.

But it would explain the fact that I always seem to see them ("A" and The Jerkwad, in case you've forgotten) walking out of Health class together, arm-in-arm (not literatly, seeing that they have books in their arms), and laughing like nothing would ever be able to bother them. Well, maybe not like that. It's more of "A" laughing happily by herself, as The Jerkwad only laughs around guys. Maybe he's gay?

Am I jealous, then? No, not really. Sorta. Yeah. I'm wondering how "A" is able to be so carefree around that shuai guy, and I can only squeeze my eyes shut and look away whenever he's around. I mean, in gym today, I was running next to him. Ok...Andy-Fro was in the middle between us, and Andy is a tall guy, but we were so close already, but I still couldn't say a thing to him. All I could do was chatter and blabber to Andy-Fro about my socks.

I admit, I'm a total 100% wreck when it comes to interacting with my crushes, and I'm trying hard to get over it. You never really can, though, can you? Because I stop being oh-so-witty me. And then I'm not me anymore. I'm a boring ass-hole.

Much less the art of looking someone in the eyes. When it comes to meeting the coveted one in the eyes, I can't do it. I can hardly dream of looking at his face. Maybe a few darted glances when we're talking, and a beaming smile or two. But one of those 30 second complete connection things? Never gonna happen.

I mean, I haven't even talked to The Jerkwad yet.

One glance at his hunkie hot shuai-ness face, and I go all Japanese school-girl "kyaaaaa." It shows on my face. There's nothing I can do about it.

I rarely ever blush, but when I do, I blush. Guess what? I blush around all the hims I've ever fallen for.

The scariest thing is, I think I'm going for a "close" (as in not very close at all) guy friend of mine. That means I'll be blushing and I'll be being a boring ass-hole around him now. I should give him a nickname to keep my prized anonymousness, as I did for The Jerkwad. I think he'll just be He or Him. The capital "H" is the key.

So, He is one of my better guy friends, being in many of my classes. He has the cutest face in the entire universe, but if I ever admited the real identity of who he is, I'll need to move halfway around the world. It's that serious due to a particular reason I cannot reveal seeing that it would reveal who He is. Which I must not do ever. To avoid the expense and hassle of moving, of course.

I don't think it's a mutual feeling. He doesn't ever smile around me. Doesn't ever as in never. Yeah, sure. He talks to me. I talk to him. I can look him in the eye for 6 seconds flat (amazing, neh?). I can act all casual and cool around him, but recently, I've found that I can't anymore. I'm "losing my cool!", like everyone says.

I don't have many close guy friends, although I have acquaintances by the truckload. It's not my intention to cross out another guy that I can actually talk to as I would to a gal friend.

"Forget him, then!" you'll say.

But his face is...so...adorable

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mood: anxious
listening to: D[di:] - Kain on me

The vair vair secksy miz chokiekunchan (Leah) brought me here.
This is my second time, in two days, departing my safe alcove of Xanga dot com. Now I'm here at NuTang dot com, and NuTang dot com is so much better. Xanga's a freak place that is run by misers who want you to pay to get stuff, i.e. "You have joined Xanga for 364 days now! Won't you subscribe to Premium for only $$ a month?"
Here, I don't have to worry about it.
:D

About my name, Champuru is a traditional Osakan dish. I would have tried out the availibility of Champuru, but since I'm a lazy whore, I decided to just stick with Champurupuru, which is the name I'm slowing making famous as a replacement for all those other names I have. (Slow, but steady progress.) But I know that before I completely synchronize all my screen names and shite, I'll be sick of Champurupuru, and will fancy another name. That's ok, though.

I'm anxious because I want to see what this looks like, so I'll go do that now.

My god, those things are cute.

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