on freak outs and pandas

no meds. NO MEDS! bad thing!

i freaked out last night over something stupid. whiped a roll of TP at jason which almost hit him (he was impressed by how hard i can throw) then ended up crying in his arms. i hate freak outs. i avoid them, or at least hide them. i try so hard to make sure few people see me cry, more importantly him. maybe it was a good thing he saw it.



we watched everything is illuminated, a wicked good movie garrett left at my house.







then we got dinner and saw kung fu panda with garrett and tony.









it was nice ^_^