Shrimp Thoughts 2.0

I wonder how much rice an asian person consumes by the end of his/her life.
I also wonder the average ramens a college student consumes over his/her
four years of higher education. 

My roommate just gave me a box that she was finished using from Max Brenners. It’s so pretty. I giggled in glee when I received it in my hands.
The joys of the little things.

When people learn that I go to Parsons, they first ask, “Do you, like, draw all day?” The only times I draw during school are when I doodle in my notebook. 

I like the sound of bike wheels whirring and the sound of a bus about to leave in the distance when it’s really dark outside. I also like it when the Hillside Ave when the street lights are dim and you can hear the occasional car pass by.

I want to make grass angels (opposite of snow angels).

I wonder if I change my facebook middle name to “shrimp,” would people start to call me “shrimp?” People are starting to call me “seraph.” They pronounce it incorrectly though. Maybe they want to make it sound like “giraffe.”
I just don’t know.

I like mochi time, whether it’s with roommate/suitemate or Lisa Chi.
They’re quite delightful.