Ugh, I think my dad's main life goal is to embarass his hapless offspring. For example, this morning he decided he wanted to play chess. So, he came to Chinese school with us, unbeknowst to me, and checked in to the Chinese Chess Club. Then, (I only heard this second hand, mind you, so it was probably worse) he proceeded to make a nuisance of himself, blabbering on about how English chess is different and doesn't use these names and all. Also, I gather he asked many useless and pointless questions and I'm sure he was talking in his phony "foreigner" voice. Then, after hearing that the pieces all had the same value, he purportedly asked, "So is this the communist chess set?" After that the principal came and kicked him out. FML.
Or, maybe F my dad's life. Ah, ok, I shouldn't be mean. But seriously. Communist chess set? Sheesh. And you thought your dad was bad. At least he doesn't... well, to be honest, Dad has never mentioned Nazi's to German people, but still. Whenever he meets a Black person, he says "How are ya, Brother?" Even if it is technically a Sister. It's very embarassing. If he met the president, would he do that? I wonder sometimes.
Ohhhh Mom's back. I really should go remove my screwed up nail polish before orchestra, or The Place Of Gaiety. Which I really don't want to go to. But ah, if it enriches my.... um.... heart... Iunno. Parents have very odd ideas sometimes. What if I get raped by a girl? Or a creepy guy? or a creepy girl? (which would be worse) At least then I could see if I'm really a strong person, or whatever, but I'd rather test that out without losing my virginity, if you please. Plus, I don't have a cute boyfriend to lean on, so it wouldn't be good. Ah, gotta go! Mom wants to go the Spanish Church yard sale! Byeas! Love you!
xoxoxo~♥~
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
pleasepleaseplease publish!
I just read something very amusing...
Uh.... I don't think it was supposed to be amusing, though.
Think Twilight mixed with Inuyasha mixed with... well.... any random vampire manga you care to think of. Written in the corniest language possible. It was.....
It was.
Dang. I complain too much.
Not to say the things I write are any better. But they are fun to draw! (and write)
I think she was putting me in the story, though. And.... my character was a total bitch. Like, totally evil. Like, best friend gone wrong. She put me in the story before that, too, and in that one I was a brainless ditz. Lovely. I'm glad my friends have such high opinions of me. Althouh i'm sort og talking about her behind her back too, which is not nice, but then again....
TiTi showed up in my dream last night. She made the whole thing into a nightmare. Then, when I woke up, I started feeling like Rukia. Wonderful day. Actually, yesterday was totally fun. After my lesson with Karina, I got myself a ridiculously overpriced cafe mocha x
Kay, I'm back. And yes, it is the next day. I didn't get to finish my post, boooo....
Church this morning was interesting, if a little embarassing. For one thing, Advent Hope and Young Adult (where Zac, me, and Kitty sometimes go) was closed, so Zac went to high school. Kitty and I didn't want to go to junior high, because the girls are bitches and the boys are bastards (not all of them, but most of them, and most of them are also butt-ugly!) so we wandered around looking for somewhere to go. We went into one place, because it had snacks, and we got a plateful. Just then, a rather creepy old guy said, "Would you like to sit down?" "no thanks!" we squeaked, and went to the other side of the room. Then Kitty decided we should leave, so we went out the door mumbling something about "finding Mommy". Then, we ate our snacks in the bathroom. After that, when we were going downstairs, the same creepy guy looked at us and said, in a very creepy way, "were the snacks good?" "uh, yes?" we tried. Then we took off as fast as possible. Man, that was embarassing! Then, when Kitty and I went to save seats, a very ugly guy came over, gestured at the seats next to me, and said something that sounded like "egg-oh-whoop-drogh-wall?" "Uh, um," said I, wondering if he was speaking another language. The girl next to him started laughing. "Um, we're saving these seats," I said. The guy made a noise that closely resembled a grunting pig and began to sit down. "Um, we're saving these two," I said louder. "Just two, huh?" said he. "Er, yes," I told him, and he sat himself down right on top of Zac's notebook and bulliten which I had been using to save seats. Well honestly! The manners of the people these days! I turned around and ignored him (especially as he was a little creepy too).
Yup. That's my life.
Fmylife!
No, I'm kidding. Everything is super fun!
Except for creepy guys.
And TiTi.
And, well, ok, my embarrassing dad too.
But other than that.
Yup.
I can't wait for summer.
xoxoxoxo~♥~
Uh.... I don't think it was supposed to be amusing, though.
Think Twilight mixed with Inuyasha mixed with... well.... any random vampire manga you care to think of. Written in the corniest language possible. It was.....
It was.
Dang. I complain too much.
Not to say the things I write are any better. But they are fun to draw! (and write)
I think she was putting me in the story, though. And.... my character was a total bitch. Like, totally evil. Like, best friend gone wrong. She put me in the story before that, too, and in that one I was a brainless ditz. Lovely. I'm glad my friends have such high opinions of me. Althouh i'm sort og talking about her behind her back too, which is not nice, but then again....
TiTi showed up in my dream last night. She made the whole thing into a nightmare. Then, when I woke up, I started feeling like Rukia. Wonderful day. Actually, yesterday was totally fun. After my lesson with Karina, I got myself a ridiculously overpriced cafe mocha x
Kay, I'm back. And yes, it is the next day. I didn't get to finish my post, boooo....
Church this morning was interesting, if a little embarassing. For one thing, Advent Hope and Young Adult (where Zac, me, and Kitty sometimes go) was closed, so Zac went to high school. Kitty and I didn't want to go to junior high, because the girls are bitches and the boys are bastards (not all of them, but most of them, and most of them are also butt-ugly!) so we wandered around looking for somewhere to go. We went into one place, because it had snacks, and we got a plateful. Just then, a rather creepy old guy said, "Would you like to sit down?" "no thanks!" we squeaked, and went to the other side of the room. Then Kitty decided we should leave, so we went out the door mumbling something about "finding Mommy". Then, we ate our snacks in the bathroom. After that, when we were going downstairs, the same creepy guy looked at us and said, in a very creepy way, "were the snacks good?" "uh, yes?" we tried. Then we took off as fast as possible. Man, that was embarassing! Then, when Kitty and I went to save seats, a very ugly guy came over, gestured at the seats next to me, and said something that sounded like "egg-oh-whoop-drogh-wall?" "Uh, um," said I, wondering if he was speaking another language. The girl next to him started laughing. "Um, we're saving these seats," I said. The guy made a noise that closely resembled a grunting pig and began to sit down. "Um, we're saving these two," I said louder. "Just two, huh?" said he. "Er, yes," I told him, and he sat himself down right on top of Zac's notebook and bulliten which I had been using to save seats. Well honestly! The manners of the people these days! I turned around and ignored him (especially as he was a little creepy too).
Yup. That's my life.
Fmylife!
No, I'm kidding. Everything is super fun!
Except for creepy guys.
And TiTi.
And, well, ok, my embarrassing dad too.
But other than that.
Yup.
I can't wait for summer.
xoxoxoxo~♥~
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
w/e
Ugh, I'm sick. I woke up reeeeeally late today, and now I have a sore throat so I can't sing anything. It's driving me nuts!! I can't stand not being able to talk or sing! Ok, I guess I can talk, but that's not enough! With my luck, I'll probably get to stay home alone today too!
I wonder if my words got accepted on Urbad dick-tionary yet! I'mma go check.
YES! All of them made it on!
Woot!
Go me!
Yesterday I was recording myself singing various songs, and when I got to Love Story, I realized I sound a lot like Taylor Swift! It's so amazing! I love my voice now! Although I still can't sing anything. Go figure.
(AGH! Did I just say "go figure"??!!!! I don't even have the slightest idea what the heck it means!)
Oh yeah! Now I remember! I was gonna tell you about TiTi!
So, I'm in the hospital on Valentine's day (which sounds like a bad country song), and Jade and Crystal and me are all talking. (Kitty didn't come, so I didn't even have to feel guilty!) Then, Jade mentions her party, and I say, all innocent sweetness (which I have become very good at!) "So, is TiTi gonna be there?" Jade bursts out laughing and does an air-smack. "Shhhhh-! You're so mean, Jas! I told Janelle not to bring her!" Crystal becomes curious (as any sane individual would do). "Who's TiTi?" she asks. "A very lovely person!" I inform her, opening my eyes wide and fluttering my eyelashes. "Shhh-! Jas, you-!" Jade exclaims. "TiTi and Jas didn't really get along, when they first met," she explains to Crystal. "Ah, I see..." says Crystal. Feeling the need to elaborate, Jade continues. "Imagine the worst insult you've ever gotten as a homeschooler, and-" she mumbles something, presumably to delicate for my ears. "ah, I see." says Crystal, sounding pitying. "Eh, she's not that bad," I say, quickly, to protect my honor. "Yes it was!" cries Jade, anxious to worry everyone in a ten mile radius. "She called her a prep!" "Wow," said Crystal. "And a loser," continues Jade. "Seriously...." I begin. Just then, the ladie's inform us that we need to stop soliloquizing and play As The Deer (or some equivelant). After we finish, Jade says, "The only reason TiTi might need to come is that she's staying with her mom this weekend and if we didn't bring her she'd be all alone." I feel like crying, and, judging from the expression on her face, so does Crystal. "That's so sad! Nobody should have to always hang out by themselves! (even though I like to)! Bring her!" I cry, my opinion flip flopping dramatically. "Uh, ok..." says Jade, unnerved by this Fruits Basket worthy speechetta. After we play another song or two, Jade feels the need to further enlighten me to her cause. "TiTi's mom said she only had TiTi because Janelle used to talk to herself when she was little, and they were worried." she explains. If I felt like crying before, that was nothing compared to now. "That is so sad!" sob Crystal and and me in tandem, trying not to be too loud. "Mos def! Bring her!" I cry. "Uh, ok, I'll tell Janelle," says Jade, looking both nonplussed and triumphant. Is she really that devious? Does she now know that I'm so sentimental that I can't stand people feeling sad or unwanted? Did she really want to bring TiTi, so she did a Special Attack: Make Jasmine Cry? Ugh. I try to belive the best about people, but sometimes.....
Eh. Who cares. She's my best friend. I should stop talking behind her back. I mean, what if she reads this?
In the car, Mom was like, "So, who's this TiTi girl, Jas? From what Jade was saying, I gather you don't really get along..." "Oh, no, she's really nice!" I answer, waving my arms around vaguely. "We just.... didn't get properly introduced! Like, we didn't.... er... ya know! Yup!" Unfortunately, I am usually a terrible liar. Mom looked skeptical, but didn't say anything else. She doesn't think a lot of Jade, though. I mean, I've never heard her say so, and of course, she's always very polite, but I know she doesn't. Maybe if Jade didn't try to change everyone so hard....
Oh well. That is what life is. C'est la vie.
Indeed.
I loooooooove the new song I wrote! It's so pretty! I also wuv the piano part I made up! It sounds real! And the song is really fun to sing! I'm so proud! I call it Frozen. Isn't that a GREAT name? I mean, like, a TOTALLY good name? Like, the best you've ever heard! At least it's better than, say, Mmm Papi. Right? Yay!
Kitty decided that she didn't want to go to orchestra today, because she felt sick, so naturally Dad blamed this on me. "Look, young lady!" he thundered quietly, so Kitty wouldn't hear, "You've been saying you have a sore throat, and all, and now Kitty is saying she's sick and doesn't want to go to orchestra! So go and try to convince her she should actually go!" (ARGH! Get the heck off my HEAD you friggin annoying lovebird!) "FINE you jerk!" I told him, and stomped off to try and change Kitty's mind. Did it work? No, it did not. So now, not only do I have to stay home with Sungmin, who is preoccupied with watching a very long Tom And Jerry cartoon, I have to stay home with Monkey Zit Two who is currently peeking over my shoulder to make sure I don't write anything subversive. (which is why I called her a monkey zit.)
Now, I also don't get to wash my hair, cook dinner, or watch Bleach. Lovely. Even the small pleasures of life have been stripped from me! Although, maybe a hot shower would help my cold. I could try. After I'm done, I guess I will. I'll take a echinacea too.
Crud, but I was gonna make curry! Not that I probably can, but I wanted to try! Mom got an Indian cookbook, so I wanted to try it! I love curry. (Japanese curry too)
YES! I got my voice back!!!!!!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
What was I saying? Oh yeah, I wanted to cook dinner, since I sometimes do like cooking. And I wanted to watch more Bleach! There's nothing more entertaining than excess bloodshed, right? Although I did watch kind of a lot last week, so maybe I shouldn't today. Dunno. But I wish Kitty would go to orchestra.
Oh yeah, speaking of orchestra, the Samuels's now hate me. I know I said it before, but I know 'tis true. Every rehearsal, since the concert, they have called attention to me, in an embarassing way, right in front of everyone. Seriously! What is the puppy gonna think? He'll think I'm a slutty ditz who doesn't do anything right! And I'm NOT a frickin DITZ! Seriously! Why does everyone think I am?!!!! (and I ain't no prep, either. Bitch.)
Crud, I guess this means I have to stop badmouthing TiTi. I mean, it's not her fault she's so screwed up. It's her parents fault. I mean, who tells their kid something like that? It's so wrong. No wonder she's such a skank. It's not her fault. Maybe when I get to high school, I can hang out with her and change her life! Woo! Go me!
....
Maybe not.
I felt an icy death glare from Jade, Janelle,Kitty, and TiTi when I wrote that.
Well, whatever. Maybe we'll become best friends! I hope so.... I can try! Right! As long as I apologize for being rude to her when we first met! She's probably a nice person at heart, she'll be glad to make another friend! Right! I'm so happy! I can't wait! Although I'm so dead scared of high school I can hardly breathe (which is not an enviable situation, as I may soon pass out). What the heck am I gonna do? I'm not gonna fit in. I'm a weird person. I mean, I have an online diary that I talk to as if it were a person! Everyone's gonna hate me! And I'm gonna fail all my classes, and I'm gonna be a freak for life! Actually, what I'm scared of, is that right now, everyone thinks, "Oh, she'd be cute and popular if she went to high school, and she'd get good grades too," but I'm afraid that when I actually do go and not get good grades, and not be popular, everyone's gonna look down on me and I'll be embarassed again because I'm not as good as everyone thought. It's gonna suck so bad I think I can't go, but one time, I realized I eventually will have to go to college, so
AGH! FRIGGIN LOVEBIRDS FRIGGIN CRAPPED ON ME! I"MMA GO TAKE A SHOWER! GROSS!
I wonder if my words got accepted on Urbad dick-tionary yet! I'mma go check.
YES! All of them made it on!
Woot!
Go me!
Yesterday I was recording myself singing various songs, and when I got to Love Story, I realized I sound a lot like Taylor Swift! It's so amazing! I love my voice now! Although I still can't sing anything. Go figure.
(AGH! Did I just say "go figure"??!!!! I don't even have the slightest idea what the heck it means!)
Oh yeah! Now I remember! I was gonna tell you about TiTi!
So, I'm in the hospital on Valentine's day (which sounds like a bad country song), and Jade and Crystal and me are all talking. (Kitty didn't come, so I didn't even have to feel guilty!) Then, Jade mentions her party, and I say, all innocent sweetness (which I have become very good at!) "So, is TiTi gonna be there?" Jade bursts out laughing and does an air-smack. "Shhhhh-! You're so mean, Jas! I told Janelle not to bring her!" Crystal becomes curious (as any sane individual would do). "Who's TiTi?" she asks. "A very lovely person!" I inform her, opening my eyes wide and fluttering my eyelashes. "Shhh-! Jas, you-!" Jade exclaims. "TiTi and Jas didn't really get along, when they first met," she explains to Crystal. "Ah, I see..." says Crystal. Feeling the need to elaborate, Jade continues. "Imagine the worst insult you've ever gotten as a homeschooler, and-" she mumbles something, presumably to delicate for my ears. "ah, I see." says Crystal, sounding pitying. "Eh, she's not that bad," I say, quickly, to protect my honor. "Yes it was!" cries Jade, anxious to worry everyone in a ten mile radius. "She called her a prep!" "Wow," said Crystal. "And a loser," continues Jade. "Seriously...." I begin. Just then, the ladie's inform us that we need to stop soliloquizing and play As The Deer (or some equivelant). After we finish, Jade says, "The only reason TiTi might need to come is that she's staying with her mom this weekend and if we didn't bring her she'd be all alone." I feel like crying, and, judging from the expression on her face, so does Crystal. "That's so sad! Nobody should have to always hang out by themselves! (even though I like to)! Bring her!" I cry, my opinion flip flopping dramatically. "Uh, ok..." says Jade, unnerved by this Fruits Basket worthy speechetta. After we play another song or two, Jade feels the need to further enlighten me to her cause. "TiTi's mom said she only had TiTi because Janelle used to talk to herself when she was little, and they were worried." she explains. If I felt like crying before, that was nothing compared to now. "That is so sad!" sob Crystal and and me in tandem, trying not to be too loud. "Mos def! Bring her!" I cry. "Uh, ok, I'll tell Janelle," says Jade, looking both nonplussed and triumphant. Is she really that devious? Does she now know that I'm so sentimental that I can't stand people feeling sad or unwanted? Did she really want to bring TiTi, so she did a Special Attack: Make Jasmine Cry? Ugh. I try to belive the best about people, but sometimes.....
Eh. Who cares. She's my best friend. I should stop talking behind her back. I mean, what if she reads this?
In the car, Mom was like, "So, who's this TiTi girl, Jas? From what Jade was saying, I gather you don't really get along..." "Oh, no, she's really nice!" I answer, waving my arms around vaguely. "We just.... didn't get properly introduced! Like, we didn't.... er... ya know! Yup!" Unfortunately, I am usually a terrible liar. Mom looked skeptical, but didn't say anything else. She doesn't think a lot of Jade, though. I mean, I've never heard her say so, and of course, she's always very polite, but I know she doesn't. Maybe if Jade didn't try to change everyone so hard....
Oh well. That is what life is. C'est la vie.
Indeed.
I loooooooove the new song I wrote! It's so pretty! I also wuv the piano part I made up! It sounds real! And the song is really fun to sing! I'm so proud! I call it Frozen. Isn't that a GREAT name? I mean, like, a TOTALLY good name? Like, the best you've ever heard! At least it's better than, say, Mmm Papi. Right? Yay!
Kitty decided that she didn't want to go to orchestra today, because she felt sick, so naturally Dad blamed this on me. "Look, young lady!" he thundered quietly, so Kitty wouldn't hear, "You've been saying you have a sore throat, and all, and now Kitty is saying she's sick and doesn't want to go to orchestra! So go and try to convince her she should actually go!" (ARGH! Get the heck off my HEAD you friggin annoying lovebird!) "FINE you jerk!" I told him, and stomped off to try and change Kitty's mind. Did it work? No, it did not. So now, not only do I have to stay home with Sungmin, who is preoccupied with watching a very long Tom And Jerry cartoon, I have to stay home with Monkey Zit Two who is currently peeking over my shoulder to make sure I don't write anything subversive. (which is why I called her a monkey zit.)
Now, I also don't get to wash my hair, cook dinner, or watch Bleach. Lovely. Even the small pleasures of life have been stripped from me! Although, maybe a hot shower would help my cold. I could try. After I'm done, I guess I will. I'll take a echinacea too.
Crud, but I was gonna make curry! Not that I probably can, but I wanted to try! Mom got an Indian cookbook, so I wanted to try it! I love curry. (Japanese curry too)
YES! I got my voice back!!!!!!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
What was I saying? Oh yeah, I wanted to cook dinner, since I sometimes do like cooking. And I wanted to watch more Bleach! There's nothing more entertaining than excess bloodshed, right? Although I did watch kind of a lot last week, so maybe I shouldn't today. Dunno. But I wish Kitty would go to orchestra.
Oh yeah, speaking of orchestra, the Samuels's now hate me. I know I said it before, but I know 'tis true. Every rehearsal, since the concert, they have called attention to me, in an embarassing way, right in front of everyone. Seriously! What is the puppy gonna think? He'll think I'm a slutty ditz who doesn't do anything right! And I'm NOT a frickin DITZ! Seriously! Why does everyone think I am?!!!! (and I ain't no prep, either. Bitch.)
Crud, I guess this means I have to stop badmouthing TiTi. I mean, it's not her fault she's so screwed up. It's her parents fault. I mean, who tells their kid something like that? It's so wrong. No wonder she's such a skank. It's not her fault. Maybe when I get to high school, I can hang out with her and change her life! Woo! Go me!
....
Maybe not.
I felt an icy death glare from Jade, Janelle,Kitty, and TiTi when I wrote that.
Well, whatever. Maybe we'll become best friends! I hope so.... I can try! Right! As long as I apologize for being rude to her when we first met! She's probably a nice person at heart, she'll be glad to make another friend! Right! I'm so happy! I can't wait! Although I'm so dead scared of high school I can hardly breathe (which is not an enviable situation, as I may soon pass out). What the heck am I gonna do? I'm not gonna fit in. I'm a weird person. I mean, I have an online diary that I talk to as if it were a person! Everyone's gonna hate me! And I'm gonna fail all my classes, and I'm gonna be a freak for life! Actually, what I'm scared of, is that right now, everyone thinks, "Oh, she'd be cute and popular if she went to high school, and she'd get good grades too," but I'm afraid that when I actually do go and not get good grades, and not be popular, everyone's gonna look down on me and I'll be embarassed again because I'm not as good as everyone thought. It's gonna suck so bad I think I can't go, but one time, I realized I eventually will have to go to college, so
AGH! FRIGGIN LOVEBIRDS FRIGGIN CRAPPED ON ME! I"MMA GO TAKE A SHOWER! GROSS!
Monday, February 16, 2009
if you hate the word dick, please abstain from reading this
Right now I'm waiting for perezhilton to load so I can get the latest scoop on the asshole formerly known as Chris Brown. (Now he's known as The Asshole.) I'mma remove him from my list of favorite singers on Facebook, and I already removed hom from my fan pages. He's such a motherfxkin dickhead I can't believe I ever thought he was cute! I'm so embarassed! Crud! I will never ever like himm again and also I will never ever listen to Forever again!!
Anyways.
Meow.
As I was sayin.
Man, does anyone have a little brother as annoying as Sungmin? Does there even exist a little brother as annoying as Sungmin, be they animal or human? (That's a rhetorical question, you don't need to answer, dear.)
The Samuels' hate me. Why me, I have no idea. Maybe Zac performed some grievous offence to their dignity and, as he is a senior and incapable of being hurt by anything, (Senioritis has many kickbacks, such as invulnerability and cockiness. Oops, I cussed. My bad! Yes, I am obsessed!) they are taking it out on his fourteen year old sister! And I now have to endure four more years of this! Delight! Oh, and since the Indigo Girls appear to be about on the same level of musicianship as I am, they will in all probability be in every orchestra I ever get into, even if I get into the CYMO next year. That means no personality makeover! No breakout of the Sweet Bitch With Big Boobs! Great! That's pretty good! I like that! Ruin the girl's life because she's not drop dead butt ugly and/or gay! Not that Kelsey or Ilene are drop dead butt ugly, as Kelsey used to have a pretty cute look going, but now, as she seems to prefer wearing Uggs, giant leather flipflops, and plain logger shirts, she is no longer on the level of Demi Lovato or Rihanna. (AGH! Poor Rihanna! I HATE that douchebag!) She, in fact, is on the level of Ugly Betty. Except she's not Asian. But still.
Oh yeah, I thought of some words for Urban Dick-tionary!
1. Obcockxious. Very cocky and stupid, studdy, womanizer, idiotic, macho, and a dickhead. Like Chris Brown.
2. Aligaytor. Gay person who's very open about it and goes to protest rallies and stuff. Chris Brown is probably gay.
3. Douche Potato. Like a couch potato except that they're also the biggest douche in the universe. Example: Chris Brown.
4. Cockodile. Like obcockxious, except they're also a pidiot, which is another word I thought up. (pidiot is a pimple/pitbull/idiot, i.e someone who hangas onto their idiotic opinions forever and for always and won't shut up.) Chris Brown is both a cockodile and a pidiot.
5. Dicktator. An abusive, controlling, muscle bound dickhead. Like Chris Brown. Duh.
6. Beef Jerky. Chris Brown. What other explanation do ya need?
7. Adickt. Someone who's addicted to doing it. Like Chris Brown is, I'm sure.
8. Dick-On-A-Stick. Very polished and stiff jerk boy, i.e Chris Brown.
9. Bitch Dick. A girl who is as gay as Chris Brown.
10. Cock Cranium. Refined way of saying dickhead. Chris Brown is a cock cranium.
Oh, and before you start protesting and saying that they all contain either "dick" or "cock", I must honestly tell you..... I don't give a dick. That is how serious I am. (By the end, they start getting really stupid, but I made some of them up just now, because I wanted to have ten.) So, what do you think? Should I put em up? I think I should definately put up douche potato. And obcockxious. And, well, maybe aligaytor, and cockodile. And, ok, dicktator is pretty good too.So is adickt. And beef jerky. Ok! It's settled! I'mma put all of them up except for cock cranium! Just a minute! Brb!
k, I'm back! I put up 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, and 9. Yay! Now I hope they get accepted.
Crud, I have to give the computer to SUngmin now before he spontaneously combusts. But I was gonna tell you more about TiTi! Oh well. Later!
xoxoxo~♥~
Anyways.
Meow.
As I was sayin.
Man, does anyone have a little brother as annoying as Sungmin? Does there even exist a little brother as annoying as Sungmin, be they animal or human? (That's a rhetorical question, you don't need to answer, dear.)
The Samuels' hate me. Why me, I have no idea. Maybe Zac performed some grievous offence to their dignity and, as he is a senior and incapable of being hurt by anything, (Senioritis has many kickbacks, such as invulnerability and cockiness. Oops, I cussed. My bad! Yes, I am obsessed!) they are taking it out on his fourteen year old sister! And I now have to endure four more years of this! Delight! Oh, and since the Indigo Girls appear to be about on the same level of musicianship as I am, they will in all probability be in every orchestra I ever get into, even if I get into the CYMO next year. That means no personality makeover! No breakout of the Sweet Bitch With Big Boobs! Great! That's pretty good! I like that! Ruin the girl's life because she's not drop dead butt ugly and/or gay! Not that Kelsey or Ilene are drop dead butt ugly, as Kelsey used to have a pretty cute look going, but now, as she seems to prefer wearing Uggs, giant leather flipflops, and plain logger shirts, she is no longer on the level of Demi Lovato or Rihanna. (AGH! Poor Rihanna! I HATE that douchebag!) She, in fact, is on the level of Ugly Betty. Except she's not Asian. But still.
Oh yeah, I thought of some words for Urban Dick-tionary!
1. Obcockxious. Very cocky and stupid, studdy, womanizer, idiotic, macho, and a dickhead. Like Chris Brown.
2. Aligaytor. Gay person who's very open about it and goes to protest rallies and stuff. Chris Brown is probably gay.
3. Douche Potato. Like a couch potato except that they're also the biggest douche in the universe. Example: Chris Brown.
4. Cockodile. Like obcockxious, except they're also a pidiot, which is another word I thought up. (pidiot is a pimple/pitbull/idiot, i.e someone who hangas onto their idiotic opinions forever and for always and won't shut up.) Chris Brown is both a cockodile and a pidiot.
5. Dicktator. An abusive, controlling, muscle bound dickhead. Like Chris Brown. Duh.
6. Beef Jerky. Chris Brown. What other explanation do ya need?
7. Adickt. Someone who's addicted to doing it. Like Chris Brown is, I'm sure.
8. Dick-On-A-Stick. Very polished and stiff jerk boy, i.e Chris Brown.
9. Bitch Dick. A girl who is as gay as Chris Brown.
10. Cock Cranium. Refined way of saying dickhead. Chris Brown is a cock cranium.
Oh, and before you start protesting and saying that they all contain either "dick" or "cock", I must honestly tell you..... I don't give a dick. That is how serious I am. (By the end, they start getting really stupid, but I made some of them up just now, because I wanted to have ten.) So, what do you think? Should I put em up? I think I should definately put up douche potato. And obcockxious. And, well, maybe aligaytor, and cockodile. And, ok, dicktator is pretty good too.So is adickt. And beef jerky. Ok! It's settled! I'mma put all of them up except for cock cranium! Just a minute! Brb!
k, I'm back! I put up 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, and 9. Yay! Now I hope they get accepted.
Crud, I have to give the computer to SUngmin now before he spontaneously combusts. But I was gonna tell you more about TiTi! Oh well. Later!
xoxoxo~♥~
Ugh. Orchestra i s sooooooo not fun! The Samuels blame everythingon me, wether it's my fualt or not! And, to do this, they stop in the middle of rehearsal, point to me, say what they want to say, and go back like nothing ever happened! They've been doing this every week since the concert It's getting to be very embarassing! I mean, what's a girl to do? I guess I am a little spacey sometimes, but it was just because I was thinnking of ways I could incorperate some more black into my look and still keep my ponytails, to make a tough/sweet mega-emo cosplay-style chica and reflect away the Gaze Of The Gay. Bu oh well. Still, there really was no need to go "Hey! Jasmine! Are you payin attention? Look at the concertmaster for bowings!" right in front of everyone.Ugh. I have become a Spectacle. Or maybe now the entire orchestra are card carrying members of the I-Hate-Jasmine-Club. I d k. Bluh. Lovelyful.
Chinese school was okay, but we switched teachers in Convo Club to an older lady who is a baaaaad teacher. Plus, since the other teacher is so good, she gets to keep almost everyone else. Only Hope, Zac, the cute eigth grade homeschool boy I'm graduating with (!!!♥ ♥) and two puty boys are with us. We had to leave all my other friends. Meh. I hate this part right here.
Also I now have a great abundance of homework.
Hospitl yesterday was totally fun! Although Jade is becoming quite the sharp tongue. (I don't mean that she is becoming a sharp tongue, as that would look rather odd and might culminate in her removal from school, just that she's getting one.) She had lovely quotes like, "Then why hasn't Roman asked you out?" "Um, it's called (blank)" (this is one of her all time favorite quotes) and, to Zac, "Why aren't you going? Because you don't want to or because you can't?" I try to get her to only critisize me, and not Zac, Kitty, or Crystal, but it sometimes doens't work. I also get the feeling she thinks I'm a total flake. I don't try to be! It's just that I love to see the light in the situation! And I always forget things and am never on time! And, oh yeah, sometimes trip over air and crash into objects that I know are right in front of me, but SERIIOUSLY people, get on the bandwagon! I'm not a friggin DITZ!! Or a prep. Sheesh.
I brought giri chocolate for Crystal and Jade. Am I not sweet as sugar?
I had to play in Zac's quartet with Mr. Mormon Man and Thomas today. It sucked. As did orchestra. But I will try to make the best of it.
Happy happy joy joy joy!
g2g
Chinese school was okay, but we switched teachers in Convo Club to an older lady who is a baaaaad teacher. Plus, since the other teacher is so good, she gets to keep almost everyone else. Only Hope, Zac, the cute eigth grade homeschool boy I'm graduating with (!!!♥ ♥) and two puty boys are with us. We had to leave all my other friends. Meh. I hate this part right here.
Also I now have a great abundance of homework.
Hospitl yesterday was totally fun! Although Jade is becoming quite the sharp tongue. (I don't mean that she is becoming a sharp tongue, as that would look rather odd and might culminate in her removal from school, just that she's getting one.) She had lovely quotes like, "Then why hasn't Roman asked you out?" "Um, it's called (blank)" (this is one of her all time favorite quotes) and, to Zac, "Why aren't you going? Because you don't want to or because you can't?" I try to get her to only critisize me, and not Zac, Kitty, or Crystal, but it sometimes doens't work. I also get the feeling she thinks I'm a total flake. I don't try to be! It's just that I love to see the light in the situation! And I always forget things and am never on time! And, oh yeah, sometimes trip over air and crash into objects that I know are right in front of me, but SERIIOUSLY people, get on the bandwagon! I'm not a friggin DITZ!! Or a prep. Sheesh.
I brought giri chocolate for Crystal and Jade. Am I not sweet as sugar?
I had to play in Zac's quartet with Mr. Mormon Man and Thomas today. It sucked. As did orchestra. But I will try to make the best of it.
Happy happy joy joy joy!
g2g
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I'm waiting while my Bleach episode does it's theme song. Yup, it's done now!
Ugh, there back. Why'd they have to be so quick about it? Honestly.
Bluh.
I now feel like Rukia.
And Ichigo.
And Urahara. (or maybe it's Uryu, I dunno. I can't keep em straight)
And Orihime,
And Naruto.
Very annoying.
Now that everyone's home, I'm wishing I'd spent more time singing rather than making desserts that didn't turn out very good, but screw that, who cares. See, I got to stay home with the babyshitters for a while. Oh, and speaking of the babyshitters, they brought over a huge, evil, smelly, disgusting, ugly, stupid, gross, overgrown guard dog, presumably to guard me. "Only the best for our deeeeear Jasmine!" they cackle, sounding creepy and weird.
Crud, Dad just came over, causing me to clear the screen. "Are you bieng furtive?" he asked suspiciously. "No! Why would I be furtive?" I answered, opening my eyes wide and innocently. He snorted and walked away. Obviously we have some trust issues in this household.
Yesterday at CKC-Muzak (which Dad has taken to calling CKCM, all in one word) one of the boys and hid little brother both gave me valentines' day presents. The guy (about my age) gave me a little stuffed dog toy, and the little kid gave me a handmade card. Kyaaaaaahhhh! I am soooooo touched! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Needless to say, Zac found this whole exchange wildly amusing. Also, he made a point to tell every person he could concievably speak to at the moment. Ugh. Just you wait until he has a girlfriend. Muwahahahaha! But seriously. Nobody's ever done anything like that for me before. You could say I don't expect it! We're going to Halmoni's house tomorrow. I think I'll pick up some chocolate kisses to give to Crystal and Jade for Valentine's. (If we have to go to the hospital. If not, I'll eat them)
Okieeees! I think I'll go check my Pet Society, as everyone appears to be making snide remarks about my "exessive typing habits". Bye!
xoxoxo~♥~
Ugh, there back. Why'd they have to be so quick about it? Honestly.
Bluh.
I now feel like Rukia.
And Ichigo.
And Urahara. (or maybe it's Uryu, I dunno. I can't keep em straight)
And Orihime,
And Naruto.
Very annoying.
Now that everyone's home, I'm wishing I'd spent more time singing rather than making desserts that didn't turn out very good, but screw that, who cares. See, I got to stay home with the babyshitters for a while. Oh, and speaking of the babyshitters, they brought over a huge, evil, smelly, disgusting, ugly, stupid, gross, overgrown guard dog, presumably to guard me. "Only the best for our deeeeear Jasmine!" they cackle, sounding creepy and weird.
Crud, Dad just came over, causing me to clear the screen. "Are you bieng furtive?" he asked suspiciously. "No! Why would I be furtive?" I answered, opening my eyes wide and innocently. He snorted and walked away. Obviously we have some trust issues in this household.
Yesterday at CKC-Muzak (which Dad has taken to calling CKCM, all in one word) one of the boys and hid little brother both gave me valentines' day presents. The guy (about my age) gave me a little stuffed dog toy, and the little kid gave me a handmade card. Kyaaaaaahhhh! I am soooooo touched! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Needless to say, Zac found this whole exchange wildly amusing. Also, he made a point to tell every person he could concievably speak to at the moment. Ugh. Just you wait until he has a girlfriend. Muwahahahaha! But seriously. Nobody's ever done anything like that for me before. You could say I don't expect it! We're going to Halmoni's house tomorrow. I think I'll pick up some chocolate kisses to give to Crystal and Jade for Valentine's. (If we have to go to the hospital. If not, I'll eat them)
Okieeees! I think I'll go check my Pet Society, as everyone appears to be making snide remarks about my "exessive typing habits". Bye!
xoxoxo~♥~
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
well, i didn't mean to be so mean to jade, but....
Seriously. Annoying.
The computer is so frickin slow I have about five different windows open so that I won't get bored while waiting for them to load! Darn! It's so slowwwwww! Like, as slow as ice. Or as slow as Nicole Richie changes trends. Although.... those might not be good examples. Iunno. (When is ice ever slow?) Great, they're home. There goes alllll my funny fun. Crud. Er, wait, it's only Zac. Neva mind! Oh, I needs to check the soupy soup! AAhhhhhhhh! brb! Okies, it's fine.
Now Zac thinks it's not a balanced meal and I should put frickin beans in there. So naturally I won't. If we had chicken, I would out it in, but we don't have chicken. Or, actually, yeah, we have a can, but I don't want to waste it. We can just eat bread. I'm very confident about my cooking skillsies!
Yesterday I was lying in bed and I started thinking up rhymes for "masturbation". Stop, brain, please stop. I scare me sometimes. But at least I wasn't thinking about dicks again. Although I do that too. My brain is now directly wired to perversion. Great.
Do you think regular normal people see the word "dictator" and think "penis potato"? Seriously. I am soooooo frickin weird. I don't even have a dick, so why am I thinking about them? Stop, brain. Please stop.
Maybe Facebook is loaded by now....
It was...
I watched too much Bleach. Now I feel like Rukia. Although I didn't really see her too much in the episode. Ya know, I bet they got her to be kidnapped because her voice actress got sick. Don't you thinkie?
I hope they got candy at Sprouts or at whatever that other store is. I mean, come on! If you're gonna be in Claremnot and make your poor defenselss sister cook dinner for y'all, shouldn't you at least buy her candy? Oh, and speaking of which, do you think I should give Roman chocolate at church on Valentine's day? I don't think so.... Kitty doesn't think so.... Mom would be appaled, so she probably doesn't think so.... BUT Jade thinks so and also thinks I should ask him to Homecoming. I don't even frickin wanna GO to Homecoming, so why should I ask and get turned down cold? Jade, on the subject. "Best thing he can say is no, and the worst thing he can do is be blunt and say "no, I don't like you and I think you're not all that great". So, you should ask? What's the harm?" And you wonder why I have such low self esteem. Really, no one could ask for more supportive friends! Really, really! I feel like I'm in a movie, surrounded so by people who are so kind and encouraging!
...bluh.
I think it's time Jade learned some valuable Little Life Lessons from Guru Jasmine. Ready, Jadie?
1. It is not a good idea to talk behind people's backs, for verily, it comes back to bite you in the butt.
2. The worst way to impress your crush is to make him feel like crap.
3. It is not good to wear a red checked coat over a red silk Chinese evening gown.
4. When picking friends, try to avoid the cows in human form.
And lastly!
5. No matter how pissed at the world you are, try not to take it out on your friends, as they will eventually get tired of feeling bad and ditch.
Not that I will.
But whatev.
They're homie home! I gotta goie go!
bye bye!
xoxoxo~♥~
The computer is so frickin slow I have about five different windows open so that I won't get bored while waiting for them to load! Darn! It's so slowwwwww! Like, as slow as ice. Or as slow as Nicole Richie changes trends. Although.... those might not be good examples. Iunno. (When is ice ever slow?) Great, they're home. There goes alllll my funny fun. Crud. Er, wait, it's only Zac. Neva mind! Oh, I needs to check the soupy soup! AAhhhhhhhh! brb! Okies, it's fine.
Now Zac thinks it's not a balanced meal and I should put frickin beans in there. So naturally I won't. If we had chicken, I would out it in, but we don't have chicken. Or, actually, yeah, we have a can, but I don't want to waste it. We can just eat bread. I'm very confident about my cooking skillsies!
Yesterday I was lying in bed and I started thinking up rhymes for "masturbation". Stop, brain, please stop. I scare me sometimes. But at least I wasn't thinking about dicks again. Although I do that too. My brain is now directly wired to perversion. Great.
Do you think regular normal people see the word "dictator" and think "penis potato"? Seriously. I am soooooo frickin weird. I don't even have a dick, so why am I thinking about them? Stop, brain. Please stop.
Maybe Facebook is loaded by now....
It was...
I watched too much Bleach. Now I feel like Rukia. Although I didn't really see her too much in the episode. Ya know, I bet they got her to be kidnapped because her voice actress got sick. Don't you thinkie?
I hope they got candy at Sprouts or at whatever that other store is. I mean, come on! If you're gonna be in Claremnot and make your poor defenselss sister cook dinner for y'all, shouldn't you at least buy her candy? Oh, and speaking of which, do you think I should give Roman chocolate at church on Valentine's day? I don't think so.... Kitty doesn't think so.... Mom would be appaled, so she probably doesn't think so.... BUT Jade thinks so and also thinks I should ask him to Homecoming. I don't even frickin wanna GO to Homecoming, so why should I ask and get turned down cold? Jade, on the subject. "Best thing he can say is no, and the worst thing he can do is be blunt and say "no, I don't like you and I think you're not all that great". So, you should ask? What's the harm?" And you wonder why I have such low self esteem. Really, no one could ask for more supportive friends! Really, really! I feel like I'm in a movie, surrounded so by people who are so kind and encouraging!
...bluh.
I think it's time Jade learned some valuable Little Life Lessons from Guru Jasmine. Ready, Jadie?
1. It is not a good idea to talk behind people's backs, for verily, it comes back to bite you in the butt.
2. The worst way to impress your crush is to make him feel like crap.
3. It is not good to wear a red checked coat over a red silk Chinese evening gown.
4. When picking friends, try to avoid the cows in human form.
And lastly!
5. No matter how pissed at the world you are, try not to take it out on your friends, as they will eventually get tired of feeling bad and ditch.
Not that I will.
But whatev.
They're homie home! I gotta goie go!
bye bye!
xoxoxo~♥~
i love my outfit. i look like posh spice!
Hola! I'm just typing while the theme song to Bleach plays. It's a very annoying song! I mean, it's cool and all, but it's a pain when all you want to do is watch the episode. Yayayayayyyyy I'm so happy! Mom and Dad went to Claremnot with Kitty, and Zac went to his class, so I get to stay home almost alone! With the babyshittrs... oops, there it goes.
Ok, anyways, I'm back! I musta watched four episodes! Dang, I watch too much. Soon I will become obsessed and wander around wearing a long black robe and carrying a sword, which I name and talk too. Just like Jade. Although I doubt she needs a sword. Her tongue is sharp enough.
Crud, now me need to go cook dinner. But I wanted to watch some more..... *immensely sad* What should I cook? Should I try making curry? Wait, we don't have any curry. So maybe I should make curry without curry. Or, maybe I should just skip the whole curry idea... Should I make soup? Mom made this deeeeesgusting bread that we now have to use up, so it might be good if I made soup, although what good that would do I have no idea as no one actually eats soup and bread, but eh. It's the thought that counts. Right?
We have potatoes. Maybe I should make something with them... I can put them in the microwave, mash them, and then fry the mashed stuff. Ya know, that sounds good! Sort of like fish cakes but without any ickypoo fish to get in the way! Or maybe I'll just go to this cooking blog I found and make the first thing I see. Although with my luck it'll probably be Prune And Egg Fish Casserole With Cheese And Okra In A Ketchup Sauce. But oh well. I'll see...
It suggested I go out to eat and try Indian cuisine. Thanks a BUNCH! You made my DAY! As well as reassuring everyone of my cooking skills... But oh crud, I really should get off the computer, because orchestra ends in two minutes, which means they'll be home in less than and hour. (Or maybe an hour if I'm lucky.) So I gotta go!
Bye!
Love ya!
Kiss kiss!
Later!
xoxoxo~♥~
Ok, anyways, I'm back! I musta watched four episodes! Dang, I watch too much. Soon I will become obsessed and wander around wearing a long black robe and carrying a sword, which I name and talk too. Just like Jade. Although I doubt she needs a sword. Her tongue is sharp enough.
Crud, now me need to go cook dinner. But I wanted to watch some more..... *immensely sad* What should I cook? Should I try making curry? Wait, we don't have any curry. So maybe I should make curry without curry. Or, maybe I should just skip the whole curry idea... Should I make soup? Mom made this deeeeesgusting bread that we now have to use up, so it might be good if I made soup, although what good that would do I have no idea as no one actually eats soup and bread, but eh. It's the thought that counts. Right?
We have potatoes. Maybe I should make something with them... I can put them in the microwave, mash them, and then fry the mashed stuff. Ya know, that sounds good! Sort of like fish cakes but without any ickypoo fish to get in the way! Or maybe I'll just go to this cooking blog I found and make the first thing I see. Although with my luck it'll probably be Prune And Egg Fish Casserole With Cheese And Okra In A Ketchup Sauce. But oh well. I'll see...
It suggested I go out to eat and try Indian cuisine. Thanks a BUNCH! You made my DAY! As well as reassuring everyone of my cooking skills... But oh crud, I really should get off the computer, because orchestra ends in two minutes, which means they'll be home in less than and hour. (Or maybe an hour if I'm lucky.) So I gotta go!
Bye!
Love ya!
Kiss kiss!
Later!
xoxoxo~♥~
Saturday, February 7, 2009
DIVA!!!!!
I'mma diva. Yup!
I got to sing karakoe in front of a whole audience of horrified church goers! Yup, indeedy, that is the way of the world!
See, we were going to the Japanese church for Chinese new years, and then they started doing karaoke and asking if anyone wanted to sing, so I went up with Kitty (who didn't even want to, but I used my Marvelous Powers Of Persuasion to win her friendship and influence her into doing it with me) and asked if I could sing too. They said ok, so I picked Boulevard Of Broken Dreams. I thought it was Green Day, but when the music started playing, it said it was an "original" by some guy named John O Donis (or something). So, intelligently, I started waving my arms around and going, "Hey! Nope! Not this one! Stop!" and other things. So they did. The Kitty and Mom decided we should sing Climb Every Mountain by the Sound Of Music. I thought this was a good idea, as at least it wasn't one of those other songs, which had names like Groovy Night Love Baby and Say I Love You And I Will Go To Your Room. So, I got up on stage with Kitty (who was combing her bangs over her face so she wouldn't be recognized, by who, I'm not exactly sure, as there was exactly one person in the church who's name I knew and she was out in the parking lot) and started trying to sing. I had no idea how it went, of course, so I began to make up a melody on the spot. It sounded pretty darn good, I must say! Then it went to the chorus, which I was supposed to know, but I didn't, so I tried to make up a melody on that too. It didn't work very well.
...Screw that, it didn't work at all. I sounded so funny everyone was cracking up, and by the end, when I started waving my arms around and doing a fake opera voice vibrato and a big glushy glissando, people were about roaring with laughter, and so was I. It was soooo funny! I was laughing all the way into the parking lot! Hey, I might have screwed up royally, but at least I have the guts to do it! Ohhh! Maybe a talent scout in the audience saw me and was so impressed by my improvising that they are even now preparing to take me off to Hollywood to make me a celebrity! Woooo! ♥ I'mma be famous!
... Although maybe I should learn Climb Every Mountain first.... ya think?
A cute boy who sang in the program and was sitting at the back smiled shyly and nodded to me on the way out. He must have been blown away by my fantabulous singing skills! Or maybe he was blown away by my fantabulous boobs. Either way, he seemed quite impressed.
It's still raining. I'm soooo happy! For someone with as sunny a personality as me, I sure do love rain. I think it's because, as Orihime said in a Bleach episode, it "connects the world together, like the sky and the earth getting connected even though they're usually seperate." Although I don't think she said it like that.
... I'm learning my life lessons from manga. Lovely. (Mostly Fruits Basket, though.)
Great, it's time for me to practice. Ohhhh well, at least I can finish that song I started. I'mma call it Frozen I think. (even though I always wait until I finish them to name them). Isn't that a cool name? Yay! Although I don't really like the song itself. It's very whiny. But when I feel sad or anything, it helps to write songs about it, even if I don't sing them, although I usually do end up singing them, cause I always need slow songs. Or it could be fast. Hmmmm.... should I rap it?
Zac thinks I'm good at rapping.
Ehhh, his actual words were, "Jasmine, did you know you're better at rapping than singing?" pssshhhh, what a jerk. Although he said in his diary (I KNOW I was snooping and that's wrong, but I saw an entry about me and I couldn't help reading it!) that some of my songs are "actually pretty clever" and "Jas is a good rapper too." (Think M.I.A or Lil Mama, not Missy Elliot or Snoop Dog) He also said that "I don't think Jade is a good influence for Jas. Her self-esteem, smartness is dropping every day, and Mom worries that she won't have good work ethics in high school." (At least I THINK he said that. He uses some sort of weird short hand that is impossible for the average lay-woman to read.) WELL! Excuse ME! So my smartness is getting lower each DAY, is it! Just for that, I do more math than ever. Sometimes an hour. But I don't tell mom, as I want her to think I'm a heckuva lot stupider and irresponsibler than I actually am. So, when I do laundry or dishes or anything, I keep it between my closed lippies! Important!
Oh, uh, what was I saying? Huh. It's just that the stupid babyshitters are here, (why the heck?) working out in the garage, and it's kind of making it hard to think what with all the grunting and gasping and shouts of "AHH! WORK that gluteus-maximus! OOOHH!" (why one should be working one's posterior is beyond me. Maybe for greater facility in grasping while making out.)
What WAS I saying??
Oh well. it's irrelevant now, because I have to go practice. CRUD.
xoxoxo~♥~
I got to sing karakoe in front of a whole audience of horrified church goers! Yup, indeedy, that is the way of the world!
See, we were going to the Japanese church for Chinese new years, and then they started doing karaoke and asking if anyone wanted to sing, so I went up with Kitty (who didn't even want to, but I used my Marvelous Powers Of Persuasion to win her friendship and influence her into doing it with me) and asked if I could sing too. They said ok, so I picked Boulevard Of Broken Dreams. I thought it was Green Day, but when the music started playing, it said it was an "original" by some guy named John O Donis (or something). So, intelligently, I started waving my arms around and going, "Hey! Nope! Not this one! Stop!" and other things. So they did. The Kitty and Mom decided we should sing Climb Every Mountain by the Sound Of Music. I thought this was a good idea, as at least it wasn't one of those other songs, which had names like Groovy Night Love Baby and Say I Love You And I Will Go To Your Room. So, I got up on stage with Kitty (who was combing her bangs over her face so she wouldn't be recognized, by who, I'm not exactly sure, as there was exactly one person in the church who's name I knew and she was out in the parking lot) and started trying to sing. I had no idea how it went, of course, so I began to make up a melody on the spot. It sounded pretty darn good, I must say! Then it went to the chorus, which I was supposed to know, but I didn't, so I tried to make up a melody on that too. It didn't work very well.
...Screw that, it didn't work at all. I sounded so funny everyone was cracking up, and by the end, when I started waving my arms around and doing a fake opera voice vibrato and a big glushy glissando, people were about roaring with laughter, and so was I. It was soooo funny! I was laughing all the way into the parking lot! Hey, I might have screwed up royally, but at least I have the guts to do it! Ohhh! Maybe a talent scout in the audience saw me and was so impressed by my improvising that they are even now preparing to take me off to Hollywood to make me a celebrity! Woooo! ♥ I'mma be famous!
... Although maybe I should learn Climb Every Mountain first.... ya think?
A cute boy who sang in the program and was sitting at the back smiled shyly and nodded to me on the way out. He must have been blown away by my fantabulous singing skills! Or maybe he was blown away by my fantabulous boobs. Either way, he seemed quite impressed.
It's still raining. I'm soooo happy! For someone with as sunny a personality as me, I sure do love rain. I think it's because, as Orihime said in a Bleach episode, it "connects the world together, like the sky and the earth getting connected even though they're usually seperate." Although I don't think she said it like that.
... I'm learning my life lessons from manga. Lovely. (Mostly Fruits Basket, though.)
Great, it's time for me to practice. Ohhhh well, at least I can finish that song I started. I'mma call it Frozen I think. (even though I always wait until I finish them to name them). Isn't that a cool name? Yay! Although I don't really like the song itself. It's very whiny. But when I feel sad or anything, it helps to write songs about it, even if I don't sing them, although I usually do end up singing them, cause I always need slow songs. Or it could be fast. Hmmmm.... should I rap it?
Zac thinks I'm good at rapping.
Ehhh, his actual words were, "Jasmine, did you know you're better at rapping than singing?" pssshhhh, what a jerk. Although he said in his diary (I KNOW I was snooping and that's wrong, but I saw an entry about me and I couldn't help reading it!) that some of my songs are "actually pretty clever" and "Jas is a good rapper too." (Think M.I.A or Lil Mama, not Missy Elliot or Snoop Dog) He also said that "I don't think Jade is a good influence for Jas. Her self-esteem, smartness is dropping every day, and Mom worries that she won't have good work ethics in high school." (At least I THINK he said that. He uses some sort of weird short hand that is impossible for the average lay-woman to read.) WELL! Excuse ME! So my smartness is getting lower each DAY, is it! Just for that, I do more math than ever. Sometimes an hour. But I don't tell mom, as I want her to think I'm a heckuva lot stupider and irresponsibler than I actually am. So, when I do laundry or dishes or anything, I keep it between my closed lippies! Important!
Oh, uh, what was I saying? Huh. It's just that the stupid babyshitters are here, (why the heck?) working out in the garage, and it's kind of making it hard to think what with all the grunting and gasping and shouts of "AHH! WORK that gluteus-maximus! OOOHH!" (why one should be working one's posterior is beyond me. Maybe for greater facility in grasping while making out.)
What WAS I saying??
Oh well. it's irrelevant now, because I have to go practice. CRUD.
xoxoxo~♥~
Thursday, February 5, 2009
skank...
It describes TiTi perfectly.
Look it up on Urban Dictionary.
The first definition.
It's all TiTi. You just need to change the name.
Look it up on Urban Dictionary.
The first definition.
It's all TiTi. You just need to change the name.
NOT a prep!!
My fishie just died. I'm sooooo sad... now I don't really want to eat anything either, because someone didn't fish her out of her tank and she's floating on the surface which is really very nausea inducing, so I don't want to eat anything even though I'm really hungry.
Today, I think we have a lesson. (Last week, the teacher ditched at the last minute, as I told you) Then, i have to go and give Karina a lesson, which is ok, I guess, but I hate having to stay at work for five hours due to Kitty's ballet class. Oh well, but at least I won't have to practice.
I should be doing math right now. Or at least something, but I don't want to. I know that's not very good time-management skills, but I can't help it. Or, yes, I frickin can help it! What am I, five years old? Even TiTi must be smarter and better at schoolwork and self management than I am! Sure, she's a bitch, but presumably, she has friends. I mean, if she goes around holding hands with one of them.... so, basically, she's a gay bitch with disgusting hair and ugly clothes. Lovely.
I really, really, really hope that she doesn't come to Jade's party with us. Jade invited, like, all her friends, including Bi Boy and Robotica, so I'm guessing TiTi The Sweetie is coming too. Although Jade said she's trying to persuade Miss Electronical Girl not to bring her, which I really hope she doesn't, since I relish neither the thought of being called a loser, or getting into a catfight when I do my sweet/sarcastic act and go "TiiiiTiiiiiiii! It's so nice to seeee you! How you beeeeen! *hug* Let's go buy something!!!!!" Personally, I think that would be rather funny, especially as Jade said she hates that. I should make sure to wear a short pink skirt and makeup. And heels. And perfume. And pigtails. And my purse. Then, I can out-girly her! Hyah! *chop* Although, that won't be much of a challenge, as she looks rather like a boy. I mean, pleassssssse!! There's nothing wrong with being an A-cup, most of my friends are A-cups, but do you really have to wear loose hideous emo-granny clothes to accentuate the fact? Seriously. What a terrible dresser right there.
Maybe TiTi is jealous of my beauty, wit, cuteness, and charm. Maybe she wishes that she had the courage to wear pink, curly pigtails, ribbons, jewelry, cute clips, makeup, and lace. Maybe she wishes that she, too, owned a one-of-a-kind sparkly pink Tinkerbell purse. (My old best friend gave it to me before she went evil and began to hate me, and no one has anything like it!!!! Hyahhhh!) Maybe she too, wishes she was possessed of a lovely singing voice and manners so perfect she makes everyone love her! (Not that I mean to brag!) But, nay, probably not. She probably hates me for what I am, rather than for what she is not. (Nyaaah, I like the sound of that!) She probably wishes all actual girls were lying dead in a volcanic crater somewhere. She calls me a prep. Kitty (and co) calls me a ditz. I just call me a girly-girl. Nothin wrong with that! (Oh, and by the way, even if I am very klutzy and stupid, and cheerful, that doesn't make me a ditz! Does it?) (And preps are usually smart, so I'm not that girl either.) Why do people classify themselves? Shouldn't you just say, like, "Hi! I'm (name) and I'm a person!" Besides the obvious, I mean. Not that people introduse themselves by their stereotypes either. But you know what I mean. I honestly don't see what's wrong with being a prep. (Although I'm not really sure what a prep is...) I'll look it up on Urban Dictionary and get back to ya. Hang onnie on!
"ditz, bitch, slut, slef centerred concieded, world revolves around them... shop expensive clothes and go to Victoria's secret to buy bras they don't even need because they are fuckin size a. Also spen way to much on makeup like Bobbi Brown when they can look just as skanky with Mabelline." (complete with actual spelling errors) Also, I skipped some. Apparentyl, they also go to many parties. That describes me not at all! TiTi you idiot! You can't even identify right! And I am NOT a ditz! Seriously!!!!! Although, maybe I am self centerred and concieded. I guess I am. Bluhhhhh I hate meself. But at least I'm not a prep!
xoxoxo~♥~
Today, I think we have a lesson. (Last week, the teacher ditched at the last minute, as I told you) Then, i have to go and give Karina a lesson, which is ok, I guess, but I hate having to stay at work for five hours due to Kitty's ballet class. Oh well, but at least I won't have to practice.
I should be doing math right now. Or at least something, but I don't want to. I know that's not very good time-management skills, but I can't help it. Or, yes, I frickin can help it! What am I, five years old? Even TiTi must be smarter and better at schoolwork and self management than I am! Sure, she's a bitch, but presumably, she has friends. I mean, if she goes around holding hands with one of them.... so, basically, she's a gay bitch with disgusting hair and ugly clothes. Lovely.
I really, really, really hope that she doesn't come to Jade's party with us. Jade invited, like, all her friends, including Bi Boy and Robotica, so I'm guessing TiTi The Sweetie is coming too. Although Jade said she's trying to persuade Miss Electronical Girl not to bring her, which I really hope she doesn't, since I relish neither the thought of being called a loser, or getting into a catfight when I do my sweet/sarcastic act and go "TiiiiTiiiiiiii! It's so nice to seeee you! How you beeeeen! *hug* Let's go buy something!!!!!" Personally, I think that would be rather funny, especially as Jade said she hates that. I should make sure to wear a short pink skirt and makeup. And heels. And perfume. And pigtails. And my purse. Then, I can out-girly her! Hyah! *chop* Although, that won't be much of a challenge, as she looks rather like a boy. I mean, pleassssssse!! There's nothing wrong with being an A-cup, most of my friends are A-cups, but do you really have to wear loose hideous emo-granny clothes to accentuate the fact? Seriously. What a terrible dresser right there.
Maybe TiTi is jealous of my beauty, wit, cuteness, and charm. Maybe she wishes that she had the courage to wear pink, curly pigtails, ribbons, jewelry, cute clips, makeup, and lace. Maybe she wishes that she, too, owned a one-of-a-kind sparkly pink Tinkerbell purse. (My old best friend gave it to me before she went evil and began to hate me, and no one has anything like it!!!! Hyahhhh!) Maybe she too, wishes she was possessed of a lovely singing voice and manners so perfect she makes everyone love her! (Not that I mean to brag!) But, nay, probably not. She probably hates me for what I am, rather than for what she is not. (Nyaaah, I like the sound of that!) She probably wishes all actual girls were lying dead in a volcanic crater somewhere. She calls me a prep. Kitty (and co) calls me a ditz. I just call me a girly-girl. Nothin wrong with that! (Oh, and by the way, even if I am very klutzy and stupid, and cheerful, that doesn't make me a ditz! Does it?) (And preps are usually smart, so I'm not that girl either.) Why do people classify themselves? Shouldn't you just say, like, "Hi! I'm (name) and I'm a person!" Besides the obvious, I mean. Not that people introduse themselves by their stereotypes either. But you know what I mean. I honestly don't see what's wrong with being a prep. (Although I'm not really sure what a prep is...) I'll look it up on Urban Dictionary and get back to ya. Hang onnie on!
"ditz, bitch, slut, slef centerred concieded, world revolves around them... shop expensive clothes and go to Victoria's secret to buy bras they don't even need because they are fuckin size a. Also spen way to much on makeup like Bobbi Brown when they can look just as skanky with Mabelline." (complete with actual spelling errors) Also, I skipped some. Apparentyl, they also go to many parties. That describes me not at all! TiTi you idiot! You can't even identify right! And I am NOT a ditz! Seriously!!!!! Although, maybe I am self centerred and concieded. I guess I am. Bluhhhhh I hate meself. But at least I'm not a prep!
xoxoxo~♥~
Monday, February 2, 2009
um, sorry...
...for all the "fucks" in the previous entry. I was very, very, pissed. Also, the stupid laptop wouldn't work very well.
(Maybe I said "shit" a couple of times, too)
My concert last night did suck, though. No one talked to me, at all. Like, I went up to someone, said something, they reply, they leave. It even happened with Mr. Frumpie Nerdy Turdy Homeschooled Mountain Dwelling Dork Boy himself. Maybe it was my perfume. Do you think? I always wear Paris Hilton/Jordache from the dollar store, and it smells reeeeeeally good, but maybe people don't like it? Should I take to wearing Chanel No 5? My grandma in Pennsylvania has some. I could ask her to mail me some.
... Or maybe it was my hair. I was just wearing my normal hairdo, but I curled it too, and I looked so darn cute that maybe everyone was jealous. (not.)
Or maybe they didn't like my clothes. I had on a long black velvet skirt, black tights (ew), black ballet flats, a white corset top layered over a white collared blouse, (and, because that flattened my chest to abnormal porportions, I stuffed it back to its normal size), gold eyeliner, and a huge amount of metallic pink lip gloss. I mean, loooooots. Taylor Swift had nothing on me. I was awaiting my very own Love Story. Did I get it? Well, soooooort of.
At the reception, I tried to find Kitty, so I could find Mom, so I could find the phone. (or camera.) When I finally found Kitty, standing by a table of kim bap and stuffing her face so full she looked like a chipmunk in a black t shirt, Mom wasn't with her. When I asked where she was, our dear little emo elf replied, "Uhhh, Iunoo. She must be somewhere. *munch* Find 'er." Well, that was certaintly helpful. "Help me find her!" I demanded. We didn't find her, but we found Zac, who in turn, gave us Dad's phone. This in hand, I went to track down the Puppy. Found him, talking to someone, and looking so darn cute I could hardly stand it (or stand up for that matter, as there was slippery kim bap and squashed fruit all over the floor.) I approached him perkily, smiled, and asked, "Hey, Michael! Would you take a picture with me?" "Sure, ok," said he. Nice response, I thought. He sounds like he's been pithed or something. So, he stood next to me, and leaned in a little. Dude didn't even have the presence of mind to put his arm around me! Kitty took a picture, and he moved away. Lovely. "Thank you!" I told him, still smiling, and ran off. Seriously! He's about as friendly as a pig on crack! Shouldn't he hug me, or something??!!!! Although, several times, once in the green room, and once in the reception, he did smile and wave. Oh, speaking of waving, that el disgusto jerkwad W.W waved to me too. I walked onto the stage for rehearsal and picture, and he turned around. He looked at me for a few seconds, as if judging if I were going to punch him, and then did a nervous version of his nerdy wave. I was so thunderstruck I half smiled and waved back. Now why the heck did I do that? He probably thinks I'm his girlfriend now! Just like Thomas, whom I oh, by the way, have to go hang out with today. Zac has magnanimously decided to include the pimply perv in his quartet, which I just happen to have to play in, since the so reliable violist ditched at the last minute. Not only do I have to play viola with Thomas, I have to play it in the company of a very strange and whitewashed Mormon boy, who's name I don't know. I suppose I'll find it out tonight. He probably either thinks I'm hot and should wear a bikini, or thinks I'm immodest and should wear a burka. Wonderful. No one ever sees me for me. They just see my big chest for me. (I admit, it's rather hard to get past these honkers into my heart, but you could at least try!) Oh, and yes, they are currently expanding. They hurt a lot right now, and are very tender and I have to hold my arm across my chest when I go up and down stairs. I'm lovin it. I know, I pretend to hate being a big boobed girl, but I'm actually very proud of my little friends. Although my left one is still bigger than my right one. Is that normal? Do most people have an unbalanced chest? Maybe that's why I'm so klutzy. My aerodynamics don't work as well because I have an unbalanced ballast. That must be it! Yup!
I went to Chinese school yesterday. It was really fun! I met this girl named Hope, who looks a little like TiTi (I'm soooo sorry to say it, Hope!) but is fun to hang out with. Even though she goes to the Academy. (I looked at her paper). Everyone's really nice, and I even saw that cute homeschooled boy I'm graduating with. What was his name again? I'm very bad at Chinese, but I am learning a bit. I can write the characters for "rain" and "big" from memory, and I can write my name. (Although I already knew how to do that.) Big is "dah"!!! Although I already knew that too, ever since I was five years old! Hua is flower! And xiao is down! Yû is rain! I'm so smart. Pinyin is very funny. Hope and I were laughing about it...
I need to go to Claremont soon, for the Quartet Of Doom and my Dance Class Of Doom. Oh well, next year I won't have to, as I will be in school. SHIT! I don't want to go to school either! HELP!!!!!
xoxoxo~♥~
(Maybe I said "shit" a couple of times, too)
My concert last night did suck, though. No one talked to me, at all. Like, I went up to someone, said something, they reply, they leave. It even happened with Mr. Frumpie Nerdy Turdy Homeschooled Mountain Dwelling Dork Boy himself. Maybe it was my perfume. Do you think? I always wear Paris Hilton/Jordache from the dollar store, and it smells reeeeeeally good, but maybe people don't like it? Should I take to wearing Chanel No 5? My grandma in Pennsylvania has some. I could ask her to mail me some.
... Or maybe it was my hair. I was just wearing my normal hairdo, but I curled it too, and I looked so darn cute that maybe everyone was jealous. (not.)
Or maybe they didn't like my clothes. I had on a long black velvet skirt, black tights (ew), black ballet flats, a white corset top layered over a white collared blouse, (and, because that flattened my chest to abnormal porportions, I stuffed it back to its normal size), gold eyeliner, and a huge amount of metallic pink lip gloss. I mean, loooooots. Taylor Swift had nothing on me. I was awaiting my very own Love Story. Did I get it? Well, soooooort of.
At the reception, I tried to find Kitty, so I could find Mom, so I could find the phone. (or camera.) When I finally found Kitty, standing by a table of kim bap and stuffing her face so full she looked like a chipmunk in a black t shirt, Mom wasn't with her. When I asked where she was, our dear little emo elf replied, "Uhhh, Iunoo. She must be somewhere. *munch* Find 'er." Well, that was certaintly helpful. "Help me find her!" I demanded. We didn't find her, but we found Zac, who in turn, gave us Dad's phone. This in hand, I went to track down the Puppy. Found him, talking to someone, and looking so darn cute I could hardly stand it (or stand up for that matter, as there was slippery kim bap and squashed fruit all over the floor.) I approached him perkily, smiled, and asked, "Hey, Michael! Would you take a picture with me?" "Sure, ok," said he. Nice response, I thought. He sounds like he's been pithed or something. So, he stood next to me, and leaned in a little. Dude didn't even have the presence of mind to put his arm around me! Kitty took a picture, and he moved away. Lovely. "Thank you!" I told him, still smiling, and ran off. Seriously! He's about as friendly as a pig on crack! Shouldn't he hug me, or something??!!!! Although, several times, once in the green room, and once in the reception, he did smile and wave. Oh, speaking of waving, that el disgusto jerkwad W.W waved to me too. I walked onto the stage for rehearsal and picture, and he turned around. He looked at me for a few seconds, as if judging if I were going to punch him, and then did a nervous version of his nerdy wave. I was so thunderstruck I half smiled and waved back. Now why the heck did I do that? He probably thinks I'm his girlfriend now! Just like Thomas, whom I oh, by the way, have to go hang out with today. Zac has magnanimously decided to include the pimply perv in his quartet, which I just happen to have to play in, since the so reliable violist ditched at the last minute. Not only do I have to play viola with Thomas, I have to play it in the company of a very strange and whitewashed Mormon boy, who's name I don't know. I suppose I'll find it out tonight. He probably either thinks I'm hot and should wear a bikini, or thinks I'm immodest and should wear a burka. Wonderful. No one ever sees me for me. They just see my big chest for me. (I admit, it's rather hard to get past these honkers into my heart, but you could at least try!) Oh, and yes, they are currently expanding. They hurt a lot right now, and are very tender and I have to hold my arm across my chest when I go up and down stairs. I'm lovin it. I know, I pretend to hate being a big boobed girl, but I'm actually very proud of my little friends. Although my left one is still bigger than my right one. Is that normal? Do most people have an unbalanced chest? Maybe that's why I'm so klutzy. My aerodynamics don't work as well because I have an unbalanced ballast. That must be it! Yup!
I went to Chinese school yesterday. It was really fun! I met this girl named Hope, who looks a little like TiTi (I'm soooo sorry to say it, Hope!) but is fun to hang out with. Even though she goes to the Academy. (I looked at her paper). Everyone's really nice, and I even saw that cute homeschooled boy I'm graduating with. What was his name again? I'm very bad at Chinese, but I am learning a bit. I can write the characters for "rain" and "big" from memory, and I can write my name. (Although I already knew how to do that.) Big is "dah"!!! Although I already knew that too, ever since I was five years old! Hua is flower! And xiao is down! Yû is rain! I'm so smart. Pinyin is very funny. Hope and I were laughing about it...
I need to go to Claremont soon, for the Quartet Of Doom and my Dance Class Of Doom. Oh well, next year I won't have to, as I will be in school. SHIT! I don't want to go to school either! HELP!!!!!
xoxoxo~♥~
pissed.
Darn it, I'm soooooooo pissed! I don't even know why! I just am, so shove it!
And get the fuck out of my way!
My concert last night sucked. No one wanted to talk to me, especially not the members of the I-Hate-Jasmine-Club, which include practically everyone in the whole freakin orchestra now. It sooooooo sucked. I did get to take a picture with the puppy, though, and also this other guy..... (lots of guys, acutally.)
Guys are nicer than girls.
No, I'm not gay, and don't think I am for saying that. It's just true. We girls think that it's COOL to be a bitch, so we're mean to everyone. Also, we're ver insecure, so we try to be mean to the losers so that we can feel better.
Shit, I fuckin HATE this keyboard! It skips letters like you won't BELIEVE!
And, yes, I AM going to keep cussing. I don't care. Shove it up your fat ass.
SHUT UP, SUNGMIN!!!! YOU ARE BEING SO FREAKING ANNOYING!!! AND QUIT HITTING THE FREAKING SOFA!!! IMMA.... well, I dunno what I'mma do. I'mma just do something.
I fuckin dont want to go to Claremont today. I always feel really awkward when I get back, and while Im there, too, and I don't want to go to dance. And I don't want to play viola in Zac's freakin quartet.
Being in Claremont freakin burns up the whole day. I HATE going there. I really don't want to.
CRUD, dad wants me to go t=do something really idiotic. by.
I'm back. He wanted me to change the calendar page. I fuckin HATE being homeschooled! But I don't want to go to school! ANd I don't want to have to hang out with Jade The Critical for hours on end! Doing that can really bruise a girl's ego. Dang it, some genius decided I should go to Karina's dad's house and speak Spanish with him and Zac. Why the heck? I'll never learn anything anyways, so why should I go? I hate doing things like this, especially as the limi of things I can say in Spanish is about "where is the bathroom" and "I love you." This should be a wonderfully enlightening conversation. I so can't wait. Shit, i now have to go get dressed for the aforesaid. See you later, if ghosts can indeed see.
SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!
And get the fuck out of my way!
My concert last night sucked. No one wanted to talk to me, especially not the members of the I-Hate-Jasmine-Club, which include practically everyone in the whole freakin orchestra now. It sooooooo sucked. I did get to take a picture with the puppy, though, and also this other guy..... (lots of guys, acutally.)
Guys are nicer than girls.
No, I'm not gay, and don't think I am for saying that. It's just true. We girls think that it's COOL to be a bitch, so we're mean to everyone. Also, we're ver insecure, so we try to be mean to the losers so that we can feel better.
Shit, I fuckin HATE this keyboard! It skips letters like you won't BELIEVE!
And, yes, I AM going to keep cussing. I don't care. Shove it up your fat ass.
SHUT UP, SUNGMIN!!!! YOU ARE BEING SO FREAKING ANNOYING!!! AND QUIT HITTING THE FREAKING SOFA!!! IMMA.... well, I dunno what I'mma do. I'mma just do something.
I fuckin dont want to go to Claremont today. I always feel really awkward when I get back, and while Im there, too, and I don't want to go to dance. And I don't want to play viola in Zac's freakin quartet.
Being in Claremont freakin burns up the whole day. I HATE going there. I really don't want to.
CRUD, dad wants me to go t=do something really idiotic. by.
I'm back. He wanted me to change the calendar page. I fuckin HATE being homeschooled! But I don't want to go to school! ANd I don't want to have to hang out with Jade The Critical for hours on end! Doing that can really bruise a girl's ego. Dang it, some genius decided I should go to Karina's dad's house and speak Spanish with him and Zac. Why the heck? I'll never learn anything anyways, so why should I go? I hate doing things like this, especially as the limi of things I can say in Spanish is about "where is the bathroom" and "I love you." This should be a wonderfully enlightening conversation. I so can't wait. Shit, i now have to go get dressed for the aforesaid. See you later, if ghosts can indeed see.
SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!
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