Oh no... I have orchestra in an hour or so. Or rather, I have to leave for orchestra in an hour or so, because I have to go early and set up, and not only that, I have to ride with Mr White Boy I-Hate-Everyone-Who-Isn't-Full-Blooded-American Anthony (who DARES to share a name with my homie who made retreat bearable!). And so I am not looking overmuch forward to this wonderful system of carpooling. It seems to be a blight on the fabric of my blighted life, a fly in the ointment of my buggy existence. It's not my first choice of how to spend a lovely Sunday afternoon.
Besides, it's the last day before I have to go to school.... and how perfect is that? Instead of frolicking happily in fields of wildflowers and drinking coffee and painting my nails and etcetera, I get to go sit inside a stuffy old room with eighty pretentious musicians who all dislike me, playing my violin which also dislikes me, and listening to a pair of old people drone on about how music is essential to life, particularly classical music as played by their perfectissimo orchestra. And they also dislike me. (On one point, however, I do agree, music IS essential to life, just maybe not The Light Cavalry Overture and Marche Millitaire Francaise. Ya get me?
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
i love rain!
Oh no....
Vacation is now over.... That's really depressing. Actually, I really do have one more day, but as I have to go to bed early and do homework that may have previously slipped through my fingers, it really is not that much of a vacation day, is it?
Well... Christmas vacation is coming in a few weeks.... but before that we have finals, probably the school system's way of making sure you don't enjoy your break thoroughly. I'm actually frankly quite scared. Especially for bio.
So.... let us see.
I have, on the same days,
P.e and English
Geo and Spanish
Gay-o and Health
LOVELY who made up this perfect schedule anyway??!
Actually, you know, it's not bad. I have a hard test and an easy test on the same day, AND Gay-o is last so I can at least cram for it all week. And after that? VACATION, BABY!
Jade, Kitty, and I want to go to Victoria Gardens. I might invite Crystal too.
Also, Mom wants to take me and Kitty to Korea town, and we also want to go to Pasadena to go shop at the cheap outlet stores. Then, we also want to go shopping in Ontario Mills. (At least Kitty and I do.) Bonnie wants us (the lunch group) to go to her house and watch Star Trek. (For some reason, I couldn't convince them to see New Moon. Weird, huh? But at least Star Trek has that dude Luke Skywalker. He's probably pretty smokin'. And doesn't he fall in love with 7Up? Or whatever her name is. Or was that Laila? Or Jane Way? Hmm, I'm not really too sure. I better just keep quiet when I'm around the Trek Heads.)
Yesterday, or actually for Thanksgiving, Cousin David (as he is now colloquially known) and his gf Elizabeth came to visit. It was sooo fun! Elizabeth is very pretty. She also has a remarkably high voice. She's pretty shy, though, although she eventually warmed up. Kitty and I were debating whether or not the two of them had done it yet. She thinks from behind. I think just the traditional way, and with nothing fancy. Just in-and-out. (Thank goodness they had separate rooms while they were here, educational as it may have been otherwise!)
Oh yeah! It rained very heavily today! Soooo happy!
Wow, this entry sounds just like the old me. How scary. Almost makes me forget I am both a clumsy little goth girl and an emo slut. (Maybe Mira really is blond. How the eff could I be both?)
Anyway, Sungmin (who turned nine yesterday and is exceedingly proud of the fact) is being a total pestilential brat, so I better go. Also, I still have homework from a week ago. Bye!
xoxoxo~♥~
Vacation is now over.... That's really depressing. Actually, I really do have one more day, but as I have to go to bed early and do homework that may have previously slipped through my fingers, it really is not that much of a vacation day, is it?
Well... Christmas vacation is coming in a few weeks.... but before that we have finals, probably the school system's way of making sure you don't enjoy your break thoroughly. I'm actually frankly quite scared. Especially for bio.
So.... let us see.
I have, on the same days,
P.e and English
Geo and Spanish
Gay-o and Health
LOVELY who made up this perfect schedule anyway??!
Actually, you know, it's not bad. I have a hard test and an easy test on the same day, AND Gay-o is last so I can at least cram for it all week. And after that? VACATION, BABY!
Jade, Kitty, and I want to go to Victoria Gardens. I might invite Crystal too.
Also, Mom wants to take me and Kitty to Korea town, and we also want to go to Pasadena to go shop at the cheap outlet stores. Then, we also want to go shopping in Ontario Mills. (At least Kitty and I do.) Bonnie wants us (the lunch group) to go to her house and watch Star Trek. (For some reason, I couldn't convince them to see New Moon. Weird, huh? But at least Star Trek has that dude Luke Skywalker. He's probably pretty smokin'. And doesn't he fall in love with 7Up? Or whatever her name is. Or was that Laila? Or Jane Way? Hmm, I'm not really too sure. I better just keep quiet when I'm around the Trek Heads.)
Yesterday, or actually for Thanksgiving, Cousin David (as he is now colloquially known) and his gf Elizabeth came to visit. It was sooo fun! Elizabeth is very pretty. She also has a remarkably high voice. She's pretty shy, though, although she eventually warmed up. Kitty and I were debating whether or not the two of them had done it yet. She thinks from behind. I think just the traditional way, and with nothing fancy. Just in-and-out. (Thank goodness they had separate rooms while they were here, educational as it may have been otherwise!)
Oh yeah! It rained very heavily today! Soooo happy!
Wow, this entry sounds just like the old me. How scary. Almost makes me forget I am both a clumsy little goth girl and an emo slut. (Maybe Mira really is blond. How the eff could I be both?)
Anyway, Sungmin (who turned nine yesterday and is exceedingly proud of the fact) is being a total pestilential brat, so I better go. Also, I still have homework from a week ago. Bye!
xoxoxo~♥~
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
convict me, please, of cruelty to preps
Darn it, vacation is getting to me! But I don't want to go back to school.... No, I don't. I'm scared! I'm scared to go to school. Wow, I sound like a little kid. Oh well.
It's the truth.
I DON'T want to have to hang out with those awful preps anymore! They just make me feel ill. It's like they're trying to repulse people with their noxious odiousosity. (Or idiocy. Whichever you prefer.) I honestly think they're out to take over the whole school. Which would be like a zombie attack, if you ask me, because not only are they scary, cannibalistic, acrimonious clones of each other, they are out to take over the world and kill people. Messily. (Because social death is never a pretty thing.) Although, I think even a zombie attack would be preferable to this. With that, at least, we could hug each other, cry in corners, run away screaming, cancel school indefinitely, and eventually build a giant zombie-banishing missal that would blast off to outer space and take the vile flesh-eaters with it. It seems like a good plan to me! Unfortunately, the zombies in this situation are dressed in Abercrombie and Fitch and play soccer. If we blasted them out into outer space, not only would it be a violation of the sanctity of human rights, but several athletic coaches be out of a job, and many malls would lose their Hollister outlets due to lack of business. Which would be bad for the economy. So it is my noble and patriotic duty to let the evil preps reign supreme and occasionally let me overhear a sop of gossip about the emo sluts who deem it necessary to hang around the school and try to get an education ohmiGOSH isn't that awful and WEIRD!? And did you see her outfit? S-luttttyyy! She must think she's like the queen of all the sluts in the world or something! Oh my gosh, totally. And when I was at soccer practice yesterday, I saw the hottest guy and he was soooooo hot and ohmigosh he was like so tall and OHMIGOSH he said hi to me! Isn't that like the coolest! Hey, I need to copy your answers.
And that, dear friends, is what I am subject to every single day! Although generally it's not even that interesting. Most times, it centers around the soccer team roster, and who brought what water bottle to what game, and how the scores were tied with the other team during the scrimmage, and lovely SHIT how do they find so much conversation over so LITTLE????!!!! Sometimes, the guys get in on it, and when they're not calling the preppiest girl a blond (which I HATE to hear because it reminds me of Mark, and also I'M supposed to be the blond hear, and don't you forget it!), they're discussing the different ways that they should go enjoy their preppy little asses. One of them, this little man named, as far as I can tell, Rook, is SO NAUSEATINGLY ANNOYING that I can hardly stand to look at his ugly little face! He almost literally makes me ILL. I cannot lie. He is just so REPULSIVE. Also, this asshole named Daniel is SO irritating I can hardly stand it! Here are the main points of his irritating-ness.
1. He wears skinny jeans, and he wears them unabashedly! How irritating is that???
2. He frequently makes allusion to "blond moments" and "the dumb blonds I know". HeLLO, emo slut still trying to get over cause of emo sluttiness over here!
3. He has an annoying accent. Although, it's not really an accent as much as sounding like a wiseass all the time.
4. He always casually bumps into me and finds occasion to follow me everywhere and then make me uncomfortable merely by being his preppy, skinny-jean wearing self.
5. He has odd girlfriends. You know, you are what you eat...
6. He has odd friends in general! Which is creepy! It means he himself is odd. (Although one can tell that from his attire.)
7. He treats me like shit when he's with his charmingly preppy friends, and then when I go to tutoring and he's there (NATURALLY) he treats me like I'm his Favorite Buddy Of The Day.
8. He sometimes smiles at me in such a knowing, we're-in-this-together, I'm-not-about-to-let-you-get-eaten-by-the-ravenous-sharklike-zombies-who-happen-to-be-my-very-best-friends-in-all-the-world-so-you-can-relax manner that I feel like pissing my pants in annoyance! (Which is highly unladylike, so, as you can imagine, I do restrain myself from doing so. Although, to do so would be suitably emo in an I-don't-care-what-the-eff-this-joint-has-to-say-about-me-I'm-gone sort of way.)
9. He constantly talks-loudly- about the different girls he likes and what he wants to do to them later. (All right, to be fair, I have never heard him say that, but, as he is a guy, he must be at least thinking those things, if not uttering them aloud.) This would not annoy me, except he already has poor wittle blond Mira strung along on his playa string. (Which also does not bother me, because she is the preppiest of them all. And not only that, you haven't heard annoying accent until you've heard her talk. DANG it's annoying! She has a way of pronouncing the letter "a" so that it's the most grating sound in the world. And she just sounds so white... Ugh, I'm not even going to get into it. It'll take all night. And don't even get me started on her fashion sense! Girl, Uggs ain't hot ant they never will be, so you can march right on over to Urban Outfitters (or the poor homeless person on Citrus Avenue) and give 'em right back. And the same goes for those AWFUL pants! Don't you have a decent pair of jeans? No? Not even a pair that covers your ankles or stops at your knees where it is supposed to? Ah, my condolences. Well, good thing you have all those perfecto cargo pants then.) *Roll of eyes* Anyway.
10. He is SUCH a smartass! Can't stand it! The only one around here who is allowed to be a smartass is me, because I am the only one perhaps in the entire room who is capable of finishing every assignment, by myself, in under twenty minutes. So there. Not that the preps openly copy from me. To do that would be to admit that an emo slut is smarter than them, and dear me, you can believe it would be a cold day in the-you-know-what before that would happen! But still.
Anyway, I'm tired of trashing on the preps. It's just so lame when they can't fight back by showing their snotty little faces to me. (Looking at them makes my eyes wanna pull out that glove and declare a duel right then and there!)
So. What now.
Hmm.
I fpund New Moon on line and am watching it now. Jacob and Bella are shhooooooooo cyyyyuuuuuuuuuuute together! *sob*
And Taylor Lautner is the super hottiest chunk of love I've ever seen! MWAH!
Oh, supper time.
Bye.
xoxo~&hearts~
It's the truth.
I DON'T want to have to hang out with those awful preps anymore! They just make me feel ill. It's like they're trying to repulse people with their noxious odiousosity. (Or idiocy. Whichever you prefer.) I honestly think they're out to take over the whole school. Which would be like a zombie attack, if you ask me, because not only are they scary, cannibalistic, acrimonious clones of each other, they are out to take over the world and kill people. Messily. (Because social death is never a pretty thing.) Although, I think even a zombie attack would be preferable to this. With that, at least, we could hug each other, cry in corners, run away screaming, cancel school indefinitely, and eventually build a giant zombie-banishing missal that would blast off to outer space and take the vile flesh-eaters with it. It seems like a good plan to me! Unfortunately, the zombies in this situation are dressed in Abercrombie and Fitch and play soccer. If we blasted them out into outer space, not only would it be a violation of the sanctity of human rights, but several athletic coaches be out of a job, and many malls would lose their Hollister outlets due to lack of business. Which would be bad for the economy. So it is my noble and patriotic duty to let the evil preps reign supreme and occasionally let me overhear a sop of gossip about the emo sluts who deem it necessary to hang around the school and try to get an education ohmiGOSH isn't that awful and WEIRD!? And did you see her outfit? S-luttttyyy! She must think she's like the queen of all the sluts in the world or something! Oh my gosh, totally. And when I was at soccer practice yesterday, I saw the hottest guy and he was soooooo hot and ohmigosh he was like so tall and OHMIGOSH he said hi to me! Isn't that like the coolest! Hey, I need to copy your answers.
And that, dear friends, is what I am subject to every single day! Although generally it's not even that interesting. Most times, it centers around the soccer team roster, and who brought what water bottle to what game, and how the scores were tied with the other team during the scrimmage, and lovely SHIT how do they find so much conversation over so LITTLE????!!!! Sometimes, the guys get in on it, and when they're not calling the preppiest girl a blond (which I HATE to hear because it reminds me of Mark, and also I'M supposed to be the blond hear, and don't you forget it!), they're discussing the different ways that they should go enjoy their preppy little asses. One of them, this little man named, as far as I can tell, Rook, is SO NAUSEATINGLY ANNOYING that I can hardly stand to look at his ugly little face! He almost literally makes me ILL. I cannot lie. He is just so REPULSIVE. Also, this asshole named Daniel is SO irritating I can hardly stand it! Here are the main points of his irritating-ness.
1. He wears skinny jeans, and he wears them unabashedly! How irritating is that???
2. He frequently makes allusion to "blond moments" and "the dumb blonds I know". HeLLO, emo slut still trying to get over cause of emo sluttiness over here!
3. He has an annoying accent. Although, it's not really an accent as much as sounding like a wiseass all the time.
4. He always casually bumps into me and finds occasion to follow me everywhere and then make me uncomfortable merely by being his preppy, skinny-jean wearing self.
5. He has odd girlfriends. You know, you are what you eat...
6. He has odd friends in general! Which is creepy! It means he himself is odd. (Although one can tell that from his attire.)
7. He treats me like shit when he's with his charmingly preppy friends, and then when I go to tutoring and he's there (NATURALLY) he treats me like I'm his Favorite Buddy Of The Day.
8. He sometimes smiles at me in such a knowing, we're-in-this-together, I'm-not-about-to-let-you-get-eaten-by-the-ravenous-sharklike-zombies-who-happen-to-be-my-very-best-friends-in-all-the-world-so-you-can-relax manner that I feel like pissing my pants in annoyance! (Which is highly unladylike, so, as you can imagine, I do restrain myself from doing so. Although, to do so would be suitably emo in an I-don't-care-what-the-eff-this-joint-has-to-say-about-me-I'm-gone sort of way.)
9. He constantly talks-loudly- about the different girls he likes and what he wants to do to them later. (All right, to be fair, I have never heard him say that, but, as he is a guy, he must be at least thinking those things, if not uttering them aloud.) This would not annoy me, except he already has poor wittle blond Mira strung along on his playa string. (Which also does not bother me, because she is the preppiest of them all. And not only that, you haven't heard annoying accent until you've heard her talk. DANG it's annoying! She has a way of pronouncing the letter "a" so that it's the most grating sound in the world. And she just sounds so white... Ugh, I'm not even going to get into it. It'll take all night. And don't even get me started on her fashion sense! Girl, Uggs ain't hot ant they never will be, so you can march right on over to Urban Outfitters (or the poor homeless person on Citrus Avenue) and give 'em right back. And the same goes for those AWFUL pants! Don't you have a decent pair of jeans? No? Not even a pair that covers your ankles or stops at your knees where it is supposed to? Ah, my condolences. Well, good thing you have all those perfecto cargo pants then.) *Roll of eyes* Anyway.
10. He is SUCH a smartass! Can't stand it! The only one around here who is allowed to be a smartass is me, because I am the only one perhaps in the entire room who is capable of finishing every assignment, by myself, in under twenty minutes. So there. Not that the preps openly copy from me. To do that would be to admit that an emo slut is smarter than them, and dear me, you can believe it would be a cold day in the-you-know-what before that would happen! But still.
Anyway, I'm tired of trashing on the preps. It's just so lame when they can't fight back by showing their snotty little faces to me. (Looking at them makes my eyes wanna pull out that glove and declare a duel right then and there!)
So. What now.
Hmm.
I fpund New Moon on line and am watching it now. Jacob and Bella are shhooooooooo cyyyyuuuuuuuuuuute together! *sob*
And Taylor Lautner is the super hottiest chunk of love I've ever seen! MWAH!
Oh, supper time.
Bye.
xoxo~&hearts~
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
for once, not emo
I'm trying to look up cell reproduction and growth and simultaneously look at pictures of celebrities wearing hideous outfits so I can laugh, but Dad is hovering and skulking in the background, perhaps because he thinks Lindsay Lohan is hot, but more likely to piss me off. He does it well, I cannot fault him for that.
Oh well. Just one more week until Thanksgiving vacation! And then I get a whole week off! I'm so happy. No homework! Although, in the grand tradition of the honor's classes, there probably will be.
Yesterday, I went to the football game. It was sooooo fun! I went with Crystal, and then we met up with Jade and my entire lunch crew. (But I mostly stayed with Crystal.) We had to leave early, but who cares? We still got to see those lovely football players in their lusciously tight pants! Very delightful. *sigh* I ate way too much though. I'm still feeling bloated. Everything I eat tastes like fat! Oh well. Tis a small price to pay. I just won't eat much this week.
Everyone else is playing poker and they want me to as well. But I do not. So there.
YEEEEEEEEKKKKKKSSSSS Kitty just put this giant rubber bug on the table in front of me! Meanie!
Oh NO!! From the master bedroom... where our parents were taking a nap.... Kitty reports she heard emanating a loud and lusty "OWWWWWWW!!!!" and then MOANING! Aren't they too OLD for that? Dad is effing FORTY NINE! And Mom is forty FIVE! EVIL! It's EVIL! As well as disgusting! What could have possessed them to.... Hmmm, maybe it's some sort of thing that happens when you're married. Whenever you go near a bed, you feel a sudden and intense urge to do it IMMEDIATELY, and being adults and having had their brains completely saturated with alcohol and trippiness in college, they have no self control and happily succumb. That could explain the rising birthrate in the USA...
Scratch USA. Make that everywhere.
I don't think I ever want to get married. I want to be one of those ageless vixens who so captivate all the men, matrimonially linked or otherwise. It could be fun to toy with their hearts, don't you think? I intend to have many boyfriends though. Preferably simultaneously. Heck, why don't I start now? It could be easy. With my sex appeal, I could have them crawling on hands and knees, in preparation for a strange backwards doggie-style in no time! Time to make a plan.
Let's see... A lot of guys from orchestra seem like total nerds, so they might not have girlfriends. So I could confess. (All my friends in p.e and I were practicing that because it was raining so we didn't have to do anything. Now I'm pretty good at it.) And also, I think I might be able to hook Jason. Yesterday, when we had that speaker in the auditorium, he was all holding my hand and stuff. And he said he used to like me. Also, I may be able to get a very shy and awkward guy from Spanish. He goes to my church, and seemed uncommonly delighted when I made allusion to this fact. (His "nice-to-meet-you" bespoke more "I-should-love-to-meet-every-part-of-your-anatomy" then the typical courteous greeting.) Who else, who else? Someone at church, maybe? Although that could be harder, because of Mom's constant eye upon me. But still. I could go for KiKi's bro, but somehow I doubt their family approves of dating, and he's as silent as a courtroom after a death sentence. Also, it might be kind of awkward, KiKi being my buddy and all. And, the most important thing, I don't really want him to give me my first kiss. I mean, kissing that guy has gotta be like licking a frozen flagpole in February in Kansas. I want someone with a little more experience.... and if he's hot, I wouldn't complain. But Mark.... DAMMIT, BRAIN, SHUT UP! I wonder if he's kissed his newfound love yet. His newfound love who's a junior. SHIT! My brain is a closet masochist. It likes to abuse itself, and me, as much as humanly (or should I say "brainly") possible.
I want to get a boba today. I mean, I did get a perfect score on my math quiz yesterday! YEAH! I forgot to tell you! I GOT EM ALL RIGHT! ALL OF THEM BABY! WAY TO GET BACK ON THAT CATWALK! WOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!! SUCK IT!!!!!!!!!!! NYAHA!!
*Ahem*. Anyway.
I think I really should get a boba. I mean, not only did I do that, I put up with those stinkin tall students for the CKC gig in Chapel (And they don't sound beautiful when singing! Believe me!) (And I hate how petite they make me look! Eeesh!) I also put up with the plastic preps whom I have to endure sitting behind EVERY DAY in English! And their fashion sense is so awful I would expire from it immediately (If their shitsucker preppiness didn't get me first), only then I wouldn't get to gaze at the hot guy across the room anymore. It's that bad. I MEAN IT.
So I think I deserve a boba.
xoxo~♥~
Oh well. Just one more week until Thanksgiving vacation! And then I get a whole week off! I'm so happy. No homework! Although, in the grand tradition of the honor's classes, there probably will be.
Yesterday, I went to the football game. It was sooooo fun! I went with Crystal, and then we met up with Jade and my entire lunch crew. (But I mostly stayed with Crystal.) We had to leave early, but who cares? We still got to see those lovely football players in their lusciously tight pants! Very delightful. *sigh* I ate way too much though. I'm still feeling bloated. Everything I eat tastes like fat! Oh well. Tis a small price to pay. I just won't eat much this week.
Everyone else is playing poker and they want me to as well. But I do not. So there.
YEEEEEEEEKKKKKKSSSSS Kitty just put this giant rubber bug on the table in front of me! Meanie!
Oh NO!! From the master bedroom... where our parents were taking a nap.... Kitty reports she heard emanating a loud and lusty "OWWWWWWW!!!!" and then MOANING! Aren't they too OLD for that? Dad is effing FORTY NINE! And Mom is forty FIVE! EVIL! It's EVIL! As well as disgusting! What could have possessed them to.... Hmmm, maybe it's some sort of thing that happens when you're married. Whenever you go near a bed, you feel a sudden and intense urge to do it IMMEDIATELY, and being adults and having had their brains completely saturated with alcohol and trippiness in college, they have no self control and happily succumb. That could explain the rising birthrate in the USA...
Scratch USA. Make that everywhere.
I don't think I ever want to get married. I want to be one of those ageless vixens who so captivate all the men, matrimonially linked or otherwise. It could be fun to toy with their hearts, don't you think? I intend to have many boyfriends though. Preferably simultaneously. Heck, why don't I start now? It could be easy. With my sex appeal, I could have them crawling on hands and knees, in preparation for a strange backwards doggie-style in no time! Time to make a plan.
Let's see... A lot of guys from orchestra seem like total nerds, so they might not have girlfriends. So I could confess. (All my friends in p.e and I were practicing that because it was raining so we didn't have to do anything. Now I'm pretty good at it.) And also, I think I might be able to hook Jason. Yesterday, when we had that speaker in the auditorium, he was all holding my hand and stuff. And he said he used to like me. Also, I may be able to get a very shy and awkward guy from Spanish. He goes to my church, and seemed uncommonly delighted when I made allusion to this fact. (His "nice-to-meet-you" bespoke more "I-should-love-to-meet-every-part-of-your-anatomy" then the typical courteous greeting.) Who else, who else? Someone at church, maybe? Although that could be harder, because of Mom's constant eye upon me. But still. I could go for KiKi's bro, but somehow I doubt their family approves of dating, and he's as silent as a courtroom after a death sentence. Also, it might be kind of awkward, KiKi being my buddy and all. And, the most important thing, I don't really want him to give me my first kiss. I mean, kissing that guy has gotta be like licking a frozen flagpole in February in Kansas. I want someone with a little more experience.... and if he's hot, I wouldn't complain. But Mark.... DAMMIT, BRAIN, SHUT UP! I wonder if he's kissed his newfound love yet. His newfound love who's a junior. SHIT! My brain is a closet masochist. It likes to abuse itself, and me, as much as humanly (or should I say "brainly") possible.
I want to get a boba today. I mean, I did get a perfect score on my math quiz yesterday! YEAH! I forgot to tell you! I GOT EM ALL RIGHT! ALL OF THEM BABY! WAY TO GET BACK ON THAT CATWALK! WOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!! SUCK IT!!!!!!!!!!! NYAHA!!
*Ahem*. Anyway.
I think I really should get a boba. I mean, not only did I do that, I put up with those stinkin tall students for the CKC gig in Chapel (And they don't sound beautiful when singing! Believe me!) (And I hate how petite they make me look! Eeesh!) I also put up with the plastic preps whom I have to endure sitting behind EVERY DAY in English! And their fashion sense is so awful I would expire from it immediately (If their shitsucker preppiness didn't get me first), only then I wouldn't get to gaze at the hot guy across the room anymore. It's that bad. I MEAN IT.
So I think I deserve a boba.
xoxo~♥~
Saturday, November 7, 2009
life sucks. hopefully, then you die.
i saw... a 3some. they were on the ground in a big white sleeping bag. half unzipped. mommy said...... as she walked past.. oh my. turns head.
did you SEE A DICK!
4tunatly not.
u mean UNfortunately! was it three guys???
1 guy 2 galz
how does that WORK!
special equipment.
AH.
Hi...
Ugh, why is life like a disgusting ickypoo pile of poop? If I hadn't been born, I wouldn't be sad.
... But then again I wouldn't be happy either, so maybe one can argue both ways.
I really very much dislike my life and I would be happy to have no life. Wait, I already have no life. Bwahaha. That is so funny, I can't, uh....
Oh, forget it. Ya know what? I should like to die.
And I'm serious this time.
I don't care about anything.
Nothing.
And no one cares about me.
Sheesh, that was a pretty selfish and emo thing to say.
Oh, dammit, I have a lot of homework and a test to correct and Safari is spacing out and I HATE MY LIFE!
It's not because of school. I'd be even more depressed homeschooled.
Oh well.
Gotta go do ho-work.
See you later.
xoxo~♥~
did you SEE A DICK!
4tunatly not.
u mean UNfortunately! was it three guys???
1 guy 2 galz
how does that WORK!
special equipment.
AH.
Hi...
Ugh, why is life like a disgusting ickypoo pile of poop? If I hadn't been born, I wouldn't be sad.
... But then again I wouldn't be happy either, so maybe one can argue both ways.
I really very much dislike my life and I would be happy to have no life. Wait, I already have no life. Bwahaha. That is so funny, I can't, uh....
Oh, forget it. Ya know what? I should like to die.
And I'm serious this time.
I don't care about anything.
Nothing.
And no one cares about me.
Sheesh, that was a pretty selfish and emo thing to say.
Oh, dammit, I have a lot of homework and a test to correct and Safari is spacing out and I HATE MY LIFE!
It's not because of school. I'd be even more depressed homeschooled.
Oh well.
Gotta go do ho-work.
See you later.
xoxo~♥~
Monday, November 2, 2009
I would say that I'm going crazy, only I can't actually feel anything at all. I'm completely numb. In fact, if someone told me I was fat, I would just nod solemnly and continue on with whatever I had been doing. If someone offered me to go see Evanescence in concert with Crystal and Jade, free, and with Taylor Lautner serving us free food afterwards, all I would do would be to say, "Yay, let's go." With no exclamation point.
Because? Mark has a girlfriend. (He said so) And it's not me. (No explanation needed)
When I first found out, it was like I was actually in pain. I thought I was going to die. And then I didn't feel anything at all, and I still don't. I wonder what's wrong with me.
Because? Mark has a girlfriend. (He said so) And it's not me. (No explanation needed)
When I first found out, it was like I was actually in pain. I thought I was going to die. And then I didn't feel anything at all, and I still don't. I wonder what's wrong with me.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
yong xue is my new name.
It means Eternal Snow. 永 雪。
This family is reeeeeeeeeeeeally starting to be pissing me off! Dang it, shut UP already! Dad has deemed it necessary to check my data notebook for gay-o, and now he is making comments derogatory to my intellect and general talent in the way of writing up labs. Plus, he is now considering asking the teacher why the hell his little girl isn't making straight A's in the class. I'm sure you can imagine why this might not be a lovelylicious idea. Can you not? Yes, I'm glad you have such good empathy.
But, now that you mention it, why the hell AREN'T I making straight A's in the class? It's not like it's a hard class. Ok, yes, it is. But does that matter? Most people can do it! Most people, however, are also smart. Or at least smarter than I am. But let us not delude ourselves that... uh....
Whatever.
I utterly hate my life right now. Utterly. It's like a meaningless black hole that I'm continuously sinking into. I might stop or slow down sometimes, but that's not enough, so I just keep on goin'. I hate to sound emo and selfish, but, dear me, what is this blog, if not a place to BE emo and selfish? It seems it would just be a page of meaningless pratings. And who would like to look at that? (Hopefully, no one would like to look at this either, but that is besides the point.)
Life is like an empty chocolate box- you think it's going to be full of diverting surprises and sweet things, but when you take a look, the only things it contains are dust, disappointment, and emptiness. (And maybe a few empty wrappers.) It's a funny thing, life. It's so short, and yet when you think about it, it's way too long. Why are we alive? Why are we here? What is our purpose on the earth? And how come some people's purpose appears to be to annoy the living daylights out of me? It is indeed a mystery. Maybe I should become a philosopher and figure these things out. It would at least be an easy A. Think of it! For your term paper, all you need to do is justify your opinion with whatever made-up crap you care to think of! Easy. Dad would probably be excellent at it.
Why am I still here when lots of more deserving people are dead or unhappy? So many good and kind people are six feet under, while I, the most selfish bitch on the planet, am enjoying anything life (or even my family) cares to throw my way. It's not right. It's not fair. I definitely should do something about it.
...Yeah, so I'm going to punish myself for being alive. Is that a problem? Does it make your little heart feel bad? Well, too bad. I'm not going to be anyone's little doll anymore. And I'm not going to get in anyone's way anymore.
Mark started talking to me on Sabbath like nothing was wrong. I was so astounded that all I could do was insult him vehemently with almost every sentence that came from between my lovely and glossy lips. He didn't appear to care either. Why should he? His girlfriend is a freaking JUNIOR! She's probably a tomboy too. AND has all A's on her report card. And doesn't eat like a caveman who just got done with whipping a horned wooly mammoth to death in his underwear. In 40 degree weather. Who hasn't eaten in five days. And who was previously watching America's Got Talent cooking division. (Is there such a thing?) But anyhow, she's probably completely perfect. Why me? Why is life so sucky? Why is it like a dark hole of blackness that just won't get any better?
And why am I not bleeding so much now? On Friday, I had to scrape that darn safety pin back and forth like 20 times before even a little blood started showing through my surprisingly thick epidermis! Grrr.....
Oh! Maybe that mysterious "Eppi" in my class is actually named "Epidermis"! I never thought of that before! Oh! Now I understand! I see why he didn't want to tell us his name! (Well, would you, if your name were Epidermis? His parents must be raving psychopaths.)
I went trick-or-treating yesterday, Now I'm gonna be fat.
Not that I'm not already.
Oh well. I need to go. Dad wants to have the computer so he can watch some screwball video, ner mind I was doing homework. Well, see you!
If I don't kill myself first.
Just kidding.
I think.
xoxo~♥~
This family is reeeeeeeeeeeeally starting to be pissing me off! Dang it, shut UP already! Dad has deemed it necessary to check my data notebook for gay-o, and now he is making comments derogatory to my intellect and general talent in the way of writing up labs. Plus, he is now considering asking the teacher why the hell his little girl isn't making straight A's in the class. I'm sure you can imagine why this might not be a lovelylicious idea. Can you not? Yes, I'm glad you have such good empathy.
But, now that you mention it, why the hell AREN'T I making straight A's in the class? It's not like it's a hard class. Ok, yes, it is. But does that matter? Most people can do it! Most people, however, are also smart. Or at least smarter than I am. But let us not delude ourselves that... uh....
Whatever.
I utterly hate my life right now. Utterly. It's like a meaningless black hole that I'm continuously sinking into. I might stop or slow down sometimes, but that's not enough, so I just keep on goin'. I hate to sound emo and selfish, but, dear me, what is this blog, if not a place to BE emo and selfish? It seems it would just be a page of meaningless pratings. And who would like to look at that? (Hopefully, no one would like to look at this either, but that is besides the point.)
Life is like an empty chocolate box- you think it's going to be full of diverting surprises and sweet things, but when you take a look, the only things it contains are dust, disappointment, and emptiness. (And maybe a few empty wrappers.) It's a funny thing, life. It's so short, and yet when you think about it, it's way too long. Why are we alive? Why are we here? What is our purpose on the earth? And how come some people's purpose appears to be to annoy the living daylights out of me? It is indeed a mystery. Maybe I should become a philosopher and figure these things out. It would at least be an easy A. Think of it! For your term paper, all you need to do is justify your opinion with whatever made-up crap you care to think of! Easy. Dad would probably be excellent at it.
Why am I still here when lots of more deserving people are dead or unhappy? So many good and kind people are six feet under, while I, the most selfish bitch on the planet, am enjoying anything life (or even my family) cares to throw my way. It's not right. It's not fair. I definitely should do something about it.
...Yeah, so I'm going to punish myself for being alive. Is that a problem? Does it make your little heart feel bad? Well, too bad. I'm not going to be anyone's little doll anymore. And I'm not going to get in anyone's way anymore.
Mark started talking to me on Sabbath like nothing was wrong. I was so astounded that all I could do was insult him vehemently with almost every sentence that came from between my lovely and glossy lips. He didn't appear to care either. Why should he? His girlfriend is a freaking JUNIOR! She's probably a tomboy too. AND has all A's on her report card. And doesn't eat like a caveman who just got done with whipping a horned wooly mammoth to death in his underwear. In 40 degree weather. Who hasn't eaten in five days. And who was previously watching America's Got Talent cooking division. (Is there such a thing?) But anyhow, she's probably completely perfect. Why me? Why is life so sucky? Why is it like a dark hole of blackness that just won't get any better?
And why am I not bleeding so much now? On Friday, I had to scrape that darn safety pin back and forth like 20 times before even a little blood started showing through my surprisingly thick epidermis! Grrr.....
Oh! Maybe that mysterious "Eppi" in my class is actually named "Epidermis"! I never thought of that before! Oh! Now I understand! I see why he didn't want to tell us his name! (Well, would you, if your name were Epidermis? His parents must be raving psychopaths.)
I went trick-or-treating yesterday, Now I'm gonna be fat.
Not that I'm not already.
Oh well. I need to go. Dad wants to have the computer so he can watch some screwball video, ner mind I was doing homework. Well, see you!
If I don't kill myself first.
Just kidding.
I think.
xoxo~♥~
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