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~♥~
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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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