Today's AQ40 roster (from when i pulled it up around 3pm)
cield
diddly
tanaca
wilco
aita
chunk
notbad
ibiki
syku
adriana
emrys
magenewman
milo
shemp
yau
magedizel
carnius
dosh
insaetia
izzay
nola
azgazin
coldflesh
galidel
jdawg
ochimusha
foodstamp
dathion
mesinuup
millar
woodchuck
darkpolo
rade
darkvega
gems
maxamos
reality
shander
sunferno
check it out guys!
i'm so talented :P
and this is my char in game.
eh, i kinda don't look so cool now, but once i get my final equipment, i'll look uber cool!! lol yay me. :)
i'm so talented :P
and this is my char in game.
eh, i kinda don't look so cool now, but once i get my final equipment, i'll look uber cool!! lol yay me. :)
well helloa from austin!
school's been quite fun. for anyone who doesn't know my dorm # and would like to know, leave a message in my guestbook. (err ... i mean anyone i know. not those random people who like to post links in my guestbook :( :P )
so i've been chillaxing. school hasn't fully picked up pace yet. it's only the second day of classes but i've now been to all my classes at least once. whoopee.
leslie's going to have lunch with lanier people on saturday. *grin* wowie. alrighty that's all for now. moohaha! i'm a college girl!
byeeeeeeee
school's been quite fun. for anyone who doesn't know my dorm # and would like to know, leave a message in my guestbook. (err ... i mean anyone i know. not those random people who like to post links in my guestbook :( :P )
so i've been chillaxing. school hasn't fully picked up pace yet. it's only the second day of classes but i've now been to all my classes at least once. whoopee.
leslie's going to have lunch with lanier people on saturday. *grin* wowie. alrighty that's all for now. moohaha! i'm a college girl!
byeeeeeeee
hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAhahahaha
margaret came crying to me today about how she sold all her gb avatars to get this one hat that turns out not to do what she thought ... well anyhow she looks SO ridiculous in gb i just had to take a screenie
oh god have you seen anyone so mismatched before?! lolololol poor margaret
and while i'm at it, i'll just post my gb character too :P i have this jungle/safari theme going on ... :D
margaret came crying to me today about how she sold all her gb avatars to get this one hat that turns out not to do what she thought ... well anyhow she looks SO ridiculous in gb i just had to take a screenie
oh god have you seen anyone so mismatched before?! lolololol poor margaret
and while i'm at it, i'll just post my gb character too :P i have this jungle/safari theme going on ... :D
I'm supposed to read The Moon is a Harsh Mistress (by Heinlen) this weekend. I'm not going to get done with it, but hey it's not a bad book. Something that I thought was worth quoting (because i really did laugh out loud..) :
"Some [machines] get nervous breakdowns. Overloaded phone system behaves like a frightened child. Mike did not have upsets, he aquired a sense of humor instead. A low one. If he were a man, you wouldn't dare stoop over. His idea of a thigh-slapper would be to dump you out of bed -- or put itch powder in your pressure suit.
Not being equipped for that, Mike indulged in phony answers with skewed logic, or pranks like issuing a pay cheque to a janitor in Authority's Luna City office for AS-$10,000,000,000,000,185.15 -- last five digits being the correct amount. Just a great big overgrown lovable kid who ought to be kicked."
--Robert A. Heinlen, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
"Some [machines] get nervous breakdowns. Overloaded phone system behaves like a frightened child. Mike did not have upsets, he aquired a sense of humor instead. A low one. If he were a man, you wouldn't dare stoop over. His idea of a thigh-slapper would be to dump you out of bed -- or put itch powder in your pressure suit.
Not being equipped for that, Mike indulged in phony answers with skewed logic, or pranks like issuing a pay cheque to a janitor in Authority's Luna City office for AS-$10,000,000,000,000,185.15 -- last five digits being the correct amount. Just a great big overgrown lovable kid who ought to be kicked."
--Robert A. Heinlen, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
i know you're going through a troubled time in your life...
you say you want happiness, but do you think this is the way? you're pushing your friends away, neglecting them. is loneliness a catalyst for happiness? i think not.
you say you're taken for granted, but everyone i know is aware of what a great person you are. maybe we haven't shown it enough, but it doesn't mean that we care any less.
your motto now: "whatever."
it hurts me to see you like this. all i can do is hope that you find your way. i hope you do it before what you've lost is unrecoverable. it's no use trying to convince you that you are your own worst enemy right now. all i can do is voice my opinion, and then the rest is up to you. people learn by making their own mistakes. wisdom through suffering. (sound familiar?)
if this is what you want, if this is what you truly feel like you need right now ... so it will be. i will not tow the entire bulk of a friendship if you drag your heels. i will let you go, allowing you one step closer to freedom from this "web" that you detest so much.
but i want you to know that i'll be here with open arms. because i love you. because i care. (however much you refuse to believe it) and if at some point in the immediate or distant future, when you feel you've lost everything, when you look back and curse your own actions, when you have lost your passion, your pride ... i will be here, exactly how you've left me, as if no time has passed between us, as if nothing has changed. no questions asked, no apologies, no grudges. you know how to reach me.
i'll be here.
you say you want happiness, but do you think this is the way? you're pushing your friends away, neglecting them. is loneliness a catalyst for happiness? i think not.
you say you're taken for granted, but everyone i know is aware of what a great person you are. maybe we haven't shown it enough, but it doesn't mean that we care any less.
your motto now: "whatever."
it hurts me to see you like this. all i can do is hope that you find your way. i hope you do it before what you've lost is unrecoverable. it's no use trying to convince you that you are your own worst enemy right now. all i can do is voice my opinion, and then the rest is up to you. people learn by making their own mistakes. wisdom through suffering. (sound familiar?)
if this is what you want, if this is what you truly feel like you need right now ... so it will be. i will not tow the entire bulk of a friendship if you drag your heels. i will let you go, allowing you one step closer to freedom from this "web" that you detest so much.
but i want you to know that i'll be here with open arms. because i love you. because i care. (however much you refuse to believe it) and if at some point in the immediate or distant future, when you feel you've lost everything, when you look back and curse your own actions, when you have lost your passion, your pride ... i will be here, exactly how you've left me, as if no time has passed between us, as if nothing has changed. no questions asked, no apologies, no grudges. you know how to reach me.
i'll be here.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA my dad is funny sometimes.
as he's watching superbowl, my dad points at the tv screen: "they keep showing commercials for budweiser. that means it's time for me to get some beer." and he walks to the fridge to get budweiser. lol.
my mom at dinner: "you're not eating?"
my dad: "i ate a lot of chips, so i'm not really hungry..."
as he's watching superbowl, my dad points at the tv screen: "they keep showing commercials for budweiser. that means it's time for me to get some beer." and he walks to the fridge to get budweiser. lol.
my mom at dinner: "you're not eating?"
my dad: "i ate a lot of chips, so i'm not really hungry..."
okay so school has started. it's pretty boring and blah. the one class that manages to grasp my attention is philosphy with mr phillips. he's an interesting dude, with very humorous and bizarre examples. :)
i don't know. i'm still always looking ahead, forever hopeful that the future will be better. what if it never is? hrmm i don't know. it just doesn't feel as liberating as i thought it would. so it's been known that i'm more likely to write (especially in my own personal journal) when something is bothering me rather than when i'm happy. but right now, i don't quite know how to describe it. i'm just wondering to myself, "is this it? this is what i've been waiting for?" i guess i'm disappointed. maybe it's what i make of it? maybe i need to work harder to make it better ...
anyhow, so gunbound is the latest craze at my school (kinda). lol it's kind of funny. i get to point and laugh at the boys and tell everyone that they're playing games where they buy clothes for their cute little character guy. lol completely STRIPPED of their manhood.
george has gotten back into neopets. LMAO that amuses me to no end. like seriously. NO END. ahhh hahahahahha.
i thank my loyal readers for sticking with me hahaa :D oki dudes, i'm out.
i don't know. i'm still always looking ahead, forever hopeful that the future will be better. what if it never is? hrmm i don't know. it just doesn't feel as liberating as i thought it would. so it's been known that i'm more likely to write (especially in my own personal journal) when something is bothering me rather than when i'm happy. but right now, i don't quite know how to describe it. i'm just wondering to myself, "is this it? this is what i've been waiting for?" i guess i'm disappointed. maybe it's what i make of it? maybe i need to work harder to make it better ...
anyhow, so gunbound is the latest craze at my school (kinda). lol it's kind of funny. i get to point and laugh at the boys and tell everyone that they're playing games where they buy clothes for their cute little character guy. lol completely STRIPPED of their manhood.
george has gotten back into neopets. LMAO that amuses me to no end. like seriously. NO END. ahhh hahahahahha.
i thank my loyal readers for sticking with me hahaa :D oki dudes, i'm out.
i think everyone should go visit justin's livejournal for the wonderful little poem about ME! hahahaa thanks, justin. :)
i'll always be there when you brush your teeth in the morning and think about how we didn't brush our teeth for...well too long, on the cruise, then when you wonder what "creative" thing i'll be putting on not too far from you, when you're walking and you see a bum and remember when we said thats what we want to be and that we would live in the library (then you'll curse the ap paper we were working on), then when you're in class and you think of sociology and how useless that was but the fact that we were there together made it worth it, then when you see people sitting in the halls looking into nothing you'll remember how fun it was to randomly sit anywhere we felt comfortable, then you'll see a paper flying anyway from someone and you'll think of all the little pieces of paper i gave you to read (and that at the same time revealed more to you than many will ever know), then when you go home and look in the mirror you'll know that at that moment i'm looking into a mirror and seeing part of you in the reflection.
thank you for that. times a million. :) and then some.
thank you for that. times a million. :) and then some.
last night... my god, what a turn of events.
first pulled over by a cop, inadvertently drained a car battery, asked a random stranger for help, reversed polarity while trying to jumpstart the car (!!), and then finally i had a awesome friend help me when i really needed it. =D thanks mucho!! the peas to my carrots, remember? =)
first pulled over by a cop, inadvertently drained a car battery, asked a random stranger for help, reversed polarity while trying to jumpstart the car (!!), and then finally i had a awesome friend help me when i really needed it. =D thanks mucho!! the peas to my carrots, remember? =)
so the lechner A&M visit was pretty boring. the people there were pretty dull as well, with the exception of these two guys who were flat-out scary. they're the sort of people who are a little intriguing, yet very disturbing. they're people i would have wanted to read about but not meet.
as we were walking down the street, a bus passes by, and one of them asks, "is that barbecue or diesel i smell?" omg wtf. LOL.
as we were walking down the street, a bus passes by, and one of them asks, "is that barbecue or diesel i smell?" omg wtf. LOL.
AHHHH HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA SCHOOL IS FUN!!!
why, you ask?
okay, well we are reading Dante's Inferno in English class. everyone gets assigned a canto to present to the class. i am assigned canto 15. *shrug* no biggie, right?
WRONG. okay just so you know, the typical sins are like avarice, gluttony, and lust. do you know what the sin is for canto 15? FUCKING SODOMY. aslawerj;oifjlsajfd;safdas;fasdfja aaahhhh
hahaHAHAAhahhHAHAHAhahha!!!! I'M GOING TO TALK TO MY ENGLISH CLASS ABOUT SODOMY!!!!
possible questions for the presentation, compliments of elton: "Do you think sodomy is wrong?" or "Have you ever engaged in sodomy?" oh my god ROFL!!!
LOLOLOL ... geez i need to remember to breathe before i smother myself laughing...
why, you ask?
okay, well we are reading Dante's Inferno in English class. everyone gets assigned a canto to present to the class. i am assigned canto 15. *shrug* no biggie, right?
WRONG. okay just so you know, the typical sins are like avarice, gluttony, and lust. do you know what the sin is for canto 15? FUCKING SODOMY. aslawerj;oifjlsajfd;safdas;fasdfja aaahhhh
hahaHAHAAhahhHAHAHAhahha!!!! I'M GOING TO TALK TO MY ENGLISH CLASS ABOUT SODOMY!!!!
possible questions for the presentation, compliments of elton: "Do you think sodomy is wrong?" or "Have you ever engaged in sodomy?" oh my god ROFL!!!
LOLOLOL ... geez i need to remember to breathe before i smother myself laughing...
GUESS WHO'S GETTING DSL???
=D ! that's right! *points happily to self*
yup i am finally coming out of the stone age dial-up internet, folks! and can you believe it?! people will actually be able to get THROUGH when they CALL ME! *gasp of shock* teehee i can't wait!
as for right now... oii i am very tired. i would like to inform everyone that Taco Cabana (yes that pink place) is open 24-hours. i don't think enough people know this and take advantage of it. that is all for now...
=D ! that's right! *points happily to self*
yup i am finally coming out of the stone age dial-up internet, folks! and can you believe it?! people will actually be able to get THROUGH when they CALL ME! *gasp of shock* teehee i can't wait!
as for right now... oii i am very tired. i would like to inform everyone that Taco Cabana (yes that pink place) is open 24-hours. i don't think enough people know this and take advantage of it. that is all for now...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANDREA!!!
i'm really super duper sorry about not being able to make it to the dinner and movie. =( my parents didn't go out like they usually do *sigh* welps i hope your day is/was SUPERB!!!
i just got back from having lunch with my dad ... at POLLO CAMPERO! (on Bellaire Blvd between Chimney Rock and Renwick) hehehheehe
when the place first opened, these long-ass lines would extend for about half a business block...! my dad and i were always curious, but didn't want to wait in the super long line. well today, my dad commented that the place wasn't as busy as it used to be. he asked if i wanted to go and try it. he's so funny-weird sometimes. i figured why not? now get this: when we walk into the restaurant, people literally stopped eating to stare at us. they've probably never seen asian people go into that place before. OMFG it was great. i couldn't help but smile at their disbelief. it was very amusing ... for both parties. mutual amusement. no one gets hurt, right? =D that made my day.
i'm really super duper sorry about not being able to make it to the dinner and movie. =( my parents didn't go out like they usually do *sigh* welps i hope your day is/was SUPERB!!!
i just got back from having lunch with my dad ... at POLLO CAMPERO! (on Bellaire Blvd between Chimney Rock and Renwick) hehehheehe
when the place first opened, these long-ass lines would extend for about half a business block...! my dad and i were always curious, but didn't want to wait in the super long line. well today, my dad commented that the place wasn't as busy as it used to be. he asked if i wanted to go and try it. he's so funny-weird sometimes. i figured why not? now get this: when we walk into the restaurant, people literally stopped eating to stare at us. they've probably never seen asian people go into that place before. OMFG it was great. i couldn't help but smile at their disbelief. it was very amusing ... for both parties. mutual amusement. no one gets hurt, right? =D that made my day.
it's the little things that make me happy... :D
-sam's call this morning to remind me that we are TWINS
-flopping and shuffling around with mismatching Converses
-the cool spanning panoramic camera dealie
-the whole Bellaire c/o 2004 doing the wave on the bleachers
-applause after every picture
-realizing that Mr G is probably bullied by other teachers
-the Peekster with his perky high ponytail and red hairbow
-Davis' passion about current events in legislation
-sam's call this morning to remind me that we are TWINS
-flopping and shuffling around with mismatching Converses
-the cool spanning panoramic camera dealie
-the whole Bellaire c/o 2004 doing the wave on the bleachers
-applause after every picture
-realizing that Mr G is probably bullied by other teachers
-the Peekster with his perky high ponytail and red hairbow
-Davis' passion about current events in legislation
i overheard the following exchange and was utterly repulsed:
A: ... most of your friends are goths.
B: well duh that's because i am goth.
wtf. no no no no NO !!!!!!!!!!!!!
i ask you this: why the hell do people submit themselves to these high school stereotyping labels?! you never let yourself be defined by your peers. you are innately more than a label, more than what others perceive of you... unless you get swept up in this teenybopper need for acceptance and subject yourself to that crap. it just drives me nuts when i hear stuff like that. but i suppose i can forgive the poor soul, for she is only a freshman.
oddly enough, you will find that the people who are classified to a certain label often deviate greatly from the preconceived stereotype mold.
A: ... most of your friends are goths.
B: well duh that's because i am goth.
wtf. no no no no NO !!!!!!!!!!!!!
i ask you this: why the hell do people submit themselves to these high school stereotyping labels?! you never let yourself be defined by your peers. you are innately more than a label, more than what others perceive of you... unless you get swept up in this teenybopper need for acceptance and subject yourself to that crap. it just drives me nuts when i hear stuff like that. but i suppose i can forgive the poor soul, for she is only a freshman.
oddly enough, you will find that the people who are classified to a certain label often deviate greatly from the preconceived stereotype mold.
sam pointed out something really ironic today. government isn't part of our curriculum until senior year. we have essentially spent all of gradeschool oblivious to our rights and liberties, completely unaware that we have signed them away on that piece of crap document called the Code of Student Conduct. what the hell. and now that we're actually aware of our rights and liberties, we will soon be exiting this malicious scheming suppressor of an educational system. i realize that sam is mostly just pissed about getting detention for cussing, but he his point is valid. i too am indignant!
fifty-seven. my god, i haven't gotten such a low test grade since chemistry ... i will start paying attention now. fo shizzle ... (!) (a little fif-ism for ya)
it's so funny, because just today, sensei was going around checking our classwork. i didn't do all the stuff she told us to do, and she's hollering at me, "see??? you never pay attention! you have a real problem!" and then she starts talking to the whole group of us (me, kevin d, osoto, william y, andrew), "this whole group never knows what's going on! it's like your own party back here." lol yeah tell us something new. -- and then she does. she goes, "linda's very very smart. she's gifted, you know. she just doesn't listen." hahaHAHAHAhahaa. sensei thinks i'm "gifted." whooooooo LMAO
it's so funny, because just today, sensei was going around checking our classwork. i didn't do all the stuff she told us to do, and she's hollering at me, "see??? you never pay attention! you have a real problem!" and then she starts talking to the whole group of us (me, kevin d, osoto, william y, andrew), "this whole group never knows what's going on! it's like your own party back here." lol yeah tell us something new. -- and then she does. she goes, "linda's very very smart. she's gifted, you know. she just doesn't listen." hahaHAHAHAhahaa. sensei thinks i'm "gifted." whooooooo LMAO
wow this has got to be one of the worst sunburns i've gotten. i look ridiculous.
hahaha it turns out that Travis Meeks, the male diva that he is, didn't show up for the show. my sister and all the other fans who showed up for the concert last night got stood up. damn, travis meeks really is an ass sometimes, but he sure can make good music. oh the injustice...
hahaha it turns out that Travis Meeks, the male diva that he is, didn't show up for the show. my sister and all the other fans who showed up for the concert last night got stood up. damn, travis meeks really is an ass sometimes, but he sure can make good music. oh the injustice...
oh man it's killing me that i'm not going to go to that DotN concert... !!!! AUGHHHHHHH
well anyhow, i really need to do better in school. first grading cycle has schooled me so bad. (wooh yay for the pun!) and college apps. wow. i need to stop thinking so much about them and actually do them. i haven't even figured out how many essays i'm going to have to write. i should do that. most definitely. okay well it's sunday so that must mean it's time to get to work.
well anyhow, i really need to do better in school. first grading cycle has schooled me so bad. (wooh yay for the pun!) and college apps. wow. i need to stop thinking so much about them and actually do them. i haven't even figured out how many essays i'm going to have to write. i should do that. most definitely. okay well it's sunday so that must mean it's time to get to work.
my clone's thoughts on N Sync:
"N'sync has provided us with such enjoyable tunes as 'I Want U Back,' 'Bye Bye Bye,' 'God Must Have Spent a Little More Time on You,' 'No Strings Attached,' and other countless classics." This is a typical statement from a typical teenage girl who thinks that she will one day be Mrs. Justin Timberidiot. Actually, N'Sync hasn't provided us with anything but voices that can only be compared to Mickey Mouse on helium. Millions of their baited fans will say, "Listen to those lyrics! They are so sweet!" The fools don't even write their own songs. When a song claims to be "co-written by J.C. Chasez," I'm willing to bet anything that it means that J.C. sat around with the real "geniuses" behind N'Sync and randomly blurted out, "I think this would be a good time to insert the word 'Baby!'" That isn't what they get paid for. They get paid for appealing to young females who are ignorant enough to get sucked into their washing machine of idiocy. Once they are in, they churn and churn indefinitely. by Will Lee
"N'sync has provided us with such enjoyable tunes as 'I Want U Back,' 'Bye Bye Bye,' 'God Must Have Spent a Little More Time on You,' 'No Strings Attached,' and other countless classics." This is a typical statement from a typical teenage girl who thinks that she will one day be Mrs. Justin Timberidiot. Actually, N'Sync hasn't provided us with anything but voices that can only be compared to Mickey Mouse on helium. Millions of their baited fans will say, "Listen to those lyrics! They are so sweet!" The fools don't even write their own songs. When a song claims to be "co-written by J.C. Chasez," I'm willing to bet anything that it means that J.C. sat around with the real "geniuses" behind N'Sync and randomly blurted out, "I think this would be a good time to insert the word 'Baby!'" That isn't what they get paid for. They get paid for appealing to young females who are ignorant enough to get sucked into their washing machine of idiocy. Once they are in, they churn and churn indefinitely. by Will Lee
i am in utter awe. my friends are some talented mofos. i haven't done any hw these last few days. too caught up in reading my friends' masterpieces of literary art. *nods head in approval*
yes this is to will's gargantuan monster of a movie script, but omfg entirely worth it! this is going to be big, yall. blowout, i'm tellin ya. =) i can't wait to see it on screen. and i'm going to boast about him being my clone and all...
and damn you sam, you brilliant child. your essay captures you completely, with marvelous breath-taking key phrases. you're going to be famous one day. yes you are one coolmph senor!
i don't even freaking care that i have a gov't test tomorrow over a chapter and readings that i haven't touched. to hell with it all! mua ha ha because i have been blessed with writing that is a gabillion times better! =D
yes this is to will's gargantuan monster of a movie script, but omfg entirely worth it! this is going to be big, yall. blowout, i'm tellin ya. =) i can't wait to see it on screen. and i'm going to boast about him being my clone and all...
and damn you sam, you brilliant child. your essay captures you completely, with marvelous breath-taking key phrases. you're going to be famous one day. yes you are one coolmph senor!
i don't even freaking care that i have a gov't test tomorrow over a chapter and readings that i haven't touched. to hell with it all! mua ha ha because i have been blessed with writing that is a gabillion times better! =D
a lot of times i hate japanese class with a passion. but it's hard to hate a class where the kids are tossing a condom around like it's the most vile thing ever. and then they start stretching it out and shooting it across the room. sensei didn't like it much when they wedged it in the class set of dictionaries on the bookshelf. and i don't think the "it's a balloon" argument held up very well either. LOL.
(oooh man hahaha it would have been great if we managed to get it stuck in kevin's fro =D priceless)
ya gotta ask yourself, whyyy would someone take out a condom in class??? now THAT's twisted.
(oooh man hahaha it would have been great if we managed to get it stuck in kevin's fro =D priceless)
ya gotta ask yourself, whyyy would someone take out a condom in class??? now THAT's twisted.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JANE!
*sigh* i'm really really realllly sorry, jane. ='( i wish i could make it up to you. i'll be thinking of you, wishing i could be with you on your special day. i hope you like what we got you... heh. wow jane. 13 years. and now it's our last year of grade school... how time flies.
*sigh* i'm really really realllly sorry, jane. ='( i wish i could make it up to you. i'll be thinking of you, wishing i could be with you on your special day. i hope you like what we got you... heh. wow jane. 13 years. and now it's our last year of grade school... how time flies.
my clone is a RIOT. who knew finding a clone could be so much fun?!
ninjalinda: so how is my clone doing?
ninjalinda: hello? *poke*
Constable Chim: sorry
Constable Chim: your clone
Constable Chim: is admiring his pecs
ninjalinda: ooOooOoH the working out paid off?
Constable Chim: yup
Constable Chim: if i was a chick
Constable Chim: i'd want me
ninjalinda: okay wait...
ninjalinda: whenever you say "if i was a chick"
ninjalinda: i'm like "okay so he's talking about ME"
Constable Chim: hahahahaha
ninjalinda: and i'm sorry to say...
ninjalinda: *shakes head* nope
Constable Chim: stfu
ninjalinda: LOL
ninjalinda: HAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHA
ninjalinda: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Constable Chim: immediately
Constable Chim: fag
Constable Chim: you're not a chick
Constable Chim: you're a clone
Constable Chim: end of discussion
Constable Chim: dude
Constable Chim: i'm like stuck in the 70s
ninjalinda: :-D
ninjalinda: it's admirable
Constable Chim:
ninjalinda: to be totally oblivious to the times
ninjalinda: you're a time capsule ... !
Constable Chim: are you kidding, i'm hip with the times
Constable Chim: i just prefer to be stuck alone in my zeppelin filled mind =P
ninjalinda: i see i see
ninjalinda: i know someone just like that
ninjalinda: he's more stuck in the 80s though :-)
Constable Chim: 80s are great
Constable Chim: but 70s has class =P
ninjalinda: "class" = hippies & pot :-D
Constable Chim: and bell bottoms
Constable Chim: and bloomer pants
ninjalinda: hahaha u should wear bell bottoms!
ninjalinda: hahahaha
ninjalinda: omfg hahaha
ninjalinda: of course i would disown you
ninjalinda: but still... it'd be a laugh
Constable Chim: hahahahahaha
this is the first (and perhaps last) time i put IM convos in my blog... but i thought these excerpts were more than deserving. and who better to put in my blog than my freaking CLONE? =P
ninjalinda: so how is my clone doing?
ninjalinda: hello? *poke*
Constable Chim: sorry
Constable Chim: your clone
Constable Chim: is admiring his pecs
ninjalinda: ooOooOoH the working out paid off?
Constable Chim: yup
Constable Chim: if i was a chick
Constable Chim: i'd want me
ninjalinda: okay wait...
ninjalinda: whenever you say "if i was a chick"
ninjalinda: i'm like "okay so he's talking about ME"
Constable Chim: hahahahaha
ninjalinda: and i'm sorry to say...
ninjalinda: *shakes head* nope
Constable Chim: stfu
ninjalinda: LOL
ninjalinda: HAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHA
ninjalinda: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Constable Chim: immediately
Constable Chim: fag
Constable Chim: you're not a chick
Constable Chim: you're a clone
Constable Chim: end of discussion
Constable Chim: dude
Constable Chim: i'm like stuck in the 70s
ninjalinda: :-D
ninjalinda: it's admirable
Constable Chim:
ninjalinda: to be totally oblivious to the times
ninjalinda: you're a time capsule ... !
Constable Chim: are you kidding, i'm hip with the times
Constable Chim: i just prefer to be stuck alone in my zeppelin filled mind =P
ninjalinda: i see i see
ninjalinda: i know someone just like that
ninjalinda: he's more stuck in the 80s though :-)
Constable Chim: 80s are great
Constable Chim: but 70s has class =P
ninjalinda: "class" = hippies & pot :-D
Constable Chim: and bell bottoms
Constable Chim: and bloomer pants
ninjalinda: hahaha u should wear bell bottoms!
ninjalinda: hahahaha
ninjalinda: omfg hahaha
ninjalinda: of course i would disown you
ninjalinda: but still... it'd be a laugh
Constable Chim: hahahahahaha
this is the first (and perhaps last) time i put IM convos in my blog... but i thought these excerpts were more than deserving. and who better to put in my blog than my freaking CLONE? =P
our web mastering teacher says the hisd server isn't really down; hisd is just being stupid. "does anyone know a proxy server off the top of their head?" blank stare. very funny.
sensei never makes any freaking sense. she asked us to translate this sentence: "mushrooms are good but not smuck." when we tried to tell her that it made no sense, but she insists that "smuck" is a word. wtf.
mental note: don't go to dentist appointments when i'm supposed to be in Cal. sheesh she's so uptight!
whenever my intro to business teacher tries to be funny, the guys who sit behind me all say, "ms karp is drunk again..." LOL
our gov't teacher likes to freak us out by telling us she will FAIL us if we do the slightest thing wrong. she finds this amusing, giving us near heart attacks. she doesn't realize that other bellaire teachers really are that anal.
the poems we're reading in english are all so demented. "yay i'm in love with this woman and so i kill her." wtf
hell yeah! mr kick-ass-cellist-aka-exchange-student-from-germany-who-looks-way-older-than-he-is is familiar with apocalyptica. kehehe i'll see if i can get him to play some for me later in the year.
sensei never makes any freaking sense. she asked us to translate this sentence: "mushrooms are good but not smuck." when we tried to tell her that it made no sense, but she insists that "smuck" is a word. wtf.
mental note: don't go to dentist appointments when i'm supposed to be in Cal. sheesh she's so uptight!
whenever my intro to business teacher tries to be funny, the guys who sit behind me all say, "ms karp is drunk again..." LOL
our gov't teacher likes to freak us out by telling us she will FAIL us if we do the slightest thing wrong. she finds this amusing, giving us near heart attacks. she doesn't realize that other bellaire teachers really are that anal.
the poems we're reading in english are all so demented. "yay i'm in love with this woman and so i kill her." wtf
hell yeah! mr kick-ass-cellist-aka-exchange-student-from-germany-who-looks-way-older-than-he-is is familiar with apocalyptica. kehehe i'll see if i can get him to play some for me later in the year.
Rude awakening: this afternoon i had a rather unpleasant dream about someone breaking a certain promise to me, a promise that was in his own interest. strangely enough, the dream seemed like it could very likely come true. let's hope not.
After school today, a kid cycled by with a stereo system hooked up to his bike. hahah toooo funny
Numerous bellaireans have dyed their hair lime green ...! has anyone else noticed that?
Days of the new is coming to houston saturday, october 4th!!! =D anybody interested in going with me?
Our city has the most restaurants per person than any other city. i learned that in intro to business today. wowie.
My sisters have left town. no more full house. =*(
After school today, a kid cycled by with a stereo system hooked up to his bike. hahah toooo funny
Numerous bellaireans have dyed their hair lime green ...! has anyone else noticed that?
Days of the new is coming to houston saturday, october 4th!!! =D anybody interested in going with me?
Our city has the most restaurants per person than any other city. i learned that in intro to business today. wowie.
My sisters have left town. no more full house. =*(
school couldn't wait just one day before sucking, huh?
webmastering seems like it'll be pretty fun. japanese is as disorganized as ever, same as how i left it. first day of CalAB, and she's putting up graphs and equations on the board. spLENdid. intro to business seems like it'll be really laid back. i can finish hw in that class... oh SWEET!!! i just realized that i have a bunch of breezy classes in the morning so i can do hw for afternoon classes...! =D lunch was okay. still not sure where we'll be permanently situated. circle drive is just seems so subject to weather changes. govt teacher seems pretty cool kehehe poor lady with the cart. =P english was horrid. i found myself staring at the clock as i zoned in and out of the drone about tragedies and epics. =\ seems like that's how the class is going to be most of the time. at least i was surprised to see more people i know in that class than i had expected. for orchestra, the [possible] return of some of my fave orch people (if they drop out of co-op, that is) is definitely a plus. we'll have to see. it sucks having the responsibility of pres, though... it means i can't goof off as much. =whoever instilled this mentality of "oh, we don't even do anything the first day. all we do is fill out cards" (i think it was bryan...) was o-so-WRONG! already, school is drab and glum and mlah and bleh, etc.
hmm. but now here's a thought. that right there was my very last first-day-of-[grade]-school... huh.
webmastering seems like it'll be pretty fun. japanese is as disorganized as ever, same as how i left it. first day of CalAB, and she's putting up graphs and equations on the board. spLENdid. intro to business seems like it'll be really laid back. i can finish hw in that class... oh SWEET!!! i just realized that i have a bunch of breezy classes in the morning so i can do hw for afternoon classes...! =D lunch was okay. still not sure where we'll be permanently situated. circle drive is just seems so subject to weather changes. govt teacher seems pretty cool kehehe poor lady with the cart. =P english was horrid. i found myself staring at the clock as i zoned in and out of the drone about tragedies and epics. =\ seems like that's how the class is going to be most of the time. at least i was surprised to see more people i know in that class than i had expected. for orchestra, the [possible] return of some of my fave orch people (if they drop out of co-op, that is) is definitely a plus. we'll have to see. it sucks having the responsibility of pres, though... it means i can't goof off as much. =whoever instilled this mentality of "oh, we don't even do anything the first day. all we do is fill out cards" (i think it was bryan...) was o-so-WRONG! already, school is drab and glum and mlah and bleh, etc.
hmm. but now here's a thought. that right there was my very last first-day-of-[grade]-school... huh.
wtf... so hectic.
... and when all the chaos stops, i can finally hear myself think, finally see the summer days slipping away, finally let reality dawn on me, finally allow myself to admit that i am in fact sad. it's been a while since i've been sad about anything.
it's not that i think school will be horrid. i know it won't be all that bad. i'm determined to make the best of it. but let's admit that school is the pits compared to what this summer has been. this summer has been F-ing great. =) shout-out to all those who were a part of my suuuuper summer. ;)
... and when all the chaos stops, i can finally hear myself think, finally see the summer days slipping away, finally let reality dawn on me, finally allow myself to admit that i am in fact sad. it's been a while since i've been sad about anything.
it's not that i think school will be horrid. i know it won't be all that bad. i'm determined to make the best of it. but let's admit that school is the pits compared to what this summer has been. this summer has been F-ing great. =) shout-out to all those who were a part of my suuuuper summer. ;)
heylos. sorry about the lull in blogging. it should pick up again most definitely when school starts, as i constantly put off homework. hehe...
so my dad's back. i had my week of mad fun, and now things are normal-ish. still pretty busy, but nothing like before. there are a couple people i'd like to see before school starts--ahem, brian--but i guess we'll see about that.
so my dad's back. i had my week of mad fun, and now things are normal-ish. still pretty busy, but nothing like before. there are a couple people i'd like to see before school starts--ahem, brian--but i guess we'll see about that.
wow things have been so busy since my dad left on saturday. i'm really tired. but the fun doesn't stop yet. =D sweeeeet
anyhow, i think it'd be in my best interest to get enough sleep tonight!! yeahhhh. even though my hair is still sopping wet from my shower.
and i think i'll look up my teachers at ratemyteachers.com
my sched: 1. newland 2. bolinger 3. couvillon 4. karp 5. davis 6. bagley 7. brown
anyhow, i think it'd be in my best interest to get enough sleep tonight!! yeahhhh. even though my hair is still sopping wet from my shower.
and i think i'll look up my teachers at ratemyteachers.com
my sched: 1. newland 2. bolinger 3. couvillon 4. karp 5. davis 6. bagley 7. brown
For too many years already, I had stumbled along, not knowing what the void in my heart was. After finally discovering what could satisfy the emptiness sophomore year, I was pulled out of my depression. I was happier than I had ever been. However, this March my happiness began to slip away (it’s even in the archives). I lost my thirst for human interaction. I no longer felt the exhilaration and contentment of connecting with others. I watched the transformation in despair, a powerless spectator angry at my own nonchalance. I feared my preceding bliss was merely a phase that had come to its final days. I am thrilled to say that the joy has returned. It’s been back for a while, but this is the first time I really thought about it. I’m back. I'm happy. My friends continue to inspire me and expand my mind.
so i'm back in houston. not much a-happening. i'm falling back into my routine of being online way too much. kehehe it's all good, since my dad will be out of town soon enough (aug 2-8) and i will have my fun then. i wish my mom would go out of town too... i'll take what i can get though.
george comes back to houston on wednesday. =D !!!
george comes back to houston on wednesday. =D !!!
i'm still in austin at margaret's apartment. by gawd, i'm tired. yay the colloKWEEyum was pretty fun. i didn't really meet any new people (except maybe just talked more to some bellaire people with whom i never really talked before... does that count?) i don't think any of us bellaireans mingled with the other people. =\ it seems so futile, since we're just going to have to say our last farewell after just a couple days. anyway, chillin with the bellaireans was wayyy cool. i played risk and have claimed myself the pseudo-winner of last night's game. =D
added 7/27/03: ok so i did meet two people whose names i actually bothered to remember: devon (my room mate) and will (the male version of me). hooray for them!
added 7/27/03: ok so i did meet two people whose names i actually bothered to remember: devon (my room mate) and will (the male version of me). hooray for them!
can we say insomnia? yes we can.
dude, i went to bed early last night because i was so damn tired. i couldn't fall asleep though. maybe it was the caffeine? usually when i can't fall asleep, i'll dance around in my room or find something to do. but yesterday my body was too tired to do anything but just lie there. so yeah. very boring. and annoying for me. lol. i was awake to see my room light up by the sunrise. hmmm...
dude, i went to bed early last night because i was so damn tired. i couldn't fall asleep though. maybe it was the caffeine? usually when i can't fall asleep, i'll dance around in my room or find something to do. but yesterday my body was too tired to do anything but just lie there. so yeah. very boring. and annoying for me. lol. i was awake to see my room light up by the sunrise. hmmm...
this just blows my mind...
"I don't believe in friends."
someone told me this in all seriousness. i listened to the explanation, trying to comprehend the events that led up to that conclusion. it left me sad. *sigh*
learning more about a person will never cease to amaze me: how different our experiences are, and thus how differently we view the world around us.
"I don't believe in friends."
someone told me this in all seriousness. i listened to the explanation, trying to comprehend the events that led up to that conclusion. it left me sad. *sigh*
learning more about a person will never cease to amaze me: how different our experiences are, and thus how differently we view the world around us.
when margaret comes home tonight, house arrest is over. whoooo hehehe yayyy ;)
so many people out of town this weekend...! of course george still in connecticut (or at least new england somewheres). emily's in philadelphia. michael went to maryland. brian's going to baton rouge today. but hey, i hear ben is back in town, yes? yayyy!!! i hope everyone has a wonderful independence day weekend wherever they are!
i'm not able to sleep as much as i used to. for some reason i don't fall asleep until 2 or 3 am (even though i'm "in bed" by 12 supposedly...) then i wake up at 10-ish? i used to be able to sleep 10+ hours! aww poo. sleeping is fun. oh, but i don't like how sometimes you wake up and feel like you've been sleeping for years. the things you did the previous day are just a distant memory. gah. i don't like forgetting things. okiday, me go play spades. someone has accused me of being obsessed with spades... warn! warn! warn!
so many people out of town this weekend...! of course george still in connecticut (or at least new england somewheres). emily's in philadelphia. michael went to maryland. brian's going to baton rouge today. but hey, i hear ben is back in town, yes? yayyy!!! i hope everyone has a wonderful independence day weekend wherever they are!
i'm not able to sleep as much as i used to. for some reason i don't fall asleep until 2 or 3 am (even though i'm "in bed" by 12 supposedly...) then i wake up at 10-ish? i used to be able to sleep 10+ hours! aww poo. sleeping is fun. oh, but i don't like how sometimes you wake up and feel like you've been sleeping for years. the things you did the previous day are just a distant memory. gah. i don't like forgetting things. okiday, me go play spades. someone has accused me of being obsessed with spades... warn! warn! warn!
wth?! that's my guestbook! MY TURF! i dictate ALLLLLLL. that's like having a little picket line in my backyard... don't fall into the pool -- it's drained. that's a long fall. MUA HA HA
yeah? you want more? okiday. the new development in my life (or lack thereof) is... *drumroll* ...
the techno has entered my home. okay that will make more sense soon. umm... okay well i used to hate techno (maybe 3 or 4 years ago). and then for a while, i was sort of neutral to it, since i wasn't really exposed to it that much. then i started to hear it in friends' cars and at dances. i started to like it, which freaked me out a bit. i was a little embarassed of liking techno, though. i have friends who occasionally poke fun of techno, probably because of its automatic association with ravers. so when i finally did realize that i enjoyed listening to techno, it became sort of a guilty pleasure (keep your head out of the gutter, please). i was somewhat of a closet techno listener -- omg, mental picture: me in my closet raving with glowsticks and then getting tangled in the shirts hahahahhahaa i crack myself up -- anyway, i was determined to keep the techno out of my home, as in no techno on my comp or in my CD player. i would just hear it once in a while in my friends' cars and at dances. yay for me, right? well not really. i have let it enter my home. it's on my computer and in my CD player. mind you, it has not taken over. grunge and classic rock are still my passion. but...
the techno has entered my home.
this is my coming-out-of-the-closet of sorts. but hey, i really know nothing about techno or trance. what's the difference between the two? i use them interchangeably, but maybe i'm just dense. hahahaha right i need to go back in my closet and rave... (!?!)
yeah? you want more? okiday. the new development in my life (or lack thereof) is... *drumroll* ...
the techno has entered my home. okay that will make more sense soon. umm... okay well i used to hate techno (maybe 3 or 4 years ago). and then for a while, i was sort of neutral to it, since i wasn't really exposed to it that much. then i started to hear it in friends' cars and at dances. i started to like it, which freaked me out a bit. i was a little embarassed of liking techno, though. i have friends who occasionally poke fun of techno, probably because of its automatic association with ravers. so when i finally did realize that i enjoyed listening to techno, it became sort of a guilty pleasure (keep your head out of the gutter, please). i was somewhat of a closet techno listener -- omg, mental picture: me in my closet raving with glowsticks and then getting tangled in the shirts hahahahhahaa i crack myself up -- anyway, i was determined to keep the techno out of my home, as in no techno on my comp or in my CD player. i would just hear it once in a while in my friends' cars and at dances. yay for me, right? well not really. i have let it enter my home. it's on my computer and in my CD player. mind you, it has not taken over. grunge and classic rock are still my passion. but...
the techno has entered my home.
this is my coming-out-of-the-closet of sorts. but hey, i really know nothing about techno or trance. what's the difference between the two? i use them interchangeably, but maybe i'm just dense. hahahaha right i need to go back in my closet and rave... (!?!)
blahhh i break curfew ONCE and i'm on lockdown until further notice. i was less than half-an-hour late. that's bull shit. ah, whatever. I didn't have much planned this weekend anyway. but it's just stupid. oopid-stay. >P so yeah ... someone please call me up to talk because i will be hella bored for at least this week. =\
suckitude
suckitude
not much happening. a&m was okay. very friendly. very tradition-oriented. eh.
now i've just been kind of bumming. i'm going to try as hard as i can to not see The Hulk. lol i always end up seeing movies i don't really want to see that badly, but right now i can't afford to do that. =\ my sistesrs are both gone. shirley in europe. margaret in austin.
now i've just been kind of bumming. i'm going to try as hard as i can to not see The Hulk. lol i always end up seeing movies i don't really want to see that badly, but right now i can't afford to do that. =\ my sistesrs are both gone. shirley in europe. margaret in austin.
happy father's day!
okay yeah so my dad doesn't read this, but o well. not much to say. i'm going to the a&m honors thingie monday-tuesday, but don't let that fool you--i'm really still a longhorn at heart. especially since i just had a talk with my [conservative] neighbors (who i haven't talked to in years =\) who told me that a&m was really conservative. it was an unpleasant yet revealing experience. *sigh*
okay yeah so my dad doesn't read this, but o well. not much to say. i'm going to the a&m honors thingie monday-tuesday, but don't let that fool you--i'm really still a longhorn at heart. especially since i just had a talk with my [conservative] neighbors (who i haven't talked to in years =\) who told me that a&m was really conservative. it was an unpleasant yet revealing experience. *sigh*
today marks one year since surgery.
thanks to everyone who took the time to visit while I was in the hospital. the flowers and balloons were much appreciated. thanks also to those who called me in the hospital and kept in touch.
and a special special thanks to my family for staying by my side through everything, day and night. i don't know what i would have done without yall... ok yes i do: i would have fallen on my face =\ thanks for helping me walk down the hall. thanks for letting me wake you up at three in the morning. thanks for calling my friends. thanks for getting rid of bad nurses. thanks for sharing junk food when i was back to eating solids. thanks for putting chap stick on my cracked lips. thanks for dealing with my saliva-habits (gross, i know). thanks for listening to my hallucinations/nightmares. and thanks for holding me up for those three steps to the bathroom door.
yes that's one big THANK YOU!!!
thanks to everyone who took the time to visit while I was in the hospital. the flowers and balloons were much appreciated. thanks also to those who called me in the hospital and kept in touch.
and a special special thanks to my family for staying by my side through everything, day and night. i don't know what i would have done without yall... ok yes i do: i would have fallen on my face =\ thanks for helping me walk down the hall. thanks for letting me wake you up at three in the morning. thanks for calling my friends. thanks for getting rid of bad nurses. thanks for sharing junk food when i was back to eating solids. thanks for putting chap stick on my cracked lips. thanks for dealing with my saliva-habits (gross, i know). thanks for listening to my hallucinations/nightmares. and thanks for holding me up for those three steps to the bathroom door.
yes that's one big THANK YOU!!!
hahaa i really crack myself up sometimes...
just now, i was staring at my address book on the computer, and i was thinking to myself, "ooh, look at all the numbers just jumbled together... it looks kind of cool... hey i'm in the matrix." hahahahaa and then i laughed at myself out loud. just sitting there staring at the computer screen. wow.
just now, i was staring at my address book on the computer, and i was thinking to myself, "ooh, look at all the numbers just jumbled together... it looks kind of cool... hey i'm in the matrix." hahahahaa and then i laughed at myself out loud. just sitting there staring at the computer screen. wow.
wow ever since school let out, there have been things to do non-stop. i'm so tiiiiiired. but happy that school's out, nonetheless. there's time to do all the things that we kept putting off during the school year. my sisters are in town, so i've been spending time with them too. seems like we've been on vacation for so long already, but it's only been 3 days. lol =) ahhhh... this is the life. too bad i couldn't find a job, i guess i'll just have more time to play, haha
this is the part of me that's glad school is letting out...
ahhhhh summer is going to be so much fun!!! :) shirley and margaret are coming!!! there are parties and recitals and getogethers to look forward to!!! whoot whoot!!! mann... i don't think i'm going to find a job this summer. =\ oh well. hahahaa i'm still happy. =)
ahhhhh summer is going to be so much fun!!! :) shirley and margaret are coming!!! there are parties and recitals and getogethers to look forward to!!! whoot whoot!!! mann... i don't think i'm going to find a job this summer. =\ oh well. hahahaa i'm still happy. =)
today was so sad... ! the seniors are leaving. when we go back in august, the school will feel so empty without their presence, even with the 1000 incoming freshmen. so much picture-taking today, a constant reminder that this is the last chance to say goodbyes. orchestra today was especially sad, even though banquet is tomorrow night and we'll see each other then. lol, but it won't quite be the same. there's such a great dynamic and cohesiveness in orchestra. i'm going to miss that. i just hope when we're seniors next year, we'll make it as enjoyable and welcoming as our seniors before us had. =)
on a very random tangent: a teacher stopped me in the hall today and asked if i was feeling all right. i gave her a puzzled look and said yes. she told me that my hair was green. i told her i had dyed it. she had thought that my hair was green because of something i ate...?! too much spinach, to be exact. wOw.
on a very random tangent: a teacher stopped me in the hall today and asked if i was feeling all right. i gave her a puzzled look and said yes. she told me that my hair was green. i told her i had dyed it. she had thought that my hair was green because of something i ate...?! too much spinach, to be exact. wOw.
due to some confusion earlier, i'd first like to note that i am not in the hospital again. this is about last summer. hence "june 2002."
June 2002
Twenty-four hours ago I had been bobbing my head to the beat, swaying my body to the rhythm, mouthing the words with the singer. The deafening music had blared from the speakers, as I grinned gleefully up at the band before me. My favorite band had left me awe-struck. I had not fathomed that the live show would be even better than the album. As long as my ears were ringing from the concert, the smile could not be wiped off my face.
Little did I know of the excruciating pain I would endure for the next week. As I sat in the chair of the waiting room of the ER, I bitterly thought of the previous night’s exhilaration in contrast to my current state. The wrenching feeling in my abdomen had neither ceased nor diminished in the last two hours I had been waiting in the hospital. I stared at the towel at my feet, a poor attempt to conceal my sickly green vomit on the floor. When I raised my head, the eyes of other waiting patients showed their pity, as if they too were wondering why I still had to wait. Someone had brought dinner to eat in the waiting room. I became nauseated at the sight, scent, and sound of food consumption, so I rushed out of the room to curl up into a ball on the hallway floor. The nearby police officer spoke to the nurse at the ER desk. The police officer gestured towards me with her hand, saying that I had been waiting a long time. She looked at me with the same helpless sad eyes as the other patients had. The nurse at the desk responded with lame excuses and ambiguous language. At that moment, I wanted the floor, cool against my cheek, to swallow me up and relieve my pain. I remained there until my parents told me they had called my name, when I rose to follow the doctor.
The nurses took x-rays and samples for tests. As we waited for results, the nurse gave me a pain reliever through the IV, giving me the opportunity to sleep for an hour or so. The doctor diagnosed me with a small bowel obstruction, which is medical terminology that makes sense only after an explanation. Due to my appendectomy five and a half years ago, scar tissue had built up around my intestines and proceeded to pinch a portion of my small intestine. This condition required surgery to remove the scar tissue, but the doctors put me under observation to see if the condition would improve by itself. I was to be admitted to the hospital and given a room. The doctor then left a couple nurses to insert The Tube.
This was not my first encounter with The Tube. I had experienced it when I underwent the appendectomy. I remembered the insertion to be the most painful experience of my entire hospital stay. It was the only time I had cried or objected to anything the nurses wanted to do to me. I was only ten years old then; how could it possibly be as unbearable as I had remembered? No self-respecting sixteen-year-old would cry and pout as I had before--but I did.
From the moment the female nurse laid The Tube in my lap, my mind reeled in recollection. As the female nurse’s hand, holding the tube, approached my face, my eyes grew wide with fear. Closer and closer it came; faster and faster my heart beat. Suddenly, the male nurse stopped her; I exhaled with relief. “That’s not the way I was taught to put it in. Aren’t you supposed to twist it instead of bend it, and tell her to tuck her chin to her neck.” Evidently, the male nurse had been taught differently than the female nurse had, so they tossed the varying methods across the hospital bed verbally as I watched.
“Oh, we probably shouldn’t be saying this in front of her, huh?” as the female nurse motioned to me. Her first attempt to shove The Tube up my nostril, down my esophagus, and into my stomach failed. The products of her effort were my tears and bloody nose. The nurses tried again. This time, they asked me to try to swallow, so The Tube would go down more easily. However, my body did not take kindly to tubes being stuffed down its esophagus. I tried to swallow, but my throat would not allow it. Thus, the second attempt failed as well. The male nurse then had the audacity to inquire, “We told you to swallow. Why did you gag?” I glared incredulously at him through my tears. I forced myself to resist the overwhelming urge to shove The Tube up his nostril into his stomach. The third attempt was a success. The Tube was in, sucking the bile from my stomach so I wouldn’t have to vomit it up.
After getting a second opinion, I went into surgery in the afternoon. When I recovered from the anesthesia, I saw my mother hovering over me as she crooned, “Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Don’t worry. Everything will be all right.” Although my speech was still slurred from anesthesia, but I managed to mumble back to her, “Mommy, I’m not a baby.” Later, my mother told me that after hearing that, she knew I was going to be okay.
The rest of my hospitalization blurred together. As long as The Tube stayed in, I was miserable. Doses of morphine dulled the physical pain of the surgery, but I could still feel the discomfort of The Tube and the despair of my condition. In my days of recovery, I lost all dignity and etiquette. None of it mattered. I had neither the energy nor the consciousness to care what I was doing or what was done to me. I only wanted to my suffering to ease, yet it was beyond my control.
My friends and family were exceptional during my time of need. Every day and night, one of my parents or sisters was there to tell visitors I was sleeping, help me to the bathroom, calm me after a nightmare, entertain me, and walk me down the corridor as part of my recovery. Once The Tube was taken out, my spirits were much better. The next day, I started eating solids. My sisters brought friends and a board game to ward off the boredom of being bed-ridden. I never knew I could have so much fun, considering the feeble state that I was in. After the visitors had left, I was drained, but my physical exhaustion could not overshadow my immense happiness. In those nine days of hospitalization, I had experienced more emotions than I had in the previous five years combined. My illness and recovery in the hospital made me realize that my health should be my highest priority. With it, I was barely aware of its presence, but without it, I could not be happy. As I lay in the dark on my last night, I reflected on how far I had come from the day of my arrival. Now I was on my way to health. Knowing this alone filled me with an indescribable satisfaction.
June 2002
Twenty-four hours ago I had been bobbing my head to the beat, swaying my body to the rhythm, mouthing the words with the singer. The deafening music had blared from the speakers, as I grinned gleefully up at the band before me. My favorite band had left me awe-struck. I had not fathomed that the live show would be even better than the album. As long as my ears were ringing from the concert, the smile could not be wiped off my face.
Little did I know of the excruciating pain I would endure for the next week. As I sat in the chair of the waiting room of the ER, I bitterly thought of the previous night’s exhilaration in contrast to my current state. The wrenching feeling in my abdomen had neither ceased nor diminished in the last two hours I had been waiting in the hospital. I stared at the towel at my feet, a poor attempt to conceal my sickly green vomit on the floor. When I raised my head, the eyes of other waiting patients showed their pity, as if they too were wondering why I still had to wait. Someone had brought dinner to eat in the waiting room. I became nauseated at the sight, scent, and sound of food consumption, so I rushed out of the room to curl up into a ball on the hallway floor. The nearby police officer spoke to the nurse at the ER desk. The police officer gestured towards me with her hand, saying that I had been waiting a long time. She looked at me with the same helpless sad eyes as the other patients had. The nurse at the desk responded with lame excuses and ambiguous language. At that moment, I wanted the floor, cool against my cheek, to swallow me up and relieve my pain. I remained there until my parents told me they had called my name, when I rose to follow the doctor.
The nurses took x-rays and samples for tests. As we waited for results, the nurse gave me a pain reliever through the IV, giving me the opportunity to sleep for an hour or so. The doctor diagnosed me with a small bowel obstruction, which is medical terminology that makes sense only after an explanation. Due to my appendectomy five and a half years ago, scar tissue had built up around my intestines and proceeded to pinch a portion of my small intestine. This condition required surgery to remove the scar tissue, but the doctors put me under observation to see if the condition would improve by itself. I was to be admitted to the hospital and given a room. The doctor then left a couple nurses to insert The Tube.
This was not my first encounter with The Tube. I had experienced it when I underwent the appendectomy. I remembered the insertion to be the most painful experience of my entire hospital stay. It was the only time I had cried or objected to anything the nurses wanted to do to me. I was only ten years old then; how could it possibly be as unbearable as I had remembered? No self-respecting sixteen-year-old would cry and pout as I had before--but I did.
From the moment the female nurse laid The Tube in my lap, my mind reeled in recollection. As the female nurse’s hand, holding the tube, approached my face, my eyes grew wide with fear. Closer and closer it came; faster and faster my heart beat. Suddenly, the male nurse stopped her; I exhaled with relief. “That’s not the way I was taught to put it in. Aren’t you supposed to twist it instead of bend it, and tell her to tuck her chin to her neck.” Evidently, the male nurse had been taught differently than the female nurse had, so they tossed the varying methods across the hospital bed verbally as I watched.
“Oh, we probably shouldn’t be saying this in front of her, huh?” as the female nurse motioned to me. Her first attempt to shove The Tube up my nostril, down my esophagus, and into my stomach failed. The products of her effort were my tears and bloody nose. The nurses tried again. This time, they asked me to try to swallow, so The Tube would go down more easily. However, my body did not take kindly to tubes being stuffed down its esophagus. I tried to swallow, but my throat would not allow it. Thus, the second attempt failed as well. The male nurse then had the audacity to inquire, “We told you to swallow. Why did you gag?” I glared incredulously at him through my tears. I forced myself to resist the overwhelming urge to shove The Tube up his nostril into his stomach. The third attempt was a success. The Tube was in, sucking the bile from my stomach so I wouldn’t have to vomit it up.
After getting a second opinion, I went into surgery in the afternoon. When I recovered from the anesthesia, I saw my mother hovering over me as she crooned, “Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Don’t worry. Everything will be all right.” Although my speech was still slurred from anesthesia, but I managed to mumble back to her, “Mommy, I’m not a baby.” Later, my mother told me that after hearing that, she knew I was going to be okay.
The rest of my hospitalization blurred together. As long as The Tube stayed in, I was miserable. Doses of morphine dulled the physical pain of the surgery, but I could still feel the discomfort of The Tube and the despair of my condition. In my days of recovery, I lost all dignity and etiquette. None of it mattered. I had neither the energy nor the consciousness to care what I was doing or what was done to me. I only wanted to my suffering to ease, yet it was beyond my control.
My friends and family were exceptional during my time of need. Every day and night, one of my parents or sisters was there to tell visitors I was sleeping, help me to the bathroom, calm me after a nightmare, entertain me, and walk me down the corridor as part of my recovery. Once The Tube was taken out, my spirits were much better. The next day, I started eating solids. My sisters brought friends and a board game to ward off the boredom of being bed-ridden. I never knew I could have so much fun, considering the feeble state that I was in. After the visitors had left, I was drained, but my physical exhaustion could not overshadow my immense happiness. In those nine days of hospitalization, I had experienced more emotions than I had in the previous five years combined. My illness and recovery in the hospital made me realize that my health should be my highest priority. With it, I was barely aware of its presence, but without it, I could not be happy. As I lay in the dark on my last night, I reflected on how far I had come from the day of my arrival. Now I was on my way to health. Knowing this alone filled me with an indescribable satisfaction.
i'm proud of myself!!
why, you ask?
well i went to bed at 4 am this morning. i finished my hw around 2 am and could have gone to bed, but instead i played games online until 4. although i was a believer before, now i am an even bigger believer in the theory that 2-3 hours of sleep is better than 4-5 hours. the night before last, i got 5 hours of sleep, and during the day i was so groggy that i felt like i was going to collapse and fall apart on the spot. but today, on 3 hours of sleep, i was infinitely better!! i had no trouble getting out of bed, and i was all smiles during the day ... so here i am, telling other people to try it out because it's a brilliant idea! whoever thought of this is a genius. of course, i'm not suggesting anyone do this for too long, but it's great to use when you have to pull late nights.
why, you ask?
well i went to bed at 4 am this morning. i finished my hw around 2 am and could have gone to bed, but instead i played games online until 4. although i was a believer before, now i am an even bigger believer in the theory that 2-3 hours of sleep is better than 4-5 hours. the night before last, i got 5 hours of sleep, and during the day i was so groggy that i felt like i was going to collapse and fall apart on the spot. but today, on 3 hours of sleep, i was infinitely better!! i had no trouble getting out of bed, and i was all smiles during the day ... so here i am, telling other people to try it out because it's a brilliant idea! whoever thought of this is a genius. of course, i'm not suggesting anyone do this for too long, but it's great to use when you have to pull late nights.
omg school is so retarded...
half of my classes have come to a screeching halt, watching movies and stuff. the other half of my classes are acting like we have no other classes and we are going so damn fast there is no time to do all that work that they give us and they expect us to be robot-machine-students and stay up with bloodshot eyes hunched over our hw at 3 o clock in the morning...!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
half of my classes have come to a screeching halt, watching movies and stuff. the other half of my classes are acting like we have no other classes and we are going so damn fast there is no time to do all that work that they give us and they expect us to be robot-machine-students and stay up with bloodshot eyes hunched over our hw at 3 o clock in the morning...!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
My memory is so horrible that I actually trust the words in my journal more than my own memories. I can’t really remember the details of anything that happened more than 10 hours ago. I realize that's why I write in my journal so much.
The event itself is the building of the sandcastle. Once the event is over, the magnificent sandcastle is complete. I soak up the feeling of accomplishment and happiness of its finished state, because every hour that goes by, the castle becomes less defined as the eroding waves lap at it. Before long, the water has completely levelled the grains of sand, and as I gaze uncertainly at the smooth glistening surface before me, I can't be sure the sandcastle ever stood there at all.
The event itself is the building of the sandcastle. Once the event is over, the magnificent sandcastle is complete. I soak up the feeling of accomplishment and happiness of its finished state, because every hour that goes by, the castle becomes less defined as the eroding waves lap at it. Before long, the water has completely levelled the grains of sand, and as I gaze uncertainly at the smooth glistening surface before me, I can't be sure the sandcastle ever stood there at all.
isn't it funny how what is condemned in one class (english) is the class activity for another class (stats) the very next day? gambling. well i guess the lesson for stats was still that it was a bad idea though, because the odds are so small...
i hope APs aren't getting people down too much... remember that by even taking these tests, you're going beyond what you are required to do, so low score is by no means a failure because at least you challenged yourself...
so things are good... i'm doing pretty good... my grades aren't great but at least i'm sane. that's the spirit =)
i hope APs aren't getting people down too much... remember that by even taking these tests, you're going beyond what you are required to do, so low score is by no means a failure because at least you challenged yourself...
so things are good... i'm doing pretty good... my grades aren't great but at least i'm sane. that's the spirit =)
first part of the stats final was fair, i guess. i had a lot of time left over. but then on the second part, i barely got to answer all the questions and i know i did some of them wrong but didn't get time to go back and see where it went wrong... argh. poo. all i can do now though is wait and see...
and now i sit back for a while. i'm not sure i'm going to buckle down to study for the world history AP quite yet.
something from yesterday that i forgot to jot down: "george's essay has been brought to you today by the letters 'B' and 'S'..." --Ben
and now i sit back for a while. i'm not sure i'm going to buckle down to study for the world history AP quite yet.
something from yesterday that i forgot to jot down: "george's essay has been brought to you today by the letters 'B' and 'S'..." --Ben
okay is it just me or was the multiple-choice on the English AP Lang & Comp much easier than it was on any of the practice passages??? hahaha well of course, that's a good thing. i didn't like the writing stuff very much, especially because I wasted so much time at the end because I had already written my conclusions so i couldn't go back and expand... dopey me. at least i'll learn from my mistakes if i take it again next year
i would just like to say... that it is rather cruel and unusual that the orchestra officers are abstaining from the release of our new officers. wow, they are really savoring the control they get in that situation, aren't they??? 3 weeks? that's absurd...!!
and that is all at the moment because tomorrow i have the stats AP for which i shall cry just about now...
i would just like to say... that it is rather cruel and unusual that the orchestra officers are abstaining from the release of our new officers. wow, they are really savoring the control they get in that situation, aren't they??? 3 weeks? that's absurd...!!
and that is all at the moment because tomorrow i have the stats AP for which i shall cry just about now...
i think my speech turned out okay. at least my teeth didn't fall out or anything like it did in a dream i had recently... creeeeepy, man
i don't know when i'll know about results though... i figure i'll try to sit back and chill because there's nothing i can do about it at this point.
yay for andrea's pretty day! woah for george's yearbook signing, hahaha. and yay for wendy's return from the choir trip! =)
i don't know when i'll know about results though... i figure i'll try to sit back and chill because there's nothing i can do about it at this point.
yay for andrea's pretty day! woah for george's yearbook signing, hahaha. and yay for wendy's return from the choir trip! =)
i'm kind of nervous about the orchestra elections... ahhhh!!
TAKS testing has been a real bore. luckily our proctor-lady showed movies for us. Double Jeopardy yesterday and The Pelican Brief today. yearbooks came out... signing yearbooks is always fun =) i think i'm going to get autograph pages, but i haven't bought them yet.
i take SATIIs tomorrow. wish me luck!
TAKS testing has been a real bore. luckily our proctor-lady showed movies for us. Double Jeopardy yesterday and The Pelican Brief today. yearbooks came out... signing yearbooks is always fun =) i think i'm going to get autograph pages, but i haven't bought them yet.
i take SATIIs tomorrow. wish me luck!
yay, the first notable phone conversation in a looong time =)
my phone has been REVIVED. hehehaha
i'm starting to realized that i'm not a very well-rounded person. my report card consists of 5 As and 2 Cs. that sucks something awful, don't it? blahhhhhh
last night i was reading my journal from about a year ago, and some parts are damn funny. it's not even the actual event that's funny, but just the way i word it. and i realized that i completely forgot about travis meeks' birthday this year. man... on april 27th i thought to myself, "don't i know someone whose birthday is today?" but then i thought really hard and couldn't think of who it was, so i dismissed it. turns out it was travis meeks. and justin, too, as i read from my journal from before. geez, i used to be so nuts about travis meeks before. he's still way cool, but it's funny how it's not really that big a deal anymore. i guess that's another phase come and gone. what's next?
my phone has been REVIVED. hehehaha
i'm starting to realized that i'm not a very well-rounded person. my report card consists of 5 As and 2 Cs. that sucks something awful, don't it? blahhhhhh
last night i was reading my journal from about a year ago, and some parts are damn funny. it's not even the actual event that's funny, but just the way i word it. and i realized that i completely forgot about travis meeks' birthday this year. man... on april 27th i thought to myself, "don't i know someone whose birthday is today?" but then i thought really hard and couldn't think of who it was, so i dismissed it. turns out it was travis meeks. and justin, too, as i read from my journal from before. geez, i used to be so nuts about travis meeks before. he's still way cool, but it's funny how it's not really that big a deal anymore. i guess that's another phase come and gone. what's next?
“Attend to me, Ben. Anybody can see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl she used to be. A great artist can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is … and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be … more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo see that this lovely young girl is still alive, prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart … no matter what the merciless hours have done. Look at her, Ben. Growing old doesn’t matter to you and me -- but it does to them. Look at her!”
Ben looked at her. Presently Jubal said gruffly, “All right, blow your nose. Come sit down.”
“No,” Caxton answered. “How about this one? I see it’s a girl. But why tie her up like a pretzel?”
Jubal looked at the replica “Caryatid Who Has Fallen under Her Stone.” “I won’t expect you to appreciate the masses which make that figure much more than a ‘pretzel’ -- but you can appreciate what Rodin was saying. What do people get out of the looking at a crucifix?”
“You know I don’t go to church.”
“Still, you must know that the representations of the Crucifixion are usually atrocious -- and ones in churches are the worst … blood like catsup and the ex-carpenter portrayed as if He were pansy … which He certainly was not. He was a hearty man, muscular and healthy. But a poor portrayal is as effective as a good one for most people. They don’t see defects; they see a symbol which inspires their deepest emotions; it recalls to them the Agony and Sacrifice of God.”
“Jubal, I thought you weren’t a Christian?”
“Does that make me blind to human emotion? The crummiest plaster crucifix can evoke emotions in the human heart so strong that many have died for them. The artistry with which such a symbol is wrought is irrelevant. Here was have another emotional symbol -- but wrought with exquisite artistry. Ben, for three thousand years architects designed buildings with columns shaped as female figures. At last Rodin pointed out that this was work too heavy for a girl. He didn’t say, ‘Look, you jerks, if you must do this, make it a brawny male figure.’ No, he showed it. This poor little caryatid has fallen under the load. She’s a good girl -- look at her face. Serious, unhappy at her failure, not blaming anyone, not even the gods … and still trying to shoulder her load, after she’s crumpled under it.
“But she’s more than good art denouncing bad art; she’s a symbol for every woman who ever shouldered a load too heavy. But not alone women -- this symbol means every man and woman who ever sweated out life in uncomplaining fortitude, until they crumpled under their loads. It’s courage, Ben, and victory.”
“’Victory’?”
"Victory in defeat, there is none higher. She didn’t give up, Ben; she’s still trying to lift that stone after it has crushed her. She’s a father working while cancer eats away his insides, to bring home one more pay check. She’s a twelve-year-old trying to mother her brothers and sisters because Mama had to go to Heaven. She’s a switchboard operator sticking to her post while smoke chokes her and fire cuts off her escape. She’s all the unsung heroes who couldn’t make it but never quit. Come. Salute as you pass and come see my Little Mermaid.”
--Robert A. Heinlein
Ben looked at her. Presently Jubal said gruffly, “All right, blow your nose. Come sit down.”
“No,” Caxton answered. “How about this one? I see it’s a girl. But why tie her up like a pretzel?”
Jubal looked at the replica “Caryatid Who Has Fallen under Her Stone.” “I won’t expect you to appreciate the masses which make that figure much more than a ‘pretzel’ -- but you can appreciate what Rodin was saying. What do people get out of the looking at a crucifix?”
“You know I don’t go to church.”
“Still, you must know that the representations of the Crucifixion are usually atrocious -- and ones in churches are the worst … blood like catsup and the ex-carpenter portrayed as if He were pansy … which He certainly was not. He was a hearty man, muscular and healthy. But a poor portrayal is as effective as a good one for most people. They don’t see defects; they see a symbol which inspires their deepest emotions; it recalls to them the Agony and Sacrifice of God.”
“Jubal, I thought you weren’t a Christian?”
“Does that make me blind to human emotion? The crummiest plaster crucifix can evoke emotions in the human heart so strong that many have died for them. The artistry with which such a symbol is wrought is irrelevant. Here was have another emotional symbol -- but wrought with exquisite artistry. Ben, for three thousand years architects designed buildings with columns shaped as female figures. At last Rodin pointed out that this was work too heavy for a girl. He didn’t say, ‘Look, you jerks, if you must do this, make it a brawny male figure.’ No, he showed it. This poor little caryatid has fallen under the load. She’s a good girl -- look at her face. Serious, unhappy at her failure, not blaming anyone, not even the gods … and still trying to shoulder her load, after she’s crumpled under it.
“But she’s more than good art denouncing bad art; she’s a symbol for every woman who ever shouldered a load too heavy. But not alone women -- this symbol means every man and woman who ever sweated out life in uncomplaining fortitude, until they crumpled under their loads. It’s courage, Ben, and victory.”
“’Victory’?”
"Victory in defeat, there is none higher. She didn’t give up, Ben; she’s still trying to lift that stone after it has crushed her. She’s a father working while cancer eats away his insides, to bring home one more pay check. She’s a twelve-year-old trying to mother her brothers and sisters because Mama had to go to Heaven. She’s a switchboard operator sticking to her post while smoke chokes her and fire cuts off her escape. She’s all the unsung heroes who couldn’t make it but never quit. Come. Salute as you pass and come see my Little Mermaid.”
--Robert A. Heinlein
thanks everyone !! =) hehe i especially liked:
~being online at 12 am and getting happy birthday IMs
~people as they search for a dollar bill to give to me
~hugs
~cool kookie gifts from unexpected people
~gifts that are related to me in some odd way
~the homemade gifts
~the cool creative cards
okay. i hope everyone's day was good. =) tata for now...
~being online at 12 am and getting happy birthday IMs
~people as they search for a dollar bill to give to me
~hugs
~cool kookie gifts from unexpected people
~gifts that are related to me in some odd way
~the homemade gifts
~the cool creative cards
okay. i hope everyone's day was good. =) tata for now...
WHOOT WHOOT! hehehe just one more day! i can soooooo do this!
okay so today was not that eventful but it was still good. i'm feeling gooooood. i don't even know why. i mean, yeah the 4-day weekend coming up is damn spiffy. but i don't think that's the whole reason. arooh? i dunno. i am just crazy. but hey, at least it's happy-crazy!
actually... i can think of reasons why i should be feeling down. =\ and here we go... i gave it to someone who appreciated it and gave it back to me. =) makes me feel all tingly inside! pass it around: You are beautiful, unique, exquisite, and irreplaceable. take good care of yourself... please?
okay so today was not that eventful but it was still good. i'm feeling gooooood. i don't even know why. i mean, yeah the 4-day weekend coming up is damn spiffy. but i don't think that's the whole reason. arooh? i dunno. i am just crazy. but hey, at least it's happy-crazy!
actually... i can think of reasons why i should be feeling down. =\ and here we go... i gave it to someone who appreciated it and gave it back to me. =) makes me feel all tingly inside! pass it around: You are beautiful, unique, exquisite, and irreplaceable. take good care of yourself... please?
bleah my guestbook has been kind of screwy lately... (but new questions, yay!!)
i'm in a good mood this week... must be the light of the 4-day weekend calling to me...!! hahaha
the orchestra performance in the courtyard proved to be a pretty enjoyable experience. having people in a whooping and hollering frenzy about the orchestra playing was far from what i expected. i get the feeling it was far from what ms brown was expecting either, since some strangoids in orchestra kept insisting that the only people who would be there were the Tree People, who they were sure were going to stone us and boo. haha that was sooo not the case. the wind blowing the music off the stands provided some visual entertainment as well... which is always nice, eh? overall, i'm really glad the orchestra did this. the timing, however, wasn't too great, as i had to rush to my world history class and start my lovely little dbq! aiyeee!! but hey, i think i did pretty well on that, too...! must be that foil dude that brought me good luck. or hey, maybe it was my exuberant mood! oh, and btw, the food party in japanese class: tasty tasty! =) and it all worked towards me since i didn't get time during lunch to eat because of our courtyard-arama.
i kept forgetting how funny it looks when two people with identical shirts stand next to each other... so that's why people looked twice!
i'm in a good mood this week... must be the light of the 4-day weekend calling to me...!! hahaha
the orchestra performance in the courtyard proved to be a pretty enjoyable experience. having people in a whooping and hollering frenzy about the orchestra playing was far from what i expected. i get the feeling it was far from what ms brown was expecting either, since some strangoids in orchestra kept insisting that the only people who would be there were the Tree People, who they were sure were going to stone us and boo. haha that was sooo not the case. the wind blowing the music off the stands provided some visual entertainment as well... which is always nice, eh? overall, i'm really glad the orchestra did this. the timing, however, wasn't too great, as i had to rush to my world history class and start my lovely little dbq! aiyeee!! but hey, i think i did pretty well on that, too...! must be that foil dude that brought me good luck. or hey, maybe it was my exuberant mood! oh, and btw, the food party in japanese class: tasty tasty! =) and it all worked towards me since i didn't get time during lunch to eat because of our courtyard-arama.
i kept forgetting how funny it looks when two people with identical shirts stand next to each other... so that's why people looked twice!
wowieeee
i can't believe i got to catch up with shajia. after more than one and a half years... !!! she hasn't changed very much. the way she describes iowa, it sounds like a completely different planet from houston. hahaha
my dad is such a butt-hole. he made me get off the phone with her. but yayyy he also got all my pics from the cruise developed. i'm not sure if i should bring them to school or not, though, because then the scrapbook will be boring... =\
for those who took the SAT today: i hope yall do really well so yall won't have to take it anymore!!!
as for us hanging out.. =( i don't think i'll be able to have any fun whatsoever until this 6 weeks is over. i swear, i am trying to haul ass to bring up my APWH grade, but every time I get my dumbo update from peeksters, i want to hurt someone. *sigh*
i can't believe i got to catch up with shajia. after more than one and a half years... !!! she hasn't changed very much. the way she describes iowa, it sounds like a completely different planet from houston. hahaha
my dad is such a butt-hole. he made me get off the phone with her. but yayyy he also got all my pics from the cruise developed. i'm not sure if i should bring them to school or not, though, because then the scrapbook will be boring... =\
for those who took the SAT today: i hope yall do really well so yall won't have to take it anymore!!!
as for us hanging out.. =( i don't think i'll be able to have any fun whatsoever until this 6 weeks is over. i swear, i am trying to haul ass to bring up my APWH grade, but every time I get my dumbo update from peeksters, i want to hurt someone. *sigh*
"'...There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do. It's all part of the same thing. And some of the things folks do is nice, and some ain't nice, but that's as far as any man got a right to say.'" He paused and looked up from the palm of his hand, where he had laid down the words.
Joad was grinning at him, but Joad's eyes were sharp and interested, too. "You give her a goin'-over," he said. "You figured her out."
Casy spoke again, and his voice rang with pain and confusion. "I says, 'What's this call, this sperit?' An' I says, 'It's love. I love people so much I'm fit to bust, sometimes.' An' I says, 'Don't you love Jesus?' Well, I thought an' though, an' finally I says, 'No, I don't know nobody name' Jesus. I know a bunch of stories, but I only love people. An' sometimes I love 'em fit to bust, an' I want to make 'em happy, so I been preachin' somepin I thought would make 'em happy.' An' then--I been talkin' a hell of a lot. Maybe you wonder about me using bad words. Well, they ain't bad to me no more. They're jus' words folks use, an' they don't mean nothing bad with 'em. Anyways, I'll tell you one more thing I thought out; an' from a preacher it's the most unreligious thing, and I can't be a preacher no more because I thought it an' I believe it."
"What's that?" Joad asked.
Casy looked shyly at him. "If it hits you wrong, don't take no offense at it, will you?"
"I don't take no offense 'cept a bust in the nose," said Joad. "What did you figger?"
"I figgered about the Holy Sperit and the Jesus road. I figgered, 'Why do we got to hang it on God or Jesus? Maybe,' I figgered, 'maybe it's all men an' all women we love; maybe that's the Holy Sperit--the human sperit--the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of.' Now I sat there thinkin' it, and an' all of a suddent--I knew it. I knew it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it."
--The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
Joad was grinning at him, but Joad's eyes were sharp and interested, too. "You give her a goin'-over," he said. "You figured her out."
Casy spoke again, and his voice rang with pain and confusion. "I says, 'What's this call, this sperit?' An' I says, 'It's love. I love people so much I'm fit to bust, sometimes.' An' I says, 'Don't you love Jesus?' Well, I thought an' though, an' finally I says, 'No, I don't know nobody name' Jesus. I know a bunch of stories, but I only love people. An' sometimes I love 'em fit to bust, an' I want to make 'em happy, so I been preachin' somepin I thought would make 'em happy.' An' then--I been talkin' a hell of a lot. Maybe you wonder about me using bad words. Well, they ain't bad to me no more. They're jus' words folks use, an' they don't mean nothing bad with 'em. Anyways, I'll tell you one more thing I thought out; an' from a preacher it's the most unreligious thing, and I can't be a preacher no more because I thought it an' I believe it."
"What's that?" Joad asked.
Casy looked shyly at him. "If it hits you wrong, don't take no offense at it, will you?"
"I don't take no offense 'cept a bust in the nose," said Joad. "What did you figger?"
"I figgered about the Holy Sperit and the Jesus road. I figgered, 'Why do we got to hang it on God or Jesus? Maybe,' I figgered, 'maybe it's all men an' all women we love; maybe that's the Holy Sperit--the human sperit--the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of.' Now I sat there thinkin' it, and an' all of a suddent--I knew it. I knew it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it."
--The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
the cruise was so freaking fun
it was kind of weird... it always felt like we were just killing time. there weren't that many organized activities. so we played games like Twister, charades, hide & go seek, marco polo... oooh and pranks. hahaha :)
i think i'll write more about it when it comes to me. but right now there's just so much...!!!
hapPINESS!
it was kind of weird... it always felt like we were just killing time. there weren't that many organized activities. so we played games like Twister, charades, hide & go seek, marco polo... oooh and pranks. hahaha :)
i think i'll write more about it when it comes to me. but right now there's just so much...!!!
hapPINESS!
i desperately want that vacuum right now...
*clicks heels* ~there's no place like the vacuum~
just like freshman year, i'm starting to wish i could go to sleep and not wake up. i can't think of any concrete reason why. it's all in my head, but i can't change how i feel. all i can do is acknowledge how i'm feeling and hope that it changes soon. i've been hoping for a while already. ...
i don't want people to worry about me. that's actually the last thing i need or want right now. so if you read this, then promptly stop worrying. heh that doesn't work as easy as it should, huh? if you are wishing now that you hadn't visited my blog today, then just pretend you never came. pretend you don't know. pretend it is all a dream...
i feel like i owe an explanation. this is by no means an attempt to shut my friends out. these days i find myself alone amidst a crowded room. alone among peers. alone among friends. =( i'll be back soon, i hope. i just hope i have people to come back to. i want to come back so bad, but i don't know how to. we'll see, i guess...
*clicks heels* ~there's no place like the vacuum~
just like freshman year, i'm starting to wish i could go to sleep and not wake up. i can't think of any concrete reason why. it's all in my head, but i can't change how i feel. all i can do is acknowledge how i'm feeling and hope that it changes soon. i've been hoping for a while already. ...
i don't want people to worry about me. that's actually the last thing i need or want right now. so if you read this, then promptly stop worrying. heh that doesn't work as easy as it should, huh? if you are wishing now that you hadn't visited my blog today, then just pretend you never came. pretend you don't know. pretend it is all a dream...
i feel like i owe an explanation. this is by no means an attempt to shut my friends out. these days i find myself alone amidst a crowded room. alone among peers. alone among friends. =( i'll be back soon, i hope. i just hope i have people to come back to. i want to come back so bad, but i don't know how to. we'll see, i guess...
The sky is pretty right now.
I was in the school clinic for 3rd period and some of 4th. A kid came in asking for a safety pin... ?! The nurse had one for him.
The ninja fell off of my sociology collage. It happened when all the collages got mushed together because pretty much everyone was leaving their collages in the classroom. It's not a big deal that the ninja fell off though, because it doesn't mess up anything else. Hot glue is cool that way. I just hope that it's not some sort of symbolic representation of me... hmmm
A kid in sociology class randomly started singing, "They call me mellow yellow..." =)
I had sushi for lunch today.
Sage is a pretty name.
Two collaborative assignments were due today: One of them I didn't even turn in =( The other one I didn't do a very good job on.
I really had no intention of going to school at all today. but alas, 'twas not so...
at least I got to sleep from 1 to 5 =)
I was in the school clinic for 3rd period and some of 4th. A kid came in asking for a safety pin... ?! The nurse had one for him.
The ninja fell off of my sociology collage. It happened when all the collages got mushed together because pretty much everyone was leaving their collages in the classroom. It's not a big deal that the ninja fell off though, because it doesn't mess up anything else. Hot glue is cool that way. I just hope that it's not some sort of symbolic representation of me... hmmm
A kid in sociology class randomly started singing, "They call me mellow yellow..." =)
I had sushi for lunch today.
Sage is a pretty name.
Two collaborative assignments were due today: One of them I didn't even turn in =( The other one I didn't do a very good job on.
I really had no intention of going to school at all today. but alas, 'twas not so...
at least I got to sleep from 1 to 5 =)
there's that funny state of consciousness when you're waking up... it's like your mind is between the two worlds. and you can actually feel that your blood is actually circulating slower. it feels almost like your blood is more viscous, so it's being stubborn and moving through your veins agonizingly slowly. in the same way, the motor skills are greatly reduced. arms and legs move only after repeated requests from the brain. maybe the commands just travel more slowly through the new mass of liquid-solid that your physical being has become. your mind, although it is conscious, is in a certain state of fuzziness. it is at this time that you sometimes want to return to the episode of your dream (if it was good), but it never really works out. yet this is the best time to remember your dreams. they come back with a overwhelming, pressing vitality. the dreams are more vivid than reality. the edges are sharper; the colors brighter; the touch more tangible. take this moment to replay them in your head, because a couple hours later, they will fade; the colors, characters, and feelings fade, and the details seep out of your memory like a boy trying to cup water in his hands.
could we take a moment just to chilllll? thank you. :)
my mom's using the phone. so i'm just going to type until she's off. i wouldn't be surprised if she takes forever so this will end up being my longest blog of all time. maybe i should blog while my mom is on the phone more often, eh? hahaha... we'll see. so today was pretty nice... in sociology we're going through the class and talking about everyone. first impressions and such... it's kind of scary. haha well today was nice because i only heard really really niiice things (from one person... thank you), and then the bell rang, so ms bolton said we'd continue tomorrow. in the beginning, i was like "what good can come from this...?" because some of ms bolton's quick judgments irk me. but i guess she's just telling the truth, and if first impression and the real deal don't align, then at least the person himself (or herself) will realize it. i've said this before to a couple people, but i'll say it again: i'm always surprised by what people tell me about myself. maybe it's time i knew how i portrayed myself and how i am percieved to be. we'll see. generally, the class hasn't gone into that much depth about people. fellow classmates will mostly just say that the person is nice, quiet, friendly, etc. hehe playing the safe side, evidently. anyhow, that was one of the more interesting moments of the day.
this grading period i ended up with a lot of borderline grades. english, japanese, precal, and sociology. eh oh well. i'm going to cozumel!!! hahaha... i know that didn't have much relevance, but oh well! some time last week i was looking at this guy in sociology's shoe, and there was some stuff written on it. so i squint and lean in a little. it says, "quit gazing at my shoe." *sheepish smile* i've been caught.
wahhhh for stephanie's car accident today. yay for andrea's algebra!! yay for sam's gpa!! yay for emily's crutch-free-dom! and boooo for wendy's recent questioning of her sanity ... and doh!! for george's writing of an apology note!
poking fun at ben's new corruptness is fun!!! =D
okay i seriously think my mom needs to get off the phone now. i don't know what to type anymore!!! urgh... i have world history that i could be doing. i can do that in japanese tomorrow if it comes down to it though. i think sensei is starting to doubt my intelligence. she used to think i was really smart. don't ask me why, but she would always think that she was doing something wrong in her teaching if i didn't know the answers... lol. but now she just thinks i'm stupid. or maybe she knows that i don't pay attention. i think she stereotypes asians as smart people right off the bat. granted, she is far from the only person who does this. i think teachers should try to make it less obvious though. sensei thinks the black people are complete dolts. and speaking of those kinds of teachers... ms egan! sheesh with her "mandarins." okay now i'm getting into stuff that maybe i shouldn't be writing online, knowing that the teachers (especially history department ones!) look at people's blogs. but oh well. all this is my opinion, which is backed up by my own experiences and interpretation of things. my mom's still on the phone...
speaking of my mom... she is really starting to annoy me sometimes. she'll sneak up behind me while i'm on the computer and she'll stand like a foot behind me and start talking into my ear, giving me near heart attacks every time! btw, shirley, saturday isn't a concert. it's just solo & ensemble contest, so i don't know if it'll be as fun for you to bring me. we (the string quartet) could play our piece for you, but it would just be that widdle bit. of course, if you do take me, then we can chill afterwards and do whatever we want for the rest of the day. =)
man. you would think that my mom would run out of things to say after a while. i know i'm running out of stuff to type... hahaha >p
oh. something (someone) i've been thinking about pretty much recently: has there ever been someone who annoyed the crap out of you, but with whom you feel this immediate connection? it's the creepiest thing in the world. it's like your intellectual mind and subconcious mind is conflicting. there was this girl at buddhist camp who i felt so comfortable with, just talking and joking around. it was like we had grown up together. our minds just worked on the exact same wavelengths. she felt it too, because we talked about it for a bit. of course, not much needed to be said. it was kind of like, "this is so weird... it's like we're--" and the other one will finish the thought, "sisters. like we grew up together... like we know exactly what the other is--" and together: "..thinking." it was to the extent where it really threw other people off. they wouldn't know what to make of us when we called each other names and insulted each other, because we knew exactly how far we could go, and we understood each other perfectly. but at the same time. ooooh this girl was annoying. hahahaa... i make no sense whatsoever, but i just didn't like her that much. people are so strange... myself included.
i'm not really sure i'm going to go to camp this summer. i'll feel so old. hahaa... i guess that's how my sisters felt. to tell you the truth, i was never really tolerant of younger kids. so i don't know if i could stand 3 days with pre-teens running around. it's just too much. i never had to deal with younger people, since i'm the youngest of three. i don't think i could ever babysit. hanging out with older people (relatives and sisters) has always been something i enjoyed doing. okay, well i remember once when i felt pretty fed up with it. but that was just for like 2 days, and then it went away. i must admit that i act differently when i'm with people who are older than me. i don't mean that i'm counting months and days, but i mean if they are noticeably older. i become really soft-spoken and i'm sort of just there. i don't do much; i'm just there. that's kind of how it is when i'm amidst a group of strangers too, now that i think about it. when i'm with my friends, though, it's very different. what happens when my two worlds collide? hmm... my friends and family in one room. i have no idea. i guess i'm somewhere in between then. =\
doh! i feel bad. i kind of ratted out my mom to my dad. i even pointed my finger at her like a freaking 5 year-old. and my dad told her to get off the phone. and now he's yelling :( poo...
sorry this post was so long. i don't think this this posting-until-my-mom-gets-off-the-phone is such a good idea...
my mom's using the phone. so i'm just going to type until she's off. i wouldn't be surprised if she takes forever so this will end up being my longest blog of all time. maybe i should blog while my mom is on the phone more often, eh? hahaha... we'll see. so today was pretty nice... in sociology we're going through the class and talking about everyone. first impressions and such... it's kind of scary. haha well today was nice because i only heard really really niiice things (from one person... thank you), and then the bell rang, so ms bolton said we'd continue tomorrow. in the beginning, i was like "what good can come from this...?" because some of ms bolton's quick judgments irk me. but i guess she's just telling the truth, and if first impression and the real deal don't align, then at least the person himself (or herself) will realize it. i've said this before to a couple people, but i'll say it again: i'm always surprised by what people tell me about myself. maybe it's time i knew how i portrayed myself and how i am percieved to be. we'll see. generally, the class hasn't gone into that much depth about people. fellow classmates will mostly just say that the person is nice, quiet, friendly, etc. hehe playing the safe side, evidently. anyhow, that was one of the more interesting moments of the day.
this grading period i ended up with a lot of borderline grades. english, japanese, precal, and sociology. eh oh well. i'm going to cozumel!!! hahaha... i know that didn't have much relevance, but oh well! some time last week i was looking at this guy in sociology's shoe, and there was some stuff written on it. so i squint and lean in a little. it says, "quit gazing at my shoe." *sheepish smile* i've been caught.
wahhhh for stephanie's car accident today. yay for andrea's algebra!! yay for sam's gpa!! yay for emily's crutch-free-dom! and boooo for wendy's recent questioning of her sanity ... and doh!! for george's writing of an apology note!
poking fun at ben's new corruptness is fun!!! =D
okay i seriously think my mom needs to get off the phone now. i don't know what to type anymore!!! urgh... i have world history that i could be doing. i can do that in japanese tomorrow if it comes down to it though. i think sensei is starting to doubt my intelligence. she used to think i was really smart. don't ask me why, but she would always think that she was doing something wrong in her teaching if i didn't know the answers... lol. but now she just thinks i'm stupid. or maybe she knows that i don't pay attention. i think she stereotypes asians as smart people right off the bat. granted, she is far from the only person who does this. i think teachers should try to make it less obvious though. sensei thinks the black people are complete dolts. and speaking of those kinds of teachers... ms egan! sheesh with her "mandarins." okay now i'm getting into stuff that maybe i shouldn't be writing online, knowing that the teachers (especially history department ones!) look at people's blogs. but oh well. all this is my opinion, which is backed up by my own experiences and interpretation of things. my mom's still on the phone...
speaking of my mom... she is really starting to annoy me sometimes. she'll sneak up behind me while i'm on the computer and she'll stand like a foot behind me and start talking into my ear, giving me near heart attacks every time! btw, shirley, saturday isn't a concert. it's just solo & ensemble contest, so i don't know if it'll be as fun for you to bring me. we (the string quartet) could play our piece for you, but it would just be that widdle bit. of course, if you do take me, then we can chill afterwards and do whatever we want for the rest of the day. =)
man. you would think that my mom would run out of things to say after a while. i know i'm running out of stuff to type... hahaha >p
oh. something (someone) i've been thinking about pretty much recently: has there ever been someone who annoyed the crap out of you, but with whom you feel this immediate connection? it's the creepiest thing in the world. it's like your intellectual mind and subconcious mind is conflicting. there was this girl at buddhist camp who i felt so comfortable with, just talking and joking around. it was like we had grown up together. our minds just worked on the exact same wavelengths. she felt it too, because we talked about it for a bit. of course, not much needed to be said. it was kind of like, "this is so weird... it's like we're--" and the other one will finish the thought, "sisters. like we grew up together... like we know exactly what the other is--" and together: "..thinking." it was to the extent where it really threw other people off. they wouldn't know what to make of us when we called each other names and insulted each other, because we knew exactly how far we could go, and we understood each other perfectly. but at the same time. ooooh this girl was annoying. hahahaa... i make no sense whatsoever, but i just didn't like her that much. people are so strange... myself included.
i'm not really sure i'm going to go to camp this summer. i'll feel so old. hahaa... i guess that's how my sisters felt. to tell you the truth, i was never really tolerant of younger kids. so i don't know if i could stand 3 days with pre-teens running around. it's just too much. i never had to deal with younger people, since i'm the youngest of three. i don't think i could ever babysit. hanging out with older people (relatives and sisters) has always been something i enjoyed doing. okay, well i remember once when i felt pretty fed up with it. but that was just for like 2 days, and then it went away. i must admit that i act differently when i'm with people who are older than me. i don't mean that i'm counting months and days, but i mean if they are noticeably older. i become really soft-spoken and i'm sort of just there. i don't do much; i'm just there. that's kind of how it is when i'm amidst a group of strangers too, now that i think about it. when i'm with my friends, though, it's very different. what happens when my two worlds collide? hmm... my friends and family in one room. i have no idea. i guess i'm somewhere in between then. =\
doh! i feel bad. i kind of ratted out my mom to my dad. i even pointed my finger at her like a freaking 5 year-old. and my dad told her to get off the phone. and now he's yelling :( poo...
sorry this post was so long. i don't think this this posting-until-my-mom-gets-off-the-phone is such a good idea...
surprised? i'd say so. even though his mom told him about it that morning... hahah doh!
it was sooooo much fun!! even though not everyone knew each other, i think we all had fun!!! the preparation was fun; the food was yummieee; the taboo was hilarous; the singing was beautiful; taboo round 2 was also hilarious. lots of fun overall!
george's blog today is almost a novel! lol and he has lots of highlights and stuff from the party... here are a few more :
taboo word: wheelchair. eric - "you make fun of these people..."
taboo word: cuddle.
wendy - "when you care about someone, you..."
ben - "hug?"
wendy - "and then..."
ben - "kiss?"
wendy - "and then..."
ben - "have sex?" lol hahahahaha... he finally got it after
i said "after sex, some people like to do this..."
ben - "cuddle?" DING DING DING!!
SMELLY SOAP!! *wendy & i run off to the bathroom*
while discussing his "dirrtiness," george looks to andrea, who says to him "don't look at me for help, I've seen you dance." hahahahaaa >P
ok i think thats enough for now... wheeEEee so much fun!! WE LOVE YOU GEORGE!!!
it was sooooo much fun!! even though not everyone knew each other, i think we all had fun!!! the preparation was fun; the food was yummieee; the taboo was hilarous; the singing was beautiful; taboo round 2 was also hilarious. lots of fun overall!
george's blog today is almost a novel! lol and he has lots of highlights and stuff from the party... here are a few more :
taboo word: wheelchair. eric - "you make fun of these people..."
taboo word: cuddle.
wendy - "when you care about someone, you..."
ben - "hug?"
wendy - "and then..."
ben - "kiss?"
wendy - "and then..."
ben - "have sex?" lol hahahahaha... he finally got it after
i said "after sex, some people like to do this..."
ben - "cuddle?" DING DING DING!!
SMELLY SOAP!! *wendy & i run off to the bathroom*
while discussing his "dirrtiness," george looks to andrea, who says to him "don't look at me for help, I've seen you dance." hahahahaaa >P
ok i think thats enough for now... wheeEEee so much fun!! WE LOVE YOU GEORGE!!!
i'm starting to dread the answer to "how are you?" ...
this is where i would begin to quote, but then i remember Emerson (who i love, by the way): "I hate quotations. Tell me what you know." so i think to myself, "yeah, i can do that."
okay. in the case of a mental meltdown: do what makes you happy. let everything you do contribute towards your happiness. with this goal in mind, you can never go wrong. in this effort to make yourself happy, there is no victim. if you should fail, then you try again; if you should succeed, you have yourself to thank. no one else can steer you in the direction you want to go. good thing for that, because only you can decide what it is that makes you happy. don't let life live you; live your life as you see fit. make yourself happy. please... first and foremost do it for yourself. but also for your family, for your friends, and for yes... little ole me.
this is where i would begin to quote, but then i remember Emerson (who i love, by the way): "I hate quotations. Tell me what you know." so i think to myself, "yeah, i can do that."
okay. in the case of a mental meltdown: do what makes you happy. let everything you do contribute towards your happiness. with this goal in mind, you can never go wrong. in this effort to make yourself happy, there is no victim. if you should fail, then you try again; if you should succeed, you have yourself to thank. no one else can steer you in the direction you want to go. good thing for that, because only you can decide what it is that makes you happy. don't let life live you; live your life as you see fit. make yourself happy. please... first and foremost do it for yourself. but also for your family, for your friends, and for yes... little ole me.
i got a big papercut today...
and i realized that what had got me all put out yesterday is trivial and stupid. the more i thought about it, the more annoyed (angry, even) I got. And if i just stop thinking about it then it'll fall back into its harmless place in the back of my mind. and if it should come up on its own one day I'd be happy to deal with it right then and there. but no dwelling. similarly, the papercut is irritating as long as i rub at it and complain about it. but once my attention is focused elsewhere, it won't slow me down a bit.
so i had a pissy yesterday. but i'm fine today. :) and i'll be fine tomorrow. no, not fine, but great. well i'll try.
and i realized that what had got me all put out yesterday is trivial and stupid. the more i thought about it, the more annoyed (angry, even) I got. And if i just stop thinking about it then it'll fall back into its harmless place in the back of my mind. and if it should come up on its own one day I'd be happy to deal with it right then and there. but no dwelling. similarly, the papercut is irritating as long as i rub at it and complain about it. but once my attention is focused elsewhere, it won't slow me down a bit.
so i had a pissy yesterday. but i'm fine today. :) and i'll be fine tomorrow. no, not fine, but great. well i'll try.
wow i'm such the dork [in reference to the previous post]. hehe oh well.
i'm looking forward to valentine's day. not having that "special somebody" just never seems to hit me as hard as it does other people... i just think it's a nice time to all be happy and show people we care!! of course we do that on a daily basis too. =D plus, singing valentines are so much fun to witness!!!
oh... and a week or so ago i was complaining about a couple singing valentines i wanted to send out. i'm still [collaboratively] sending out two! yay what fun!
i'm looking forward to valentine's day. not having that "special somebody" just never seems to hit me as hard as it does other people... i just think it's a nice time to all be happy and show people we care!! of course we do that on a daily basis too. =D plus, singing valentines are so much fun to witness!!!
oh... and a week or so ago i was complaining about a couple singing valentines i wanted to send out. i'm still [collaboratively] sending out two! yay what fun!
the dinner before r&w was nice. very yum!! :) haha i kept putting stuff on george's plate and he'd look back and be like "where did this come from?" tee hee tee hee!! I didn't really know all the people at the dinner that well... just George, Jane, and Tiffany.
when we got to bellaire it was around 9pm, and no one was really dancing... that's okay because if there was anyone who was going to get it started, it was GEORGE. lol!!! hehehehe... and get it started he did! *grin* dancing was fun. most everyone danced, so it was cool. oh man it was sooo hot on the dance floor. but then it was freeeeeezing cold outside! hahah talk about extremes. but i actually had my big coat so outside was so bad. even though it was sprinkling just a little...
red & white was fun. :) i think the music could have been better and "dj skribble" was a real dumbutt for coming late and ending early! and after he had stopped playing music, he sat outside the cafeteria signing autographs. hahaa i didn't even know anyone who had heard of him before, but there were still a bunch of people crowding to get autographs. *shrug*
after the actual dance, sam & i went through a huge ordeal of finding something to do afterwards. doh!! yeah that didn't work out so well... and i loved the guy who shouted, "haha! yall don't have rides!!!" out of his car window at us. LOL!!
when we got to bellaire it was around 9pm, and no one was really dancing... that's okay because if there was anyone who was going to get it started, it was GEORGE. lol!!! hehehehe... and get it started he did! *grin* dancing was fun. most everyone danced, so it was cool. oh man it was sooo hot on the dance floor. but then it was freeeeeezing cold outside! hahah talk about extremes. but i actually had my big coat so outside was so bad. even though it was sprinkling just a little...
red & white was fun. :) i think the music could have been better and "dj skribble" was a real dumbutt for coming late and ending early! and after he had stopped playing music, he sat outside the cafeteria signing autographs. hahaa i didn't even know anyone who had heard of him before, but there were still a bunch of people crowding to get autographs. *shrug*
after the actual dance, sam & i went through a huge ordeal of finding something to do afterwards. doh!! yeah that didn't work out so well... and i loved the guy who shouted, "haha! yall don't have rides!!!" out of his car window at us. LOL!!
oh mama mama
by cuddlewit and ven
Our mommies are very cool!
They're stronger than a bull!
They never have to fart!
They always know where to start!
They're really hard to beat!
They don't like stinky feet!
They like to read big books!
They'll fight some ugly crooks!
da na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
deeern da deeern deeeern!
oh mama mama...
by cuddlewit and ven
Our mommies are very cool!
They're stronger than a bull!
They never have to fart!
They always know where to start!
They're really hard to beat!
They don't like stinky feet!
They like to read big books!
They'll fight some ugly crooks!
da na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
deeern da deeern deeeern!
oh mama mama...
i was going to get my license today but i'm delaying it because i wanted to sleep in. and my dad is weird and will only bring me to go get it in the early morning. strange...
i just spent a crap load of time trying to type something up. i dont know how to put what i'm thinking or feeling into words. so much typing. pausing. backspacing. it makes no sense to me. to anyone. i don't know if it exists. i don't know who it's about. i don't know if i'm imagining it. what is "it"? damned if i know. so you can see how i'm having a hard time describing something so nebulous. and what you're reading right now is all that's left of it.
i just spent a crap load of time trying to type something up. i dont know how to put what i'm thinking or feeling into words. so much typing. pausing. backspacing. it makes no sense to me. to anyone. i don't know if it exists. i don't know who it's about. i don't know if i'm imagining it. what is "it"? damned if i know. so you can see how i'm having a hard time describing something so nebulous. and what you're reading right now is all that's left of it.
damn. i hate that my memory sucks so much ass!! there are all these small things that i need to keep remembering. and i just realized as i was eating dinner that sang asked me for a ride home, and i just left without her when my dad came. i didn't even look to see if she was around. it totally slipped my mind. and it's even worse that i didn't remember until dinner! i wish my memory was better... blah.
you know what sucks so much ass as well??? the two singing valentines i was going to send (collaborative ones hehe) are down the drain because of stupid crap like teacher/student friction and All-State. WAHHHH!!!!!!! :( yall suck.
from japanese class: "you suck violently, from sea to shining sea."
you know what sucks so much ass as well??? the two singing valentines i was going to send (collaborative ones hehe) are down the drain because of stupid crap like teacher/student friction and All-State. WAHHHH!!!!!!! :( yall suck.
from japanese class: "you suck violently, from sea to shining sea."
happy birthday to robert and shajia :)
i haven't blogged these past few days. not much going on. i have a sore throat. i'm drinking a lot of liquids, so then i'm peeing a lot too! i feel like i have a bladder problem...
so who is going to red & white ? hehe something was incredibly funny about reading "students should expect a club-like scene" to describe r&w in the tpp. hahaha...
i haven't blogged these past few days. not much going on. i have a sore throat. i'm drinking a lot of liquids, so then i'm peeing a lot too! i feel like i have a bladder problem...
so who is going to red & white ? hehe something was incredibly funny about reading "students should expect a club-like scene" to describe r&w in the tpp. hahaha...
thanks to everyone who signed my gbook recently ! :)
to alice: yes, iccsc is the student council at ICC ... no one really wants to be a part anymore. pooey.
to wendy & george: yes, the bowling tournament is a must! it's tenatively on March 2nd. hehe yeah there were so many teams with ethnic themes... odd people.
to justin and stephanie: am i not a monkey ?? hmm wow i learn new stuff every day... >)
to alice: yes, iccsc is the student council at ICC ... no one really wants to be a part anymore. pooey.
to wendy & george: yes, the bowling tournament is a must! it's tenatively on March 2nd. hehe yeah there were so many teams with ethnic themes... odd people.
to justin and stephanie: am i not a monkey ?? hmm wow i learn new stuff every day... >)
yay there are two three-day weekends coming up!! :) we get jan 31st off. i didnt' know that until today. is it for chinese new year or what??
so there's not much going on... sociology is not as fun in alphabetical order. :( i'm all caught up with precal stuff. wowie today in world history the book mentioned Anne Boleyn. haha who cares, right? well that lady was in some lyrics to a Blues Traveler song, "Hook." so i thought that was majorly cool. i didn't finish my world history work, but everyone else did :( poo. oh well.
yayy for the emily fan club!
so there's not much going on... sociology is not as fun in alphabetical order. :( i'm all caught up with precal stuff. wowie today in world history the book mentioned Anne Boleyn. haha who cares, right? well that lady was in some lyrics to a Blues Traveler song, "Hook." so i thought that was majorly cool. i didn't finish my world history work, but everyone else did :( poo. oh well.
yayy for the emily fan club!
things are good. i haven't done any homework yet. blah procrastination sucks. my hands are really cold. it's very ugly outside. i dont mind it all that much. it's just rainy and cold. i just had an iccsc meeting. planning the bowling tournament :) we are kind of splurging with the money since there's going to be no iccsc next year. hehe.
i can't believe i worked so hard to get Mr Phillips back. now i have all this make-up work and crap. his class is 3X harder than Ms Gould's. i'm just nuts. i guess i just think mr phillips is cool. i won't regret it in a week. but i'm regretting it right now...
i need sleep. more sleep. i'm ready for spring break. i'm ready for cozumel. actually i'm kind of pooped. no cozumel yet. wendy's selling candy for me. thanks, wendy. let's see how random i can be. sensei is really random. she can be a real nut sometimes. robert had to sit at the front of the room today. poor kid. sociology seating was weird today. it's like we shuffled all the seats. supposedly we're going to be seated alphabetically tomorrow though. gosh darn it. that sucks. i want my movie back. Boondock Saints. Ms Hendryx is not very bright. I saw Ms Resnick in the counselor's office today. Mr Peek doesn't remember what he was saying about me to Ms Sperotto at the faculty breakfast. reading blogs is fun. :) i read a lot today. it's pretty late. i haven't finished APWH though. screw that. i have lunch to finish it. gnite.
i need sleep. more sleep. i'm ready for spring break. i'm ready for cozumel. actually i'm kind of pooped. no cozumel yet. wendy's selling candy for me. thanks, wendy. let's see how random i can be. sensei is really random. she can be a real nut sometimes. robert had to sit at the front of the room today. poor kid. sociology seating was weird today. it's like we shuffled all the seats. supposedly we're going to be seated alphabetically tomorrow though. gosh darn it. that sucks. i want my movie back. Boondock Saints. Ms Hendryx is not very bright. I saw Ms Resnick in the counselor's office today. Mr Peek doesn't remember what he was saying about me to Ms Sperotto at the faculty breakfast. reading blogs is fun. :) i read a lot today. it's pretty late. i haven't finished APWH though. screw that. i have lunch to finish it. gnite.
school has started off okay. i think just the novelty of it makes it bearable for now. and that's already worn off a bit. hopefully i will get my schedule changed again and i can go to Phillips 3rd period where i probably won't know anyone. oh well. more novelty! hahaha... >P
Japanese class goes by the slowest out of all my classes (well, it's a tie between English and Japanese), but i realized i often laugh so hard my stomach and cheeks start to hurt. hahhaaa... the people in there are just too funny!!! i guess that will have to take up my speech class' slack in terms of the humor department. sociology seems fun too. lots of talking. we're having to answer these questions she gives us, but frankly, i dont have much of an opinion on some of that stuff. haha they're supposed to be "ice breakers." i feel pretty comfortable with the class already. i'm so glad evelyn and sam are in there! wheeee!! especially evelyn! >)
is it just me or was TAKS really easy? even I thought it was easy. that almost NEVER happens. of course, whenever i think a test is well, i do really badly on it. or wait, is that just every test i take?
so yes i am writing a little more than usual. i haven't been keeping up on my daily updating. ever since justin jinxed me! hahaha jp
Japanese class goes by the slowest out of all my classes (well, it's a tie between English and Japanese), but i realized i often laugh so hard my stomach and cheeks start to hurt. hahhaaa... the people in there are just too funny!!! i guess that will have to take up my speech class' slack in terms of the humor department. sociology seems fun too. lots of talking. we're having to answer these questions she gives us, but frankly, i dont have much of an opinion on some of that stuff. haha they're supposed to be "ice breakers." i feel pretty comfortable with the class already. i'm so glad evelyn and sam are in there! wheeee!! especially evelyn! >)
is it just me or was TAKS really easy? even I thought it was easy. that almost NEVER happens. of course, whenever i think a test is well, i do really badly on it. or wait, is that just every test i take?
so yes i am writing a little more than usual. i haven't been keeping up on my daily updating. ever since justin jinxed me! hahaha jp
omg... andrea... i'm so sorry!!! i seriously think my dad was like high or drunk when he was driving you home today!!! not really from the driving, because he was never too great at talking and driving at the same time, but for all the WEIRD STUFF he was bringing up about the medical field!! ahhh so yeah i know you are one of the few people who read this regularly... so yeah i wanted to say sorry for that. and sorry for the watermelon boba :(
hmmm yeah... things are pretty cool. we got call waiting hehehhe.... it doesn't solve the problem with being online all the time, but it helps when i have my "endless phone conversations" ... blah blah blah. man i want to do stuff i just don't to go through the trouble to organize it. if any of yall (who i know) want to do something, just call me. okiday... merry christmas everybody!!
man i am so sleepy these past few days. tomorrow morn is going to be my first morning sleeping in, since we had the faculty breakfast was friday and i had chinese school today. man the malls were infested with shopping procrastinators today. well hey... christmas is still 4 days away, so i guess it's not procrastinating that much. hehe high schoolers experience it much more severely!! >P homework is what lunch was made for...
i don't know what the heck is going on at my house. there's this massive clean-up-the-house thing going on, but i'm confused as to why? hrmmm..... okay. well my finals today were alright, i guess. i think precal was okay. world history was SOOOOO LOOOOOONG!!! like a marathon, lol. and i don't think i did well, but i'm just lookin for a B, so i can afford to do badly. speech [and orchestra] are tomorrow. hehe blow-off day!