Resolutions?

So, I'm kind of lame this year because I don't have any resolutions.

Sure, there is a long list of crap that I could probably toss together and try to commit to for the new year, but I'm tired and lazy -.-

If I had a resolution it would most likely fix the aforementioned, but hey, I don't!

On a different tangent, I was cleaning out my flash drive and found this weird video of me washing out my dirty mouth in Chemistry last year. Enjoy!

No Pickle

I'm not quite sure if I've talked about this yet, but as of about a month after we got Pickle the Poodle we had to get rid of him :/

There were a few incidents with my baby brother that were no bueno so my parents opted to give him back. Biting dogs are not a good fit for a family with 4 kids. Anyways, after yearning for another pet to fill the void of Pickle we finally got another puppy, Bear.

He's nothing fancy, but he's very cute and lovable! He's only about 9 weeks old, but my dad told me that he's going grow fast. He's also a good excuse for me to not attempt any of my physics homework. Ick.

The sound of my voice on audio annoys me, hence me not talking at all in this video.

Merry Christmas

First off, Happy Christmas! I hope everyone is having an excellent holiday so far, and if you're not, well things can only go up right?

Obviously since I'm posting I have my brand new computer! I'm mad crushing on Windows 7 right now. I can honestly say this is one of the best Christmases ever.

I got this awesome Bob Marley clock made from a vinyl record, a telescope, tons of Hello Kitty paraphernalia (including a new video camera), socks to last me a lifetime, moccasins!, a pillow pet, and a few gift cards.... but enough about presents.

I feel so ADD because there's so many different things I want to blog about, but I have no idea where to start. I missed blogging.

Anyways, hopefully I'll be able to resume posting semi annually from now on....

Behind on the times

(scheduled post)
So I've been behind on the times..... Apparently during my involuntary hiatus from the Internet I got an award... Thanks to Arianna who gave it to me, and the three people I'm going to pass it on to are Natalie, Lizzie, and Mix Tape.

Let's celebrate with a song from Cake's upcoming new album Showroom of Compassion

Sneeking this in

So I have to say, I am a jumble of all sorts of emotions.

My birthday is down the road, Christmas is around the corner, and Monday marks the last week of school until January!

Friday my teacher announced that we would only be reading to chapter 20 of Huckleberry Finn and I didn't know whether to be excited, or upset. I hate not finishing a book no matter how hard it may be to get through. I will say that Huckleberry Finn is a lot easier to read than the Scarlett Letter, but the character Jim's spoken parts in Huckleberry Finn are horribly difficult to decipher, making it sometimes unpleasant to read. That part aside, it's a decent book.

In yearbook we have deadlines out the wazoo. Luckily I managed make deadline this time around, but some of my friends didn't :/

Oh well.

The service club that I'm a part of had a garage sale this morning and I managed to scrounge up $75 worth of stuff to donate, most of which came from beanie babies that my friend Andria so kindly gave me. If I remember correctly, she gave me over 30 beanies in all....

Anyways, I had to lug them around all day and during my Acadec period I busted them out so that we could have break from studying the Great Depression.

This picture doesn't show all of them, but you get the idea. (BTW, I'm in the middle)

This is a picture of our Acadec family in beanie baby form. (I'm the raccoon on the far end!)

Anyways, since I don't get my computer until Christmas (as I mentioned previously), I'll blog some more when I can steal some time on the computer!

Happy Holidays!

In a week

Yes, I know I've been MIA, but hey, that's what happens when your computer dies on you.

Oh well, I'm getting a new on for Christmas. After that happens I will be able to blog to my heart's content.

I would go on during yearbook, but deadline day is approaching so I've been preoccupied doing actual work.

Anyways, in a week I'll be 17. I'm still debating on whether or not this is a good thing. It might be a good thing, or it might simply mean that I should finally get a job. Who knows.

It has the same name but it's not the same thing

Have you ever wondered how confusing the English language is to other people trying to learn it?

Anyways, that was just a random thought. :)

Overridden With Angst

For some reason the world has decided to hand me a big pile of steaming crap in the form of leaves that I have to rake out of my front yard.

Not that I hate autumn leaves, but raking them up Amish style and then bagging them up is a pain, especially when you have a decent sized front yard.

I wouldn't hate raking the leaves if the yard would actually stay clean for more than three hours, but I guess that would be too easy. My dad being a lover of all things torturous refuses to let me use anything besides a rake because I'm young, soft, and need some toughening up. Needless to say my weekends will now consist of raking the yard, tending to my various bug bites and blisters attained from said activity, and homework. I lead a very glamorous life.

And to top it all off, in the next few weeks I will be stressed about making sure that my semester grades are up to par, meaning that I'll most likely be holed up somewhere studying and attempting to stay zen whilst alienating most of my family.

In order to keep myself from completely going off the deep end I've been trying to find little positive things to look forward to like watching DVRed episodes of Conan, art class, and leftover thanksgiving food.

Blahhhhh I just want Christmas Break to come around along with my birthday so that I can de-stress and whatnot.

Random Fact #1

Most kids in Russia are given birthday pie instead of cake. Russia sounds like my new favorite place.

The History Channel sucks the fun out of errthang

No lie, all day I've been watching the History Channel and everything, and I mean EVERYTHING I was ever taught in grade school about Thanksgiving is a lie; however, I'm willing to forgive the History Channel for ruining my previous assumptions about the relationships between the native Wampanoags and Pilgrims due to the fact that they have shows like Pawn Stars and American Pickers that seem to fuel my never ending want for useless junk.

I hate to say it, but I've been kind of disconnected with the internet and other forms of communication because I have been halfheartedly trying to go off-grid in order to satiate my growing conspiracy theories and whatnot and.... yeah.

It's obviously not really working.

Anyways, nonsense aside I'm gearing up for the big turkey feast. This year I'll be making the yeast rolls, and in order to prepare I've watched a few Good Eats episodes here and there. That Alton Brown is a genius.

I'll probably spend my weekend recovering from food overdose.

How about you guys U.S. bound?

You know what sucks?

• Finding out that someone you thought was cool is actually really, really lame.
• Getting stabbed by a grammar Nazi despite disclaimers stating your poor upbringing in grammar.
• Failing at NaNoWriMo
• Having a raging headache
• Being paranoid
• East Texas weather patterns (which are virtually nonexistant)
• Crazy AP teachers that make essay contest entries a grade
• Early college apps

And you know what makes all of the above better?

THANKSGIVING BREAK :D

Soooo...

I know it's been a while since I've posted, but I've got a good excuse, really!

But.... I'm not going into it right at this moment.

Anyways, the picture, you know from last post?

It's the top part of a pomegranate!

But silliness aside, I've been sort of preoccupied by starting all my scholarship/college app essays. Most of them are pretty generic, but since I plan on applying for some of them at the end of this school year I'd rather have them done now in order to avoid the impending stress.

Avoiding all stress had become virtually impossible, but I'm doing my best and treating myself every now and then. And by treating myself I mean watching Conan, reading Ke$ha's interview in Seventeen, and taking really long hot showers while listening to Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. My love/hate for physics grows daily, and my grades have kind of evened out to a steady B, which isn't too bad for being an advanced class, but isn't too good because I feel like I should be doing better in there. Oh well.

Also, just an obscure somewhat fruitless question: Does anyone know where to get film for the Polaroid izone200? (other than ebay, lomography, and B&H)

Can you---

(click to get a slightly larger view)
---guess what fruit I cut this off of? Hi five to those that can!

Say whut?

So since signing up for NaNoWriMo I've written about 2,000 words, and yes I know I'm behind. While some might criticize my decision to commit to something as time consuming as writing a 50,000 word book in one month, I feel that if I don't do this now, I'll never do it.

And I'd like to say that I at least participated and failed...

It makes for good small talk I suppose.

I have a debate tourney this weekend, and I'm going to be there all by myself. It's going to suck. As much as I hate to admit it, I really don't do well by myself. Oh well, this'll give me time to write more.

It feels like this year everything is moving so fast. There is definetly not enough time in the day to do everything that needs to be done. Sometimes I find myself choosing between the wealfare of my mental health verses the wealfare of my grades. Needless to say, my mental health comes first.

Also, I've been finding myself less enthused about all of my extracurriculars. I feel like my core classes ask so much that anything on the side can just screw themselves because I'm too tired to care about them.

I hope dearly that I'm not like this as an adult. Not hating my life has always been a goal of mine.

Ah, btw, this is my Spock action figure. As you can tell, he's an aspiring photographer.

Bad Monday

So apparently most of my extended family hates me because I lack the normal human skill of personal connection.

Guess what? All my life they could care less about what I said, and now of all times they expect me to want to talk to them? It doesn't work like that.

Maybe, just maybe the reason why my brain instantly shuts down and reverts to "observe" mode around them is because that's all that I was allowed to do for the longest time.

Sorry, but again, it doesn't work like that. I may be a partial snob, but at least I'm not a loud obnoxious pig.... ohhhhhhhh burrrrn.

Now that my rant is over, I'm doing NaNoWriMo!!

Are you?

While this may seem insignificant to you

Are you excited?

I am.

High off of this "crap"

It's that time of year again. I find myself engrossed in movies like You've Got mail, Kate and Leopold, and Amelie. No lie, I've been re-watching those suckers back to back for the past few weeks.

The romance is just too good to be true. In order to wake myself from this horrendously ugly marginalization of relationships I put on Ninja Assassin, which if you haven't seen, don't. Unless you're into horribly gory movies that will make you question the people who we deem "artists" for making the film in the first place.

I wish hot chocolate season was done and over with so that I can go back to watching normal movies like The Boondock Saints, or Fight Club without feeling like a 20 year old man with masculinity issues.

*sidenote: I have nothing against romantic comedies, but my over obsessiveness with them right now is quite alarming.

Bitter

I'm not an overly jealous person, and that's something that I'm proud of. In fact, I usually rationalize most situtations to the point of making myself seem like the bad guy for being jealous in the first place.

However, I am prone to being bitter.

I hate being wrong

I hate not winning

I hate it when I'm not given credit for something

The list goes on. When anything doesn't go my way I always feel the bitterness creep in, and my ability to fake enthusiasm is almost completely gone.

I'm human, and high school sucks. I can only imagine how horrible the real world will make me feel.

The tube isn't all bad

I'm on a super artsy kick.

And yes, I am an artist, but this goes beyond that. I feel like my inspiration meter is super sensitive and I've been really productive because of this. I make, then I give.

Here are some things that have contributed to the growing mass of inspiration in my head.

1. WORLD OF JENKS on MTV





2. THE NEISTAT BROTHERS on HBO


3. AMELIE

4. MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS
5. PAPER HEART

Dear whomever from above,

• please ensure that my physics grade is passing by the 3 weeks mark.
• please ensure that I passed my physics test that was ridiculously haaaaarrrrrd.
• please smite all the annoying and unproductive people out of my life.
• please send me some cash moneyz so that I can buy my dad a good birthday present.
• please let Micheal's, Radio Shack, and the stores at the mall have a sale this weekend.
• please melt away 5lbs of fat by next week.

PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE.

Recycling is good

Feeling guilty about throwing away a piece of illustration board that I used as a color pallet, I decided to recycle it and turn it into a legitimate piece art.

It will now be given to my friend Andria.

Power song 2010 - 2011

Yes, I know, another video? However, this song is my power song for the upcoming debate season. In the past I've usually chosen mellow songs like Two Weeks by Grizzly Bear, or Chicago by Sufjan Stevens, but this year?

Cake's Short Skirt/Long Jacket is just the thing to get me pumped and motivated to write my cases. Between all my other homework I have absolutely no time to write them during the week, so any free time on the weekends is spent working all night trying to write something that will WIN.

I feel terribly unprepared this year since I'm not in the debate class, and virtually competing as a maverick, but I plan on kicking some major butt despite my lack of preparation.

"I want a girl who gets up early

I want a girl who stays up late

I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity

Who uses a machete to cut through red tape

With fingernails that shine like justice

And a voice that is dark like tinted glass

She is fast and thorough

And sharp as a tack

She's touring the facility

And picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnng.... lonnng jacket"

Home.

A convincing argument towards my inner need to be a traveling gypsy.

Love/Hate

Last night I had dinner with my mom.

It wasn't too life altering, and I think I can actually say that it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Then again, I only spoke to my mom for a combined 30 minutes, and chatted with my grandpa the rest of the time.

If you haven't guessed already, physics and I have a love/hate relationship (similar to what I have with my mom). I hate how hard it is to comprehend at first, but once you learn it your view of the world is forever shifted. Apparently I come from a family of engineers on my Filipino side of the family.

And just in case you've never racially profiled a Filipino before, the vast majority of them that don't live in the Philippines are either nurses/doctors or engineers. This makes me wonder: what the heck happened to my mom?

Just kidding. She's doing just fine living off her new husbands money. But that's beside the point.

I have hope. I have hope that one day, in Physics I will make a low but impressive A in that class. ONE DAY!

Physucks

I hate making results pages for lab reports. They are satan.

Especially when you have no idea how to set up the tables, let alone the graphs. I have given up, and I am not ashamed.

I'll just do really well on the test.

Meaning, I'll make a 75, and pass the class with a B.

Darn you advanced physics!!!

Should never be in the circus

I feel like I'm juggling my life.

And I'm not a very good juggler, but that's in real life, not metaphorically.

According one of my grammar-nazi friends my blog is an abomination. And yes, I will admit to my poor grammar skillz, but hey it's my blog. I can rant incoherently all I want.

But back to being a bad juggler. I feel like I'm having choose between being a good friend/daughter/student and no matter what I do, someone is inevitably going to be unhappy.

What's sad is the fact that I don't even care anymore. Somewhere between now and the past few months I've developed a "screw you if you don't like me, I hatechu too" attitude that seems to infuriate adults. Honestly, the only thing that matters to me right now is getting into college. And not greying, dying, or starving in order to do so.

I'm sorry if I didn't have time to read a riduculously boring paper that wasn't going to show up on the test next Friday. Yes, I know it was very interesting and cool, but I have physics homework due next class, so suck it.

Hate is a strong word

But people are really sucking as of right now.

I've been having run ins with "adults" and it's been less than awesome.

I don't feel like elaborating and dropping names and whatnot, but let's just say I'm butting heads with some authority figures at school.

And no, it's nothing serious enough to get me suspended or in detention, there are just some issues that need to be worked out regarding tact, prejudices, and the lack of understanding there is.

I now see why some students drop out due to authority figure issues. Sometimes it can be a bit too much.

Happy on the inside

Ok.

Ok.

Ok.
Wow. Today I had a really cool day. This Guy complimented my artwork, and I feel---- happy. I know it's stupid to put someone on a pedestal, but coming from This Guy, it's a major compliment. I mean, really.


It's Kind of a Funny Story is a movie!!! That excites me.

I'm anxious to see my 6 weeks grades, but at the same time a little hesitant. I know it's all As and Bs, but knowing the actually number is always a little stressfull.

To cut down on the stress I made this really cool Origami Cube that you can find the instructions to here. No lie, it's very relaxing to just bounce it around and whatnot.

Needs an extra hour

Despite getting my computer back yesterday, I have been swamped with so much actual and potential homework that I didn't even get a chance to think about blogging. In fact, the only reason I'm blogging at 5:43 am is because I'm postponing a much needed shower.

Pickle, the new family dog has taken to rolling around in my bed, on my pillows, all up in my sheets, etc. so now my bed smells like dog. A simple solution would be to wash the sheets but guess what?? Pickle would only then proceed to roll around some more, perhaps even pee on the bed to ensure that his territory is indeed marked. I guess the only thing I can do is keep Pickle clean, unfortunately asking a dog to stay clean after you give it its weekly bath is like asking a newborn baby not to puke on you.

So it goes.

Although my bed smells like dog, and I have to walk Pickle at 5 in the morning, I quite enjoy having a pet. Sure, he's a little quirky and self conscious about eating in front of other people, but hey; at least I finally have a pet.

Another thing, Pickle is deathly afraid of cameras. More specifically the flash on the camera. Anytime I get a picture of him it just turns out to be a little black blur across the screen. Eventually, I'll get a picture of him up, but knowing my camera skills, you're better off googling a picture of a medium sized black poodle that hasn't been to the puppy salon yet.

Anyways, I better take that shower. I don't want my Physics teacher to wrinkle his nose at the fact that I haven't even started my lab report yet, or the fact that I smell like a poodle.

Pickle the poodle

I get my computer back this weekend! I'm hoping that I won't have anymore encounters with the internet herpes, because if I do.... I'm screwed.

Anyways, school as usual has been swamping me like hurricane Katrina. Like, full force winds and tests ALL THE TIME. And what's worse is that everything counts now. Apparently senior year is for chumps, and colleges are now focusing on junior year. FML. FML.

But on the bright side I now have a pet! For the past few months my dad has been obsessed with getting a poodle, and randomly yesterday he brought one home. His name is Pickle and he's a year and a half old.

I'll post more later.

Texas, oh Texas... I have a feeling that

If I do indeed decide to go out of state for college I'll be ridiculed for the lack of consistency in my textbooks.

Almost every week I check google news and there's always some type of controversy about our textbooks.

Oh well.

I'm still without a personal computer, but I'm dealing with it, and I'm trying to amp myself up for super conference (for debate) this Saturday.

For the past two years I have been really excited about it, but this year I just want to get it over with so I can go home and study for my physics test.

It's sad when I get excited about physics.

The Universe wins again

Last Friday I volunteered at my high school's Alumni luncheon for zclub, and it was gross. Or, at least it was gross in the back, where I was plating and preparing food.

The catering crew, which was just these two old guys were SCATTERED. Food was everywhere, the cooking area was a mess, it was on the verge of being a disaster.

When it came to assigning jobs to the volunteers only 2 people were needed in back to prepare the plates while everyone else had to carry them out or serve drinks. Knowing that I would probably end up dropping a tray, or spilling a drink on someone I quickly called dibs on working in the kitchen.

It wasn't too hard, all I had to do was put veggies on a plate and pass it down. Simple enough.

BUT. And I'm assuming you saw that conjunction coming from a mile away, THE PLATES WERE SO DIRTY.

They were grimy, and the bottoms were sticky, food was visibly stuck on them, and I put up a small protest to serving food on the poorly cleaned plates, but the caterers simply told me to put food over the nasty stuff to cover it up. Since I was merely volunteering, and there were people expecting food soon there wasn't anything I could have done. Strike one.

After the serving was done my friends Andria and Sully talked me into leaving early with them to get food. We went to two different teachers and tried unsuccessfully get passes so we could get off campus. Then, we had the brilliant idea of bribing a teacher with food. It worked, and we were able to get off campus. Strike two.

We ended up going to Chic-fil-a, which I am secretly not a fan of, and then Sonic, where I got a slushy. We skipped sixth period because we were coded for the rest of the day and I felt guilty. Strike three.

I was riddled with worry when it came to missing 8th period, which was AP English. You don't miss a class like that, if necessary. It just doesn't happen. Luckily, Sully remembered that she had to be at school at 2:15 to get ready for our mandatory pep rally.

Anyways, once we were on campus we officially couldn't have our drinks or food out without being questioned why 3 juniors, during class time, seem to have magically acquired an off campus period and fast food. My friend Andria, prior to getting to the building emptied out her bag of everything except what she needed for 8th period and put our food in her bag. We were back early and had to kill time until 8th period so we just hung out in our English class from last year. The teacher was pretty cool.

When 8th period came around our class had to go to the library, so I had to get my drink back from Andria and put it in my bag. BIG mistake right there. Having made 3 strikes against the universe I was bound to have something bad happen to me. Somewhere between leaving the library and walking to the multipurpose gym my slushy had exploded, without my knowledge.

Again, I was lucky and only ended up ruining 2 spirals, and my AP U.S. History folder and a random t-shirt, all of which were in the back zipper pocket thingy of my bag.

It could have been worse if I had put it into the front compartment of my bag which has ALL of my important binders.

Anyways, since the experience I've been trying to build up good karma. I have a feeling I'll need it soon.

(this was a scheduled post)

Dear baby Jesus

I hate viruses.

And my forgetful dad for continuing to leave my computer at his office, even though I'm sure it's fixed and totally virus free by now. But, for now, I have access of a computer, therefore I am making this post and will try to read some blogs later.

My life has just taken a turn for the chaotic. However, it's a nice chaotic. I managed to pass my first Pre AP Physics test, and I only studied for 10 minutes the night before!

This Guy has just been... different. I don't know what happened over the summer--- soul searching, a marathon of 'If you only knew me' on MTV, something happened that has just made him a heck of a lot nicer to everyone.

Lots of homework, the usual.

OH. And did I mention that I got invited to go to a leadership forum in Washington D.C.? Yes. It's in February, but it's still in the air on whether or not I'm actually going to go because it'll require me to miss a week of school, and I don't know if I can handle all of the make up work. I'm somewhat glad that I have a block schedule, so it'll only be like missing 2 or 3 days of a class, but still. That's more time than what I want to miss.

Also, the fact that it's in D.C. which is FAR from Texas is kind of daunting. I've never flown by myself before and I'm afraid that I'll end up missing my terminal or get lost in the airport or something like that. But if I do go I'll be able to visit all the govt. headquarters and see all the monuments and meet "valuable lifelong colleagues".

I'll figure it out soon. The deadline to sign up is in October.

Anyways, I'm off to read blogs.

Woes of life

I've missed blogging, reading blogs, etc. My computer has contracted a nasty virus, and I'm sneaking on carefully, trying not to screw anything up.... And to make it worse, the amount of homework I've been receiving has just increased. By like, tenfold. Homework is of Satan, unless you're a Satanist, and then I guess it's of George Bush. Just kidding. It's actually from Nazi's and that scary lady, Bombshell Mcgee.

Oh well, as Kurt Vonnegut would write, "So it goes."

As far as my social life, That Guy has been surprisingly somewhat less oblivious to the world, and his friend who we shall refer to as This Guy has also been a little more.... friendly.

If you call friendly saying 5+ words to me in a conversation.

Anyways, Monday night I slaved in the kitchen making two loaves of bread from scratch for my AP US History project on the northern colonies, and I have to say, for my first serious attempt at bread making, I think I did pretty good.

All the guys in my class loved it, and when I brought the leftovers to art This Guy complemented me, and also gave me a few tips on what to do next time I make bread. It's really awesome being able to brag about making the best sandwich on the face of the planet because you used your own bread that you made FROM SCRATCH. Take that faux domestic housewives that use store bought wonder-bread!

One step closer to being a unicorn. Ok, maybe I have 100 more steps to go, but still, closer to being just as awesome.

Mandatory Pep Rallies.

Yes, they used to be optional, but now they're mandatory.

I do have to admit, since my friend Caleb is the mascot, it is pretty interesting. And I really enjoy the drum line, so it's not as bad as I make it out to be.

My devastatingly ugly Debate Coach was there, and I tried not to act like he was the ugliest person on the face of the planet. It was quite hard.

That's what she said.

Anyways, even though I have two posters to do, and loads of other reading/writing homework, I'm looking forward to the three day weekend. No school Monday! I can't wait to sleep in!

.... I just remembered that I have to write debate cases. Oh well, I'll just procrastinate on that.

I should be doing homework.

Or something.

Everyday I have homework. Lots of homework. Most of it reading, and guess what? There's a quiz over the reading next class!

I counted all of the pages that I had to read for one night and got a whopping 127 textbook sized front+back pages. Do teachers ever stop to think that we have to read 20 pages in every other class plus their's? Probably not. I've been getting those, "My class is just as important, if not more, than your other classes" speeches. Oh well. I suppose this is preparing me for college, and the big workload I'll amass over there, but still. My back is killing me, and I have to grab onto the railings whenever I go up stairs for fear of toppling over and falling to my death, or worse, falling on top of other people.

And right now I'm sort of kicking myself for being an overachiever. It's just not cool.

Well, maybe it will be when I'm filling out my college applications, but as of right now I have virtually no social life, and if I were to have one I'd have to schedule it in. How douch-ey is that? Oh sorry, I can only hang out with you at 7 next Thursday for an hour. My schedule is too full for anything else. MEETINGS MEETINGS MEETINGS. And why on earth did I ever think that being an officer in multiple clubs was ever a good idea? Leadership shmeadership. Tomorrow doesn't need me as bad as it thinks it does.

It's not like I need to sleep and shower every now and then. And reading for leisure? Pah, that is for the bourgeois.

Blogging is keeping me sane amongst my paper cuts and papers due.

That Guy.

So there's This Guy. And he's like, I don't know, the Renaissance man of my generation. He's been in my advanced art class since my freshman year (he's one grade above me), and he can play music, make beautiful art, act, somewhat sing, dance, write--- you name it! No really, name something, and show him once how to do it, and he'll do whatever it is better. Not to mention he looks like a greek god. Every female teacher that has ever taught him LOVES him because he's just so.... talented.

Anyways, This Guy for some reason has a lot in common with me.

We both like random obscure and odd movies like Donnie Darko, we both like the exact same music, we have the same favorite artists and art pieces, the things that we have in common, and the things that we like is virtually infinite.

Now usually this wouldn't bother me, but if I were to mention or share about something that I liked people would be like, ohhhh cool. And just let the subject drop, but when That Guy mentions it, EVERYONE is all like, "I'm so checking that out!"

And then once they do they automatically like it, whilst I stand there dumbfounded because I had been raving about that one thing for the past 2 years.

It's not cool. Here is how I view the situation:

Walk into a room. Look a pony!!!! That's------ OH HEY! Look a unicorn!!! That's so awesome!

And I'm the pony.

Doing well, at least so far.

By some sort of miracle I have managed to stay on top of all of my loads of homework. And that's impressive seeing as how my workload has increased by tenfold.

The power of positive thinking!

Anyways, even though I've got all my bases covered, there's still one issue I have with school: My back is spent. So spent in fact, I've already told my friends to start referring to me as Quasimodo. The hunchback of PT High School-dam. Except half asian, and a girl.

Anyone else having/had this issue? I feel like there is a small child attached to my back, and the grimaces I make as I walk across campus to my classes are not doing anything for me. At all.

It's gotten so bad that halfway to my classes I imagine myself apparrating or levitating to my next class. Maybe if I do it often enough it'll actually happen. The power of positive thinking? Where's my Hogwarts acceptance letter?! I'm quite sure my owl died trying to make that trans-Atlantic flight.

Ah well, there's no telling how many calories I burn walking to and from my classes carrying that heavy load. Bright side!

On the not-so bright side of things, I have a English paper due tomorrow (that I should be working on now) and I have about 25 "be" verbs to eradicate from it by tonight or else I'll make below an 80. The power of positive thinking! I can definitely maybe do this!

In all of my classes, even my maths class, I try my best to crack jokes and get everyone in the room to laugh. Call it a little goal of mine, I want my year to be as happy as possible. So far I'm doing pretty well, and I'm also making sure to crack jokes without taking away from class time that way the teachers don't be hatin' on me.

Errbody loves a comedian.

Anyways, I hope everyone else in school is doing well, and keeping their head above the rough and choppy waters known as the educational system! The power of positive thinking and whatnot! <- see that? I tried to have a theme.

Physics: for once, something I can be artistic in!

Ok, so I've only been to two classes, and I have been assigned 36 extensive homework problems in Physics, but I really love the class.

Now, once the math starts I'm sure I'll hate it, but for now I'm really diggin it. Our notes are demanded to be as creative as possible, and patterns and doodling are encouraged! My Physics teacher who I've dubbed Special K is by far the best EVER. For now.

Speaking of people who are the best ever (for now) the new new debate coach is pretty rad. And my friends are doing they're best to convince me that he's just SO cute, but I refuse to admit that. Doing so would just be.... morally wrong. He's my somewhat coach. Wrong. Here's the picture that my school's website has up.

Dear Higher Power,

Please help me focus on dominating the competition via my words. Also, help me not be distracted by my coach's disastrously...... horrendous appearance. Oh yeah, and please please please send a nice respectable single boy that is my age to my area as soon as possible if you could please.

Did I say please yet? No? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. I would even date a guido at this point.

Dear Internet Connection, please do not crap out on me.

Fo realz. I think I will pull every hair from my head and eyebrows with tweezers if it stops working on me on more time.

Since moving to our new house, the Internet has just SUCKED for ME. Maybe it's problem's with my actual computer or something, I don't know. My stepmom's laptop works completely fine, so I have no idea what's going on.

School is ok, but I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't looking forward to the weekend. Only three days in and I've already had a landfill of homework. AND I HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN GIVEN ANY PHYSICS HW YET.

I can't wait.

The course load already feels majorly different from last year. They're getting more serious and whatnot.

I can't wait to start my scholarship list this year. I'm hoping to apply for 50+ and get at least5-10 different ones. TIME TIME TIME. Donde esta....TIME?!

So yeah.

Posting from the YRBK staffroom

So I'm typing like a mad maniac because I don't want the bell to catch me, and I have so much to say, buttttt it'll have to wait.

I'm frustrated with the school computers because for some awful reason I can't comment on ANYTHING. Oh well. I'll work it out.

It's nice to be back online. INTERNET HUGS FOR ERRBODY. Gangsta style.

Irrational fears.

Today I went to meet the teacher day and it was ok.... I ran into some friends, joked about, visited teachers, the usual. I met my AP Physics teacher and he nearly broke my hand, and I thoroughly made an idiot out of myself multiple occasions, but it's all cool. I also talked a bit with my AP Art teacher, who told me that all of her students are mixed up into different classes regardless of being in regular or advance art... fun fun. Aaaaand I talked to the new, new debate coach who is so young I might have seen him at an Andrew Bird concert, with the other cool college kids sippin' on some frappes or whatever the heck college people drink. SOBE lifewater? I don't know. And I'm just assuming that he does indeed listen to cool indie music. He could be a lacrosse player that listens to new age electronica for all I know.

Anyways, he seems pretty cool about me participating in debate despite not being in his class... We'll just have to see how the year goes on. I have high hopes. Lots of optimism too, for once.

I'm not looking forward to the first day because, well, it's this upcoming Monday, and they're going to process EVERYONE that day. Now, I may not have a super large school, but my High School alone has about 1,500 kids enrolled so it's going to be a pain to have to wait in a long line to get my i.d. and whatnot the first day. Also, they're not passing out books till the first day which means my back is going to die around 5th period, but hey, who needs the use of their back anyways?

Not to mention this weekend is going to be spent moving the big furniture into our new house, and getting settled in. We're having to put off clothes shopping till September, but it's all cool because I got some clothes when I was in Vegas, so it's not such a big deal.

+.+ Sometimes I wish I could just fast forward to next week, when all the moving will be FINALLY done, and when I'll be settled into the swing of school and all the people and classes.

But since my life doesn't work like that I'll just rough it out and report back later.

And later being truly later because we're moving the computer to the new house tomorrow and the internet doesn't get set up till Monday. Poop.

Never type with wet nails.

The kind on the ends of your fingers, or the ones you put in walls. Trust me, it's not a very good idea, unless you want to give your keyboard a make over.

Anyways I was surfing some blogs using the little navbar on the top of the page, and I kept getting asian blogs. And one explicit gay one. Another not so good idea, unless you want to accidentally stumble upon a gay pR0n blog. Also, I pretty sure it was a filipino gay explicit blog, and one of them looked suspiciously a lot like one of my many uncles from over there, but I was too wimpy to actually scroll down and confirm it was him. I kind of have the urge to go back in my web history to find the link and send it to my mom.... She would drop dead faster than you could say Pinoy Ako.

Other than that, not much going on in my neck of the woods. My family is just preoccupied with moving moving moving. That's all we're doing. Boxes, new shelves, maybe being able to paint the walls.

And tomorrow is meet the teacher day. Another reason for me to develop an irrational fear of my AP Physics teacher.

http://www.scottpilgrimthemovie.com/avatarCreator/
The Scott Pilgrim avatar creator thing is pretty darn cool too.

Crazy people and getting older.

Last night I went for a short time to my public library's annual teen lock in. For some reason I remember it being more fun, but that was probably when I was 13, and thrilled by the idea of snooping around in a dark library.

In fact, my friend Rebekka and I actually thought of the idea to have it.

Anyways we could only stay till midnight due to my baby brother's birthday party the following day. Sad to say, I was actually glad I had to leave early.

The crowd had really changed. Plus, I'm now 16 and I had changed. Needless to say I played a few rounds of hide and go seek, grew tired, and hung out in the room with all the snacks and just talked with Rebekka. Girl talk. The good stuff.

Not that I didn't like the other girls, but there was a lot of screaming, a lot of unnecessary loudness, and a lot of HOT VAMP TALK. And I just stood there either cringing, or shaking my head in silent disagreement of who their fantasy vampire boyfriend would be.

LESTAT FTW! Oh wait. You guys only read about vampires that sparkle. And the ones that don't eat humans.....

Did I mention the screaming? There was a lot. So much I have decided that if any girl screams really loud in my vicinity (for no reason whatsoever) I will take a squirt bottle and squirt uncontrollably until they shuts up. Now I realize the water will only make them scream more, but that's why I plan on carrying a GIANT bottle wherever I go. Who knows, maybe they might even melt.

Oh, and when they furiously ask me what gives me the right to drench them in water without them being at a wet T-shirt contest I will merely point to my ears from which, quite conveniently, a pair of earrings will say "No Trespassing."

A great solution to those with sensitive ear canals, or perhaps those who would like to retain as much of their hearing as possible as they enter their 60's.

And of course there was Crazy L. And yes, she is genuinely crazy. She even looks crazy with her wild eyes, and hair everywhere. Some of the other girls had called dibs on the intercom system and where playing Taylor Swift songs and various other pop songs and she was really perturbed about it. She came to Rebekka and I complaining about how they wouldn't play any of her music and stuff and I was just like, OK. One, I'm sure if you ASKED they'd be willing to work with you. TWO, keep in mind this is a library full of TEENAGE GIRLS. There will be some Taylor Swift, quite possibly some Disney songs, so just accept that.

And she went off on this rant about how Taylor Swift gives her headaches (which is total BS because you have to be Satan to COMPLETELY hate every aspect of Taylor Swift), and how the other girls were wanting to play some of her non-radio edit music (which means they were willing to work with her to a point) and such. Her pointless complaints and frustration started to grate on me after a while. What was I going to do about it? My philosophy is, if there's a problem, DEAL with it or FIX it.

I got fed up after a while, made some remarks that implied I didn't want an invitation to her pity party, changed the subject and ran off. Apparently I wasn't the only one to get fed up because this other girl Sid, who I thought was realllly good friends with Crazy L told her to shut up, which made Crazy L burst into tears. If I cried every single time someone told me to shut up I'd be able to turn the Grand Canyon into the world's largest salt water swimming hole.

Needless to say Crazy L's performance for the three hours I was there at the lock in made me feel bad for her. I have now sworn to never let my kids be home schooled, deprived of Disney, or so socially inept the littlest things will get them worked up. Poor Crazy L. Almost 18, but still possessing a middle school mindset.

Ah well next year I might not go to the lock in. Maybe I am indeed becoming to old.

New house and such

So my parents actually did it!

This week has been super busy, and since I am indeed moving and whatnot it's prevented me from getting on the computer :/ I logged onto facebook today and saw that I had 54 notifications.....

Tomorrow I'm going to go with my stepmom and start cleaning our house and getting it ready for us to move into by next week. The weekend after that we'll be having a garage sale of all our unwanted goods that aren't moving with us to our new home. FUN FUN.

While I wanted to see Scott Pilgrim vs The World as soon as it came out, my plans will have to wait until my family is comfortably moved into our place. Now I have to start packing. MORE FUN!

And just for clarification, the first fun comment was indeed sarcastic, but the last one was genuine because I am a freak who does indeed take pleasure in packing. It's like a high for kids that have a fetish for packing material.

House Hunting

So right now my parent's are in the midst of picking a new house. I've been meaning to write about it ever since I got back from vacation but I procrastinated. Today I found myself with some free time whilst at my dad's office and thought, what the heck?

I'm really excited about moving, but I hate the process of actually finding and picking a house. There are so many different options and qualifications and whatnot that I equate house hunting to a elegant waltz while barefoot on a bed of broken glass.

And I'm not even the one who has to deal with the papers and money.

Also, school is starting for me on the 23rd, with meet the teacher day on the 19th, so everything's been a little hectic. My parents are hoping to move into a new house before then, but we'll see how things play out.

Burning money in the name of education

It's about that time of year again. I can already see the sweat on my parents' forehead and the cringes they'll make when they see the ominous triple digits glowing on the monitor of the cash register. Then we go shopping for school clothes.

All dried up

School starts for me on the 23rd and I'm supposed to have had my AcaDec Speech done by now, but I'm completely lost on what to do it on.

Usually I have no issue writing a short 3 minute speech but I'm at a loss. I have the opportunity to talk about WHATEVER I want and I can't think of a single thing of interest to blab on about with an equal amount of panache and wit.

I thought about sacrificing a small bird to the gods of creative juices, but I get a bit squeamish when it comes to killing things that aren't computer generated. I blame my inner tortured buddhist/artist/pacifist for my lack of anything to offer up as sacrifice in exchange for inspiration.

If I can't come up with anything between now and the 15th I'll just talk about all the new web and copyright laws that have been swirling about. Now making that stuff interesting and witty will prove to be somewhat of a challenge!

If you don't like shark week you might as well go and live somewhere without air.

And if you don't know what Shark Week is I'd recommend using google, bing, or your best friend's brother to figure it out.

Even though I'm DEATHLY afraid of the suckers I can't help but tune in and watch in awe of their epic carnage. NOM NOM NOM. Humans.

I mean, honestly how can you say no to a face like that?

Librarian chic

My school is one of the few in it's district that hasn't enforced uniforms....yet. Earlier this week they sent out revised dress code notices and boy are they strict.

No hip hugger jeans. All pants must be at the waist.

Shirts meant to be buttoned must be buttoned.

See through layered clothing is no longer allowed.

Along with a plethora of other things concerning hair, leggings, and shoes that I won't go into.

Anyways, since they're cracking down on dress code and are most likely going to switch to uniforms next year I decided to play it safe and just kick my wardrobe into Librarian chic. I'll still have my summer clothes for casual wear just in case, and this way people can keep stereotyping me into the "smart asian" category even though I'm one spot away from being in the top 10%.

Appalling, I know. Usually all asian americans are in the top 10% of their class. BUT I'm straying from the point. A lot of my friends on Facebook have been throwing hissy fits over the matter, and instead of accepting and adapting to the news they've started groups on aforementioned social networking site and threatened to move out of the district.

As if. If I were them I would use this dress code enforcement to rid our school of buttcrack, muffin tops, and the horrible display of boob stretch marks. Oh yeah, and hefty girls wearing jeggings and skinny jeans. No one needs to see that horrifying sight.

In the next few weeks I'll be stocking up on cardigans, quirky t's, semi formal t's, and slacks. I'm seriously contemplating picking up a pair of horn rimmed glasses....

Girlish Catastrophe

An invader the size of Jupiter has appeared on my face over night.

While usually this wouldn't bother me, school's starting up soon which means all my clubs and groups are having meetings soon, and instead of seeing a freshly tanned person they see----- ACNE.

It's made even worse by the fact that I usually have a clear complexion, so whenever I actually do get zits people notice.

And they're not afraid to point out the single giant red spot on my face. Ah what wonderful people I mingle with.

Thank you hormones, and you too high school.

Incentives

A while back my parents were lazy (it's hereditary no doubt) and decided to get take out. I'm not going to lie, I love chinese food; however I always look forward to the fortune cookies. The one that I got that night blew my mind.

"No one would remember the Good Samaritan if he only had good intentions."

And now that I think about it.....

My dreams....

Are spiraling out of control.

I'm noticing that each night they get more and more bizarre--- leaving me in the morning to question why my subconscious has decided to jump off the deep end and into a nebulous realm of somewhat scary nonsense.

It's like an episode of Doctor Who but way more complicated, and sometimes I'm not me.... if that makes any sense.

I'm Back!

I've become so lazy. After having to load and unload luggage almost everyday for the past two weeks I've also developed some nice looking biceps. After being home for a total of two days I can genuinely say that there's no place like home! Everything is where it should be, I have a computer, and more importantly my own room back!---- Not that I didn't mind sharing a hotel room with my grandma, but she snores too much for me to actually get a good night's sleep. Another thing I'm glad about is not having to lug my family's luggage everywhere. When we checked into our hotel in Vegas the bellman counted how many bags we had and there was a shocking 29 (!) bags ranging from large enough to hide a mini pony in-- to backpack sized bags. Needless to say, I'm done with luggage. From now on any of my travel essentials will have to fit inside one duffel bag or else it'll be deemed non-essential.

Like I said at the beginning, I'm lazy (probably from having to be a pack mule for two weeks) so I'll post a few pictures of stuff that I saw/did on the way up to Vegas....

Our first stop was in Amarillo to eat at The Big Texan. It's been a dream of my dad's to eat at this place since as long as I can remember. They've been on TV about a gazillion times for their 72 0z. steak challenge. If you can it that sucker along with a salad, baked potato, and dinner role in under an hour the meal is free.

While we were eating some nice minstrels came by our table and sang us a song about cowboys and heartache.

Two guys from the northeast tried the 72 oz steak challenge..... and failed miserably.

The restaurant itself was one giant saloon decked out in enough taxidermy to populate a mile's worth of prairie.

My parents made us sit in the giant rocking chair. It took five minutes to get my baby brother to sit in my lap and look at the camera---- obviously he didn't feel like smiling. Oooh, and the restaurant gives out complimentary cowboy hats which is secretly why I wanted to eat there. Now I have two cowboy hats.

Randomly we stopped at this shack of a gift shop that was selling petrified wood. Can you believe this chunk of wood/stone is worth over $3000?! I think this was somewhere in either New Mexico or Arizona... the states all blend together after a while.

The gift shop was also selling ostriches. No joke!

I saw a lot of rolling hills, mountains, and rocks while on the road--- all of which I'm unaccustomed to. Living in the Piney Woods of east Texas, the closest thing to a mountain around here is a jungle gym so it was quite the shock seeing mainly dirt and shrubbery.

I'll post more on my trip later.... when I unpack the memory card with all the Vegas pictures on it.... XP

Quickie

I'm making this short and sweet.

I love Las Vegas and have now decided that any roadtrip I make will have to stop here for at least a week if not more.

If you've never been to Vegas, come at least once, and preferably without your grandma.

Google Fremont street light show, then the Bellagio fountain show.

Daniel Tosh is in Las Vegas right now, along with Barry Manilow. It's almost as great as meeting Anderson Cooper.

Hopefully next week I can post something more coherent with pictures.

If all goes as planned....

I'll already be on the road and headed for my first stop on my way to Vegas: Amarillo! Scheduled posts are FTW.

Sometime between now and the 26th I will be stopping in the following places:
-Amarillo
-Boulder City
-Albuquerque
-Flagstaff
-Somewhere in California (my parents have yet to decide)
-Las Vegas
-The Grand Canyon
-Numerous gas stations

My parents stressed that we're not spending a whole lot of time at each spot, except for Vegas (obviously) but I plan on trying to get a souvenir from each spot!

I'm hoping that while I'm on the trip I can still get online, but that's yet to be seen. I'll post pictures as soon as possible! :D

Two More Days!

I'm almost done packing, but I don't really feel like I'm in travel mode yet. Usually by now I'm antsy and ready to GO, but I just feel super chill. In order to prepare for our trip my family and I cleaned the house from top to bottom.

I'm not a fan of cleaning when it comes to scrubbing or handling bleach or chemicals, but I do find it somewhat comforting to rearrange, throw away, and organize. However, I still had to do both :/

Ever since my baby brother was born it's been impossible to keep the house clean for more than five minutes at a time. This is probably why I hate having to scrub stuff clean with chemicals. Also, babies don't like it when you pay more attention to the refrigerator that has spaghetti sauce flung all over it than them. Because of this, things like dusting the top of the refrigerator is near impossible to do.

Did you know that the tops of refrigerators are dust magnets? No? Neither did I. Apparently the last time the top of our refrigerator was cleaned was a little before my baby brother was born. Yeah. That was two years ago.

I'll give you five dollars if you can guess who had to clean the top of the fridge. Just kidding. I'm saving that money for souvenirs, but if you guessed me, pat yourself on the back. I wanted to gag it was so disgusting. Dust was caked on there in this furry mess, and I had to SOAK it in bleach before I could even begin to scrub it off. Blehhhh. But I got it clean. So it's all good.

Now all that's left to do is clean up all the food that's been flung on the carpet since yesterday. Oh yeah, and all the glitter my baby brother spilled on the carpet when I was making my box-o-happy.I was feeling crafty, and while cleaning out my computer area I found the old case that my little sister's iPod came in and decided to recycle it and put it to good use. Also I'm a wanton collector of little animals from those 25cent machines, so I thought what the heck. If anything, it's another thing that I made to clutter my desk space.

Another thing, if grass were glitter I think I'd be more likely to roll around in it.

Belated Art and burn inducing fun

Today I realized that I've been meaning to post a picture of my oil painting since May, but I kept forgetting, but the forgetting ends now!! (please excuse my shoddy camera skills.)

It's the first time I've ever worked with oils, and I really think that it might be my favorite medium! A lot of the kids in my class hated it and didn't even finish their pieces, which is sad considering most of them were painting bowls of fruit or landscapes :/ We were supposed to pick an artist to draw inspiration from, and while originally my artist was Renoir, I ended up being more influenced by Mary Cassatt because she paints a lot of females with babies. I didn't feel too comfortable painting in oils, especially when it came to nailing skin tone, but my art teacher (who is probably the best art teacher ever) really helped guide me along in the right direction. I remember stressing about the accuracy of my painting to the actual real life subjects, but then I remembered, it's art. As far as shadows and form I did a lot of experimenting with color...

Hopefully next school year I'll be able to do more oil paintings. Practice makes perfect right?

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As for my fourth celebration I, like many other Americans that day stuffed my face and squealed over lighting things on fire and watching them blow up.... Except I didn't squeal.

I somehow managed to burn myself multiple times while messing around with the sparklers.... talk about an epic fail of an injury.

Anyways, I had a good time, my family had a good time, I presume my friends did also. How about you fellow stateside bloggers?

The case of almost terrible two's

Oh and for all you folks stateside, Happy 4th! Please be careful not to shoot off any limbs with your fireworks!

Now back to the scheduled programing.

Today, in the wee ungodly hours of the summer morning my dad comes in my room. He's super quiet and whispers that my brother hadn't slept all night. In fact, he was so hyper and awake that my stepmom didn't get an ounce of sleep. My dad's solution? Stick the little devil in bed with me.

It was at this point that I was wondering why my dad even bothered being so quiet this morning. It wasn't like I was going to be getting anymore sleep anyways. Luckily, after a bit of wrestling and a lot of lullabies, my baby brother finally fell asleep at 6:56 am. Unluckily, I noticed that while I as trying to get him to sleep his sippy cup was knocked over and water (don't worry, I double checked) was all over the top half of MY side of the bed.

My head is pounding, and all I can think is SLEEEEP.NOW.NOW.UGH. So I blindly reach for the towel that I forgot to put in the towel hamper last night from my shower, folded it, then placed it on the wet spot on my side of the bed. Of course, now I know doing that was unwise because my towel was still damp from my shower last night..... Oh well it's not like I noticed at the time anyways. I'm lucky my half awake brain even thought to grab something absorbent.

Barely two hours later I feel little hands beating my face and "Izzi, Izzi, Izzi!" being screamed. Maybe he thought I was dead? I have no idea. All I know is, there is no reason whatsoever to beat someone with tiny baby hands. Ever. No. It's not cool.

And I told my brother this repeatedly as I scooped him up and dumped him on my sister's bed. I then retreated under the covers of my own bed, however my plan to just dump him on my sister failed due to the fact that she's notoriously impatient. Only fifteen minutes in and she gives up on trying to put him back to sleep.

So I'm awake now. Holding the little devil known as Steven, about to put him down for his afternoon nap. He's turning two next month. Oh someone help me. He has already learned how to throw fits at grocery stores, and even worse, he lies. A lot. You'd think almost two year olds wouldn't know how to lie, but they do. They lie when they get into your stuff, or when they eat all the candy that was supposed to be too high for them to reach, and sometimes they lie for no reason whatsoever. And the worst of all lies, he tattles on people when nothing happened. It does not make things fun when we have people over and he accuses us of ridiculous things.

All I can think is to be patient. In a matter of two years I'll be out of the house. In college. Where no babies will be slapping me in the face with their tiny baby hands trying to wake me up.

More Things On My Already Full Buffet Plate.

Now, if I were to write an indie album that only a few hundred people would listen too, that would be the title....

Today while working my Friday shift at the library the supervisor was chit chatting it up with me and my friend Bekka when we were reminded of the fact that we still had to design the t-shirts for the annual end of summer lock in for the teens.

Yeah.... We probably should have had some sketches ready by now, but oh well. I'm going to probably spend the next few days working on it.

In the next few days I'm going to have to clean out the family cars. There are so many water bottles on the floor boards it's crazy. My family is very grab and go, in and out, and whatnot PLUS we're notorious procrastinators, so cleaning the car keeps getting pushed back, and back, and back until somebody (usually me) is forced to do something about it.

It's really not too bad, I mean it's mainly random bits of paper and empty water bottles, and at least I'm not doing a deep clean. Especially in my dad's car. Folks, don't smoke cigars, and if you do, don't do it in your car. They will ruin the interior of your car faster than you can say "permanent smoke damage".

Ugh. Not to mention July 4th. There's going to be some douch-bagger....I mean tea-bagger.... SORRY AGAIN, I mean tea-party rally going on at the same time, so it's sure to put me in a good mood.

If only they realized that the founding fathers that they idolized so much were LIBERALS, and all the ideals that the founding fathers fought so hard for are pretty much the exact opposite that the tea party-ers believe in......

Eh oh well. It's another excuse for me to gorge myself on BBQ while shooting off some Roman Candles.

Aaaaaaannnnd I still have yet to do anymore of my summer AP Art assignments... It's times like these that I wish the hours of summer didn't evaporate like water on a hot day.

The good keeps coming.

I got lucky three times today, and I feel awesome. Maybe it's because of good karma (karma cards anyone?) or maybe it's because I refuse for anything to get me down, even my fail of a bra fitting.


Today my stepmom finally dragged me out of the house so I could go get fitted for a bra, and it wasn't half as bad as I thought it was going to be.


The lady who fitted me was very nice, and even though what I was afraid of was true, I figure hey, at least I'll never have to get a boob job. According to her measurements I'm 32 inches around the ribcage, and my cup size is indeed DD. Also, as if that wasn't horrific enough for me she said that in 6 months to a year I should expect to be a DDD because that's what usually happens to girls my age that are already DD's.


Sadly, the store didn't carry 32DD's but they were able to special order them so in about 4-6 days I'll have 4 brand new 32DD's coming in the mail. I like getting things in the mail, even if they are embarrassingly large bras.

In order to prepare for the trip to Las Vegas my stepmom and I went to Wal*Mat to do a little shopping. They were doing a lot of rearranging and remodeling and because of this they put a lot of things on clearance so they could go ahead and get rid of old merchandise so they could have more space to do stuff.

While perusing the clearance section I found a Cadet Chekov action figure for $5! Of course I snatched it up. Now that I have both Spock and Chekov, I only need the other five to have a complete collection XD

Buuuuut I'll probably take my time building my Star Trek collection.....

Then, when checking out I managed to score Toy Story 3 silly bandz, AND I ran into my friend Sarah Miles, who is about to leave for college! I really have to make it a goal to go to more stores because I seem to be running into a lot of old friends in them!!

Oh lucky day!

Today started off grand. I woke up around 9ish, got dressed, at some donuts for breakfast, babysat a little, then departed from the house to run some errands.

First my stepmom went to the bank, then we went to my dad's office, and then before I knew it I was going to my shift at the library.

When I arrived I realized that it was one of the librarian's birthday so there was an abundance of free cake!!

Another blessing came when I realized that most of the books that needed to be shelved went in the same section! Score!

Then close to the end of my four hour shift I got to make a sock kitty, which is very much like a sock monkey, but a kitty.... ya know?

After the library my sister wanted to go to TJ Maxx, and while there I ran into a long lost friend who was home from college!! She was like my big sister my freshman year of art class, and I felt so happy hearing that she was doing so well in college. She told me that right now she was working on her summer sewing assignments (she's a design major at Baylor) and just chilling at home.

Then, not ten minutes after I ran into her I ran into my friend Bekka! What a day!

So far everything's been going great. I'm hoping that tomorrow will be just as grand. Being happy is awesome.

Oh yeah, I forgot, I finally got my piano trophys back from my mom's house! Now all I need is a case for all of them :D

It's raining, and I'm finding myself without time.

Usually around this time of summer I find myself with nothing to do, however it seems that I'm all booked up for once.

Wednesday I had the intention to hang out with my friend Bekka and go thrifting, but it seems that my parents have yet again made plans. In fact, right before I was going to ask my parents about doing this my step mom tells me that we're going to Dallas.

Not that I'm complaining. I love Dallas, and I would be crazy to pass up eating at Babes (their fried chicken is to die for!!), but I wish I could have had the opportunity to hang out with Bekka. Oh well, our thrifting will probably have to wait another day.

In other news, it's raining like crazy in my town. It gives a whole new definition to summer showers. Also, not to be a kill joy, but the rain is making the weeds and grass everywhere grow 5X as fast as it normally does.....if only it made my hair grow that fast.

Another thing, I don't have rain boots, and I have an affinity for the sandals I bought so I'm always having wet, or damp feet :/ No me gusta. A simple solution would be to buy some rain boots, but I'm too darn busy to do so!! Maybe I'll find a nifty pair of Morton-salt-girl yellow rain boots when I go thrifting. Or perhaps a cool journal. I'm in the market for one of those too. And a hat box. The list goes on.

Oh yeah, more good news! I've just finished typing my 5th review for the summer reading club, which means only three more books to go! I'm currently working on 2 books right now, but they're going kind of slow. I'm too lazy to go and exchange them, and too stubborn to actually out put the effort and find more interesting books to read so I'll just bare through it. Or play DDR, which is what I seem to be doing more often when I find myself with free time at home!

Eeek!! There's a lot of thundering going on right now, and I don't want my electricity to go out before I publish so I'm going to go ahead and stop rambling...