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?