When I came home yesterday from the Orch. Dork concert, it was soooo late that I didn't have time to post a blog. I apologize for that. But here are a few facts about the concert
1. My feet hurt badly.
2. My parents sat in the front row and it was embarassing...
3. We rocked itt! :)
So, guess that summarizes that.
This morning went smoothly I guess. By the afternoon though, I guess people had left over energy from last night. My besties mobbed me for a note someone had given me. No more information about that though.
In Orchestra, we got to see the video of our concert. We kept rewinding the parts where people screwed up and we laughed hysterically. We didn't even have to play our instruments today which could be a good thing for some people. We were like crazy maniacs. My friend and I got in a bitchslap fight for absolutely no reason at all and my skin stung for a while.
In P.E, one of my least favorite subjects, we played field hockey and somewhere along the way, I popped a blister. Remember how I mentioned the bitchslap? Well, people ended up thinking that she had done that to me and so my friend and I are kinda keeping a distance. I don't hold grudges because I think it's pointless.
Well, more later.
xoxo.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I Don't Claim to be an Artist
Hey everyone! The pictures you see above have been all done by me. I have a sort of fantasy-type thing that I stick with. I don't have much inspiration except for maybe Allison Harvard. I know that they are kind of crappy but I like 'em. They didn't take that long and they started as doodles so I didn't expect much anyway. Well, hopefully, one day I'd get better and I can post a blog like this with pride. Well, comment if you like. Oh god, I can imagine the criticisms already. I don't claim to be an artist, remember that. :)
xoxo.
Lectures and Angry Mothers.
This month was pretty boring and I'm so sorry for not posting more often, but hey, who reads my blogs? Right? Anyway, today was an awfully busy day and I'm glad I finally have things to blog about because the past two weeks were unbloggable.
It was about six-thirty in the morning and I was still curled up in bed. I quickly woke up, ran down the ladder and erased my white-board that I had written a big 2 on. I changed it to one. It was for a countdown to my Orchestra concert, which is tomorrow, well more on that later, lemme begin.
I went to school and everything was going pretty good. I fixed my crappy drawing in art, I got an A on my latest test and I got a B+ for the subject I was failing before:Science.
As I said, the orchestra concert is tomorrow. We rehearsed onstage so we know what to do but then no one stayed in tune or counted the beats. We got yelled at by our orchestra teacher and we were excused. I don't wanna brag or anything but I have been playing the violin since i was three so I'm not nervous for the concert. I know that all my solos are gonna go perfectly smooth and I will not get offbeat. What I'm afraid of is the whole grade embarassing our music teacher because he gets enough crap from us already.
After orchestra, we have P.E. Orch. Dorks were late because of our little lecture. Me and my friend Cuyler, (pernounced KY-LER) were by these railings and we were pushing it foward. It was all wobbly and it was just about to break when the teacher caught us. it's not like we were trying to do something bad. So we got a lecture from her. After that, we ran off laughing like maniacs. Just a question but have you ever got in trouble and wanted to laugh when you weren't supposed to? It happens to me all the time.
Finally, school was over and we were waiting by the sidewalk for our parents to pick us up. I know, we're lazy-asses. Well, this boy Pono that was in a grade above us walked by. My friend, joshua yelled, "Hey Porno!" over and over and over again. Like I said, we were all waiting for our parents were there and Pono's mom was unfortunately right there in the car that was right in front of us. Here's the good part...she came out. She walked toward us with this angry look and said, "Don't make fun of my son's name, his name is PONO...P-O-N-O, it's a Hawaiian name!!!!" It was funny as hell but poor Joshua got reported to the office, tsk, tsk.
xoxo
It was about six-thirty in the morning and I was still curled up in bed. I quickly woke up, ran down the ladder and erased my white-board that I had written a big 2 on. I changed it to one. It was for a countdown to my Orchestra concert, which is tomorrow, well more on that later, lemme begin.
I went to school and everything was going pretty good. I fixed my crappy drawing in art, I got an A on my latest test and I got a B+ for the subject I was failing before:Science.
As I said, the orchestra concert is tomorrow. We rehearsed onstage so we know what to do but then no one stayed in tune or counted the beats. We got yelled at by our orchestra teacher and we were excused. I don't wanna brag or anything but I have been playing the violin since i was three so I'm not nervous for the concert. I know that all my solos are gonna go perfectly smooth and I will not get offbeat. What I'm afraid of is the whole grade embarassing our music teacher because he gets enough crap from us already.
After orchestra, we have P.E. Orch. Dorks were late because of our little lecture. Me and my friend Cuyler, (pernounced KY-LER) were by these railings and we were pushing it foward. It was all wobbly and it was just about to break when the teacher caught us. it's not like we were trying to do something bad. So we got a lecture from her. After that, we ran off laughing like maniacs. Just a question but have you ever got in trouble and wanted to laugh when you weren't supposed to? It happens to me all the time.
Finally, school was over and we were waiting by the sidewalk for our parents to pick us up. I know, we're lazy-asses. Well, this boy Pono that was in a grade above us walked by. My friend, joshua yelled, "Hey Porno!" over and over and over again. Like I said, we were all waiting for our parents were there and Pono's mom was unfortunately right there in the car that was right in front of us. Here's the good part...she came out. She walked toward us with this angry look and said, "Don't make fun of my son's name, his name is PONO...P-O-N-O, it's a Hawaiian name!!!!" It was funny as hell but poor Joshua got reported to the office, tsk, tsk.
xoxo
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Epic Fail.
In school, we're doing this tape project for English. Basically what we're supposed to do is record sounds of various noises around your household and you need to get at least ten. We record our intro, then we do each recording three times in a row with pauses in between. Later, we finish it all off with a conclusion. Now I don't know what any of this has to do with English but what I do know is that i would procrastinate BIG TIME which is probably why I chose to work with a partner. This way, I have someone that will push me to do work and I'lll get things done on time for once.
Today, I went to my partner's house to record our sounds. We had done eight and we went to her older brother's volleyball game. But while we were there, there must have been a slip of a finger or something because it started recording and we didn't even realize it. Which brings me to the conclusion that I have to go to her house this Easter to finish it. EPIC FAIL.
I came home and I got two Gossip Girl books which is my guilty pleasure. But they didn't have the continuation of the last book so I had to skip that and buy the next two. Now, I am contemplating whether or not I should just read ahead and skip the book or wait until the bookstore gets the skipped book. Ah, decisions...isn't my life so interesting? :)
I currently have the song "eBay" by Weird Al Yankovic stuck in my head, such a catchy tune.....
But seriously, they have everything on eBay. There are even views for your youtube videos or subscribers for your youtube channel on there. I mean, desperate much? I wonder if any of the youtube partners actually did that....hmmm.....things to wonder...
Ohhhkayyyy, so I officially have nothing to talk about. I dunno, are my days just getting boringer (not a word) or am I just getting less creative?
xoxo.
Today, I went to my partner's house to record our sounds. We had done eight and we went to her older brother's volleyball game. But while we were there, there must have been a slip of a finger or something because it started recording and we didn't even realize it. Which brings me to the conclusion that I have to go to her house this Easter to finish it. EPIC FAIL.
I came home and I got two Gossip Girl books which is my guilty pleasure. But they didn't have the continuation of the last book so I had to skip that and buy the next two. Now, I am contemplating whether or not I should just read ahead and skip the book or wait until the bookstore gets the skipped book. Ah, decisions...isn't my life so interesting? :)
I currently have the song "eBay" by Weird Al Yankovic stuck in my head, such a catchy tune.....
But seriously, they have everything on eBay. There are even views for your youtube videos or subscribers for your youtube channel on there. I mean, desperate much? I wonder if any of the youtube partners actually did that....hmmm.....things to wonder...
Ohhhkayyyy, so I officially have nothing to talk about. I dunno, are my days just getting boringer (not a word) or am I just getting less creative?
xoxo.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Not Worth Reading.
Yawn. I stretched my thin arms and I hit the ceiling. Geez mom, thanks for getting me that bunk bed. I stumbled down the ladder and opened the door. Squeak. I padded down the hallway and splashed water on my face and looked in the mirror. Fatso. I got changed into short shorts and a scarlet Guess tee. I went to school. Took a two hour long test. Wasted my day.
Today was such a boring, waste of time. I don't necessarily think that school itself is boring. It's just Mondays make me want to puke. Hopefully, tomorrow, I would actually have something to talk about.
xoxo.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
My Productive Sunday.
Sunday, April the fifth: currently 4:08 pm.On Sundays I usually lie around the house and boredom fills my tiny little head. Today I considered finishing my homework countless times but thought against it when i thought about all the hard questions that awaited me. So right now, it is crinkled up in the bottom of my black messenger bag.
Instead of doing my homework like a good girl, I went to the park and became a photo whore. I jumped around and my mother took pictures of me. The one at the top was outside of the basketball court and if you don't already know, it's taken in midair. I love how the grass is so green and my converse look super-bright. The mood is so bouncy, carefree and cheery. Which is ironic because that wasn't how i felt when this picture was taken. For a person that hates homework, I spend a good amount of time worrying about it or how the teacher would get pissed. Oh, God, I'm thinking about it now.....
I'm getting paranoid!
xoxo
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Dimensions.
This was a spontaneous, on the spot kind of thing and I don't know if it tuned out as good as I thought it would. Writing isn't one of my strengths so I'm working hard at that. This is a rough draft and when I wrote it, I thought nothing of it. I guess I start out a story with a picture in my head, which is just how I start out a painting, sketch or a drawing. Here it is:
It was a rainy, muddy day. The sun was hidden behind the clouds and the clouds were a deep shade of gray. The weather set off the right mood for a Monday morning. I could feel the mud on the soles of my black Converse sneakers. They sunk in every time I stepped in a puddle of mud. I tried to avoid the mud and stepped onto grass instead. It looked as if I was hopping from stone to stone.
I was on my way to first period; English. I was especially taking my time today because I did not complete my homework and I was notorious for that. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my friends Cuyler and Griffin.
“Hey!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “You guys, come over here!” I frantically waved them over with one hand; the hand that wasn’t carrying my schoolbag.
The three rushed over. “What’s up?” Cuyler asked, smiling. His teeth were extremely white and perfectly straight. Then he paused and saw the look on my face. “Lemme guess, you forgot your homework!”
“Yes, can someone please let me copy their work?” I asked frantically. The rain felt cold against my bare skin. I guess it wasn’t such a great idea to wear a short-sleeved shirt on this day. “Hurry up!” I added.
Griffin handed me a white sheet of folder paper with his tiny, neat handwriting on it. This would take me forever! I groaned and threw up my hands in frustration. As I did this, there was a large gust of wind and the thin paper flew right out of my hand.
“Noooo!” Griffin wailed. I worked so hard on that last night!”
Cuyler ran after the paper. Griffin and I followed close behind. But we knew it was no use. The paper could be on the other side of school by now. We stood there panting. We didn’t say a word; we already knew we were in deep trouble. Griffin’s paper was gone and we were all soaking wet. Our socks were also brown because of the mud.
Cuyler sighed. “Well, I guess that’s it, we better get to class.” He looked horrible. His usually wavy hair was wet and stringy. His orange Family Guy shirt was as wet as a dishwashing rag.
“Wait a minute!” Cuyler exclaimed. “What’s that?” He was pointing to a basket with a red, plaid cloth over it. He rushed over and took the cloth of carelessly. Inside were twelve, red apples.
We each shrugged and took one. We walked to class in the pouring rain, not bothering to rush because we were already soaked. I quickly put the apple in my bag and walked into class. Oh no, the teacher was collecting homework!
She walked over, her black high-heeled shoes clicking with every step. The teacher blocked me by standing in the doorway. She held out her hand, which meant she needed my homework. I gave her a weak smile, dug around in my school bag and put a bright, shiny apple in her outstretched hand.
There are lots of dimensions in this story. Only I, the author understand this because this is based on what goes on in my life. This has absolutely nothing to do with school, missing homework or apples. Instead, each item and person represents something. First off, the weather. It represents a bad day. Such as when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Secondly, the people. These people, Cuyler and Griffin are parts of my brain. I gave Cuyler the role of the mussed-up, artistic part of my mind whereas Griffin is the neat, organized part of my mind. (They are real people but they don't nessecarily act like this.) They make such a great mix and they make up one thing, how I think. Next is the missing homework, this represents all the people that had caused trouble in my life and had left me hanging. The apples represent the exact opposite, my besties. They try to help me through on rainy days. The teacher is basically the people that think they know me but do not. She only knows one side of me which is an irresponsible, unorganized person but in reality, i am so much more. I hope that made sense to you and if you read the story over again thinking of the things that represent the parts of my life, you would surely understand it. I hope you liked it. :)
xoxo
It was a rainy, muddy day. The sun was hidden behind the clouds and the clouds were a deep shade of gray. The weather set off the right mood for a Monday morning. I could feel the mud on the soles of my black Converse sneakers. They sunk in every time I stepped in a puddle of mud. I tried to avoid the mud and stepped onto grass instead. It looked as if I was hopping from stone to stone.
I was on my way to first period; English. I was especially taking my time today because I did not complete my homework and I was notorious for that. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my friends Cuyler and Griffin.
“Hey!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “You guys, come over here!” I frantically waved them over with one hand; the hand that wasn’t carrying my schoolbag.
The three rushed over. “What’s up?” Cuyler asked, smiling. His teeth were extremely white and perfectly straight. Then he paused and saw the look on my face. “Lemme guess, you forgot your homework!”
“Yes, can someone please let me copy their work?” I asked frantically. The rain felt cold against my bare skin. I guess it wasn’t such a great idea to wear a short-sleeved shirt on this day. “Hurry up!” I added.
Griffin handed me a white sheet of folder paper with his tiny, neat handwriting on it. This would take me forever! I groaned and threw up my hands in frustration. As I did this, there was a large gust of wind and the thin paper flew right out of my hand.
“Noooo!” Griffin wailed. I worked so hard on that last night!”
Cuyler ran after the paper. Griffin and I followed close behind. But we knew it was no use. The paper could be on the other side of school by now. We stood there panting. We didn’t say a word; we already knew we were in deep trouble. Griffin’s paper was gone and we were all soaking wet. Our socks were also brown because of the mud.
Cuyler sighed. “Well, I guess that’s it, we better get to class.” He looked horrible. His usually wavy hair was wet and stringy. His orange Family Guy shirt was as wet as a dishwashing rag.
“Wait a minute!” Cuyler exclaimed. “What’s that?” He was pointing to a basket with a red, plaid cloth over it. He rushed over and took the cloth of carelessly. Inside were twelve, red apples.
We each shrugged and took one. We walked to class in the pouring rain, not bothering to rush because we were already soaked. I quickly put the apple in my bag and walked into class. Oh no, the teacher was collecting homework!
She walked over, her black high-heeled shoes clicking with every step. The teacher blocked me by standing in the doorway. She held out her hand, which meant she needed my homework. I gave her a weak smile, dug around in my school bag and put a bright, shiny apple in her outstretched hand.
There are lots of dimensions in this story. Only I, the author understand this because this is based on what goes on in my life. This has absolutely nothing to do with school, missing homework or apples. Instead, each item and person represents something. First off, the weather. It represents a bad day. Such as when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Secondly, the people. These people, Cuyler and Griffin are parts of my brain. I gave Cuyler the role of the mussed-up, artistic part of my mind whereas Griffin is the neat, organized part of my mind. (They are real people but they don't nessecarily act like this.) They make such a great mix and they make up one thing, how I think. Next is the missing homework, this represents all the people that had caused trouble in my life and had left me hanging. The apples represent the exact opposite, my besties. They try to help me through on rainy days. The teacher is basically the people that think they know me but do not. She only knows one side of me which is an irresponsible, unorganized person but in reality, i am so much more. I hope that made sense to you and if you read the story over again thinking of the things that represent the parts of my life, you would surely understand it. I hope you liked it. :)
xoxo
Sissy Fight.
On Fridays I stay at school later than usual. It's like taking a break from tons of homework, mean teachers and bitchy people. I go and eat ice cream a few blocks away with a few of my besties. Well, on this certain Friday, we got our ice cream (tarts are my absolute favorite) and then we went back to school to wait for our parents.
We sat by these metal poles that overlook a huge, grassy field/hill where we play sports. We were just chatting and having fun when this guy walked by. Now, my friends aren't usually ones to cause trouble and they're overall nice people. I don't know what came over them that day because here's what happened:
"FAGGOT!" one of my friends yelled to the guy.
We knew this guy from elementary and he's known for his short fuse.
He lunged at my friend and my friend fell off the pole and tumbled down. They looked like they were just about to fight. The rest of my friends and I just stared because it's not everyday you see an elementary kid and a middle schooler fighting.....
So they improvised for a little while and didn't really do anything. They were lunging at each other and not to offend them, but even I could do better. They kept on punching each other, missing, then kicking each other. It just went by so fast and eventually the elementary kid backed off because if the fight turned serious, he would surely get beat up.
That reminded me of the "Krusty Battles" episode in SpongeBob SquarePants. This wasn't my usual relaxation time but all the same, it was very entertaining.
xoxo.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
My Apologies.
"Are you going out with him?"
"Are you actually hanging out with them?"
"Why did you ditch us?"
"Did I just see you talk to him?"
These are some questions I get asked everyday at school. It gets rather annoying but the truth is, I don't give a crap what you say or do to me. Just don't bring anyone else into your own fucking problems. Dodge everything that gets thrown you way. Walk away from you past experiences.
That's really easy to type. It's not easy to do. Everyone interprets the world differently. Everyone thinks differently and everyone lives differently. There is every story behind a picture and the picture is you. Paint it however you want but no matter how hard you try, everyone will still look at it differently...look at you differently.
I know I'm lame for realizing that now and I'm sorry.
I was trying to please people so badly and I failed. As always. It's just I'm sorry but I can't be the person you want me to be. To my ex-best friends: I would never hate you no matter how many times I've said it. I just think that like I said before, you guys see everything differently from how I see it. 2. To my ex-boyfriend: We are similar in many ways and that's what's bad. We don't harmonize. I really did like you and I still do, just not in the way I used to. You can keep calling me a bitch or whatever but even you know that what you've been saying about me for the
past month or two isn't true. 3. To all my friends: I'm such a bitch and I can't believe you put up with me, which is a good thing. I should rightfully apologize for my stupidness.
Some people would probably read this and laugh. Some people probably won't know what the hell I'm saying. And I'm just going to accept that. This blog might be pointless. Like I said, people interpret things differently. I accept that.
xoxo
"Are you actually hanging out with them?"
"Why did you ditch us?"
"Did I just see you talk to him?"
These are some questions I get asked everyday at school. It gets rather annoying but the truth is, I don't give a crap what you say or do to me. Just don't bring anyone else into your own fucking problems. Dodge everything that gets thrown you way. Walk away from you past experiences.
That's really easy to type. It's not easy to do. Everyone interprets the world differently. Everyone thinks differently and everyone lives differently. There is every story behind a picture and the picture is you. Paint it however you want but no matter how hard you try, everyone will still look at it differently...look at you differently.
I know I'm lame for realizing that now and I'm sorry.
I was trying to please people so badly and I failed. As always. It's just I'm sorry but I can't be the person you want me to be. To my ex-best friends: I would never hate you no matter how many times I've said it. I just think that like I said before, you guys see everything differently from how I see it. 2. To my ex-boyfriend: We are similar in many ways and that's what's bad. We don't harmonize. I really did like you and I still do, just not in the way I used to. You can keep calling me a bitch or whatever but even you know that what you've been saying about me for the
past month or two isn't true. 3. To all my friends: I'm such a bitch and I can't believe you put up with me, which is a good thing. I should rightfully apologize for my stupidness.
Some people would probably read this and laugh. Some people probably won't know what the hell I'm saying. And I'm just going to accept that. This blog might be pointless. Like I said, people interpret things differently. I accept that.
xoxo
Rock Bottom.
Today was quite a remarkable day. It had highs and lows...then it hit rock bottom. This morning, when I woke up, I already knew something was going to go totally wrong. I don't know how i knew it but i just did.
Remember how I said I overthink everything? Yeah, well I guess I overthought the essay contest because I lost to my friend. Now, that didn't really bother me, after all, I didn't even think I was gonna win but losing isn't such a good feeling either. That started my day off on a terrible note.
Have you ever lied to impress someone or to seem cooler? Yeah, well, just yesterday, when I was talking to my friend on the phone, I said something I shouldn't have said. It was about another person and today, she had told him. It was all a big fat lie and I totally fucked up. This resulted in misunderstandings, anger, and then chaos.
Wait...that's not all. To top evey fucking thing off, I got a C+ as my teacher's assistant grade. (I know, it sounds totally stupid.) But anyways, that's not what made me mad. You start out with an A and then you go down 1/2 a grade for every fucking mistake. The students have to choose what you did wrong. Remember how I mentioned bitches before? (I really shouldn't put this online.) Well, one of 'em said that I was awkward and the my eyes were really big for part of the time. What ticks me off is she used to be my friend. And i'm not saying you can't criticize me. (I'm the most insultable person on the face of earth) I'm just saying that I have eyes on my fucking face and it's not gonna go anywhere and run off so what the fuck am I supposed to do?
I just scrolled up to see what I wrote. It said there were highs and lows. I was wrong. I think when I woke up, I was already in rock bottom.
xoxo
Remember how I said I overthink everything? Yeah, well I guess I overthought the essay contest because I lost to my friend. Now, that didn't really bother me, after all, I didn't even think I was gonna win but losing isn't such a good feeling either. That started my day off on a terrible note.
Have you ever lied to impress someone or to seem cooler? Yeah, well, just yesterday, when I was talking to my friend on the phone, I said something I shouldn't have said. It was about another person and today, she had told him. It was all a big fat lie and I totally fucked up. This resulted in misunderstandings, anger, and then chaos.
Wait...that's not all. To top evey fucking thing off, I got a C+ as my teacher's assistant grade. (I know, it sounds totally stupid.) But anyways, that's not what made me mad. You start out with an A and then you go down 1/2 a grade for every fucking mistake. The students have to choose what you did wrong. Remember how I mentioned bitches before? (I really shouldn't put this online.) Well, one of 'em said that I was awkward and the my eyes were really big for part of the time. What ticks me off is she used to be my friend. And i'm not saying you can't criticize me. (I'm the most insultable person on the face of earth) I'm just saying that I have eyes on my fucking face and it's not gonna go anywhere and run off so what the fuck am I supposed to do?
I just scrolled up to see what I wrote. It said there were highs and lows. I was wrong. I think when I woke up, I was already in rock bottom.
xoxo
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Cos I'm Dumb Like That.
School was a blur. Usually when I'm out and about at school, I totally make a mental note when something interesting happens: I am so putting this in my blog. As dorky or pathetic it may seem, I'm just like that.
Probably the thing that I remember most is fourth period, Social Studies. We were supposed to be reading and so we opened our textbooks to the correct page and started to read. We're learning about Polynesians and so there was a bunch of pictures of Hawaiian legends in it. Me and my bestie started to point out funny things in the book and giggled. For some reason, there was one that made me hysterical. Now that I think of it, it wasn't even funny. But anyway, it was dead silent and I just started laughing uncontrollably. Of course, everyone stared and I kinda got in trouble. Well, cos I'm dumb like that.
Well, I guess there's nothing much to say today....baii!
xoxo
Probably the thing that I remember most is fourth period, Social Studies. We were supposed to be reading and so we opened our textbooks to the correct page and started to read. We're learning about Polynesians and so there was a bunch of pictures of Hawaiian legends in it. Me and my bestie started to point out funny things in the book and giggled. For some reason, there was one that made me hysterical. Now that I think of it, it wasn't even funny. But anyway, it was dead silent and I just started laughing uncontrollably. Of course, everyone stared and I kinda got in trouble. Well, cos I'm dumb like that.
Well, I guess there's nothing much to say today....baii!
xoxo
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
The Pessimist Says....
The thing that totally gets me motivated in school is knowing that I'd be the best. Now, I'm not saying I'm great at everything but i can do pretty darn well if I try. Art is one of my best subjects and today I totally fucked up my drawing. I'm the type of person that would give up if I fail one little thing. I know that sounds totally vain and it makes me seem like a loser but in a way, I guess I am.
Which explains five minutes ago. I totally know I shouldn't put this in a public blog but I doubt that someone that actually knows me is reading this. Ok, so I was on gmail as usual and this person....let's call him....J. J told me some pretty intense things and I kinda freak out when I'm put on the spot. In this situation, it wasn't a good thing to analyze everything. I can totally be free with my friends. But, this wasn't the case. I totally stuttered (if that's even possible online) and I panicked and I just left him hanging there. My stupid little concience got the best of me. Ugh, I bet J's waiting for me at this very moment. Which makes me seem like a bitch. (I can totally be one if I try)
But some people obviously has bitch in them since the very day they were born. My friends/exes are a few. shhh, tell no one. But let's just put it this way. Today was a crappy, overthought (is that a word?) and bitch-filled day.
I'm a bitch but you know I'm your favorite ;-)
xoxo
Which explains five minutes ago. I totally know I shouldn't put this in a public blog but I doubt that someone that actually knows me is reading this. Ok, so I was on gmail as usual and this person....let's call him....J. J told me some pretty intense things and I kinda freak out when I'm put on the spot. In this situation, it wasn't a good thing to analyze everything. I can totally be free with my friends. But, this wasn't the case. I totally stuttered (if that's even possible online) and I panicked and I just left him hanging there. My stupid little concience got the best of me. Ugh, I bet J's waiting for me at this very moment. Which makes me seem like a bitch. (I can totally be one if I try)
But some people obviously has bitch in them since the very day they were born. My friends/exes are a few. shhh, tell no one. But let's just put it this way. Today was a crappy, overthought (is that a word?) and bitch-filled day.
I'm a bitch but you know I'm your favorite ;-)
xoxo
Monday, March 30, 2009
Fuck 'em.
Woke up and updated my twitter. Really didn't wanna go to school. Stuffed everything in my schoolbag and rushed to school. Turned my iPod real high and tried to sleep in the car. Reached destination. Had the weird feeling that I had forgotten something important.
I was greeted by my besties. Traded answers on homework. Shit. Now i remembered what I forgotten. I had forgotten to write my essay. Who cares? Fuck 'em. Who the hell cares? It was an essay for P.E. Why the hell should I care whether or not I excercised or not? I can be fat if I wanna. Okay, I'll admit, I was sorta pissed at the school for only letting us have a week of Spring Break.
During lunch, played truth-or-dare. It was hilars. Also tried my best to finish P.E. homework. Got about 1/8 done. Swore.
Got in trouble during P.E. for talking. Everyone got to run laps. Lucky us. Played truth-or-dare. Got in trouble again. Played basketball. Got in trouble again cos they found out I didn't finish homework. Fuck 'em.
xoxo
I was greeted by my besties. Traded answers on homework. Shit. Now i remembered what I forgotten. I had forgotten to write my essay. Who cares? Fuck 'em. Who the hell cares? It was an essay for P.E. Why the hell should I care whether or not I excercised or not? I can be fat if I wanna. Okay, I'll admit, I was sorta pissed at the school for only letting us have a week of Spring Break.
During lunch, played truth-or-dare. It was hilars. Also tried my best to finish P.E. homework. Got about 1/8 done. Swore.
Got in trouble during P.E. for talking. Everyone got to run laps. Lucky us. Played truth-or-dare. Got in trouble again. Played basketball. Got in trouble again cos they found out I didn't finish homework. Fuck 'em.
xoxo
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Click.
I've always seen professional cameras and I've always wanted to take pictures with them. I love the sound it makes with every picture taken.
Well, this afternoon at around 12:00, I was looking for a cassette tape for English and i stumbled upon a professional camera instead. It was really old and I didn't even know if it would work so I aimed it at my pet mouse and took a picture. There was a soft click and I looked at the picture. I took dozens more and it was really fun until the freaking batteries ran out.
The shot at the top was actually the first one. It was when I had tried to see if it would work.
Now, i'm not saying I'm a freaking photographer or anything but I personally like that picture. i like how the background is fuzzy so it focuses on the main object. I like how i caught it in action.
As I write, the batteries for the camera is charging. I think I got myself a new hobby.
xoxo
My Pathetic Spring Break.
Woke up. Stumbled down ladder. Yawned. Read. Looked at calendar. Panicked. Started homework. Called my bestie for help. Finished homework. Went online.
Pissed that it was the last day of Spring Break. Swore. Got scolded. Remembered my Spring Break...
For the past week, (yes, we only have one week of spring break) I spent alott of time text messaging. I also spent alott of time watching movies on youtube or movies that i already owned on DVD. Also got a blogspot and twitter. Edited my MySpace profile. Now that I think about it, I haven't really done anything that productive. Basically, the best part of my Spring Break was watching youtube videos and rewinding it to the funny parts. My mom had yelled at me for that.
I like breaks from school in a way but I hate it in a way. Some people come back from breaks all chirpy and jolly while others come back pissed and tired. I'm the type that comes back pissed and tired. I absolutely hate it when I get back from breaks because I don't think properly and I get scolded for the littlest things.
Teachers on the other hand seems like they come back stricter than ever which is ironic to me because it's like teachers go to boot camp to straighten out. IDK, that's how my teacher is....
After Winter Break last year, the teacher even made a new rule because of me which I sincerely apologize for. It was reading day and i fell asleep as always but I guess i wasn't being realistic enough. Damn, i should have turned the pages of myt book in my sleep. But she caught me and made a new rule that if we sleep in class, we get sent down to the office.
Hooray.
xoxo
Pissed that it was the last day of Spring Break. Swore. Got scolded. Remembered my Spring Break...
For the past week, (yes, we only have one week of spring break) I spent alott of time text messaging. I also spent alott of time watching movies on youtube or movies that i already owned on DVD. Also got a blogspot and twitter. Edited my MySpace profile. Now that I think about it, I haven't really done anything that productive. Basically, the best part of my Spring Break was watching youtube videos and rewinding it to the funny parts. My mom had yelled at me for that.
I like breaks from school in a way but I hate it in a way. Some people come back from breaks all chirpy and jolly while others come back pissed and tired. I'm the type that comes back pissed and tired. I absolutely hate it when I get back from breaks because I don't think properly and I get scolded for the littlest things.
Teachers on the other hand seems like they come back stricter than ever which is ironic to me because it's like teachers go to boot camp to straighten out. IDK, that's how my teacher is....
After Winter Break last year, the teacher even made a new rule because of me which I sincerely apologize for. It was reading day and i fell asleep as always but I guess i wasn't being realistic enough. Damn, i should have turned the pages of myt book in my sleep. But she caught me and made a new rule that if we sleep in class, we get sent down to the office.
Hooray.
xoxo
Saturday, March 28, 2009
The View From Saturday.
Hey everyone! It's Saturday, March 28, 2009...currently 2:43 pm. Just got back from violin lesson and I'm listening to Lady GaGa's Starstruck as I write this. The post name is The View From Saturday which is actually a really great book. And...I couldn't bother to come up with anything creative. So, this morning, it hit me...like.....that bus in Mean Girls. (I'm bad at making up synonyms :-P) It's almost the end of Spring Break... A little voice (or big) screamed: YOU ARE SO SCREWED. Actually, that's what the little voice had been telling me for the past three days. i haven't done any of my homework, I knew I had to cram.....tomorrow. Yup, I decided to wait till the very last minute, tomorrow. Now, I know that as i write this that it's a bad idea to cram on the day before it's due but so what? As long as i get it done, I'm fine.
Speaking of school, I'm not all that excited about that because first off, I'm sick and secondly, I've been enjoying the past week: Staying up late, watching movies online, texting my besties, and just enjoying it. But the thought of that being gone is too hard to bear. To replace that there's gonna be cramming for tests, losing homework and getting yelled at by teachers. Tomorrow's the last day of break and I know from past experiences that I never enjoy the last day of any break. i call it my cramming day. Well, more later. :)
xoxo.
Speaking of school, I'm not all that excited about that because first off, I'm sick and secondly, I've been enjoying the past week: Staying up late, watching movies online, texting my besties, and just enjoying it. But the thought of that being gone is too hard to bear. To replace that there's gonna be cramming for tests, losing homework and getting yelled at by teachers. Tomorrow's the last day of break and I know from past experiences that I never enjoy the last day of any break. i call it my cramming day. Well, more later. :)
xoxo.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Welcome to my World, and you are?
Hello, I go by the name of Wendy. I like to paint, read and write. My paintings are rather disturbing. When I read, i imagina it all in my head, like a director of a movie. I imagine the characters, settings, and expressions. I like to write because I write whatever just flows into my head. I think it's like making your very own world, as cheesy as that may sound. I build everything up starting from the characters' personalities and I just let it flow from there.
I think that kinda covered mostly everything. Other than that, I like to go online. Blogspot is all new to me but MySpace is one of my favorite websites. I also have a Twitter which i don't update as often as i should. Speaking of electronics, I also like to text message and have funny conversations on the phone. :)
I live on the tiny island of Hawaii where everyone knows everyone. My life goal is to move to New York and maybe get a nice job there.
Well, I see that basically covered it.
xoxo.
I think that kinda covered mostly everything. Other than that, I like to go online. Blogspot is all new to me but MySpace is one of my favorite websites. I also have a Twitter which i don't update as often as i should. Speaking of electronics, I also like to text message and have funny conversations on the phone. :)
I live on the tiny island of Hawaii where everyone knows everyone. My life goal is to move to New York and maybe get a nice job there.
Well, I see that basically covered it.
xoxo.
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