Arrows Pointing in Every Direction

Mood: happy; not neutral
Currently: doing Chinese homework and diving deep into thought
Listening to: Getting Away with Murder --Papa Roach

It's amazing at how much you can relate to "you learn something new everyday." And today, it was more like a deep recognition for the obvious. Today was a small Octagon event, making posters for the cream puff sale that will take place on open house. So I was with Hee Soo and we went to Heritage after we were done. After bugging the track people while they were playing capture the flag, Hee Soo and I sat down, talking for a bit. At first, it started with a random white bunny that was running about, with children chasing it. Then there was a hummingbird Hee Soo saw that I had mistaken for a large beetle. And finally, a quiet spider, perhaps building its new home over the tables. Hee Soo and I started to float off into the past, talking about the good times of childhood and the irony of growing up. When you're a child, you tend to look towards the future, thinking, "I can't wait to drive," or "I'll be able to get my own house," or just something like that. Regardless, the common child, I believe, is usually anticipating on growing up. But as Hee Soo said, "it's not all that glamorous." And as high schoolers, we thought back to elementary school, like the time you first go on the slide, uncertain, afraid, but after trying it, it's fun, you try weird stunts like racing up the slide before sliding down again. Times when we'd pretended the woodchips in the school playground were lava, and you had to climb on the equipment from one end to another. Times when you collected woodchips and stacked them in the grass, picking yellow flowers, imaging them as your food supply as you sat next to a small fire. Yeah. Those were great times. Times when we have always wanted to be where we are now, and now we wish in vain that we could go back to those times. And that reminded me of something my sister said. "In high school, you think that elementary and middle school were the best times of your life. In college, you think it was high school, but when you're in grad school, you think college was the best." Most of us look either behind us, or look at what's ahead of us, but who really looks down at the floor they tread on? Who looks up and to the sides, appreciating or hating their surroundings?

Ahaha, funny thing that I say that about that. In math today, we took a quiz that was practically a test, and this one guy was suspected of cheating. Of course, our math teacher is really lenient (a bit too much) and told him to keep his eyes on his test. Then Travis, just this one junior in our class, said he had a teacher who said, this was really genius, "You can look up for inspiration, you can look down in desperation, but you can never look side-to-side for information." Absolutely genius, isn't it?! That totally made my day right there. My math teacher now wants a banner that says that hanging in front of the classroom. Ahaha.

"It's the small things in life that matters, we just never pay attention to them." --JJS

Well, there's that and then something that complexes me. Out of experience and partially by my own nature, I have a tendency to avoid getting involved in things that doesn't directly effect me or causes me to face great changes. As a result, it seems to me that I've been "letting the people who are wrong always win." And I wonder, is this right? The obvious answer is, no, it isn't. But what in the world is "right"? Why must it be this way? But more importantly, is it improper of me to not take action? Will I be one of those people who don't stand up for something, therefore, no change is ever made, and thus, nothing changes. Life will continue with people living in an age of darkness. But you know, there are those people who you can just categorize as a moron. Neither logic, reason, scolds, nor lectures can convince them that they are wrong, throwing back responses that make no sense at all, and I wonder if it wrong to avoid getting into a bad situation by not trying to correct them, even if their behavior threatens others' safety? I don't know, because it seems like a waste of time and breath to try correcting these people you know won't change. Why get into arguments, why fight, and why make enemies? Perhaps because these people were enemies from the very beginning . . .
Wonders beyond wonders, and each significance different from another.

Sixteen Going On Seventeen

Mood: happy; neutral
Currently: eating apples while mulling over my newspaper article
Listening to: the humming of the laptop; the distant ramble of the radio

If people were reborn every year on the same day and time as the first time they were created, I suppose I would have been born for the sixteenth time on February 21, [approximately] 11:20AM.
I've been wondering for a while, what am I going to be like as I get older? Will I become more mature? Will I be more responsible? Will I look more like my mother and sister? Will my morals and beliefs change?
There was a time in elementary school where I was reading a Chinese Mashimaro comic book we got randomly on vacation, and there was a section in English. And so, I decided to read that part outloud. But I accidentally said the s-word as a result. With my sister sitting behind me at her desk, she exclaimed that I shouldn't say that word. Thus my promise with my sister that I wouldn't curse was born. However, it was actually her who has grown up to curse. Just an example of people and their fickle morals. Or perhaps, that was never a boundary for her, the censoring of vulgar words, but just an expectation for me . . .

Thank the Real Superstars

Mood: happy; thoughtful
Currently: busy, but I still felt like I had to come here record my random ponderings
Listening to: What Hurts the Most --Rascal Flatts

Goodness me, I've been so busy this week, it's not even funny. I'm looking forward to the weekend so much, but that joy has been killed when I realize that I have Chinese and art class still on Saturday. At least I plan to spend a quiet day on Sunday. Anyhow, back to my purpose here.
I was reading the article in my English textbook for homework when it mentioned the rosy periwinkle found in Madagascar, and it can be used to create medicine that seems to effectively fight off blood cancers. The article was about how we should try to preserve wildlife and such, then a line said, "Cancer specialists believe there could be at least another ten tropical forest plants with capacity to generate similar superstar drugs against other forms of cancer--provided the scientist can get them before the chainsaw of devastates their habitats." I thought about it a little, and wondered if scientists were really in tropical forests now looking for these medical plants. If there are, I wonder if the search is dangerous, in that insecure forest. Are they protected from poisonous animals and plants? Is the terrain difficult to travel on? Is there anything in that forest that can cause these scientists to extract some sort of disease? I don't really know if those brief videos that included tropical forests I've watched in history were recent or not. Actually, I'm not even sure if it really took place in a tropical forest at all. Regardless, I was just curious about the situation. Suppose if those scientists were facing dangers in that forest, looking for miraculous plants, what do they have in mind? Is it fame? Or is it the well-being of mankind? And if it were for mankind, how much would we appreciate their efforts? We'll take the medicine and live on. As time goes on, perhaps if we find some way to cure and prevent cancer some way some how, we won't think that it's so serious anymore. The people of the future will get a dulled feeling of appreciation for those brave scientists because cancer doesn't feel as scary to them with a cure by their sides. And maybe those people will take the medicine and live carelessly even after they are cured, without the appreciation for life or giving thanks to those scientists who labored over the difficult task of discovering and creating medicine for us. The world is waiting for those scientists. The rest of the world full of people who either didn't have enough skill to become a scientist, people who didn't have the passion to become a scientist, and people who didn't want the bothersome task of being a scientist. People are waiting for scientists. Waiting to take the things they have been given with little intention of giving back.

"I cried while wondering, 'if I protect them, who will protect me?'" --

Life's Not a Black Hole

Mood: happy; moody
Currently: remembering why I've used to hate going to sleep
Listening to: Supermassive Black Hole --Muse

Anything in life can be considered a "waste of time" or "stupid".
"Playing that game is a waste of time, it's so stupid." Since when did playing a game have some sort of special and significant meaning behind it? Heck, what is "significant" and what's not a "waste of time" anyways? Reading a book? Why is it so special? Because it makes us "smarter"? Is it a more productive way of using our time because we think more while processing words and attempting to find a deeper meaning behind them? What's the point in being "smart"? We have more knowledge, have better debate support, sharper comebacks, snottier remarks, and know what to do in certain situations? Depressing thought or perhaps not, sometimes I don't know what's so special about living. I breath and see. I can taste things, I can feel things physically and mentally. Life is a miracle I don't know why bothers happening sometimes. I'm not depressed, nor do I feel like my life is meaningless, I honestly don't understand why.
And my questions are ones that can't be explained through facts, perhaps, but the cliche "What's the meaning of life?" question rolls in here. To get a good education and find a nice job? What's the point of learning? To live a better future? And what's that to accomplish? Raise a family and create a new generation to wander about life? Is it to be safer? Accidents happen all the time, and the people who don't learn will cause those accidents, and no matter how safe we proceed, things we don't see will hit us. To not hurt others? Physically or mentally, we'll always continue hurting others. A special moment we have, it may end up hurting others. A careless remark one makes can drive another into winding depression. Our human nature will always make us hurt each other and we can't avoid it. We can only hope we can realize we wronged another and apologize for our actions.
Honestly, thinking just makes my head spin, and sadly enough, I shouldn't even be talking about any of this. What do I know? I'm on the crossroad in which the train is going to hit 16. I'm too young to talk about topics as broad as human nature and life since, in reality, I don't know anything at all. I suppose arrogance should have a limit.

"'A nosebleed is the perspiration of the heart!' [Toradora episode 3] . . . 'Crying is a nosebleed from the heart.' . . . 'But I've realized something. If you trip while running down a hallway, you'll get a nosebleed. If you trip in life, you cry.'
'Are you stupid? It's still too early for us to be talking about life. From now on, for 10 years, for 20 years, for 60 years, life will go on.' [Toradora episode 24]"


Hanging by a Moment. Darkness Eyes. Aozora no Namida. Numb. Suffocate.

Accidents Don't have to be Bad

Mood: happy; conflicted; thoughtful; slightly depressed
Currently: watching Baka to Test to Shoukanjuu episode 6
Listening to: Perfect-Area Complete --Aso Natsuko [Baka to Test to Shoukanjuu OP]

"The magic in a poem is always accidental. No poet would labor intensively upon the intricate craft of poetry unless he hoped that, suddenly, the accident of magic would occur.
. . . The miraculous thing about miracles is that they do sometimes happen. And the best poem is that whose worked-upon unmagical passage come closest . . . to those moments of magical accident." --"On Poetry" by Dylan Thomas [found in 10th grade The Writer's Craft, page 358].

I need a self-discovery trip. Or just a trip by myself to somewhere far away . . .

Scream to the Music

Mood: happy; neutral
Currently: doing chemistry homework which I don't get!!!
Listening to: Zetsubou Billy --MAXIMUM THE HORMONE

Don't you ever feel like scream-o music just understands how you feel?
Today wasn't too exciting. Running until I felt like barfing in P.E. Switching seats in English (I sit next to Diana, ew. Ahahaha, just kidding, I love you, Diana!). Finishing up on my page in Journalism. Epically failed the two openers in math today. History was boring as ever. Had a Spanish test that I feel like wasn't too bad, so I have my hopes up for an 'A', perhaps? Normally I have a 'B'-'C' average on my tests, so getting a good grade on this one will set me off to a good start this semester!

Heart Beat, Heat Beat, Cold Beat

Mood: happy; depressed; confused; feeling like I need to cry
Currently: doing homework; trying to figure out how to change
Listening to: Suffocate --Elsa Chapman

I need to grow a heart that won't stop beating.

Mind in the Trash Can, Writing in the Air

Mood: happy; mixed
Currently: stabbing my homework
Listening to: I Hate Everything About You --Three Days Grace

I went to this author (Lisa See) book signing event for my sister, since she couldn't do it herself, being at school and all. Anyhow, it just made me feel more anxious about my future though. "1000 words a day, about four pages." I can't even get myself to write more or even edit what I have now. Should I not worry just because I'm young? It could take forever to get it down though. Lisa See may write novels based on true historical events, but five years of researching and writing . . . I don't know. Every time I'm in the presence of a good writer, may he/she be famous around the world or around school, I feel baffled. Makes me think: There are so many more dedicated writers, more people who are more passionate about what they're saying, and there are more people who are just simply better writers. Take my sister for example, I don't recall the exact details anymore, but she had a high ranking paper for the SATs, was it? Her high school teachers always approved of her skillful writing abilities. She was the editor of her college's undergraduate magazine and currently the editor her her grad-school's magazine. I can't edit for s---. I'm lacking in both grammar and spelling. My writing shows it well, only the spell check saves me a little, but not even Microsoft can correct all of my grammatical errors. I'm not an avid reader, as my mother loves to indirectly remind me. "Your sister sure can buy books." Then my mother would turn to me and give me an accusing look. Ah, yes, she does. My range of literature is strictly within what we read in English class, and I don't even read the book half the time. I don't know what I'll do with myself. Maybe toss myself into a trash can and then figure out the rest from there . . .

February Showers

Mood: happy; neutral; enthusiastic
Currently: sipping hot chocolate
Listening to: Hey! Don't Bring Me Down --DBSK

Drinking hot chocolate on a cold, rainy day like today is a must, in my book anyways. I just love how the hot-warm, sweet liquid slides down my throat, and my neck and chest feels all warm as the drink travels down into my stomach, which later, also feel warm.
There's just so much I feel like saying. I was finally in a good mood in zero period chemistry today.
First period P.E., Junior Christine (the one with really long hair and different colored knee-long socks) has a serious conversation with me while walking around the perimeter of the gym. I love it how she was so into it. Anyhow, based off the animated show, Avatar: The Last Air Bender, Hollywood is making a movie. However, this Asian society is being played by an all Caucasian crew, with the exception of the Indian antagonist. Christine spoke in a charismatic voice on how Hollywood is just blatantly racist, and are trying to tell Asian-American actors don't belong in Hollywood. One actor, playing Sokka, who was asked how he felt playing the role of someone of a different race, his simple response was, "Well, I guess I have to get a tan." Rude. Another person was asked about his thoughts on how the movie is being played by an all-white cast and the huge protests about it said, "Well, think of it this way, why are they here?" Dumb. Avatar fans have been distraught, and seemed to have turned to the website: www.racebending.com [ x ] to talk about how they want justice, get updates, and sign a petition to stop the movie. Obviously touched by Christine's passion, agreed to help spread the word about this, I've also considered bringing this up next issue for the school newspaper. I still chuckle when I remember what Christine said to me when I said I'd bring up the idea during the next brainstorming: "God bless the mother who bore you into this world." She's in drama.
Second period English was okay. We didn't get a seat change as I hoped, but our teacher said she might change tomorrow, so I'm looking forward to that (is kind of scared of the girl who sits next to me).
Third period journalism was chaos. So we needed about a 1000 people survey about Sadies, as requested by ASB, on whether or not if you went and if you didn't why, such and such like that. So everyone who wasn't a page editor was dragged away from whatever they were doing to run around school, go to every classroom to ask people to take the survey. Me, having no preference as to where I go, did not have to go to any classroom. Instead, I had to go to the office, library, and intercept people in the hallways to ask people to take the survey. It was interesting asking random people about the survey, and I was a bit shocked at how fluently I was able to ask these strangers to take the survey and explained to them what it was all about.
Snack I just ate my lunch and spent time with my boyfriend, taking a break from working on my page.
Fourth period pre-calculus: Boring as always. Last to finish the opener as always. My chapter sheet shows I got TWO perfect opener scores. It's a miracle.
Fifth period history: Boring. Finished my Spanish homework.
Lunch: Helped count the surveys for extra credit and page deadline extension. Took forever though, and we're still not done.
Sixth period Spanish: I barely made it into class on time due to stupid journalism (I haven't done a 100-200m dash in a long time). You should have seen me, I was running surprisingly fast for a person with a relatively large backpack and two textbooks in her arms. I practically skid to a stop in front of the Spanish classroom door, causing my hair to fall and hang disgustingly in front of my face, and opened the door. I took a moment to take a deep breath and organize my hair, then hurriedly rushed to my seat just as the bell rang. Did the wrong third page for homework. Failed at reading Spanish.
After school: Went to journalism again, as always. Worked on my page like crazy. Almost done (seems like I don't need to stay after school everyday until Friday now). I hope I finish my page soon so I can finally see the outside world during snack and lunch.
When I left the room around nearly 4PM, it was a bit dark outside and pouring rain. I pulled out my umbrella and trudged through the deserted campus. It was actually a little adventure for me to get to my locker and then to the parking lot. I held the umbrella tightly as the wind thrashed the air crazily, my hair flapped all around my face up to a 90 degree angle. I gritted my teeth at the cold wind and rain, yet I had a strange, wide smile on my face. It was a bit thrilling being out there, and it truly felt like a small adventure.

Distance

Mood: happy; neutral
Currently: doing math homework
Listening to: Tik Tok --2PM

The world suddenly felt far away for some reason.

Thus the Night Stalks

Mood: happy; neutral; baffled; heavy-hearted
Currently: pondering
Listening to: Tik Tok --2PM

Currently my boyfriend is depressed. Why? Neither of us know, really. I hate being depressed for no apparent reason. It's like, what's the h--- wrong with me?! Usually random depressions just go away, but there must be some cause behind it, right? If we never figure out that cause and solve it, we'll always be hindered by it. Perhaps every time we find a solution to one thing, another problem arises. It's like science. I don't know, questions bring up more questions . . . Argh . . . humans are too complicated for me to understand. I wish I was like . . . A WORM, or something. Live my life doing stuff in dirt and maybe (I dunno if worms think or have feelings and stuff) not have to worry about all of this. I don't know what this is. Well, whatever, I'm me, and that's who I'm going to be for a while until I die.
"If we had one chance to change everything about our life to the way we wanted it, we think we'll be happier. I think not."

Happiness

Mood: happy; thoughtful
Currently: watching Toradora episode 23
Listening to: (Toradora episode 23)

"I believe in you, Taiga. I don't think you're the kind of person to blame others for your inability to go after what you want! Or are you someone like that?!"
"That's not it . . . I just want you to be happy. I just want the Minorin I love to be happy."
"Cut it out! My happiness can only be . . . can only be made with my own hands! My happiness doesn't depend on anyone but me!"

Sponges Not Under the Sea

Mood: happy; confused; a bit down
Currently: watching Toradora episode 21
Listening to: (Toradora episode 21)

Don't you ever have those days where you just lie back and wonder about those cliche questions? "What's the meaning of life?", "Who am I?", "Why is there so much suffering in the world?"

[spoiler if you ever plan on reading/watching Toradora]
"I'm just saying it to spite you because it seems you don't really care. Takasu-kun is interested in you, not Taiga, but you rejected him. I think you're just pretending to be an airhead in order to forget about it. You're probably thinking, 'Let's just be friends forever.'"
"When did you see me pretending that nothing has happened? Did you really see it? What do you know about me? Can you look into my heart? Besides, this has nothing to do with you."
"I see, so it has nothing to do with me . . . Oh! I see! So your sense of guilt is nothing too, right? I thought you at least had some feelings for Takasu-kun. You just thought you'd feel guilty about someone, so you rejected him. Now I see. You rejected him simply because you don't like him. I'll tell him about it tomorrow then. Don't you think it'd be kinder to just end it now than to leave him half-dead?"
"Do whatever you want."
"Eeeh, then should I go now?"
"I SAID, DO WHAT YOU WANT!"
"Tsh . . . you're really good at faking."

The first time I wanted to kill myself was the fifth grade when I realized I couldn't play the flute anymore. My parents wouldn't let me quit until I went into middle school, so every morning during practice I pretended to play, holding the instrument up to my mouth and pressing the keys. But I constantly lived in the fear that I'd be found out, that the band director would find out and kick me out. I wouldn't know what to tell my parents. I desperately began to practice, but the more I practiced, the worse I got. The more desperately I practiced, the more pathetic I felt. I wanted to tell someone, but Stephanie had transferred schools and I was too ashamed to confide in Michelle who could skillfully play as the only trombonist in the band. I was too ashamed to talk to my parents or my sister about it. The people who would have known what I should have done I didn't trust. One day after marching band practice, I thought to myself, "Ahhh, I want to just go into the bathroom and kill myself." I was pathetic. I had to fake through the city parade, too, and, for the dumbest moment, I felt proud of myself at the end of it. I thought to myself, why am I proud? The people being praised are not me. The person who's being praised here isn't real, the person being praised is nothing like what they say, the person being praised shouldn't be me. But then two year passed by and I kept my secret to myself. The day before the first day of middle school, I sat in the shower, praying to no one, and wondering if I sat there long enough, if all my sins and sense of guilt would wash away with the water. Middle school passed with mild depression, but minimal moments where I honestly wanted to die. High school came and blew up a bomb. I felt like I was drowning when my boyfriend saved me . . .
I find it strange how when I got out of my self-absorbency that I began to notice how others around me were suffering more than I was. People who are constantly in pain, people who are depressed, people who are pretending to be happy, people who are living in denial in order to get by, people who want to die, and people who are suffering enough to die. And it's sad that I don't know what to do, or what to say to them. What am I supposed to say to the people who I used to think like? What was the reason that made me change for the better? And how can I give that reason to others to use?
The people who cry don't get the help they need, the people who hold in their feelings don't get the fact that they need help recognized. In the end, no one can be helped then I suppose. I wish I could be a sponge. Suck away everyone's sufferings and make them mine. But then squeeze out the water. But if I did that, the water would have to go to someone, somehow? Even if the water were to be evaporated, it'd rain, and someone would have to take the pain.
"Why is there so much suffering in the world?"

To English To Spanish To Chinese

Mood: happy; bloop
Currently: working on my Chinese essay
Listening to: the humming of the computer; the ticking of the clock; the occasional rain that patters on the rooftop

For some reason, when I tell my boyfriend (mi novio, wo3 de nan2 peng3 you3) that I love him (yo lo amo, wo3 ai4 ta1) in a different language, my heart (mi corazón, wo3 de xin1) races even faster than before.
<3

This is a Day

Mood: happy; neutral; amused
Currently: spazzing about how much work I have, yet I'm blogging...
Listening to: Kiss~ Kaerimichi no Love Song --Tegomass [Lovely Complex ED1]

Today was pretty good. Sketch-out of my day:
0 period//Chemistry: I was tired as always, but I understood what we were learning, so it's all good. But I got back my quiz we took yesterday and I got 10/20. Ouch, an 'F', not going to be pretty on my grade. Most of it was a bunch of dumb mistakes, too! Argh, next time!
1 period//P.E.: Cold morning. Wet grass. Mass of obnoxious guys+special ed. students amongst five girls. Pleasant. As if. Though, lacrosse isn't all so bad in my opinion, at least I can play decently without me having to risk slipping on the wet grass/mud. Also, my team is really nice and actually toss me the ball now and then. On the downside, we used to have this really good player on our team, but he joined football, therefore, switching out of 1 period P.E. And then, there's this other guy who joined our class just like, yesterday, and poor him, got hit by a car this morning while he was biking to school. I hope he's okay, I heard that he was sent to the hospital and everything. May guardian angels watch over him.
2 period//English: Grumpy-ish as usual, I'm never particularly happy in the morning, really. Though I do cheer up then and now because of my dear classmates, though other times they just kind of annoy me . . . Everyone always badmouths the teacher, but I don't really see what they're talking about. Our teacher has a different way of talking, which involves her voice octave going up and down, but hey, it's better than monotone to me.
3 period//Journalism: Bleh. So our school newspaper uses the program InDesign to format the pages and such. So all the new members of journalism learn how to use InDesign second semester to prepare in becoming potential page editors next year. Though, I don't know if I want to join next year or not. Anyhow, so we're learning how to use InDesign, and let me just say this, I feel like a huge chunk of my brain just blew up. In addition to just learning the basics, we have to recreate last issue's front page. Fun project, no? I'll have fun drowning in that class for the next week, with the addition of being in there during snack, lunch, and after school (or else I won't finish it on time). We seriously need more time to do it . . .
4 period//PreCalculus: We had a substitute. She was funny. "I don't accept bribes unless in the form in food. Just kidding, I'll probably steal it from you regardless." We had an opener. It wasn't funny. Dude, I swear, our teacher didn't teach us a chunk of the stuff on there, and we were like, what the heck?! I probably did bad on this opener as well . . .
5 period//History: Yuck, history. I dislike history the most and I don't even know why. Perhaps I'm just uninterested in learning about the past and how it relates to the present? Who knows, but I just don't really seem to care much for history.
6 period//Spanish: I liked Spanish today, well actually, I've liked it recently. Reason being is that we're learning about food. Fun, fun, fun stuff, and I'm not being sarcastic about it this time. I just enjoy writing about food and stuff, using those words when talking to my friends and everything. This is what I like about Spanish: more people understand you. Since I don't have many Chinese friends I'm really close to, it's not like I can talk to them in Chinese, using my newly learned vocabulary (that I usually forget the next day). However, Spanish on the other hand, all of my close friends are learning it, and I love how we can talk in a different language because it feels like we share a particularly special bond. It's just nice.
Anyhow, I also had two epic wins in the class. First is me volunteering to go up and participate in this quick vocabulary review game. So the overhead all showed a bunch of our vocabulary words jumbled about, and two people when up to the pulled-down screen. Each person has a stick (with a sandal stuck on the top of it, don't ask) and when our teacher tells us the English word, we have to point to the Spanish word. Well, I was debating on whether or not to go up, but I decided to last minute when our teacher asked if any final people wanted to play. I seemed to have good luck today, since I happened to be staring at "supermercado" when our teacher said, "supermarket", so I pointed at it almost immediately which made the class wow at my response time. I somehow was able to win successfully two more times in a row when our teacher decided for us to stop and take our vocabulary quiz already. And my second win was just that. I took the quiz, and think I did pretty well. We didn't get to correct each other's quiz this time like usual, but out teacher put the answers up on the television, and I feel like I got 11/10. I would have possibly gotten 12/10 if I didn't make this stupid mistake. I wrote "la azúcar" instead of "el azúcar". Fail! Why would I write "la"?! Ah, whatever, I just hope I don't get another 'B' (or lower) this time. If I accomplish that much, I'll be satisfied.
After school: I was planning to make a quick escape from school to home so I could get working on my homework, but while I was at my locker after school, my best friend and locker buddy, Michelle, came by. Usually when this happens, we walk together and talk for a bit and part ways at the gate as Michelle goes back to volleyball (?) and I go off to a nearby park to wait for my mom to pick me up where there's less traffic. However, today, Michelle started to walk in a different direction. When I inquired where she was going, she said, "I'm going to buy samosas!" which the Rangoli Club was selling. I was going to go buy some tomorrow, but Michelle offered to buy them for me today instead, so I decided to accept her kindness. The little poster things that were passed around school said they were going to be selling samosas in the quad, but when we got there, there wasn't anyone there, so we were really confused for a moment. Then Michelle suggested we check the front gate, and lo and behold, it was there. She bought the samosas and we ate on our way back to the other school gate. The samosa was good and had a very interesting taste to it due to the spice in it. Michelle told me what it was called, but I don't exactly remember what she said anymore. Regardless, it was good. Anyhow, we kept walking to encounter Hee Soo in her track clothing as she exited the girls' locker room. Michelle went off with Hee Soo and we all said our goodbyes.
I walked to the crossing-light and met some friends, the couple, Ryan and Arielle. After chatting a bit, Arielle commented how I had a bunch of books in my hands, and I said something about how I should hire my servants to carry my books. Arielle said, while laughing, "Yeah, that's totally what I would do! But, you know, I don't have any books on me, holds open empty and and her other hand holding Ryan's." Then Ryan commented that he was, however, like a servant/coat holder, holding up his other hand with Arielle's jacket. At that point, I said, "Well, you have to be useful for something." And after seeing the reactions--both of them saying "wooow"--I was a bit worried if I went too far with my joke, since I had a tendency to make really mean jokes about people. But then Arielle said, "Thank you!" as if I had said something that she had never been able to express (jokingly) to Ryan. Then we left in different directions laughing.
Since I called my mom much before I met up with Michelle, she was already waiting in the parking lot of the park, so I went home right away. Once back home, I made my "snack", or "merienda" in Spanish, which was one of those small, boxed lasangas. It was good.
Other than that, and up to this point, nothing really significant popped up, so yeah. My day.

I Can Be a Dork, Too

Mood: happy; neutral
Currently: laughing my guts out
Listening to: Lost My Music --Hirano Aya

Craisin 7:35 pm
me and [bloop] have a mold on our face on the EXACT
SAME
SPOT
:O
BY OUT RIGHT EYE
O3O

Jello 7:36 pm
*mole
lol
interesting

Craisin 7:36 pm
LOL
MOLD
PWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
XDD;;;
yes jennywe have mold
XD;;;
-is shot-
anyways

Jello 7:36 pm
I KNEW IT

Craisin 7:36 pm
YEAH OUR MOLE O_O
WHUT THE...
XDD;;;
oh no u didn't -snaps fingers in Z formation-

Jello 7:36 pm
all 6.02 x 10^23 of them!

Craisin 7:36 pm
I BET U CAN'T EVEN SNAP
:O
shoosh
>_>

Chaos and Hoses

Mood: happy; bleh
Currently: trying to fix my article
Listening to: Suffocate --Elsa Chapman

I'm going to rant about my crazy morning. So first things first, I realize that I didn't have the survey slips for journalism and stuff, and I had today and tomorrow to finish it, so if I lost today, I'd be so s----ed. Luckily I realized I didn't have it during zero period, so I decided, okay, I'll call my mom to bring it with her. So I call my mom as soon as possible, but the conversation was so dumb. First, I explained to her that I needed this stack of small pieces of paper that's on my dresser. So she all looked for it and said she didn't see it. And I was like, how is it not there? I was quite positive it was there, so I described it again as a stack of small paper, but she said she it wasn't there. And I started to describe how it was next to the wall and the mirror, and my mom was like, wait, your desk, right? And I'm like NO, my DRESSER, but my mom had to be a fobtard (my newly invented word) on me and claimed she had no clue what a dresser was. Then I said in an extremely irritated voice, it has a mirror attached to it, so my mom was quiet on the phone, so I assumed she figured out what I was talking about and was looking. But she came back again saying she couldn't find it. I said to her slowly, a stack of small pieces of paper that says "How do you stay awake when studying late at night?" that is on my dresser, the thing I put my clothes in. My mom then misheard me and asked, it's in your jacket? I was really frustrated because I had to switch back and forth from English and Chinese, but also since I had to get ready for P.E. already. So I corrected my mom in an even more irritated voice that I put my clothes IN a dresser and that the papers were on TOP of the dresser. Then my mom said in an enlightened voice, "Oh, on the dresser?" In my head, the words "no s---, sherlocks" ran through a million times. I sighed deeply and told her that she was correct. Finally she found it and told me she'll bring it to the office with my lunch, which she coincidentally forgot to give me. By then, the bell rang, and I was in a rush to dress since I didn't want to be tardy to P.E., which is pretty sad, because who honestly is ever late to P.E. of all classes? When I got in there, my friend, Amy, all asked me if I emptied my locker, and I gave her this look before asking if I had to. She then informed me that people were going to hose down our lockers to clean it, and I stormed out of the locker room in annoyance. However, seeing Michelle there at our locker comforted me a bit. Regardless, I had a bunch of junk to drag around the rest of the day. After P.E., I had to drag my textbooks and binders, put it on my desk in English, and RUN. I sprinted to the office to attempt to talk to the secretary--who was either ignoring me, was sightly deaf, or it was just my imagination that I was the only one talking in the office--to tell me where the stuff parents drop off were. I grabbed my lunch pail that had my survey slips in it, and ran off, pretending I was being chased by a rabid dog (that always gets me moving), though I still only got back to class halfway through the bell. That was pretty much all for my p---y morning.
The rest of the day got a bit better, though I was in a relatively bad mood the entire time, oh, that and that I thought the people already finished cleaning our lockers even though there was still stuff on it still, but I didn't want to lug aroung that extra 30 pounds with me everywhere, so I put it back into my locker. Bad move. Anyhow, yeah.