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.

There is just simply nothing in this world that can explain how I'm feeling because I don't know if there are even my feelings to feel in the first place. I'm too easily wavered and they pains of other stir me until I cry myself, and these feelings are just over my head, I don't know what to do with them, I don't know what they are, they are, they are, they are, they are, they are, I don't know what they are, but I don't know what to do either, I don't know anymore, these feelings and mixtures are so confusing, I'm losing my way and I feel blind, I'm running into a wall that can't be run down or destroyed and broken down, not now, and maybe not ever, this wall is absolutely indestructible. Feelings, feelings, feelings, too complex for my understanding, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know what do to with there feelings, I'm not too sure if I'm feelings sad or happy, this heavy feeling doesn't have to be only depression now, right? I don't know anymore, but it's pulling on me, and I don't know what to do with them. What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to do anything, I don't know, I just don't know. I want to cry, yet I want to laugh, but I don't know which one to follow, what is my path, what are even my choices, and who am I? I don't get it, what are these questions in the first place, what are the answers supposed to do for me. Answers, answers, answers, answers, answers, answers, I'm searching for answers, answers, answers, why are my guardian angels shattered when I need them, and why are there no tears in my eyes. Answers, answers, answers, answers, that no one can tell me, questions, questions, questions, questions, questions no one can answer. There are no answers, no answers, so what am I searching for exactly. The sea is only deep in the barren desert of the cold winter. Screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming in my head, they are, what they are, I don't know. They are, they are, they are, they are, they are screaming, I don't know what they want from me, I don't know what they want, I don't know what they are, I'm just running in circles while standing the same place, so I'm not moving at all in the end while I'm running in circles and spiraling down the straight aisle that's perhaps not straight in the end. Helping on one but no one, I scream for nobody's help, yet I hear my voice echo in the air, when I didn't even open my mouth in the first place, I don't know what I'm doing anymore, my leg isn't trembling, are they. What is this feelings of rush, that's like I'm falling down from somewhere high above where I am. Why do I feel like I'm sinking in a pit of nothing, when there's nothing to sink in, and you can't sink in pits, you can only fall in them, I don't know anymore. Who makes these rules for us to follow, what is logic, and says who that they are logical? Why do I have to follow these rules of logic, because that's what everyone else does, its it because I can't find my own logic? Logic, logic, logic, logic, logic, logic is not logical at all, now is it? Why are we standing on the ground, why can't it be the sky, why, why, why, why, why, why, I don't know what I'm saying anymore, what am I supposed to be saying. I can't say that I'm okay, because I don't know if I'm okay, I don't know what this feeling is, nor will I ever understand, perhaps, do I have to be okay? What is okay? Are you okay? Is anyone really what we say is okay, just because we are happy, does that make things okay, why can't we be okay when we're sad, why do we have to be unhurt to be okay, okay, okay, what is okay, what is anything, what in the world is what. whatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhat

Blabbering

Mood: happy; confused
Currently: having a mild migraine
Listening to: Silky Heart --Yui Horie [Toradora OP2]

So I just finished skimming through everyone's blogs, and my head's like, wooosh. Argh, my head . . . I don't even think I got half of that information down . . . (kind of pointless for me to read them in the first place then?!)

So. I'm going to the movies with Jennie later at Towne Center. I wonder why she decided to invite me all of the sudden. Perhaps it was due to our reunion at Towne Center on Friday?! Regardless, I'm happy. I haven't seen her since last year (disregarding yesterday, that is). Except there are going to be a lot of people from her school that I don't know, so it may be a tad awkward. Oh well, I'm sure they're nice people since they're friends with Jennie! Sarah's going to be there, so at least I won't be the only "outsider" there?

You know, I really like Hershey's Cookies'n'Cream candy bars. Well, I wouldn't like to eat massive quantities, but they're nice to eat now and then. I'm currently eating those mini ones. They're delicious, though I think they aren't helping my headache. I should stop.

Something

Mood: happy; happy; thoughtful; something
Currently: doing pretty much nothing
Listening to: Heart of Sword --Tm Revolution

January 29, 2010, 3:24PM: peaceful, unexpected, strange, happiness, surrealism, excited, silence, peaceful.