LIFE: Teen Dating 101 Favorite Books About Me
--Thursday, August 29th--
Un ragazzo con una segretezza scura ha dato. Questo che ha diviso con i suoi amici e molto spurned lui per lui. Quando spurn non lo hanno gradito pi� di meno. Ha affidato a questa segretezza il relativo pi� staunchest alleato e sarebbe nemico pi� difettoso da diventare. Questo ragazzo era policy-holder dubbio, ucciso. vengeful, questa segretezza ha formato amaramente. Era differente oltre a con ogni. Lui che odio in se ha formato, ma i relativi hubris esso per non concedere. I relativi hubris per aumentarli su tutti gli altri, coltivato la relativa lingua hanno indicato come la frusta; il relativo ogni umore era il fuoco che brucia quelli intorno lui.
amava la relativa famiglia lui, ma era difettosa ed incompleta. Non era sufficiente mai bene per lui; mai potere a include/understand esso a lui. Di questo, non ne ha dichiarato c'� ne di esso. Anzich� quel beherbarg lui il relativi disonore e Raserei nel relativo entendement. Ogni movimento che ha formato, era per un motivo. Era intelligente, se le tecniche andassero. Potrebbe leggere la gente, la loro insicurezza e le debolezze. A volte, � stato opposto, parte esterna di sinistra lui la relativa rabbia. I suoi amici per permetterli, il suo alleato che uno ha esaminato, a include/understand lui. Ma il relativo alleato lo ha trasportato fuori allora ha conosciuto le relative debolezze... quelli la maggioranza loro. Ha conosciuto che cosa dire, ferirlo, che lo ha effettuato. E li ha curati le relative debolezze, come non potrebbe, non protetto cos�, non alla ferita le parole. La debolezza che ha usato, era piccolo ed esso potrebbe nel lesquel lui tromp che la fede ha esistito.
Ma il ragazzo ha fatto un errore. Ha dichiarato la sua segretezza con la ragazza. Relative debolezze hanno conosciuto la segretezza con la le relative identit� ed esso. Ora potrebbe tenerlo contro di lui. Ora potrebbe vedere ogni humiliation, da ogni uno scherzo, ogni girata, avvisi velare ogni. Potrebbe vedere l'origine di ogni parola corrosiva. Potrebbe ferirsi e lui. Ma non gi�. Ha desiderato vedere, se la relativa debolezza curata o se esso rosa pi� in gran parte. Era paziente e gli ha augurato il la cosa migliore. Forse potrebbe modificare. Ma, se lui non, bene... fueehlte lui non, anche non senza arma. Trivolity del releaze e tengono i secrecies pi� scuri all'interno. O dell'uso della gente, ridiculous, distrugg tutto il vostro sogni e speranze.
Prende un esperimento, per imparare questo. E non lo ha imparato ancora.
Se prova ancora a ferirlo, lo informa.
So, in conclusion, never give a mouse a cookie. You might stand to lose everything.
--Wednesday, August 28th--
update 9:30PM
7 days until school starts. How depressing.
A FRIEND SHOULD BE MATHEMATICAL
...not those parts, Mark! Jeez.
--Tuesday, August 27th--
Training Day is one gorgeous piece of movie. Comedy, violence, morals, and Ethan Hawke. How much better can Hollywood get, these days?
Gardner's Art through the Ages is pretty interesting. It's all royalty and sex. God, we aren't allowed to download porno at school, but that's okay! All the horny teenaged boys can just take AP Art History.
Speaking of Art, Mark says I should update my art section. I say: too bad.
But more on Frida Kahlo. Spiffy artist. When they cremated her body, the heat snapped her corpse into a sitting posistion and her hair was a lit ring of fire around her face.
But you didn't need to know that.
Francisco Goya is scary. Okay, "Guernica" is cool and all, but take a look at "Saturn Devouring His Children" What is with that?!?!
My favorite artwork of the day is Millais's "Ophelia. Very surrealistic.
God this book is weird. Check out "Ugolino and his Children" by Carpeaux which basically has this old man surrounded by a bunch of other naked men, and they are all hugging each other. Aiesh.
Also, I can't seem to find any work from Picasso's blue period in the book. D'oh. I was going to use that under "Cold Colors" or whatever.
How come no women in the AP Art Book have pubes. Did classic greek women not have pubes or something?
Oh yeah, people wanted to see my schedule.
<My Schedule
FALL
0: AP Eng Lang (Harwood)
SPRING
A pretty full schedule. Definitely got a lot on my plate. But check the additional extra cirics, too:
CASC Newsletters and Conference Packets
I also plan to get CPR/First Aid certified and really get into shape so I can do EMT training last semester senior year. I also want to submit more entries to writing contests, including the Newsweek/Kaplan My Turn contest, PTA Reflections, and the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards. I might also submit to Teen Voices or something. I really want to get into gear and at least I've got my handy OScAR the GrOuCH planner to help me out, heh?
Well, who knows what life has in store for me. But it'll be a hell of a ride.
--Monday, August 26th--
Goobers. I registered today, it was happy. The ID picture actually came out too nice. (it looks great, i'm really happy with it. I don't look like F4!) In fact, it was so nice, I had to Frida Kahlo (ap art history, folks, cmon) it. So here's my renendition (minus facial hair and animals) take a looksy . Hooray.
I also wrote a new short story. Seems long, but it's just very fast paced (i pray).
I realized geocities is screwing with me. I put up the ad blocker code, and it automatically shoots me in the foot by making the table i make in the code super long. and the sad part is i'm too lazy to specify the width of the table. Well i guess i'll try now. but i'm not going to do it for every page, so i guess you're going to get the horizontal scroll bar until i toughen up.
Atrocious Chinese Imigrants Attempt Correcting Ignorance Actively Condoned by Immature Academically Challenged Ignoramouses...
So freshmen, study for the SAT's. Or Accutely Cringeworthy Incidents will undoubtedly ruin your summer.
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and the world laughs louder.
I'm on a thirty day diet. So far, I have lost 15 days.
If ignorance is bliss, why aren't more people happy?
I'm not myself today. Maybe I'm you.
--Thursday, August 22nd--
Doctor's check up. I hate when doctors get to poke at you; even if my doctor is a woman, I still get paranoid.
Hairy, Cranky, Bloody Periods, Acne Prone, Obese. I must have polycystic ovary syndrome. I am the Hypochondriac Queen. Fear me, for I fear disease.
You know, Hitler was a hypochondriac.
If you want to learn more about me, check out the "About Me" section, freshly added for your enjoyment.
Sarcasm abounds in Happyland.
--Tuesday, August 20th--
Just close your eyes
--Monday, August 19th--
I hate library late fees they make me feel really irresponsible.
I probably am, but it just rubs it all over my face. This year I vow to reform. I vow to be a faint faint star wars fan and devote all of my time to clubs and writing and stuff. I even bought a fancy turquiozy planner. Yay! I can't wait to decorate it!
Later...i just decorated it. And it looks like crap because i centered it wrong. 'doh!
--Friday, August 16th---
Well, now my room is REALLY REALLY REALLY clean
(Ignore the hastily stacked piles on the table and bed)
I can actually lie down and make imaginary snow angels on the ground. Bloody brilliant! (well, I could if the carpet wasn't still wet)
No more stains from Minna's various art projects! I feel reborn!
Anyhow. Carlos in Charge of our days and our nights. =P
--Thursday, August 15th---
My mom is so smart, she gave me 2 days notice to sweep my room of all things on the carpet before the carpet cleaners arrive tomorrow morning at 12. An easy feat, perhaps, but this is MINNA'S ROOM. It is literally covered with stuff, with an 8 sq. feet stretch (connected) that is not dotted with stuff. Everything else is in patches or covered with furniture and books. Or the 100+ feet of network and power cables that I just can't move.
Ooooh boy.
Carpet cleaning, the day I've dreaded for years. >_<
At least we aren't recarpeting, I'll grant you that. But it's still traumatizing.
I really need to get back to writing things.
---Monday, August 12th---
Not much to say except I'm back.
a lovely welcome back conversation
---Friday, August 2nd---
I had a weird dream last night. I was walking around, and I looked in the mirror, and I had these weird, white, feathery wings sticking out of my back. And these people were like, how do you like them? And I was like. "Hello! Who in the hell glued these wings to me back?" And then they said, "We trimmed them for you. Go get us breakfast."
Weird.
I have to wake up at 4 AM to drive to LAX. Wish me fun! *hums Indy theme with a fob twist*
My tears come forth after all
Even if it was that little me
Back then I kept watching those dissolving clouds
If something goes away, another will come again
Let's make a promise
Life is everything it seems and nothing at all.
---Thursday, August 1st---
Actually, I leave on Saturday the third. Click on My Month (above) and scroll down to read my "proposed" itinerary. That's where I'll be if nothing bad happens to me. If anything bad does happen to me...well, then that really sucks. If there is a terrorist attack, know that I led the uprising! *halo*
Blah. Oh yeah, added more stuff to "A Day in the life" above. Minna's YM revision list. Don't visit it too much, you'll kill my bandwith. Greedy Geocities.
---Wednesday, July 31st---
God, I'm melancholy. Well, while everyone is out celebrating Harry Potter's birthday...
I just realized our lives are controlled by the Lamia that is ETS. They are evil!!!
They say knowledge is power. Well, hoorah. We fight daily for knowledge...by bubbling test answers onto sheets of scantron. For what? So we can get into a good college? For what? Security? Happiness? Self-satisfaction? Bragging rights? Power. Great.
It just seems a little insignificant, that's all.
n0 sn00 f0r y00: QUESTION TO PONDER: What would they call Gatorade if it wasn't developed at the University of Florida?
---Monday, July 29th---
First off, I'd like to thank everyone and anyone who even had an inkling of that surprise early b-day party yesterday. I appreciate it, guys. Really. (Special thanks to Mark, Peilin, and Carmelle for digging the trenches, Daniel for picking up the cake, and my mom for being not-Lamia-ish. =P )
Also, thanks everyone for the great presents and cards and stuff, and for wishing me a happy sweet 16 the best way possible. Whee!
Thanks for~
Hey guys...if anything happens to me in the future...I'm sorry and take care, okay? Cuz I'm getting really paranoid. Oh great. *slaps forehead* Now I've jinxed myself. *sigh*
It's not going to though, because I know a bunch of special people who are going to go out and do special things with their lives.
P.S. To all interested, a personalized installment of "People YM forgot to add to their Shallow list by an even Shallow-er compiler" is coming soon to this happy site. Hoorah.
---Wednesday, July 24th---
I'm a fat eliminator! Available now at the Barranca Target!
---July 23rd---
I just fixed my kriffin' printer. Hooray. The problem? Well I thought the paper feed wheel was dead, but there was really a strip of baby blue cloth stuck in it. See, I was talking to Collin on AIM while flipping a roll of baby blue cloth in the air, and I thought..."I have a barbie with black hair. I have a roll of baby blue cloth. I have a pair of ripped up fake-leather pants. I can make a mini-cosplay!" (guess who. well, baby blue so yeah.) Anyhow, a few snips later and I guess one fell into the printer. Strips here, printer over there...so god knows how that happened. But it did and I was pulling out my hair (from the printer tread wheels, not my scalp)...and everythign was spinning, but the damn printer just WASN'T sucking.
So that's the last time I sew and write and draw adobe at the same time.
Must...prioritize...
---July 21st---
one word: SMEEKY
Oh yeah, and Ashitaka (from Mononoke Hime)? Definitely briefs. I have proof!
Kathy, I'm pretty sure Squall is boxers, except when he's in his dress uniform, and he can't have plaid hanging out from the back.
So, was the trumpet guy boxers or briefs? (*wink*)
---July 20th---
A BIG THANK YOU TO STEPHANIE FOR LETTING ME USE HER PASS!!!
fishin' in the sky...
A...B...C...!!!!
I'm the evil stepmother, the kid from Treasure Planet is suay in real life, Me gusta el charismatic trumpet guy, Believe! fireworks for the umpteenth time, they actually lit the water on fire!, I flew over orange trees while inside a building, the evil golf ball conspairacy!, I am Steph, S-T-E-P-H-A-N-I....E, Lilo did the gun thing, bag search, single rider pass, Happy Faced Potatoes, A...B...C, the line to hell is too long, Fob Army...
FOB ARMY!
all in all, a good 16 hours of exercize
Driving School is a WASTE OF TIME
---Thursday, July 18th---
Take that, foo!
n0 sn00 f0r y00: memory of Sept 11, send this to 10 people in the next 10 minutes and youwill recive a special blessing. Do not break the chain or the spirits ofthose who died on that day will haunt you for the rest of your life, just simply copy
How about: NO
I've been surviving in internet apathy for the past...2.5 years. Ignore stupid chain letters. Ignore stupid IM chains. It's so happy and relaxing to not have to worry about those spirits haunting you for not sending people spam. Just feign indifference and the world goes on.
But you know, everything else...a little article in the news, George W. Bush, a stupid 4 on an AP exam instead of a 5, a 1490 instead of a 1600, a dollar more for a science fiction novel, pay three dollars for an e-book, and suddenly I'm VIVA LA RESISTANCE! SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS! DOWN WITH THE KING! UP YOUR ASS!
A little social injustice and I'm out the window fighting other people's wars.
I'm so weird. I'll kick and slap and snarl and scratch against anything that doesn't sit well with me. It's like what my mom said...about how most people who trip over a rock pick themselves up and keep going. Me? I pick my self up and kick at the rock for good measure, usually just hurting my foot. Or, if I kick hard enough, the rock goes flying and hits someone in the face.
I mean, I know it's not good for me, but some idiotic part of my conscience is like:"Help them! Save them! LIBERATION!" And sure, it's nice and all...but I can't save everyone. Sometimes I can't even save myself. And in the end I'm drunken, depressed, Raskolnikov-nized and wondering why I'm planning Human Rights stuff instead of sloughing on the lipstick and rouge.
Poor Holden Caulfield. I want to kick him in the balls and give him a hug and send him back out into the idealistic pathos of insanity.
---Wednesday, July 17th---
RANDOM: Minnaisms Final Exam Buttocks v 2.5 YM Magazine's 20 Hot Guys Minna's YM List Additions
Would you wear this shirt?
jasmine tea + sprite = yummy drink
They should multiply the joy,
Divide the sorrow,
Subtract the past, and
Add to tomorrow.
Calculate the need deep in your heart,
And always be bigger than the sum of all their parts
1: Adv. Journalism (Linton) / AP Biology (T. Jacobs)
2: Spanish 3 (Gonzalez)
3: Honors PreCal (P. Jacob) ~ yes, I am not as smart as you calculus people. Shut it.
4: AP Art History (Tucker) / Tech Staff
0: AP Eng Lang (Harwood)
1: Adv. Journalism (Linton) / AP Biology (P. Jacobs)
2: Honors Comparative Religions / Tech Staff
3: Community Issues / Open Period (I will try to sit in for Adv. PreMed)
4: Open Period / AP Art History (Tucker)
Amnesty International Leader/Head/Chair/President/Boss girl
Freac Club Membership Coordinator (roster, website, mailing lists)
Students for Social Responsibility (I will try to do more than last year)
CSF Literary Magazine Editor
GSA something or another (I promised I would try to help. Roll your eyes if you must)
When Teens Write Poetry Editor
Help out at Uncle's Dental Office
And you'll be here with me
Just look to your heart
And that's where I'll be
If you just close your eyes
'till you're drifting away
You'll never be too far from me
If you close your eyes...
I cannot see your last smile
Don't go, don't go, stay here
Running up towards the sky
I loved you more than anyone
Thank you for those countless important feelings
You gave them to me
Don't forget you're not alone
Far away yet holding hands
My first love, the first time I got to know
That there is such sadness
The farewell smile you gave me, to live on with strength
That message from you
When you come back, we are two
Even far away, the eyes watch each other
Staking it all on hope
Today's vehemence
Embrace it, to live tomrrow's future
I dunno. if they invented it at Harvey Mudd, I guess it'd be Mudd-ade
Carlos the Cow (Peilin)
Princess Mononoke and et al (Mark)
Awesome Indy shirt (Daniel)
Tiger =D and BN stuff (Vicky, Carmelle, Yumi)
Feed Minna donation (Bolshinick)
BN stuff (Best Enemy and Brian)
Poster of Suayden Christiansen and friends (Kathy)
Personalized borderline hentai comic (Mike)
Random bag (Mom)
All those happy birthday cards and wishes...=P
(I hope i didn't miss anything or anyone...if I am I'm truly sorry and still super appreciative. I went to bed at 3:30 last night doing SAT stuff, so... =D )
---Monday, July 15th---
update 9:53PM
Yup like I thought. A big whopping NO to palace park.
My mother is an LAMIA!
update 7:53PM This is so stupid
Remind me why I have a great, bloody, dislike towards conservatives?
It's a goddamn muppet, paranoid idiots. AIDS is going to wipe out half this generation, and you're concerned about a muppet. You want to save the world from AIDS, start young? Understanding and all that stuff?
I just want to sleep for two days in a row. Someone just let me sleep.
I have some tech staff party at Palace Park on Tuesday, but I don't think my mom will let me go. $10 Tuesday, but i'll be too dead to do anything.
I want an HIV positive muppet. It's not like the muppet got AIDS through sex. It's a muppet who was born was it or got an icky blood transfusion, jesus. Hugs for AIDS people! Down with anti's!
Minna's list of favorite actors (subject to change without notice):
1. Harrison Ford
2. Christian Bale
3. Sean Connery
4. Tom Hanks
5. Tobey Maguire
6. Ewan Macgregor
7. Elijah Wood (quit please!)
8. Rider Strong
9. Guy Pearce
10. Joquain Phoenix
11. Shane West (quit please!)
12. Orlando Bloom (only because he's suay)
13. Tom Cruise
14. Will Smith
15. Brad Pitt
16. Haley Joel Osment
17. Hayden Christiansen (in Life as a House, not in Star Wars. Quit please!)
18. Jonathan Jackson
(I should really make that into a page)
Recommended Bands/Singers and their best songs
1. Goo Goo Dolls (Iris, Black Balloon, Hate this Place)
2. SR-71 (Empty Spaces, Politically Correct)
3. Lifehouse (Hanging by a Moment, Everything)
4. Switchfoot (Dare You to Move, Learning to Breathe)
5. Natalie Imbruglia (Torn, Intuition)
6. Alanis Morrisette (Uninvited, Ironic)
7. The Calling (Wherever You Will Go, Final Answer)
8. Train (Meet Virginia, Whipping Boy)
9. Blessid Union of Souls (Standing at the Edge of the Earth, I Believe)
10. Selena (Dreaming of You, I Could Fall in Love with You)
11. Third Eye Blind (God of Wine, Motorcycle Driveby, Narcolepsy)
12. BBMak (Miss You More, Ghost of You and Me)
13. Westlife (Swear It Again, Soledad)
14. Course of Nature (Caught in the Sun, Better Part of Me)
15. Josh Groban (To Where You Are, You're Still You, Gira Con Me)
---Sunday, July 14th---
3:17 PM
It's kind of sad, because I don't get a chance to write anymore. *sigh* I want to write. Well, I draw, but that's easier than writing. I wnat to plot something, but it's not coming out the way I'd like. *shooots notebook* I need to take a dump. In a pool. (not that kind of dump, weirdo.)
EVERYONE DOWNLOAD THE "A WALK TO REMEMBER" soundtrack. I know the movie was probably crap, but the soundtrack rocks.
12:32 AM PST
I went to Harvest Crusade Saturday (today) at Edison Field. It was pretty cool, for the most part. I got to see some awesome bands, like Skillet: "We named ourselves after a frying pan. I wish there was a reason why", Delirious?, and Switchfoot (they are great, download 'Learning to Breathe' or 'Dare You to Move').
And you know, kind of predictably, I didn't convert. I don't know why. Maybe I should, and I'm just holding out to be special--or maybe I'm stupid. Or maybe I'm just a huge fat SKEPTIC. I don't know. I really don't.
I know I don't like hypocrisy, and I know I don't hold all of their principles. But like my cousin said, "why not? You don't risk anything."
Which of course begs the question, "why?" Or, "what if you're wrong?"
My cousin and Peilin were encouraging me to go down into the baseball field (the "born again" area). And I almost did. But even if I was born again, I don't think I would've gone down. It seemed cheap. Trivial.
I guess when I was little I just believed cuz people told me to. Because it was a nice story. It was nice to feel loved by Jesus and God and stuff. To have people to love you. It was nice to know that I was loved, that I was going to heaven.
But what about everyone else? I could convert them. But what about people I couldn't get to? What about Gandhi? Or...
How do I define things? Do I even use the same definitions they do?
What are my thoughts and ideas worth anyway? What's anyone's worth. Some ideas influence people, maybe even after their perpetuators are dead. And then those people die.
Does it matter where we go after we die, even if we go anywhere?
Does the truth matter, or is it relative?
Rhetorical. Beh. Nick Niiro, IM me tomorrow about e-mailing someone important to our ideas. Viva la Resistance!
---Friday, July 12th---
Happy Birthday Vicky!!!
Happy Late B-day to Harrison Ford? (11th)
Got AP scores back, but don't tell my mother. Nick (cousin) said I should stop whinning about my stupid score. He's probably right. *hides scores in scanner*
Took another practice SAT test. But my scores still suck. Got up to Tung-range, though. I don't see how people like Shelley and Jean and Michael and Kevin and Wilmot can just cruise on through. I think I inhaled too many fumes as a child....either that or I was bopped on the head one too many times.
Okay, so enough with the complaining. Currently I'm having fun with a photoshop project. It's very nice, except the element in the middle seems incongruous. Hmmm. *deletes* *recalls* *deleteS*
I am a goddess.
---Wednesday, July 10th---
update Elijah Wood smokes, according to this site. *sniffle* Well, down the list of actors he goes...once i sort things out... *considers moving up vegan Tobey Maguire.
Minna's list of favorite actors (subject to change without notice):
1. Harrison Ford
2. Elijah Wood (wonders about moving him)
3. Sean Connery
4. Tom Hanks
5. Tobey Maguire
6. Shane West (inside joke)
7. Ewan Macgregor
8. Rider Strong
9. Guy Pearce
10. Joquain Phoenix
11. Hayden Christiansen (in Life as a House, not in Star Wars. beh.)
12. Orlando Bloom (only because he's suay)
13. Tom Cruise
14. Will Smith
15. Brad Pitt
Got blood?
Need to fake a period or a semi-mortal injury? Want to frame your enemy for a murder? Want to smear blood all over your younger sibling to scare your mother? Want to drink blood? Feast your eyes on this:
Minna's Recipe for Fake Blood:
Ingredients: Water, Cornstarch, Red food coloring, Blue food coloring. Optional Ingredients: Gelatin, Corn Syrup, Salt, Milk, Cocoa, Sugar, Other nifty flavors, powdered ecstacy (not recommended)
First off, how wet do you want your blood to be? How sticky? Clumpy? Color? Taste?
These should all be considered as factors in the creation of blood. This blood has an upside, too. It is tasty, disease-free, and will not make you a minion of Satan.
First, throw down your cornstarch. This will determine the thickness and consistancy of your blood. Then add water and mix accordingly. Depending on your cornstarch to water ratio, you will have a thin to clumpy white concoction. Keep screwing around with it until you get something you like.
Optional: At the same time, boil your red colored Jello via instructions, but add just a drop of blue food coloring. The entire thing should turn dark red. Evilness. Let it cool and pour it into a big plastic ziploc bag. Put it in the fridge.
Back to the cornstarch. The following is optional. Pour in some corn syrup and swish. This adds stickiness and shininess to your blood. If you want, also melt the cocoa and add some in now. Cocoa makes your blood look browner, and when it dries it looks more realistic. The only problem with these two is they have sugar in them and will attract ants.
Finally, add the food coloring (which is only optional if you bleed the color white). A little bit of blue will darken the batch. Blood isn't bright red, it's kind of brownish...so just screw around. Just don't put in too much blue, or it will look purple.
More options: If you think your blood is too see-through, add some milk and a little more cornstarch to even out the extra liquid. Salt will make the whole thing less dense, so it will be even more clumpy. Assuming you are going to drink the blood and you haven't added cocoa or corn syrup, add sugar. Now, go back into that fridge and pull out that bag of jello. Smush it a little until it's in bits instead of one jiggly brick, and kerplunk it into the blood.
Now your blood is ready to use. Fridge your end product for longevity. Or, if you want, make blood sherbet, which will work if you boil the mixture (with corn syrup in it). Put it in the freezer and stir it every once in a while before it freezes. If you are good at it, you can "whip up" (a pun, har) a Blood Sherbet.
Monthly Schedule
That's the end of the month. Obviously.
Day 1: Arrive in New York City from Irvine, meet tour guide at the Hilton and go to the Hilton Hotel. Instead of checking in, I'm going to ask mommy if we can romp the nightwalk. Yeah, right.
Day 2: Tour NYC: The Lady Liberty, Central Park, WTC, Wall Street (ding ding ding), the UN building (terrorists! ai!), Rockafeller Center, Lincoln Center, Greenwich (that's Gren-itch to you) Village, Fifth Avenue, and Chinatown (just like home). Then we will depart NYC for Atlantic City and hang out in Hilton Casino.
...We are SOOOO going to lose our luggage.
Day 3: A sojourn of Philadelphia including Independence Hall, Carpenter's Hall and the Liberty Bell (hoorah.) Then jet to (well i dunno about the jet part) Washington D.C. to tour Lincoln Memorial, Jefferson Memorial (that not-famous one), Capitol Hill (anthrax!), Washinton Monument (it's a phallic symbol, I swear!) and a picture in front of the Bush's Home. Staying at the DC Hilton.
Day 4: Leave for Harrisburg to visit Hershey's Chocolate World (chocolate looks like poop, you know) and then to Corning 'corny' Glass Center (where I will break some priceless artifact) and then to Niagara Falls for a night view. How romantic. Imaginary Bushie's son and I will fall madly in love until our eventual doom. Staying at the Adam's Mark Hilton.
Day 5: Horseshoe Falls, American Falls, Bridal Veil Falls, Goat Island, IMAX movie. A lot of towers that are potential targets for Boeing 747s. Tour Skydome Sports Complex, City Hall, University of Toronto, and Ontario Parliament Building. Staying at "Quality Hotel and Suites"
Day 6: Leave for Thousand Island (salad!), stop at Ottawa to tour Parliament building (oh yuck), and embassy district. Maybe I'll meet a hot canook. Arrive in Montreal and stay at Holiday Inn.
Day 7: Visit Mt. Royal, City Hall, Notre Dame Basilica (not the Hunchback one), then Boston to take in MIT, Harvard University, Boston Tea Party, and *gasp* a Lobster Dinner. (Holy shit. Poor Lob Geraldo Baldwin!)
Day 8: Still in Boston, visiting the Constitution, Freedom Trail, a U.S.S. Cassin Young Destroyer, and Quincy Market. (Where now?) Then we go home. Oi. I might spend my birthday with a debonair guy. Or not. Or the Asian tourists will sing happy birthday for me. Or maybe this will be the funnest experience of my life. My mom is going to get tickets sometime this week, and I am going to have a blast. Hey, one can dream.
---Monday, July 8th---
losing friends and allies and time and talent and sanity and hope and all that chock full of goodness stuff.
...sometimes it seems like the only thing i'm NOT losing is weight~!
Ai, so cynical. My brains are rotting in my skull. Mandy Moore was in that movie with Shane West, her next movie project is with Elijah Wood. All I can say is it isn't FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =(
meef.
Ah, Cest' la vie.
Ellen and I are going to go see RENT! In December! hehe yay!
Without You
Without you
Without you
The stars gleam
The earth turns
Without you
The crowds roar
The moon glows
The world revives
Without you
Without you
Without you
The mind churns
Without you... ---Saturday, July 6th---
I have SAT II class from 2-3:30 today. That's just banal. It should be illegal. I mean, stupid classes...why oh why oh why?
Anyhow, I uploaded the little survey I conducted last night with all complete replies. So here yay go: YM Magazine's 20 Hot Guys
---Wednesday, July 3rd---
update
Scottish hunk Ewan McGregor is doing a favor for his pal and director George Lucas - he's quitting smoking. The Trainspotting star plans to end his nicotine addiction before he begins filming Star Wars: Episode III next year. Ewan says, "George says it's a terrible and unhealthy habit. He's right and I've said I'll kick it before we work together again."
Yay!! I'm so happy! He will live longer and his singing voice will improve!!!
My opinion of George Lucas, the rich fat bastard who takes away my money, has improved just slightly.
***
jedichink8 (1:45:10 PM): the CPR mannequin was a bad kisser
---Sunday, July 1st---
Time asks no questions
Listen as your day unfolds
---Saturday, June 29th---
My mom thinks I've finished my boring math hw but i really haven't. I'm horrible. *sigh* Math is boring boring boring!!!!
Well, *twiddle*
JediChink8: hippos are good
JediChink8:
uLtra maN hEro: JediChink8: yes he did he was quite strange
composed spontaneously on AIM ---Tuesday, June 25---
Do you support TWAT?
Twat (the war against terrorism). It's twatty. Support it if you must, but beh beh.
I'm so excited I'm going to Hollywood tomorrow to watch LION KING! *Bouncy*
I am the uberlegomermaidjediperson!!!
---Monday, June 24---
I was bored out of my brains today. I felt like carving my eyeballs out with a dull spoon. I'm not kidding. (summer school).
My teachers are nice, I guess. But health was a prolonged lecture about why health was important, and I learned 1 new thing today. 2 hours, one new thing. One. And SAT was math, and math will always, always, always be "blah".
On the upside, I found out my initial SAT score was better than Nick's. mee-hee-hee.
meh, *yawn*
gosh I was looking at beach pictures and I am getting fatter everyday...eww.w...I have a double chin or something. I need to stop vegging in front of the computer. ewwww. Okay, from now on I will excercize and eat healthy and stuff, right? because Jesus Christ, Mary, and Joseph I am the Goodyear Blimp. One day I will get carpal tunnel syndrome from all this endless typing, and i will die, and people will take my fatty lard and make candles. ---Sunday, June 23---
Update Just got back from CASC & tech... Genius got blue stuff on his face. Screwed around with fire, and the graham crackers DID burn green this time, thank you very much. Met some new friends, practiced my super shitting chinese. And you know those random kids from the CASC bonfire? they were back again! At CDM. Weirdos.
Anyhow, summer school and ACI SAT I & 2 practice. Damn.
***
Woke up today, did a practice SAT Test (ick, ick), showered, and packed for yet another sojourn to the beach...
No, I'm not turning into a surfer girl, people and organizations are just making my presence at the beach mandatory. Not that I mind, but I've still got saltwater and sand in body cracks and orafices from the last trip. But I have to go for political reasons. Diplomatically. I was promoted to Tech on accident (or because this certain senior had the hots for me, according to Yuki but I don't think so cuz I'm "minnaman")...but anyhow since I was promoted, now I have to make good with my, um, commitments and show up and be nice and act like I actually know stuff about computers. (which i really, really don't, just ask Tung.)
Okay, rant of the day. I don't like ________. And my mom was like, good for you and all that stuff, you really shouldn't _________ because it screws up everything. And she's right, but I still feel bad whenever I see ______. Yay. God I'm so picky and vindicative when it comes to ______.
Fill in the blank and IM me.
off i go to CASC and then TECH STAFF party.
---Saturday, June 22---
I'm just cleaning my room. I got an A in chemistry, hoorah, huzza, huzza.
I still feel stupid tho, incredibly stupid, (so embarassing!) because *he who shall not be named* got 800 on his SATIIC math and 790 on his SATII writing. As if he needed score choice. The little overly intelligent booger strikes again. What a genius. People like him should not be allowed to breed, so future generations will not have to suffer the pain of being utterly astonished by the intelligence of their betters. Gosh I feel stupid, *you who must not be named*!!! =(
Meh, blah. Well, I'm off to SAT practice in about an hour, after a dentist appointment. (cleaning? well, i certainly need it.)
update Back from cleaning. Oh, for an ax. Anyhow, I need to get two wisdom teeth pulled when I am about 17 and a half. That's okay, I guess. As long as I am still beautiful, I will be happy. I'm cleaning out my room now, emptying an entire semester of busy work into the recycling bin. Happiness abounds.
Okay. Rant of the day:
Quote of the Day: "Everything terminates, face it bravely."
---Friday, June 21, 2002---
Mark graduates from 6th grade today but I can't go see him. It's 11:04AM right now and I'm in the Ass. V. Principal's office, but don't worry I'm not in trouble I've just been assigned boring secretarial work. Taking a break from copying and pasting things in Microsoft Word 97 to post on my website. Hoorah, huzzah.
So this is how grades have evened out:
I dunno, I might quit Tech Staff next year if I feel I can be doing other, better things. I have to force an open 2 or 3 so I can sit in on BioMed lectures. I think bringing my cousin into Tech was the worst thing I could've done. But whatever. It's something unpredictable but in the end it's right I hope you have the time of your life"
An A in Chem. An A in Chem and I will have a 4.0 for this semester. I need to get High Honors before I graduate so I can wear the gaudy yellow ribbon and tassel and make my homocidal-inducing asian parents proud.
One hour until school is over. One hour until my chemistry grade is finalized and I cry tears of relief or tears of anger, failure, and nasty stuff.
ABSOLUTE FAITH...
=(
*runs away from Wrath of Parents*
I'm going to the beach, so if I failed I will be sobbing in the dunes of lovely Corona Del Mar...from ~1-9PM
P.S. Wilmot, if you are reading this I hope you feel better. Absolute faith, okay? I believe in you so believe in yourself. Or I'll have to bop you on the head, and we wouldn't want that. *hugs*
---Monday, June 17h---
I updated a ton of stuff on my site. art is coming up soon (so time consuming!)
Tomorrow is judgement day #1 for chem. If I fail this i don't advance to the final round. =(
---Sunday, June 16th--
God I am such a nerd. I stayed up till 3:20 last night/this morning finishing up my AP euro project so I could study for Biomed today, but I'm not doing it. Instead I created the Definitive Final Exam for all high school students. Take a looksie.
---Friday, June 14th---
I think I did okay on my chem test today, but I hope I do perfect so I get 100+ percent which loosens my load for finals. I absolutely need to get really high As on this test, the final, and the last lab in order to secure an A in the class. I dunno what happened but I'm scraping along in Chem. Tung says I'm stupid to not already have an A in Wada. Obviously his skills of observation have improved tremendously since last year and it is an achievement which he should be commended for.
I need Freed...my grammar is falling apart again Ms. Freed...=(
We got our yearbook today, and that picture...that horrid picture...those horrid pictures...? Well, they did that on PURPOSE!
*twiddle* gosh, "Caught in the Sun" by Course of Nature is a really great song.
---Tuesday, June 11th---
"This guy, Padilla, is a bad guy," Bush said as he met with lawmakers at the White House to discuss his proposal for a Department of Homeland Security. "And he is where he needs to be -- detained." --CNN
How are we to have repsect for our president if the our press doesn't?
Of course, he was elected through unfair, unconstitutional means, but I digress. Bushie...well...
I can't really say anything. I'm only a kid.
I don't like that.
Anyhow I'm doing AP Euro right now doing a report on Artemisia Gentillschi.
---Monday, June 10th---
You know those days where you feel like you're falling apart at the seams?
Well, it's like that. Today I made one screw up after another screw up. I don't know why. Maybe I'm tired. Maybe I'm apathetic. Maybe I just complain a lot.
I'm so patronizing. Why am I so patronizing, why can't I practice what I preach?
Pontification sucks.
I'm tired of screwing up, but when do I ever do things right? I mean, I try to help people and they just take advantage of it. Or I try to help people and get screwed over in the process. So where does it all end? What does it boil down to? I'm not making a difference...nothing is changing. Would the world bat an eye if I dissapeared the next day? Life goes on. That's good. Except it goes on to its same old boring self.
For example, Bobby. Flipped his SUV and died, and everyone moped. And people were actually NICE to each other for a change the day it was announced at school. The next day life went on and the assholes went back to being assholes.
I guess I'm a silent bleeder with a low tolerance for pain. Or maybe not...maybe I gripe way, way too much and take way too much for granted.
Come to me now
That not everything is gonna be the way
Get the kids and bring a sweater
Days go by, I'm hypnotized The World is Burning Down.
(why am i so melodramatic?)
---Friday, June 7th---
Nothing much to say besides my BIOMED grade is falling apart. Georges the horny dolphin is out to get you...that sort of thing.
Lookie at what i composed:
---Thursday, June 6th---
I'm really tired. Yesterday my mom had a humpty dumpty (ella se cay�)and had to go to "la sala de emergencia". She went to the hospital and ha recibido siete puntos. Grumby.
Anyhow, lalalala here I am in tech staff, doing nothing again. I'm so unproductive. I should bottle my unproductiveness and sell it for money.
Or not.
I'm reading a book on Artemisia Gentillschi, a female artist from the 1600s. Her teacher raped her when she was seventeen and she became some sort of militant femminist. Her paintings are all full of Biblical and mythological heroines killing evil men or killing themselves so they aren't subject to evil men. It's cool. All of the evil men are depicted to look like guys she hates.
I feel exceptionally Lilithy right now. I was reading up on Lilith the other day. Apparently she's some sort of cultural-symbol-meets-cultist-symbol. The story isn't in Genesis but it takes place in Genesis and is referenced in Isaiah. Suppposedly god made Adam and Lilith out of the same dirt, so they were equal or something, but Lilith didn't like Adam so she ran away. Since Lilith was rebellious and all that good stuff they made Eve. So she was like, what, the first femmenist or something. Onward ho! Anyhow the angels caught up to her and tried to coerce Lilith to go back, and they threatened to kill babies until she did...Or she threatened to kill babies until they went away or something. So she let babies die for the sake of femminism cuz she is evil. Bwah ha ha.
You know, for some reason the CSF literay magazine didn't publish any of my entires. I knew I shouldn't have pissed of Sufi. I was joking but I guess she took it seriously. oh well, you can't win them all.
Except I'm going to have to go home and tell my mom I didn't win anything in the Lit Magazine, that they didn't even bother to publish my stuff. And she's going to get mad and snarl and tell me that all my writing is a waste of time and I should give up on the writing stuff because it isn't worth the shits and I should concentrate on becoming that wonderful doctor who kills and destroys everything.
Bah.
School webblocker is stupid.
I want a pet hippopotamus.
---Tuesday, June 4th---
Sticky keyboards suck. I swear. The keyboard I'm using right now has a sticky shift key, and it's bothering the heck out of me because I'm used to using the right shift key and not the left.
I'm in Tech Staff class right now by the way. *sniffle sigh*
Oren just told me to go to Mlab, except Mlab is closed for construction and has been for the past 6 weeks. So I really don't know what's up. Then he drove by in his little golf cart with Garison and acted all grumpy. Great. I won't let it bother me that much.
I went kayaking for the first time on Saturday!!! It was fun...Karen, Yumi and I went into the same kayak, but we kept on getting stuck in the shallows and I had to get out and push. At first we didn't know how to row, so we kind of went really slow and around in circles, but soon we were scampering around in our little boat just like everyone else. It was great, Mr. Wada gave me a ride there. Just one small problem--I think I left my socks in his car. ooops. (shhh!)
After Kayaking I went to the CASC bonfire with Sarah Muppa and we hijacked a firepit in Corona Del Mar. It was pretty fun, I met a ton of new people from Troy High and stuff. Setecai didn't go tho, he had to study. I was hunting for him there. I also met this one guy from Laguna who was pretty spiffy. Potato chips are flammable, Graham Crackers burn green, and I taught myself how to roast the perfect marshmallow. All in all we had a lot of fun, and I was put on the semi-cabinet...I'm now officially in charge of all the Conference Packets, so if ever you see one, know it was my crappy work that did it.
Schools boiling down and I'm getting pretty lazy. I spent about $100 at the bookstore Sunday. That was spiffy. Sort of. I'm tired. My cousin is crazy and he drove Roman kazooey.
Hi Mike. Nazi's are evil. Give me the url to your blog so I can link you.
I also went to the AIDS walk on Sunday and walked 5 km picking orange peels and water bottles off the sidewalk. The booths were pretty cool. Someone ask to see my 'Condom Comebacks' wheel. It even comes with a backside that says 'No Hay Excusos Para Usar El Condon' or something like that (don't have it with me and I don't remember). Anyhow, if you're ever accosted by a Spanish Don Juan and he doesn't want to use a condom, I have plenty of spanish retorts for you.
I'm really heedless and stupid and tired. Yesterday was our last day with Kip Fluffer McKitty. We took at test on the genitals. Yes, cat balls. Except I was impulsive and stupid and I cost my group way too many points. DAMMIT...god I'm so stupid. Proof
Stupid isn't that bad. It lowers expectations and you can surprise them.
What's bothering me is how in character I am. I'm like the wimpy don't mess with me femminist with a depressed yet vindicative streak all rolled up in one. Like sushi. har har. Oprah, I'm not a queen bee or a wannabe. I'm just weird that's all.
C'est la vie. Anyhow, I'd better go help the poor chaps at Mlab even tho the building is closed move stuff. If the pimples in my face were wrinkles, I could rival Mother Theresa with my charity. (hmm...I should add that to the Minnaisms page)
---Friday, May 24th---
A lot of interesting stuff has happened recently, but I'm not sure if I can disclose it online. School is boiling down to an end, I have a coup in mind, I'm recruiting and disreputing...you know, the usual.
I have a lot of tests coming up and I need to get my summer school stuff done and drill for the SATs.
I want a car.
I'm going kayaking on June first with SSR!!! Anyone wanna come?
The National Honor Society doesn't live up to its word and uses favoritism. How honorable of them.
Journalism gave me a B for a story I spent 15 hours on them. FECK THEM.
I'm seeing the Lion King in June!!!
Thursday, July 11th: Complete 150 pages of Crime and Punishment and take test. 500 word vocabulary exam.
Friday, July 12th: SAT I Test #4. CASC sleepover a Sarah's house
Saturday, July 13th: Vicky's birthday party (get present!) OR Harvest Crusade. (drat. Two feet in two different boats)
Sunday, July 14th: Tentative brochure day for CASC?
Monday, July 15th: 130 SAT math problems due.
Tuesday, July 16th:600 word vocabulary exam. SAT II Math IC exam #4 Boomers with Tech Staff, maybe?
Friday, July 19th: Disneyland with Daniel and his Cerritos friends.
Saturday, July 20th: Driving School with Carmelle
Sunday, July 21st: Brian arrives in Irvine (tentative). Kenny's birthday!!! 25 whole years old! Call him and send best wishes.
Monday, July 22nd:SAT I Test # 5 and 130 math problems due.
Tuesday, July 23rd: 650 word test.
Wednesday, July 24th: SAT I/IIC class homework. Sentences. Watch out for detentions.
Thursday, July 25th: ACI Verbal Midterm. Midterm? WTF? I mean. Hooray. Essay on Crime and Punishment as well.
Friday, July 26th: SAT I Test #6
Saturday, July 27th: Driving School
Tuesday, July 30th: Fresh New Jedi Order book released in stores. Yay for Star Wars and consumerism. Then again, I've message boarded the author and he seems like a nice and talented guy, this one. He likes blood. Blood is good.
Wednesday, July 31st: My Sweet Sixteen. God forbid I've lived this long. Harry Potter fans go nuts cuz he is also a July 31st baby. Phantom of the Opera premieres at OCPAC.
Friday, August 2nd: Vacation in East coast begins (tentatively)
My mother wants to haul me across the country, no doubt in a stuffed tour with a bunch of farty, smelly, old asian people. I don't really want to be in a tour, because people treat you differently and rip you off. But my mom and brother are really bad at looking like they fit in. They dress like tourists most of the time anyway. This will be interesting. But who knows, maybe I'll meet an incredibly wonderful guy with bookish looks, a debonair smile, and intelligence to boot. He will be irresistable and we will fall madly in love while we travel throughout New England. Then I will find out he is a member of the clergy, the son of my sworn enemy, a transvestite, or George W. Bush's illegitimate child. This will unreparably severe the close relationship we formed over the course of 8 days. Or we'll just go back to respective cities, never to see each other again. Does anyone wanna come with me? Besides Mark?
The ground thaws
The rain falls
The grass grows
The seeds root
The flowers bloom
The children play
The poets dream
The eagles fly
Without you
The sun burns
But I die
Without you
The breeze warms
The girls smile
The cloud moves
Without you
The tides change
The boys run
The oceans crash
The days soar
The babies cry
Without you
The river flows
But I die
Without you
Colors renew
But I know blue
Only blue
Lonely blue
Within me, blue
The hand gropes
The ear hears
The pulse beats
The eyes gaze
The legs walk
The lungs breathe
The heart yearns
The tears dry
Without you
Life goes on
But I'm gone
Cause I die
Yukionna KL (1:45:16 PM): too bad
jedichink8 (1:45:21 PM): i don't think it liked me
Yukionna KL (1:45:27 PM): mine was quite...nice
jedichink8 (1:45:28 PM): completely unresponsive
Yukionna KL (1:45:37 PM): very firm chest
jedichink8 (1:47:09 PM): well, he had a nice nose
jedichink8 (1:47:12 PM): very squishy
Yukionna KL (1:47:33 PM): oh yes
Yukionna KL (1:47:47 PM): and he is quite clean
jedichink8 (1:47:52 PM): you just wanna smuch it with your finger
Yukionna KL (1:47:53 PM): thankfully
jedichink8 (1:47:58 PM): and make car honking noises
Yukionna KL (1:48:04 PM): terrible
jedichink8 (1:48:06 PM): *meep meep*
Challenge what the future holds
Try to keep your head up to the sky
Lovers, they may cause you tears
Go ahead, release your fears
Stand up and be counted. Don't be ashamed to cry
Herald what your mother said
Read the books your father read
Try to solve the puzzles in your own sweet time
Some may have more cash than you
Others take a different view
It goes on without you
Leaving you behind if you can't stand the pace
The world keeps on spinning
Can't stop it if you try to
The best part is danger staring you in the face
Challenge what the future holds
Try to keep your head up to the sky
Lovers, they may cause you tears
Go ahead, release your fears
You gotta be
You gotta be bad
You gotta be bold
You gotta be wiser
You gotta be hard
You gotta be tough
You gotta be stronger
You gotta be cool
You gotta be calm
You gotta stick together
All I know all I know love will save the day
uLtra maN hEro: really now?
i saw one walking down the street
it wanted something good to eat
i offered it a piece of bread
but it wanted to eat my head
i asked him why he wanted me so
and he answered that he didn't know
were they hungry hungry hippos?
who liked to dance the disco?
and do all sorts of things
and wear gold chains and rings?
i think he was a bit derranged
POTATO HARVEST
The New York Times Bestelling Novel
A while back I found out my ________ was ________. Which was okay, I could deal, until I found out my ________ also was _________ and the _________ was ________. Which was weird, I suppose, but I tolerated it marginally until I realized what a __________ was, and that they were both in for _______. And I was like, well, sucks for me, especially since in the past I __________ and ______ not to but still did. But now I have to deal with _______ and this ___________ of __________. But I don't think ________ realizes what a __________ this is, cuz there are ______ people out there who want to take your _________ and sanity besides. Also, ________ else thinks that I am totally _______. Which is a good or bad thing either way you look at it. Additionally, _______ was in a ________, and now I'm worried _______ is saddened and __________. And then there's this ______ I ______. Well, I'm not sure I _______, yet, because he is way ________ and doesn't ________ a ______ with a room temperature _____. All I know is, like all other things in my life, this is all gonna end in ______.
(If you can fill in all the blanks, I'll give you a reward.)
Begining Journalism: A ("your writing's solid, an A unless you slacked" quoth Braun")
Spanish 2: A- confirmed
Advanced Biomedical Studies: B/B+ (88% Can you believe it? I told you I'm a horrible doctor, mom!)
Chemistry: A/B (just took my final. HARD ASS SHIT. >_< absolute faith)
AP European History: A (yeah, baby! Whoo!)
Tech Staff: P (What I'm doing right now, incidentally)
You guys still love me, right? Right?
*bloop*
I'd give anything
Just to hear your voice
I could have passed you on the street
Without saying a word
Most times I miss the voice that goes unheard
You got caught in the sun
What if I did something
Never to be undone
People everywhere
How could I be sure If it's you
That I have been looking for
What would it take for me
To be comfortable
With you, with me
You're the chosen one
What if I missed you
You got caught in the sun
What if I did something
Never to be undone
You are there for me
This I hope and pray
You will wait for me
I won't be too late
And lay your hands over me
Even if it's a lie
Say it will be all right
And I shall believe
I'm broken in two
And I know you're on to me
That I only come home
When I'm so all alone
But I do believe
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly you won't give up on me
And I shall believe
And I shall believe
--"I Shall Believe" by Sheryl Crow
Dry is good and wind is better
Count the years, you always knew it
Strike a match, go on and do it
I'm walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire
Light the sky and hold on tight
The world is burning down
She's out there on her own and she's alright
--"Sunny Came Home" by Shawn Colvin
and i know i have zits
but at least i have wits
despite my lack of tits
*brainfart*
Okay maybe not.
