today karen left me for her booooooyfriend again, without notice. she just took her shoes out and she was gone with him. then i got a phonecall from my parents telling me to get dressed because "we" were going out to eat, but i told them that karen left me. (how terrible!) anyway, my parents got mad that she left and said, "who cares about her. let's go out to eat". then my mom asks if she had a key . . . no, she didn't . . . knowing that, she might get locked out. and so we left. my mom made me sit in the front of the car next to my dad. ugg. it smelled up there andi don't like sitting up there anyway. oh well. my parents were arguing over which chinese restaurant we should eat at, but gosh, does it really matter? it's chiense anyway. they finally decided on one and we were finally in there. what did jennifer see when she walked in?

a giant mob of asian eaters. i was so loud that you could not even hear yourself talk BECAUSE of the swarm of asian eaters. each asian eater is equipped with a mouth that only knows how to chew while open. (yes, they also talk with their mouths full. loudly, too.) the host seater man seemed VERY gay. each table had that pink cloth over it, which soon will not be very pink BECAUSE people there have the propensity to spill and drop food onto it. when you pour tea out of the tea dispenser (tea dispenser? ), tea will spill out onto the pink cloth and cause a huge mess, though it is prone to happen and is very hard to prevent from happening. it is also very hard to get some refills of water. you will ask for some more water and you will not get it until 20 minutes later. what are they doing? the place is not that crowded.
the restroom life you may ask? well, it is dirty. very dirty inside. the female restrooms at least. i walk in and the only thing in my eyesight is a ton of used toliet paper lying around on the floor. this restroom in particular had three stalls. the large stall for the handicapped had it's toilet seat sticking up with "stuff" inside and the area around the toilet was wet. the second restroom had dirty water around the toilet again, except this time, someone tried to wipe it up with toilet paper. they just never finished the wiping up because the toilet paper was lying on the ground. to add to that toilet paper mess, there was even more toilet paper on the floor and on the wall. the toilet paper in the little sanitary trashcans has overflown onto the ground. (where is the maintenance?!?!) the trashcan provided also is filled with more toiletpaper and trash overflowing yet again. the third stall was the cleanest. (clean?) the floor was not wet. that is a good sign because no one missed aiming their ass over the toilet to pee. it is just that there was one of those toilet seat covers folded into a triangular pyramid and shoved into the hole of the toilet. the corners of that stall was filled with used toilet paper, but not as much as the other two.

my gosh that was scary.

after the whole chinese restaurant incident, my dad wanted to go to rowland heights to see his old friends in the supermarket, but the traffic was too heavy so he took me to the mall instead so i can spend his gift certificate. well i got a phonecall from karen and i killed it since i picked up and said that we left her. now she would never go back to the house and get locked out. oh well . .

oh yes. my parents did a good deed to this umm . . vietnamese or whatever man at the other supermarket. there is this smelly fruit that is on sale and everyone was buying it because it was just soooo cheap. this vietnamese man wanted to get two of the smelly fruits, but as it turns out, he did not have the VIP card to get it cheap. my parents were right behind him and wow, we let him borrow it so it saved him money. . . okay that wasn't so interesting.

fiction plane's if only

hm, i am a sad loner. my parents stupidly want to have a after new years day party and want me to invite all of my friends. but sadly, i don't know who to invite. this is where the idea of me being a loner comes from. indeed, i am a sad loner. *sighs* it's not like i don't have friends or anything, but . . i'm just not close enough to actually want them over at my house meeting my parents and talking to my cousins and stuff. bah . . just what is the fun in having a party anyway. some chinese crap. watch my parents cook rice for people to eat. how gross. they are going to make this "party" super chinese.

i have a pervert mom. it is scary. she likes to touch my butt. i don't have a nice butt. why does she like to to touch it so much?

reminder: hugs gladly accepted. scroll until you see my hug counter.

definition of dreaded dotted line- (n.) the line on a graph that shows the decrease in the level of running.
example: as you run, you get better and the level rises up on a straight line on a graph. the dotted line shows a curve downward. get it?


"avoid the dreaded dotted line", mr tomasulo says. well mr tomasulo, i have something to say. avoiding the dreaded dotted line is inevitable! i just can't do it coach. you told the team that we should train on our own during the winter break. well, I DIDN'T! i went out once, just once for a run on saturday. it was less than a mile too. there was something in my toe. i'm not kidding nor was i making up an excuse to stop running but there seriously was something in my dumb toe. it's a sign i say. a sign that i am not meant to be a runner. well i knew that already. i hate running. but i still was not able to manage a damned mile. darn. normal practice days, ha, over three miles, but i couldn't even manage less than a mile because i have fallen. FALLEN BELOW THE DREADED DOTTED LINE!

CRAP!

i guess that my dotted line explaination didn't make much sense, so here is a drawing i did. i tell you, the writing i put on it is really ugly since i cannot write anymore. it's a curse that was bestowed upon me during winter break!

oh my, the picture is rather small . . >.< that is why you click on it and a bigger one comes up. yay!!

yesterday after the "gathering with food" thrown by my parents, jenny and i decided that we would actually go out and run today. we both realized that we have fallen below the dotted line and felt . . ashamed? not really but we felt bad and knowing that we are going to start straight into tough training again, we had to get into the mood of running again. so we ran today and we were able to withstand 50 minutes of it. wellllll, we could have gone on longer, but there was a wild, crazy dog that could have rabies and looked hungry that was wandering around the streets. heck, we weren't going to risk it and stopped and turned back. we ran just about 4 times around the eh . . . block after block? and there were these kids that even dared asked if we were tired. does it seem like we were tired? and one of those kids were like, i can run faster than you. so what little brat, we were going for endurance. could they have gone for 4 block after blocks each about a mile each? little brat kid. i could have ran faster but i was saving myself. psh. surprisingly , i wasn't tired and i could have gone on for three more block after blocks because we weren't going that fast anyway and my muscles didn't cramp up at all. jenny on the other hand had side aches and wanted to stop. but we were running down that second block and i saw this weirdo brown fuzz run by and i thought that it was an oversized squirrel. we turned and i saw it on the corner of the first block that we skipped and that creepy thing was a dog! a loose dog. a loose wild coyote dog! psh. oh yes. the horniness. jenny and i were running and we got three honks. the first two were honks. then there was a kiss from some person in the car. it wasn't even a blown kiss. it was a kissy face. AT US! then there was yet another honk. yuck. of course there were numerous stares, but those 4 old men just had to show their horniness. crazy desperate old men.

what a nice quiz . .

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Moderate
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	Moderate
Dependent:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

yes. that is exactly what i said. i was just trying to finish my lunch in time before the bell rings and this thing flies by. it was a bee right next to me. obviously i freak out but i don't make a big deal about it (not like i used to). but then it swoops down and lands on karen's arse! so i scream loudly and all eyes are diverted my way. what was it i yelled out in horror? "THERE'S A BEE ON YOUR BUTT!!". oh yes. such wonderful words. it was so scary, yet it was hilarious at the same time. the guys who sit on the seinor circle all throw their heads back in laughter and what had just happened. how sad.

a question that needs to be answered belowwww.

today was the first day of school. (oh darn) i was finally starting to enjoy my winter vacation despite the boredom. i was used to waking up at 1 throughout the entire winter break, so i was afraid that i couldn't wake up in time for first period. so i leave my phone on and set the alarm to go off at 6:30. i shot up in bed at 6 o' clock. how wonderful. it was freeezing by the way. so i lied in bed trying to get just 30 minutes more sleep because that will prove itself useful. but i couldn't. i looked at my pocket where i kept the phone because it was on vibrator and i noticed how bright the light was. . how odd. though i don't know why because the light is never that bright. anyway. first period i walk in at 7:15 and i fall into the chair and i got used to the warmth of the classroom since it was freezing outside. i saw mr nguyen and all of the horrible memories flooded back into my brain. ugggg. what a terrible day. the entire day was like that. i felt my bottom eyelids stuck on my face and that it couldn't quite cover up my eyeball. my sleeping time obviously got cut in half which is why my eyelids were stuck.

just how did my classes go? mr nguyen was being his usual mean self and he keeps talking about useless things such as grades and how he feeeeeels about the class instead of actually teaching us. it's not like anyone actually listens to him since he repeats himself every single time. then in spanish, i get called on to tell the class what this painting was about and how the people in the painting felt in spanish. oh darn. that wasn't fun. i couldn't say a lot of words that i wanted to say about the picture. psh. and then stupid aproberts just sits there and asks us, what does sentir mean? no one answers so i say "to feel" and mr aproberts is happy. then he asks another question. what does pedir mean? well i obviously didn't know that one because i never learned that word. then i see mr aproberts move his entire body so he can look to me for the answer. hello. if i don't blurt the answer out like how he wants me to, then that means that i just don't know what it means. i know pedir prestado, but not plain pedir. bah. nothing really interesting happened though. all of my classes were a bore. in art though, my teacher was disappointed in the test grades and was explaining what the answers were and such and made everyone move up. then she tells us about how poorly we did on one and two point perspective. bah. so she tells me and this freshman jenny to go up and demonstrate how to do it. woohoo. not. she always picks on me to go up in front of the class to do stuff. i don't see whyyyyyy. her reason behind telling me to go up is because i did extremely well on the test. bah. i hate school now. laziness has taken over. ahhh! and in crosscountry, my legs cramped up since i didn't run in a while. HAHA. that's what i get. i don't think tomasulo noticed though. i still think that i did fairly well today though since some of the faster people didn't lap me. har har. OH YES. i forgot to mention that weird thing i saw while gawking at the crosscountry pictures that finally came in with jenny in front of her house. we stopped and i saw this weird beaded(sorta) thing stuck on the corner of her lawn. it had foil tips and there was metal inside. what was it? i don't really know. but i did take some pictures. tell me what it is!

really though. they are. there is a set of electromagnetic waves that is being set off from some tower that will soon come out to get us. the people who have started this idea just went through with it monday, january 5, 2004. why do i say this?

ever since school yesterday, i felt that i was on a bad hair day. and i never am because my hair is so cooperative if i wash it correctly and such, and i did sunday night. anyway, at school yesterday, i felt that my hair was just sticking to my face. i also felt it flying around. all of that was due to static. i obviously thought that i just didn't wash my hair well enough and i thought that i would do a better job that night while washing my hair. but no, i washed it well and it still flew up and clung to my face. other girls are experiencing the exact same difficulties with their hair. it just keeps sticking up and sticking to their faces. i even shocked this creepy guy david with my hair because there is just so much static going around.

the other day i was watching chip and dale rescue rangers and they played this little thing and the villians were doing something with the electromagnetic waves and the only way they went about it was through a giant pie tower. well this doesn't have to be a pie tower, but indeed, it is a tower and some people are out to get us.

all i can say is . . . YOU BASTARD! gosh i hate my chemistry teacher. i email him asking why we have to do things hisssssssssssssssss way because i don't like hisss damned way. and then he condescends me and says that i should stop asking questions such as what i did because he has more "EXPERIENCE". in caps as what he wrote. that dumbfuck teacher of mine. he thinks that just because iiii took chemistry means that i am going on to AP chemistry. i don't think so mr nguyen. you have ruined the entire concept of chemistry by making me do things your fucking way you stupid teacher. there are different friggen ways to do things. i don't necessarily need to do it your stupid way that just wastes room. and there he goes bitching at me for finding myself an easier way just like everyone else that sees that they can just simplify the friggen numbers. okay now. i am tempted to sneeze on him.

okay so this isn't much of a letter, but still, i would loooooooove to say it to this friken teacher of mine. he should get FIRED. that bastard.

a little help. the perfect kind of person to ask this question to is a horny guy. (doh) FATTYWOMPUS: yo homie JnnCut: i'm your homie? FATTYWOMPUS: yeah FATTYWOMPUS: you be coolness FATTYWOMPUS: and hottness JnnCut: ehh . . i don't think so JnnCut: i'm not cool nor am i even close to being hot FATTYWOMPUS: id hit that FATTYWOMPUS: lol JnnCut: how do you hit that? FATTYWOMPUS: j/k FATTYWOMPUS: i wouldnt FATTYWOMPUS: i was making a sexual referance JnnCut: how? answer the how. i don't get it. am i that naive or are there others who do no understand the whole sexual reference part as well?

my mom watches this MVP Valentine chinese soap opera thing and i actually watched one of the episodes that time she was trying something with my ear to cure me (which didn't work and left me half deaf for a few days. it's going away though). anyway, they kept playing this one japanese or korean song (i can't distinguish it) and it was just the absolute greatest thing i heard. so the day after that and today, i have been searching everywhere for this MVP Valentine song. I finally found the soundtrack and attempted to find every single song on it through search engines, and at last, i did it. but that one song wasn't there. it wasn't on the stupid soundtrack. that was hurtful, they play that song a million times on it. psh. then i finally searched again and this one girl's webjournal thing said that she found three extra songs that weren't on the stupid soundtrack and i knew two of them weren't it right away, so it left hal or whoever. after 20 minutes, i found it.

at last, i can do my homework without getting distracted by trying to find a song from a chinese soap opera. i feel so stupid

HAL's Injury

i am obsessed. heh. karen got me hooked to this aeropostale virtual world site. as it turns out, aeropostale is a clothing line. wow. i never heard of it though. heh. and on the first night (okay it was past midnight, but it's considered night time to me), i met the absolute nicest guy out of mistake. i was having a little fun and decided to follow this one person around, and i scared the hell out of him. as he cried for help, this eliwood person shows up to his rescue to take me away from him. and now i'm glad that he came tohelp him. heh.

well i used my camera phone to take a picture of the virtual world with me and him in this little virtual room, just because i might never see him again because all of these terrible things happen to him and he is VERY fortunate to be alive. just for memories.
though it is kind of weird, because the camera sees more than i do. it sees these little lines running up the screen, even though i can't see it with my own eyes. i should make a screen shot next time.

This has to be one of the saddest stories i've heard. watermelon sent it to me so don't mind the abbreviations and such.

Girl: Baby, slow down please..Youre scaring me cuz your going too fast.
Guy: K, well first tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine then. I love you, I love you, I love you! Now will you please slow down?
Guy: Hmmmmmm. Gimme the biggest tightest hug ever!
She gives him the biggest hug ever
Girl: Will you slow down now?
Guy: Alrite baby, but could you take out my helmet? Its kinda bugging me.
The girl takes off the helmet and puts it on
Girl: Now baby, can you slow down please?

The next day an article was in the newspaper. It reported that two people were involved in a motorcycle accident and only one had survived. It turned out that while on the highway, the boyfriend had notice that his breaks were down and knew that he was about to be involved in an accident. So instead of worrying his girlfriend, he just asked for his final I love you, final hug, and he gave her his helmet to wear so that she would survive, even though it meant he had to die.

i asked for confirmation on whether it was true or not . . and it's true.

jennifer haven't written in this thing in a while. so jennifer thought that she would say hi, jennifer is alive. what has been going on with jennifer so far? well today, she expereinced a mental shut down, which then led to her being very irritable. she couldn't help it. while jennifer worked with karen and brian (the others weren't working), the remaininghelpers played around and were extremely loud. they disobeyed rules, and some just kept on whining about the stupid winter formal. jennifer doesn't care about the winter formal. how stupid and annoying.

today was also kind of stupid for jennifer because tomasulo made jennifer run two miles at any pace she wanted. jennifer was happy to hear that and thought that she could walk since tomasulo wasn't watching and that she was very tired from the five miles yesterday. so she walked and did two miles and came back. tomasulo said that he was proud of her. HAHA! very pathetic considering that jennifer walked. oh well. tomasulo was mean on thursday. he called jennifer unproportional. that isn't nice.

everyone keeps fighting for jennifer's cameraphone. it is just a phone. brian has a camera phone as well; why don't they fight for his camera phone?

jennifer became busgirl and wiped tables, but the penis made them dirty by bouncing a dirty basketball on the table.

jennifer also got her PSAT scores and is very disappointed in them. Jennifer feels stupid after taking the test. She feels that overall, her english sucks.

i used to like going on the internet--to talk. it was fun. i was able to talk to just about anyone i wanted to, just as long as i had their screenname. But lately, i just don't feel like talking anymore. The people on the messengers have become rude, obnoxious, and all of that what not.

yahoo messenger: the only people who IM me on that thing are these crazy pakistanian people who are so demanding. their grammar is awful, and all they care about is a picture or whatever. well i don't want to send a picture. i'll probably scare the hell out of them anyway. The crazy pakistanian people just don't know when to stop. If they say hi and i don't respond, they will continue saying hi at least ten more times. Then they will start asking, "are you there???" and buzz me.
If it isn't a crazy pakistanian person, it would be some other foreign mexican/ puerto rician (sp?), or any kind of person of a hispanic background. again, their grammar is bad enough to distract me from the whole concept of the conversation. this is a real conversation i had with one of them:

person: hola jenny
me: hi
person: como te llamas?

i mean, what the hell is that? he just said my name. well not really since i hate being called jenny and that isn't my name, but is still a form of my name that he got from my yahoo profile. how do they find me?! >.<

AIM: everyone has AIM (except for canadians, since they tend to use msn messenger instead). everyone on AIM talks in ebonics and stupid abbreviations because they think that it is oh-so cool. To add to that, everyone on AIM seems to just talk to me so they can ask me questions on homework. I have resulted to changing my screenname, just to avoid them. If it is not homework, they ask me other stupid questions. Sometimes, random people find me from who knows where and says, "can we play a game? I ask you a question and you get to ask me a question." uh, i don't think so person. They will just end up asking all of these personal questions because that happened to little naive jennifer when she was eleven. I just don't like talking on it because I end up saying something incredibly stupid (which sounds better in my head). When i say something stupid, it makes the person hate me. (wow-ee)

msn: okay i rarely even use this one. i only talk to pershgn on it and he's going to leave for BASIC in march since this applications screwed over the last time he was going to leave me.

i also go onto aeropostale, that virtual world thing that my sister got me addicted to. that site is a great time killer, but really, whenever i go on it to find friend, poob, or that other dude, i waste two hours of my day trying to find them or just plain talking to them. I can't do any of my homework while i'm on that site since the words disappear in 30 seconds or so. I have to be focused while on it.

this brings an end to messengers or any other form of communication for me.

holepunchers are not fun. they are only fun when they don't hurt you. i like to press on the holepunchers because the level thing moves up and down, but when you holepunch your hair, that is not fun. holepunchers like to lie in the middle of the room, too. (who's fault is that? it's my fault, but let's pretend it isn't for the sake of this blog) With the holepuncher lying in the middle of the room on the floor, you are bound to step or kick it. Well i did. my foot hurts. holepunchers are not fun.

being given a ton of compliments isn't exactly what i would call fun. i mean, how are you supposed to respond to such words? ugg. why won't someone criticize me for once? instead of a ton of criticism i should be receiving, i get compliments on my looks. honestly, i'm not pretty. i am not hot. i am not the girl next door or whatever. i am not anything besides a stupid little ugly girl. why doesn't anyone believe me when i say that? i see myself every day in the mirror. i should know what i look like. i know that i am not any of those descriptions people give to me. i have also examined myself in the mirror once for art. what did i see? a ugly person. doh. i don't know where these compliments come from. ergh. just criticize me for once

yes, as the title so briefly explained, the Jennifer's Loners Foundation has begun. What is this Loners Foundation really? Well for those who go to school with me, today I was carrying this extremely large bag full of stuff. No one actually knew what was in this enormous bag unless they asked me. Well, they did. Inside the bag contained 16 pairs of capable running shorts and my running shoes. Just why did Jennifer bring 16 pairs of shorts to school? Because it is for her Loners Foundation. For those who have noticed, there is no lockerroom lady who supposedly watches your stuff while you are out for p.e during 7th period sports. The lockerroom lady is the one that supplies the students with shorts if they have forgotten them. Since there isn't a lockerroom lady to hand out shorts, I am able to provide those in need of shorts for whatever sport, with some capable running shorts. I have all sorts of sizes, so it is full-proof.

History: I have decided to start my own Loners Foundation because of one traumatizing experience. Last Thursday, I stupidly grabbed a pair of too short shorts. In the lockerroom, I put them on noticing that they were rather tight and short. The image of me running an hour nonstop in those things was unbearable. It was traumatizing. Just plain awful and I would cry if I had to wear such unbearable shorts that revealed too darned much. The shorts scrunched up when I moved my leg. Luckily that day, I was able to find someone who had an extra pair of shorts. Welllllll, this will never happen again with my new full-proof Loners Foundation.

Bravo.

it is very annoying. i cannot beat my PR. each wednesday for the time trials, i try as hard as i can. for some reason, tomasulo doesn't have a different event for us to try our best at besides the half mile. i hate the half mile. youhave to sprint the entire way. anyway, the first time i tried this event, mr tomasulo gave me a time to come in by. 3 minutes and 30 seconds. i tried it and i came in at 3.22. how wonderful. that is the best i can do, though. each time we do that timed trial for the half mile, i always come in at 3.22. one time i came in at 3.23, but that was because i was still in the healing process. My personal record cannot be beat! ugg. and it sucks. every time i come in, 3.22. hearing 3.22 being read off disappoints me, too. it makes me think, 'if i only pushed myself a little bit harder, i could have come in a second or two faster'. puh

i, jennifer, get phone fright. it's kind of like stage fright, but over the phone. when i have to talk on the phone, i forget every little thing that i planned on saying. such as today, i called edwin's grandpa to say happy new year in chinese and all of these other chinese phrases for chinese new year. But when I got on that phone, i forgot how to say gong hay fat choy or whatever. i forgot how to say sun hay tien hon or something. it is really sad. he was just on the phone laughing at my phone fright and my absent-mindedness. this is sad.

i've always been known for not dressing in stylish clothing. I've even been called ugly because of the way I dress. but lately, i've been getting so many compliments on my clothing and style. why? I'm wearing the exact same stuff that I have been wearing for quite some time. I rarely go shopping for clothing unless I absolutely needed something. The last time I did, I bought the same kind of unstylish clothing that I normally buy, but it's different now. I keep getting compliments on my clothing . . . girls ask me where I get my clothing . . or ask me where i got my ugly 'ol haircut because my barber was the absolute greatest, but in reality, i went to some cheapo chinese dude who didn't know how to cut hair. or they say things such as, "i like your pants". that is scary. they have never liked my stuff before, so i must ask, why now?

so let me get something straight. i am not fashionable. i am not stylish.

i don't kill crickets. good for me. it is very sad killing them. they are harmless little creatures. i mean, sure, their antennas hurt when it breaks off and it stings for a while, but that's just how it is. even if the sound many crickets chirping is just plain annoying, and even if some of the crickets are reallyreally really x10 ugly, they do not harm you in any way, so i do not kill them.
what gets me the most is when the crickets are stupid enough to jump into the toilet. they just explore my house, jump around and plop. they land in the toilet. then here i come along and find that cricket in the toilet staring at me or swimming around. i would love to save that stupid cricket, but how do you save it when it lands in the toilet? yes, sadly enough, this is the time when i kill crickets. i am a murderer when it comes to this point.

question: what does jennifer do when she finds a cricket in the toilet?

answer: she simply flushes that stupid cricket down therefore killing the creature.

"shirley, i want you to push a little bit harder in the middle. i don't want you saving up your energy", he says. puh. you bstard. couldn't you see that i was pushing as hard as i could in the middle? couldn't you tell by the facial expression i had on in the end? couldn't you tell by the way my legs wobbled in the end? huh?!
gosh, i was just trying to catch up to brain in the end of the figure eight, i used up every little bit of energy i had left to try catching up to him, even though i never reached him. i didn't speed up much either since the rest of my energy was gone. G-O-N-E gone! grrr. he can't tell me that i have to push harder in the middle and stop saving up my stupid energy. i wasn't! i was at competition speed. puh. he only has the right to tell me that i should push harder only if he saw me run the entire figure eight thing, which is very dangerous by the way because we were jay-running across the street with cars moving and everything.
he gets me so angry. and why am i shirley? my name is jennifer, not shirley.

edit: due to recent pervertedness, i would like to say that this does not have anything gross reasoned into it. it is simply about running. not anything dirty, okay?

i don't think anyone cares about my condition at the moment but i feel like screaming and yelling it out to the world. today was crap. (yes i know i said that) the night before finals, i stay up a bit late studying for chemistry and i start to feel kind of sick in the stomach. then i try going to sleep but i can't because my stomach feels like crap. i end up waking up at 3 am with the sudden urge to throw up, but nothing comes out. i try going back to sleep again and i do. i get the lovely chance to wake up at 6:30 for my final and when i wake up, i throw up. how wonderful. i couldn't even stand without leaning on something. anyway, i am forced to go to school because to my stupid finals (notice the plural) since i cannot make them up. i couldn't even keep my head up in class. after finishing my final, my head fell on the table because i was not able to support it and i didn't even get to check over my work. that was crap. same with spanish. after taking the finals though, i was able to go home. *relief*

i am going crazy and losing minutes of my valuable study time for finals trying to figure out how the hell do you do this shongo problem. i already spent three hours trying to do this. ugg. for those who do not know what a shongo netwok problem is, it is one of those picture things where you cannot lift your pencil or go over any of the same line things. i know i said that i wouldn't post any pictures, but this one is small enough. so if anyone can solve this stupid thing, please and i beg of you to tell me.

am i going pop on everyone? first it was english pop when i was in 6th grade or something. but i grew out of that stage and moved onto a different kind of music. i soon began to like rock, alternative, emo, punk. but i grew out of a few of those stages and heard a new kind of music (which wasn't that new at all). i heard of trance and all of that dance stuff on bpmtv <-- canadian dance channel. yes, i liked that, too. and the stuff on edge tv(canadian rock channel) which soon closed down or something because i didn't get the channel anymore. anyway. my point being is that perhaps i'm going pop on everyone yet again. but not the english pop. foreign pop. spanish, japanese, and korean. i thought that was bad enough already, but now . . . it's german. the sad part is . . i don't understand a word. har! i can pick up bits and pieces of spanish, but not any of the other stuff.
i've always been scared of the german language. it's what they do with their throat, which makes it sound like they are going to bite my head off. but my sister shows me a german pop song and it is sooo pretty. so perhaps now i'm becoming a pop freak yet again.

Yvonne Catterfeld's Du hast mein herz gebrochen

i was looking at people from my school's xanga because that is the only thing they use, and they all seem to have this movie list. and now i look at tabulas, and everyone has that silly movie list as well. please tell me what exactly is the point in it? they are just 100 movies. it's not like it contains every single movie out there so you can bold every single movie that you have ever seen in your life. yeah, then you can really show off what you have seen. but of course, browsing through thousands of movie titles and bolding the very few that you have seen is pointless . . . as bolding these 100 movies.

how do guys and girls go shopping together? i do not understand how that works. the girl would rather go to girly stores or try on clothing and the guy would rather go to video game stores or . . music stores or other guy stuff. and when they come together . . .

1) one of the genders will be bored
2) girls torture the guys by making them go to bra stores
3) girls make guys feel like pimps
4) guys and girls listen to beautiful music from the pianist playing it

and when all hope is lost, they shall ride the little kiddy train in the mall.
now that was fun.

pictures? (psst. you can find a picture of me in there) i warn you of the bad quality of the train pictures because you know, my camera phone can only do so much.