i'm an animal killer. it's awful, i know. my mother probably was tired of hearing how cold i was because my dinky sweaters were too darned thin to keep me warm. what she did was that she went to that chineshy fair for the chinese new year, and found a warm jacket for me. she drove all the way back home (okay my dad drove) and told me about it, and of course, i was interested because i hate freezing my arse off and getting sick. so they drove all the way back there and we suffered through the large crowds and everything and found the same stand with the warm jacket. i saw it, my eyes dialated, and i didn't like it. it looked as if someone killed an animal to make the thing. my gosh i was right! they did. my mom really wanted to buy that darned thing for me and she did. she expects me to wear it, too. creepy. so now i am the owner of an animal-skin jacket. someone shoot me -- i'll be wearing an animal soon.

why is everyone asking me if i'm watching "the game"? hello, i didn't even know there was a "game" today. when someone asked me, "are you watching the superbowl today?", i had to think for 30 seconds to try to recall whatever the heck the superbowl was.
i have better things to do than watch some dinky football game because you know, i really don't like football. it's an extremely boring sport that i don't see a point in. a bunch of big guys in tight tight pants run and attack each other. they throw a weird shaped ball, they scream out words that i don't understand and sound like dogs. they run some more trying not to get trampled over by other big guys.

number one: tight pants are creepy.
number two: watching people run around a big field is boring.
number three: people who immitate dogs bother me
number four: i would like to be able to know what the people say
number five: people beating other people up is not appealing

so please stop asking me if i am going to watch, watching, or watched the game. do not ask me if i know who won. do not ask me if i know who played against who. do not ask me if i saw some guy throw a ball. do not ask me anything about this whole football thing.

Yellowcard's Only One

it's funny. i like to watch annoying people IM me and continuously ask where i am. a typical conversation (well not really)

person: hi
person: hello
person: hi
person: hellooooooooo
person: HI!
person:
person: hellooooo?
person: are you there?
person: how are you?
person: *BUZZ*
person: why won't you talk to me?
ten minutes later . . . .
person: hi
person: i know you are there
person: talk to me
person: hi
person: helloo
person: where are you?
person: HII!!!
person: hello

blah blah blah. it goes on and on like that

now why won't these silly people take a hint that i don't want to talk to them? why won't they think that perhaps i really am not there? do they enjoy talking to themselves? i don't get it. i really don't. but it's funny yet annoying. especially if i have to constantly close their box.

ha! i have tried to copy sark with his study skills and use him as a role model for myself because a person like me cannot live on 5 hours of sleep. i have failed. i attempted to finish my homework by nine, eat, and take a shower all before ten o clock, and when the clock strikes ten, i would go to sleep. it seemed full proof and if a person like him can do it and remain smart, then i could, too. hah! that is all i can say. i don't know how that guy does it. i need guidance, self discipline. anything! i told my friend jenny about it and she gave me two days. two days she said! it wasn't even one day and i have failed. the computer taunts me. this horrid thing. i get distracted too easily and that is probably the only reason why i'm writing in this thing right now. ay, i must try to fulfill what i have set out to do. go to sleep at ten with all of my work finished. good day

i don't mean to disrupt myself from my effective study skills, which aren't working by the way, but i have something else that i must say because it's really biting me in my butt.

people who think that they can go far with poetry should reconsider. they think that they are oh-so great because they can write a cheapass poem with no meaning to it besides the fact that they are complaining about some stupid thing that happened in their life, such as a heartbreak. i can tell when a person can become a good writer, but gosh, not poetry. a good poet knows how to weave their message into the poem without having it flat out and open to you. the topic of the poem can be flat out and simple, but not stupid. gosh. people think that they have written a magnificent poem just because they wrote a bunch of lines of equal length that rhymes and is just the littlest bit coherent. well i don't think that poem is great. puh. those writers don't even know of the little poetical devices that can make the poem a whole lot better.
the crappiest part about this is that a ton of these wannabe poets ask me to read their poems and tell them what i think. don't get me wrong, i like to read what people write. stories and all of that whatnot. i'll read a poem. sure. if it sucks, then i'll never want to read another one again because it will alllllllllll be the same. i don't want to read stupid rhyming lines. i can write a line that rhymes. look. there once was a pig that lived in a wig. WOW! is jennifer great or what? that is what the poem sounds like to me. ay. i mean, i can give them a little something for their attempt to write, but i don't think poetry is a strong point in the MANY people who have asked me to read their poems or songs or whateverr! grr!

i have another stupid english project. it's not just another stupid english project, it's another stupid english group project. yes, that can bite me smack on my butt yet again. the groups that my teacher assigns never work. to top it off, david smith is in my group again. again! the last time i was in a group with him, he lied to me and didn't write his stupid rationale so i had to write it for him. puh. the last time he kicked me a bunch of times when i started to laugh while substituting for someone's part and doing my own part at the same time. i got bruises from that too. grr. to add to this atrocity, the oral is next wednesday, and i have to dress up. that hurts. i cannot wear my regular clothing of which david smith says is loose so he can't check out my body (that sure was a wonderful thing to say. i'm glad they're loose even though i think that they're kind of tight). i have to wear a skirt . a horrendous skirt with a frilly collar thing. that is not cool. i don't own a skirt. bah. either that, or i will have to find myself a ladies' suit.

every morning before first period at 7:19, my stupid teacher isn't there. puh. anywho, we have to wait outside for him to come and my gosh it is freeeeezing cold. with one breath, i can see the thickest fog ever. yes, that is what i consider cold. and don't tell me to wear that jacket my parents got me. i am still scared of it. though i doubt that it is real right now because i plucked out some of the furry thing and i didn't see roots of the hair/fur so i think it's fake. it must be synthetic fur!
okay, i know that 45 degrees or however cold. it is isn't exactly what other people consider cold, but damn, it is freezing cold to me. this is why i have concluded that i cannot move to any snowy state, even if it does have a good college. how sad. i shall remain in california or something, so i won't die in the other state.

chant with me! "buhr! it's cold out/in here, there must be some buenos aires in the atmosphere!" har har!

i have to point out how annoying it is to hear a person say that life sucks. too bad if life sucks. gosh. it is also very annoying to hear, "i want to die! life treats me badly! life sucks!" blah blah blah. i'm pretty damned sure that someone else has gone through what you did. well here is what i have to say.

shut up!

okay not that, but here is what i think: you were the little spermy (excuse my use of the word sperm) that was created through meiosis and all of that dna stuff. you were the little spermy that traveled through her body fighting against the acid linings of her uh . . [censor]. ( i shall to keep this pg ) even though the majority of the little spermys dief once they got released. you were the little spermy that chose the correct side to go to find the egg. you were that damned lucky spermy that was released when there was an egg present. even though most of the spermys died while traveling or went crazy, you were the spermy that broke through the shell to start growing. it wasn't life that chose you to be alive. life isn't human. life doesn't do anything. stop blaming it and stop saying that it sucks and that you wish you were dead. gosh!

okay i realize that sperms don't really have a brain, but they were pretty much programed to look for the egg.

all in all, it is YOUR fault that you are alive. live with it and stop complaining already.

i complain too much. ay

forgive me for how long this might turn out to be, but dammit, i'm mad.

that stupid library! arugh! last year towards the end of the year, i borrowed this book from my school library thinking that it would be good because every other person has borrowed it. some nunga nunga book? i don't remember the title but it sucked like crap. all she did was talk about her sexgod boyfriend and sex. it was stupid and gross and i returned it.
today i went to borrow two books for research on my stupid english project and the mean told me that i have a long overdue book. i obviously didn't know which one it was but it was that stupid sexgod book. the lady told me that i borrowed a book called oh bright day or something but i knew that i never borrowd a book called oh bright day. she also told me that the book was renewed. why the hell would i renew such a crappyass book that i hated? i returned it after reading a few parts of it. i told jenny to read this nasty part of the book and she heard me say that i was going to return it. she saw me return that damned book. i remember walking to the little slot to return that awful book. i borrowed the body of christopher creed after the due date. i renewed that one a few times because i didn't have the time to read it. they let me renew it. if they won't let me borrow or renew any books right now because i have a long overdue book, why the hell did they let me borrow and renew the body of christopher creed? WHY?! the lady asked me if i ever received a notification of having an overdue book. well i never got one of those white slips. NEVER. i was always good with returning my damned books on time before i got that white slip, and that is what i did with that stupid nunga nunga book and they tell me that it's overdue?! THEY'RE AWFUL. so i tried finding the book in the shelves, but it wasn't there. *cries*
so what did i get out of this? nothing. nothing at all. i ended up photocopying all of the pages i needed which took me forever and i ran out of money to finish photocopying and i had to copy the last page. pfft. also, i cannot borrow any other book from the library until i miracuously find the book that i returned to the library. knowing that, i now have to pay the library for that awful book that i don't even get to keep because it's gone! i'll somehow have to find enough money to repay the library without telling my parents because they'll just yell at me for losing the book even though they will believe me and tell me to tell the librarians. that wouldn't work anyway because i already told the nice one and she told me, "just continue looking". some help because ya know, i don't have it. they do! stupid library!

there was another thing about my day. i was too busy talking about how stupid the school library was, and this completely slipped my mind.

topic: my horny old coach

yes, my horny coach. today he just went overboard though. i never thought that a teacher would stoop so low to hitting my butt. he likes to rub my arms and grab em and put his arms over me and stick his face oober close to mine. see, those were just signs. but today, this was a violation. it was gross and wrong. i'm glad my elbow slid to the side to sort of protect my ass. it still got hit though. creepy old man.

okay i made it sound really bad. he actually hit my butt with a stack of papers. it's an even bigger sign that he wants to hit my butt. if i wasn't in school, he would have used his hand. while hitting my butt, he was staring at jenny's er, thighs. there has to be a rule againt this. eck

remember that stupid book that i supposedly never returned? yeah, the mail came asking for the book. the stupid library actually sent mail to me asking for their money. well do you know what i think? i think this is their little scheme to get me to give money to the school because they're too damned poor after building that new district office that they never needed. or maybe they stole the book and they're picking on me to give them their money back because the book is too gross for highschool readers.
my parents got the mail and i was right. they said, "well go fight back! tell them you returned it!" hello, i did that on friday. they don't believe me. why would someone believe me? at first i said that i never borrowed "on the bright side" or whatever because i honestly never heard of that title. i knew the part after it and i didn't recognize the beginning of the title. and then i saw the card and i saw the rest of the title and i remembered borrowing it. it wouldn't matter now because i returned that damned book. my mom asked me what can we do now. duh, what can we do besides pay the damned library that's stealing my money. i can't find the book because i returned it! my mom also told me that i should have told her about this incident. well i didn't want to. i predicted what she would do and by gosh i was right. it's not pretty. i was going to take care of it on monday and get my name cleared. dammit. see if i ever borrow a book from those stupid liars again

if only i got the mail and saw that a bill came for a book that i returned. if only that happened, i wouldn't have my parents on my case about not returning that book. i would have them somewhere else not bothering me. i'll pay for the damned book. i don't need them telling me to go argue with the library because that isn't going to help

today: i've been rummaging through my closet and drawers looking for something the least bit feminine and "professional" looking for my english presentation on wednesday and what have i found?

nothing

boy, this sure sucks.

[edit] i have found something. it makes me look like an old lady who is trying too hard to look young.

Hi, I'm Jennifer, your friendly orange-hater.

I don't like oranges, but my mom makes me eat them. (why?) Here I was writing my presentation, and she calls me. I thought I was in trouble, but no, she calls me out to eat some nasty oranges. Yes, they are her prized oranges that she picked from the other house in Rosemead. She likes to tell me about the two sets of oranges that the tree grows. The sour oranges that are so sour that your pants fall off, and the sweet ones. I'm getting tired of hearing that story. That is one reason that contributes to my hate of oranges.

My mother gets the impression that I like to eat oranges. Just because that time I was oober sick and I ate oranges for Vitamin C so I can get healthy does not make me like oranges.

what a butt

i am trying to figure this out. Why do some people get mail on Sunday? Why don't I get mail on Sunday? I thought that the post office didn't work on Sundays. heck, i thought the entire federal government were closed on sundays. Why haven't I ever seen any mail trucks out on a Sunday?

I never got mail on Sundays in El Sereno. I'm not getting any mail on Sundays in Temple City. Jeffrey Lo and Jenny live in Temple City as well. Why do they get mail on Sunday?

i had an extra credit chemistry assingment and it seemed easy so i decided to do it. it was to get a balloon and stick it in the freezer. it sounded easy enough. i just had to measure the stupid balloon. it's supposed to get smaller in size.
i don't have balloons and my sister was going to a birthday party so i thought that she could bring a balloon home for me. well she went and she didn't bring a balloon back for me. i was devastated.
later that night i asked my mom if we had a balloon. she said that there was one that landed in the back yard. by this time, it was dark and i was scared to go out in theback to look for a stupid balloon. i went anyway. there was no stupid balloon. then my mom wanted me to become a theif and she told me to walk out to the pizza place up the street and steal a balloon they usually have out hanging. my mom made me go and she went out with some scissors but to my mom's luck, there weren't any balloons outside. *relief* i didn't want to result to stealing a balloon.
anyway, i ended up finding some waterballoons in my house and blew those up and boy, where they hard. i stuck the stupid balloons in the freezer for an hour.

they didn't shrink.

what a waste of my time and energy to search for a stupid balloon.

the very stupid virus. I get a message telling me that it is highly recommended that i download the newest version of aim with the bugs fixed and everything. so i download it, install it, and scan my computer after. well well, i found two viruses. both of the same kind. so here is what i shall tell you as the reader of my very boring weblog.

if you are to download the newest version of aim, i highly suggest that you have a virus detector with quarantine in your computer because this new version of aim comes along with two viruses. it happened to me, it happened to jenny and it will happen to you, too.
if not, you can either just live with the two trojan viruses for they aren't that defective, or you can just not download it.

good day

i am jennifer. i will not work in peace until that giantass spider is D-E-A-D dead! creepyass thing. i was just filling in my warchart and i turn my head to the mouse and i see this GIANT spider crawling on the table. i grapped a napkin and covered that spider and mashed a few parts of it in attempt to kill the thing. i lift the napkin up, and i killed nothing. where were the remains? no guts, no legs. where did it go? i checked the ceiling in case it reeled itself up. the spider disappeared and now i will not work in peace until that creepy spider is dead. that creepy huge spider. i am even wearing shoes just in case it is on the floors somewhere and i step on it. now when i work, i constantly look around to see if it is there. how will i ever finish my work at this rate?

As I just found out today, the public schools most students go to are using us to get money for their greedy selves. Everyone should know by now that is the government fundings that the public schools run on.
Now, have you ever noticed that teachers are all grumpy about writing notes to the nurse's office before 10 o' clock a.m? have you wondered why teachers ask so many questions if you ask to go to the nurse before 10 o' clock? have you ever wondered why teachers and the schools hate truancys before that 10 o' clock so much? Have you ever wondered why teachers have to take attendance?
It is because the government gives the school 80 dollars for every student that goes and stays in school until 10 a.m. The schools want money. They don't care if we learn much or not. They just want you as a student to be there so they can get money.
And what happens after that 10 am? the teachers become nicer. the nurses become nicer. they just don't care much anymore, because they got their money.

Why else would they honor the perfect attendance students? huh? what's the harm in giving the perfect attendance students a stupid piece of paper that says, "You have perfect attendance". that won't cost the school much so they don't care. The schools like to give an an impression that having perfect attendance will enable you to receive a wonderful piece of paper that says that you are honored for not being absent.


I've always liked to get a perfect attendance. i thought it was great getting that award. Even if i was sick, i would still attend school just because i like to get recognized. And I've always wondered why they honored those wonderful perfect attendance students. I didn't see of it as a big deal but i liked to because i got that wonderful piece of paper to add to my collection of other awards.
now i see the truth.

i doubt that anyone would want to read about me complaining about my grades. so please, you may skip this entire portion and move onto the next entry because reading this will just waste your time.

if you heard what i got, you would probably think, "why the hell is she complaining?" so i can express myself and write what i feel! (har har) really though, why am i complaining? it is because i didn't reach my goal. i was aiming for all A+s except for crosscountry because you can't get that little plus in crosscountry. I wanted to be the best I could in all of my classes so i can be proud of something. my report card came in the mail and i got 4 A+'s and 3 flat out As. how disappointing.

I kind of knew that I wouldn't get an A+ in my math class because i entered the final with a 97.1% and i got a stupid 93% on my final. that killed the spirit but i thought, maybe i can get 5 A+s and 2 As. Not again. I knew I couldn't get that grand spankin' A+ in english because of my stupid group project grade that brought my grade completely down because no one helped me. Unless my final was able to bring my grade up by 2%, i would get stuck with that A. Even with my perfect score on the english final that was way too easy, it didn't bring my grade up one bit. Bah. And for my history class. I BLAME MY COCKYNESS! I was way too cocky entering the history final knowing that if i got 4 questions right out of 200, i would get an A- and my parents won't yell at me for getting a B. I also knew that it was an open book test, which got me even cockier and i didn't even study. no sir not at all. I took the test and i got a stupid B+ on it. damnit. it then brought my grade down to a 98% giving me a flat out A. and i was so darned close. psh.

I beat my half mile time by 5 whole seconds! cheers for jennifer. and i thought i was stuck at 3.22 . har! not anymore. and what did i do? i remembered that my time was always stuck at 3.22 and i knew that i should push harder, and i did. the results: i beat my PR! yayy.
the aftereffects: dry throat, dry cough, very bad cough, burning throat, dry eyes, tired body.

oh what a poop

everyone keeps on asking me what i'm doing on my valentines day. it's getting tiresome and annoying just saying the same thing over and over again, so i shall say it once on here and i'll be done.

i will sleep, do my homework, and make sure i understand the gas laws (study).

yes i know that i am very boring. i have nothing better to do. i don't like anyone so i can drool over some guy i can't have, i don't have a boyfriend, i don't have much of anything so i might as well treat valentines day as another normal day and do the same things i always do.

is what i am going to do too antisocial for you? how about i go online and talk to someone? how about that? just find me someone i can talk to and i will by gosh talk to them.

it's just a skirt. surely you have seen a girl in a skirt before, so what is the big deal with me in a skirt? i had it on for an hour and it was for a presentation. i almost fell in the heals i had to wear with it. wow. and when i wore it, people looked at me all funnily. yes they did. i had to shut allen up before he could say anything about being in a stupid skirt. jason gave me the thumbs up with a wink, mr aproberts just stared at me with a bigass smile on his face, tomasulo started cracking his lame jokes at me, senora wouldn't stop making all of these "oooooh. estas muy guapa" things, and the compliments. ugg

no i am not going to prom.
no i was not dressed up for a guy
no no, and no.

i simply wore what i did for my presentation. nothing more. i tell you, you'll never see me wear a skirt again unless i have a formal presentation.

as for the flowers. they were not from a guy. i did not dress up for a guy on the last day of school before valentines day. jenny simply gave them to me to embarass me and so everyone would be wondering, what crazy guy would buy flowers for that stupid girl? and it did happen. people asked questions. senora thought i had a boyfriend. how sad . .

you can read what happened to me. har har

today was the last day of the week before the 4 day break. yes, teachers like to gang up on you at such times. they think that they are the only one so clever to make everything due on the last day before that break. ha. so what did i have due today?

pop quiz in chem . . . . . . . . . . . accomplished!
orals in spanish . . . . . . . . . . . . accomplished!
chapter 7 test in math . . . . . . . accomplished!
english medieval poster . . . . . . accomplished!
english presentation . . . . . . . . accomplished!
ho chi minh caricature . . . . . . . accomplished!
vietnam warchart . . . . . . . . . . accomplished!
korean war chart . . . . . . . . . . .accomplished!
vietnam and korean war test . . accomplished!
4 miles of hard running . . . . . . .accomplished!

what a heavy load of junk. with all of that due, it's a wonder why i'm still awake since i stayed up a bit finishing up all of that gunk, which is why i am now starting to get a cold. along with a burning throat. perhaps this is an excuse for me not running over break. i think it's a good excuse. i think i shall secretly take some medicine behind my mother's back, so she won't know that i'm sick and yell at me. >.<

okay so i didn't really write about my day. oh well

valentines day makes people feel sad. they make people want something enough to cry over it. what a poop. everything i read right now is about valentines day. it is about people saying that they want someone. they want a boyfriend or a girlfriend. or they write about how they can't have one and blah blah blah. but really, if there wasn't a valentines day, would people be feeling like this? probably not. valentines day is just a day for people who have lovers to go all googly for each other and for those who don't have one to start complaining and wishing that they did have one. gosh. valentines day isn't even that big of a holiday. you can't even get the day off, so what is the big deal anyway?

hahahaha. if that is so, then i am very unhealthy, eh? as i heard from these "experts" who did research on this, they said that being in love relieves stress, and when you love, these veins open up and release more blood into the body. that is all they came up with.

i am an evil hatred bitch. yes, me and jenny both are. we were celebrating S.A.D (single awareness day). well not really. we were hiding out from the guys and me, from plan B (the stupid plan matt and allen devised to sneak me and jenny out of the house even though we can't). jenny also told me that they would have flowers with them and we knew that our parents would freak if two guys came knocking on your door with flowers on valentines day.

our plan:
~11 o clock in the morning jenny calls me to see if i can go to her house.
~i tell my parents that we'll do homework and leave.
~the guys go to my house to find that no one is there and they'll go home.

it was fullproof.

what happened:
11 o clock i woke up to talk to jenny. the guys came over and met up with my parents and they asked for me. my great parents lied and said that i wasn't home. *phew* karen went on her date with alan and my parents wanted to go to a casino. they gladly let me go to jenny's house because they didn't want me staying home all by myself. at jenny's house, we stayed indoors freezing our butts off because we didn't want to open the blinds to let the sunshine in. (you know. people can see through the blinds) we sat around in pajamas, did our homework, fooled around with some people on aim, and constantly checked if the guys were there. then we watched 10 things i hate about you on valentines day. yes, this tells you that we are hatred bitches because we just hate everything about it. har. well allen called jenny and mentioned things about what happened and that i had something for her in my mailbox.
as it turns out, the guys waited in front ofmy door for two hours for me to come back. . . . oops. my parents drove home and found the stupid roses in my mailbox. yes, they got mad at me. stupid guys. stupid plan b. i curse plan b! at least jenny is safe.

was it worth it?
probably so. jenny is alive, i am alive, and matt is angry.

reasons for doing so:
to save jenny's butt because her mom is pissed off enough with the whole guy calling her and ringing her doorbell situation and her mom would kill her.
to save my butt from my parents, who aren't as strict as jenny's parents.
it isn't my fault that this guy is hunting me down to give me stupid flowers that i do not want. pfft
to give matt the signal that i do NOT like him because i don't like anyone at all and that he should just find another girl or something.
to save the friendship between us all because well, it's a known fact that i will start avoiding the person if they like me.

yes, do you think what i did was wrong and that i am one of the most meanest bitches there are? kyle doesn't.

thank you kyle!

*points and laughs at self* it's actually really funny. okay, when i am online and available for chatting, no one IMs me. yes, as sad as it is, it's true. anywho, knowing that no one IMs me when i'm available for chatting, i leave the room to do something else forgetting an awaymessage. and when i leave, people talk to me. how funny is that? okay it isn't funny . . . it's stupid.

i was just reading xangas out of boredom again because no one was updating their tabulas, and i felt that this entry was just stupid. this girl (i shall leave her nameless) complains that she is just a girl with no friends. *cough* that is the stupidest thing that i have ever heard.
"I am just a girl
with no friends in the world"
where here she is with a ton of "sites i read" and a ton of subscriptions to her stupid xanga with its blinding foofy pink font against a white background and flashy stuff everywhere.

is she just fishing for compliments here? does she feel that insecure that she needs all of her friends to tell her that they are her friend? what the hell is that?

why do people do that? my gosh

why do guys call each other dogs or better yet, call themselves dogs? are they trying to tell us all that they behave like animals?

look, i'll pretend to be two of them.
yo yo wussup j-dawg?
im koo. im koo



woof


don't get me wrong, i like dogs -- just not these kinds.

i never knew that there were so many definitions for the word egg. wow.


Warning: Some of the definitions are not suitable for those of younger ages.
Egg-

The unluckiest thing in the world: It only gets laid once, it only gets eaten once, it takes two minutes to get hard, it comes in a box with 8 other guys, and the only one who gets to sit on its face is its mom.

a white person that has a fetish for asian women/men.

A conjugating cell which unites with another of like or unlike character to form a new individual.

(verb) To throw eggs at someone/something.
(adjective) Something that has eggs all over itself.
(noun) Something an animal, like a chicken or crocodile, gives birth to.

slang for an ecstacy tablet.

A term used to desribe something negatively.

A Morman pathological lier; often calls himself fat and says he will have a heart attack if he ever came close to something fun.

Daniel Simmons.

Short for Evil Goat Gene found by M-Tech. The gene responsible for the malicious behaviour portrayed by goats.

Descriptive word for a smelly packet that domesticated animals leave on pavements.

abbreviation for Electronically Generated Groups, such as smart mobs or bookcrossing communities, that use the web to ferment their social bonds in real space and time.

The oval object that birds lay. Some you eat, some you leave to hatch.

That which comes out of a chicken.

Violet's lover.

to flatulate or expel intesinal gasses from the anus; to fart.

A rugby-ball.

superb person, very friendly

A very fun virbating toy for a woman. Usually remote control. Can be worn anytime (in a class, walking the dog, etc.) Give you a very discreate way to have an orgasm with out a dildo, penis, or your fingers.

An egg is a sweaty minge that belongs to pearl

A word for someome which has a salami in their pocket.



i feel so much smarter now that i know the many definitions for the word "egg".

Enlighten Yourself

i have a screenname that people in school are NOT supposed to know of except for the fabulous 3 (not including my sister) that do know of it. i use it to hide from the people at school because well, they're annoying and use me for homework and stuff or they're just plain boring and should stop trying to talk to me when conversation dies within minutes.

now, how he hell did matt (that guy i hid from) figure out that laststarrynight is my other sn? HOW?!?! damnit i'm so angry. i don't want to create a whole new screenname to avoid people from school. i like the whole laststarrynight business because it is my name for just about everything. grrr
there i was teaching myself chemistry when i get an alert that Hobbitguy06 wants to talk to me. So i accept this message and this is what it said.

Hello and goodbye.

i couldn't even respond because well, he's gone. just how do i know that it is him? for one thing, the exact same font that i saw when i was at jenny's house talking to him with jenny's sn. it's not only the font, it's the way he spoke, and the fact that he is crazy about the lord of the rings and the hobbit i believe is part of the lord of the rings series or whatever (i wouldn't know because i hate the lord of the rings and the hobbit is sooo boring). the last little bit of my investigation of hobbitguy06 is the 06 in his screenname. his other screenname of which i just found out is yourguy06 (lame? i know).

the thing i do not understand is how the hell did he figure out that laststarrynight his my screenname? even if he went into my tabulas profile and saw my aim sn, it would not have said laststarrynight. it would have said jnncut, the screenname that everyone at school knows of.

should i start pointing fingers? no. i'm hoping that karen didn't tell matt my screenname and i know that jenny didn't.

but there is something creepy. at jenny's house on valentines day, jenny was using a screenname that very few people knew of and pretty much no one from school knew of it besides me. matt IMed that unknown screenname knowing that it was jenny. my question, how he hell did he find out?

is matt a stalker? >.<

i like postits. i really do. but ever since mr nguyen required that we take notes using his method with the postit notes, i hate them. these darned things. they're leaving behind a sticky residue in my chemistry book.

first:
"just try my method for a month. use the postit notes. i taught you a method of note taking that works. if you don't like it, stop using it."
that seemed reasonable.

second:
"why isn't anyone using my postit notes? just try it. i'll check your book once in a while to see that you are using my method."
i thought that he said that we could stop if we hated it.

third:
"i am making my post it note method required now. you have to take notes this way! they are 40 points each time i check."
grr

fourth:
"you guys aren't taking notes properly. use the post it notes!"
bastard

fifth:
"you guys aren't taking notes my way. i am now making them worth 80 points."

see now that pisses me off. he said that we don't have to use those retarded post it notes if we didn't like it. i tried his stupid method and i hated it. i didn't use those stupid notes properly and he docked points off. he even told me that not everyone learned the same way (duh). then why is he making us all use his stupid post it note method?

what is a nice word to say when it is freezing cold and raining while your pants stick to your legs because they are so darned wet and the wind is just blowing at you?

Fuck.

Yes, it is a nice word to say when such a thing is happening. You can say it repeatedly and it wouldn't matter because deep down, you know that this word is there with you and it will by gosh make you feel better.

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.

note: this word is great for every other thing that just isn't going right. such as starting to run after you haven't been running for a week or so. say it with feeling. say it with passion. just say fuck.

fuck fuck fuck.

i haven't ran in 6 days, so now what? rain or shine, jennifer will run tomorrow. dammit. the first darned track meet is in FIFTEEN days. 15 damned days. it's too early! and i'm sick with this stupid ol' cold and coach is expecting me to run tomorrow. now this sucks. if it rains, i'll get sicker and i'll become even more of a sick-o. perhaps i'll get pneumonia.

whoop-ee.

plus this saturday we're running up hills except that i have an ortho appointment saturday morning. if i tell tomasulo, he'll think i scheduled it onsaturday purposely. ay ay ay. we're supposed to run by old ranch. that evil old ranch with the 45 degree uphill that goes for about a quarter of a mile up. how am i to run such a hill if i haven't been running for 6 days because i got majorly sick? ugg. and how am i to race in this condition?

just now i remembered that i was called a homofag. i found out what it meant, too no thanks to this wonderful urban dictionary. i was called gay. how wonderful.

LuCkYaZnKiD4o8: you talk to weird not in a mean way but yea

blah blah blah . . .

LuCkYaZnKiD4o8: you talk to americanish


aZn butthole
and for his AzN information, it is too. not to. grr!

a vicious, mean, harsh lady. har de har har! these are the few words that mr nguyen said that i was. i just went to ask a few questions and he went off into a rampage about how mean i was in my emails and questions because i felt that he made mistakes. just because i don't say, "hi, mr nguyen. how areyou? how was your break" or "dear mr nguyen" and that i just move straight into the question to be direct. isn't direct supposed to be good? well anyway, i was described as a vicious woman who sits out with a knife in a hand waiting to stab the next victim by my chemistry teacher. har! that was fun.

the lotion bottle bit me. it hurts. it sounds strange, but what else could have happened? i was just getting some lotion so i could put it on and go out to run and not get all itchy from the wind, you know. but the bottle bit me. i got two little marks on my uh, area next to the palm. the area enlarged and there is a bump there now. also, it turned purple.

the second semester started 3 weeks back and we finally switched seats in math. everyone in the back (except for a few) kept complaining and my teacher didn't want to make us a seating chart because people might not like the seats she gave them. her solution was that we would run into class and pick our seats.

i ran, well not really but i was darned fast, to the room to claim my old seat because it was nice right next to the tissue box and trashcan and up front, ya know. it was a nice seat, until megan chose the seat behind me. she did it purposely. no one else wanted to sit near her because of how annoying she is. ugg. i need a bufferzone of at least one person. that one person can protect me from her loud mouth that never shuts up as she digs for compliments, cracks lame jokes, talks too much and goes off topic of any subject other than math for the whole class to hear so everyone can become involved, recites lines from "finding nemo", and you know what, it's tiresome. i cannot stand listening to her talk and she now sits behind me where her mouth is right by my head talking nonstop. i now find her voice very annoying. i mean, my voice isn't great either with it's strange heliumated sound, but gosh . . .

she used to be so . . . quiet . . too. but now, she wants the attention, even if it is bad attention where most everyone is annoyed by her. why?

now for the whole rest of the semester, i'll have to sit with her behind me. i have to listen to her sing happy birthday songs nice and loud as she tries to sound awful. i'll have to live with her being so aggressive on my desk as she pushes my chair that is kind of broken and doesn't stick to the desk up and down when i tend to keep the chair at a slant. i'll have to live with her constantly playing with my hair. i'll have to live with her putting her hand on my shoulder or strangling me. and i'll have to live with her tickling me.



what a long semester this will be . .

as a person grading tests, i must say, it is much easier grading poor papers. it is easier on me. all i have to do is memorize the answers and i will memorize them after grading so many papers and put a nice red slash through the problem number they got wrong. i mean, how easy is that. though it's quite sad to see that so many students are doing so poorly on third grade material. ugg. i have come to the point where counting the correct answers is easier than the wrong ones. at least i'm not the teacher seeing his students fail because then i would think that i am a terrible teacher.

i noticed that i had a large head while i stood up and saw myself on the mirror on the closet. it was like a horse's head -- nice and long. i wondered just how long my amazingly large head was so i got a tape measure and measured it.

my head is 7 1/2 inches long.

but the thing is, in art, i learned that a person is between 7-8 heads long. if this is true, then my height is somewhere between 52.5 inches through 60 inches. according to the tape measure, i am almost 64 inches. see now this doesn't make sense. i am out of proportion (obviously) where my head is too small because the length of my head doesn't multiply up to almost 64. how can my head be too small if my head is so large?

i need a chew toy. perhaps that will make my gums feel better.

woof

i was working on a group project at a friends house today, and ace got a phonecall from his mom. at the end of the conversation while he was saying bye, he said, "i love you" to his mom. that is the sweetest thing. now if only i was sweet enough to say that. harumph

"Gun and a badge, now you've got a facist, slaves to kings, wave your flags now."- pershgn

after my superhard run today, i somehow became stupid and i started talking about tea. who in the right mind talks about tea? i don't know. i really don't. i started discussing the kinds of tea i drank and which ones i liked. (what a moron) i even talked about the advantages of tea bags, even though tea bags are nasty. (darn you lipton!) after doing this, i started to sing that chinese lipton tea song. i think i became high off of running. this is why people should not run.


how chinese can i get?

to summarize:

after experiencing the "joys" of talking to foreign people online, i have now come to conclude that "oriental" people, as this person so states, are not easy to talk to. why do i say this? this geoffery person starts talking to me saying that he is oriental. wow. and that orientals do not understand english. okay well, i used the word understand and he asks, "what is understand? i am oriental. i do not understand english". uhh . . . .
i can now add "oriental" to my list of foreign people that are hard to talk to.


List
Hispanic
Pakistanian
Oriental

of course, this list doesn't apply to those people who can speak english of these cultures.

something that really gets me is that jenny and i have been practicing all through summer and everyday when school started, you know. we've improved only so much and it doesn't seem as if we can do much better because we try so damned hard even though no one believes that we do. they just see us as two girls who act stupid and run together and are crappy. they believe that we run together so we can talk or make each other slower, when in reality, what they don't see is that we both try keeping up with each other so we actually do better running really close to each other. i can admit to us being crappy. we aren't good, but we still put in as much effort and energy as any of the varsity runners.
now with the newbie track runners with no experience, without practicing through the summer or anything. they come in and they run. pretty much all of the newbies are as fast as jenny and i as we both worked so hard to get to this point. heck, some are even faster. this really annoys the crap out of me because you know, they don't even try. they just run and they don't even put in any effort. i can't say that this isn't fair or anything, but i hate it.

i have to stop being so damned nosey. (darn you hans!) i have wasted an hour trying to figure out who the hell this "incident guy" my friend emily keeps talking about in her xanga is. damn i'm so nosey. i could have slept and rested myself up so i can run well the next day, but no! instead i was reading this girl's xanga so i can somehow find out who "incident guy" is. after all of that reading, i have come to think that this person is 9455416 516. (i have censored his name for the purpose of keeping his identity safe because who would want their name out for the entire world to read.) the only little bit of information i need is if he has pre calculus. hmm . . .

or i can always stalk emily wednesday mornings and at lunch and see if this "incident guy" she talks about sits and hangs out around her. oh look. tomorrow is wednesday. i must arrive early and search for her because she does not sit where she normally does on wednesday . . . .

stop staring at my cock!!!

yes, i know that sounds wrong, but that is what everyone calls it. no one says "rooster" anymore, do they? if i leave my binder on a table, someone who walks by is bound to stare at it and wonder, "who the hell owns this binder" and "why the hell is there this giant cock on it?"

for your information, that cock is not mine. the chickens that i owned were pigeon size and they didn't rape each other like this rapist cock on my binder. (yes, this rooster rapes the little hen and has wild chicken sex with her, even though the little hen is scared shitless of that giant rapist rooster.) that cock is my cousin's cock. i no longer own chickens. my cousin tony loves that stupid rooster and took a million kazillion pictures of it and gave me three of them. my binder looked really plain without anything on the cover. and this binder happened to be one of those view binders so i stuck the stupid cock on it. no need for staring now.

let me tell you about something. i am very clumsy with objects and items and i urge you to consider whether to ask me if i can do something for you, such as scanning a picture or something. i mean, i know i have a really good scanner, but is it worth risking never being able to see that item again and to have a scanned picture instead? i mean really.
i am especially awful with id cards. i try to keep them safe and know where they are for quick acess, but gosh, i lost my id card three times last year. can you trust me with scanning such a thing? i doubt it.
don't get me wrong with with what i've been saying. you can trust me with other students' works since i take them home and grade them. i don't loose those papers, because well, they're large, colored papers with a bunch of writing on it.


but still. you can't blame me for losing such a measily card. it's just how i am. and i don't see how you can get mad at me if one of the first things i say is that i will buy you another id card. gosh. just stop yelling at me

[edit] they found his card.

dammit, who the fuck is hobbitguy06? i already have a migraine, i don't need more crap from that bastard. if i knew who the fuck he was, i would get a knife and stab him.

this is for the people who do not know how to respect my personal property.

i hate how you invade my stuff. *cough* kervin. i feel that it is safe to say his name because i am almost positive that he doesn't read this. *phew* how do i know this? i'm a sneak. back to my property. i leave my stuff under the beetree to get some lunch and i come back only to see that my backpack has been flipped. this must have happened five times already. it's not funny anymore. it's just plain annoying and i wish that he would stop. i hate kervin opening up my backpack and looking at everything inside. i hate him touching my stuff. i hate him looking at my stuff. it's disgusting. and it's hard flipping my backpack back to normal. he really should stop before i pop a vein in my head in anger.

i should counter him. i should scare him away from my backpack. i should get a tampon or a pad or whatever and fill it with ketchup. (what will he know. he's a guy) and i'll stick the thing in my backpack. the next time he tries to flip my backpack only to remove a BLOODY sanitary napkin, (even though it's just ketchup), he'll be too scared to touch my stuff again! a har! the only problem is that i don't want ketchup stains all over inside of my backpack. it's so . . . ugly

karen is one of the biggest bitches in the entire world. she has a fucking broom shoved up her damned anal orifice. a fucking late bath doesn't hurt a fucking person. just take an early one next time, huh?! stop wasting your damned time on the internet doing NOTHING. what about that? do your homework earlier, huh? i never asked her to look after my backpack. if i dump it off, it means that i will come back to get it. it doesn't need fucking backpack sitting. what the hell is there to steal anyway? oh, a calculator? pencil? MY DAMNED HOMEWORK?! who the fuck wants that? so i leave my backpack unattained because no one bothers anyway.

and do you know why i leave at lunch with jenny? it is to fucking keep edward away from jenny because that dick is making up fucking lies that jenny is his girlfriend and that they are dating so he has the rights to touch her all over.

goddammit bitch

i also intend to stay away from allen who attracts too many butt holes such as matt, that fucking creep. karen is too damned close to allen who pretty much bought her damned friendship. what the fucking hell is that.

to karen: you have a fucking broom shoved up your anal orifice. yank it out will you





to everyone else: excuse me for my language in the past couple of entries. really. my temples hurt like heck, and pretty much most everyone around me is bothering me.

caution to all: i am currently VERY irritable. perhaps it is like irritable male syndrome, but for females, damnit.

as i walked into spanish today rushing, i quickly put my binder on the table and sat. then i noticed writing on my table -- in marker. i like to read stuff on the tables, but this was way more than i expected. on the side of where my binder was placed, was this writing. it said, " _____(i don't remember this part) the wang". <-- whatever that meant. then i noticed that there was something drawn under my binder. i removed my binder only to see this weird drawing. i was trying to figure out what it was, when it hit me. i remembered mr. randles's diagrams! i had a giant penis drawn on my table. so how did i react? what did i say?

i became all jittery and said out loud in an almost screaming tone, "oh my gosh! there is a penis on my table!". well that surely got the attention of everyone in class. i switched my table with that guy that sits in front of me, because surely, he wouldn't mind.

he didn't mind, and started laughing instead. he told mr aproberts and made him erase it. i feel bad for having him erase it, but if i had to look at that thing again, i would go blind.

i didn't know that one suggestion would make a person so . . .

well it starts as this. last year, this girl, i will call her x. x doesn't like many people, she wanted to learn witchcraft and she mentioned it in p.e. to me. i remembered a site i went to before that taught you a lot about it and i referred it to her. well how now. she's gone over the board with it now. x curses people and everything.
as elections come up, she plans on cursing this one girl so her speech will screw over and she won't win. i hope that girl running doesn't win either, which she probably will because well, she's popular. extremely popular really with both the asian and caucasion majority, and of course, that is what my school is made up of. bleh.

i hope that curse works.

i was cleaning up the closet because no one actually bothered hanging the clothes up properly so the clothes actually stay on the hanger and that there is actually enough room so you can move the hangers around. as it turns out, i have a stack of the stupid hangers of which i HATE that is 15 inches long when all stacked up. now just think at what i could have done with that excess 15 inches. anyway, as i was cleaning up the clothes, inoticed that there was no room on the closet floor so i decided to pick up the little things and i found this bag. i opened it up only to see a bunch of ridiculous beanie towel dogs. i mean, how much can one person have? for some reason, if people don't know what to give me as a present for a birthday or christmas or whatever, they will buy me this dinky little beany-cottony dog that feels like a towel. they really have accumulated well. i guess people do not realize that i have a ton of these little dust collecters so they get me more. err . . . honestly, if a person doesn't know what to get me because they don't know me well enough, they might as well not give me anything and just say "happy birthday" and give me a hug or whatever. i would appreciate that more.

i still cannot get over the fact how jenny's mom thought i was anorexic. that is so funny, and scary since well, i like to eat. i am not a malnutritioned kid. wow. i pretty much ate half a box of dry cereal today just because i didn't realize that i ate that much. anorexic my butt! now her mom wants to take me out to breakfast so she can see me eat and i will not be anorexic anymore. this is too much. i have food! i eat!
i don't see why she thought that i was anorexic. *shrugs* just because after i run, she hears me say, "i'm hungry". i can't help that i get hungry after i run hard. jenny also said that it was because i seemed amazingly skinny to her mom. that's funny. really. i think i grew fat after crosscountry and i have a logical explaination for that, too. i just don't see how i can seem anorexic. ho hum

i am thinking of leaving my tabulas for a while, but that is sad. i've been getting rude comments from anonymous users because they are too chicken for me to know who they are and yet these idiot people do not realize that i have their IP address. Losers! with a few tracking devices, i can pinpoint the city that they live in, if i really cared and i can figure out who it is. i also can find out their internet server, and if i'm lucky, i can find out who is registered to that internet server. knowing how lazy i am, i'll only go through all of that tracking if i really wanted to find out who that person is and strangle him (i have high suspicions that it's a male) i have a feeling i know who it is, but who really knows. and i just found out how to ban users from my tabulas. see, that is awesome. i love this thing. if these stupid comments from those chickenwuss users gets too intense, i'll just set my entries as private. until then, i'll just ban them.

[edit] duh. i can always just not allow commenting abd not waste space. wouldn't that be nice. and i also remember that there is this thing that doesn't allow anonymous comments. heh. i shall find it

i've been waiting for pershgn to go on, just to see if he might not have gone, you know. but he's gone. now all i can think is that i'll never talk to him again. never. and to think, he was my first online friend. the very first. he said that he was going to the navy, but the papers were messed up and he was leaving in march. well it's going to be march in a day but before that, he told me that he wasn't going to the navy because it screwed him over. well they're making him go now. that's just plain stupid.

the relationship pershgn and i had wasn't even like a close buddy buddy relationship. he was more of a teacher to me and i would teach him stuff, too and we would just talk about things, not like other people. we wouldn't ask each other, "what did you do today?" it was different.

he came on yesterday to say bye to me and that was it. i hope that he'll be okay.

Hal's Injury