that guy david chang is really creepy. not to mention really perverted and annoying, but i'll leave those out of this. yes, so now i will talk about how creepy david chang is.

i was walking to history and i stood by this wall, and he comes up and traps me between his arms by the wall and sticks his head an inch away from my head like he was going to do something. if i didn't blast his eardrums by screaming, he probably would have done something worse to me.
also, i was in the back of the room erasing the pencil marks off of my project thing and david chang comes up. what does he do you wonder? he sticks his face to my head and starts sniffing my hair. then he takes my hair and starts touching it and sticks his head nice and close to mine again and says, "your hair smells good." who in the right mind smells someone's hair without their permission. i mean, if you were to do so, you wouldn't make it so obvious and sniff the person's hair discreetly. then back at the table, he starts fanning my hair so he can see it sway and then he asks, "can i touch your hair again? it's so soft".

gosh, this boy freaks me out

i wonder, what are the motives of those who all of a sudden decide to talk to me again? there has to be a reason! you don't just stop talking to a person and resume conversation as if nothing happened and they never stopped talking. and when i ask this question to those who do such a thing, they say that they just felt like talking to me. what kind of excuse is that? i'm pretty sure there is something else, but i just can't figure it out and this question will haunt me forever

fucking hate karen. something new she is doing. she is bumming money off of me, jenny, and allen so she can save up money to buy alan's tickets, food, and all of that whatnot. you know, i don't even like alan. i am pretty much buying all of that crap for him. what the hell is that. i cannot stand the fact of how much i care for my stupidass sister and leave the umbrella for her on rainy days or just give her my money when her fatass calls for food when she can just stand in the damned lunch lines and order food. but no, she has to go, "jen. do you have money? i don't have money!". she then tells jenny that she is buying alan's movie tickets when alan is the fucking guy who has a job and his damned family has high income.

if i want to hear her say "you're the best jen. i love you. you're the bestest sister in the worl", then i have to give her money. she is so money oriented and it's fucking annoying. she is so selfish. she throws herself over this one guy of whom she met on the damned internet and changed her completely. karen has turned from bitch to a bitch monster with constant pms and a fatass because she eats too damned much and blames everything on me.

sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.

i don't know who the hell said that, but it is wrong. if anyone even gave a damn, her words have gotten tears out of my eyes for how much it hurts. i swear it, my sister is one of the coldest, harshest people alive. if my teacher thinks that i am cold and harsh, he should look at my meanass sister. she's changed. i can't even talk to her anymore because she is so uptight and any thing i say, she will make some smartass reply to it like she is oh-so frikin smart. she explains her side to make her look like she did nothing wrong--like she was the protagonist. goddamnit she's awful.

ever since she got another stupid boyfriend, she started to turn bitchier by the minute. i don't see how she can devote and throw herself to some guy she hardly knows because she met him off of the internet. people have false identities. take my sister for example. on the internet, she may seem nice. it's fake. she has two faces. a bitch to the friends she hangs out at school and of course, me, but a cute little angel to other people. i hate it. i'm her damned sister. she doesn't even treat me with respect. i mean, i do everything for her with exceptions on my lazy days where i don't feel like getting up to turn on the light, but that isn't anything. when she asks me for money for lunch because she doesn't want to order lunch at school, i'll give her some money. (even though i know that she has money and that she's just saving it up so she can spend the money on her boyfriend of which i dislike. goddamnit i'm friking buying everything for him) on rainy days, i'll leave the umbrella for her (with exceptions for today because i am fed up with her). if she wants a sandwhich, i'll make that damned sandwhich for her. if she needs help on her math homework and i know how to do it, i'll by gosh help her. i have to sit through listening to her brag about something good she did. when she tells me to keep her whole dating thing a secret from my parents, i'll keep it a secret. i've had to frikin lie to my mom many times just for her.

what do i get? her uglyass face glaring me down because she looks nice and ugly when she looks at me now. i get her yelling at me for every little thing i do, every little thing i say. i get blamed for things. goddammit i am completely fed up with her as my sister.

sure, i have flaws myself. i'm mean as well. i'm a hypocrite and all of that, but it's not that intense.

and my mom. she told me that she really doesn't like karen as her daughter. karen makes my mom sad. she calls her a bitch, writes about how she wants her to die and all of that crap. just because of her, i have to listen to my mom tell me about how sad karen makes her. i have to listen to my mom beg me to tell karen to change. it's sad


in all honesty, i wouldn't like or want a daughter like karen as well.

i think that labels and a nametag would be nice. jenny and i took our waterbottles out so we could drink it after we ran. we always did that, but today, when jenny was seriously ill, we came back from our run only to find that someone took our water. it was gone. thieves. grr! don't the people realize that there are dehydrated runners out there?!
so what should i do? i shall bring a sharpie with me and label our waterbottles so people wandering around won't throw them away or take them or whatever.
that seriously wasn't cool. i was dying, jenny was ill and dying, and we didn't even have our water to replenish ourselves. we figured that we would go to a waterfountain, but the water was mucky and some moron shoved gum down the waterhole thing.

the tallys rose! it went from one, to two, to three . . . . all the way to 27! 27 seperate people have done the watermelon call!

last year during the summer or so, i promised watermelon that if i ever came up with a profile for him, i would by gosh make one for him. well, i got lazy, forgot, and never made it. he reminded me today and feeling ashamed for forgetting (well not really), i by gosh made one up for him.

what was the theme for his profile? ADVERTISING. oh yeah. now just what did i write for him?


"Hi! I am the one and only Watermelon! I can be your Watermelon Buddy! Just do the watermelon call ( my call: oo-eweee) and i will roll by to help you! I will be the best Watermelon Buddy EVER!
Just for some more grand spankin' news! I am FREE. Yes, you heard me. F-R-E-E free! There is no charge and I am free of service.
What are you waiting for? oo-eweee"


now twenty seven different people have done the watermelon call. will you?
note: you may oo-ewee me and i will give him the message to add it on to his tally




har har har

if anything right now, i am ready to complain. so complain away jennifer. really.

there just happens to be a track meet tomorrow and i obviously don't want to go. i haven't been training that much in a while and you know, i just plain suck at running. i knew that coach wasn't going to bring over 160 kids to a track meet so i figured that just maybe i was lucky enough not to get chosen to go. i hid from him. jenny and i both did. we sat on the area for the feet on the bleachers and scrunched up into little balls behind morrison, richard, and harindra. he somehow just knew we were there and said "laverne and shirley. laverne, you are running the half mile. and shirley, you're doing the mile." that was the worst thing that i have heard all day.

just for the record, i have never really done the one mile race. every time trial i have done, it was for the half mile. how the hell am i supposed to do the one mile race if i have clearly been training for the half mile? huh!?!?!?!


now for the nasty uniforms. these uniforms just happened to be the 50 year old crosscountry uniforms that i had to wear. they are so old and beaten up since my school is too cheap and has been too cheap to buy a new set of uniforms. 10 years ago, there weren't any budget cuts. why didn't they buy new uniforms then? huh? pff.

the shorts are disgusting. disgusting i say. they are clown/jester shorts and are puffy. there are built in underwear in the shorts and these girls who wear these shorts feel that since there is an underwear already, they don't have to wear their own underwear so i just happened to find period stains and pee stains on my shorts. i also found a hole in it, too. i asked mr tomasulo if i could change my shorts because there was a period stain on it. he said, "no. you can wash it." eww! i refuse to touch someone else's pee and blood and do their dirtywork since they were too lazy to wash their shorts. he finally let me change my shorts after i told them that there was a hole in my shorts. he gave me size large. LARGE. hello, do i fit a size large? yes, these size large shorts have puffy stuff inside with three layers. the built in underwear has this scrunched up rubberband that is supposed to wrap around my thighs inside. it scratches my legs as i move them up and down. how am i supposed to run with something scratching me and dirty ass on my shorts?

ugg. this is so disgusting. i feel dirty now. even dirtier than i am after i run.

for those who wish to know how my track meet went, well here it is. i first tried negotiating with tomasulo so that maybe, just maybe, he would let me do the half mile. he said no. he refuses to put jenny and me in the same race because he thinks that we'll socialize the entire way. puh. how the hell can we socialize if we are having a hard enough time trying to breathe. anyway, he said no and i was stuck with my mile time. overall, the meet was fun. it was kind of like a crosscountry meet, except the races go by much faster and the runners run by so fast that you can't even see who it is. yeah, i stretched, strided, jogged, and all of that, until my race.

tomasulo got too lazy to distinguish the varsity from the jv runners in my group, so he said, "they're all varsity". what the hell, right? a person at my speed is not varsity. i'm a reject runner! puh. i ran like crazy and died in the end at the finish line.

my time? 7.20 minutes. damn i'm slow. i tried my hardest. the wind was blowing really hard at me, too. >.< i beat my 7.42 PR, by 22 whole seconds. *fake expression* wow!

i did it for you, ye.










and what about that poor guy, morison who had to race on his birthday and was neglected by his friends? well i hope that jenny and my plan works out tomorrow.

i hate renaissance assemblys. yes i do.

i don't get it. who wants to see a bunch of nerds get an award? the only reason why people enjoy this is because class periods are a tad bit shorter. but then you would have to sit in the gym and watch a ton of nerds that aren't really nerds get an award for their supposedly "outstanding achievements" and for their high weighted GPA. then there will be crowds, push push, shove shove. all together, this assembly just plain sucks.

another thing, the people are too darned lazy to actually check who got the highest GPA in each class for the top 10. they just see if they took two honors classes and they're pretty much in, even though there are some people who took two honors classes and they didn't get the award. now i find that just plain stupid. there are even some of the people who just have one honors class and they somehow got on taking the place of someone who didn't. plus, they are extremely disorganized. i cannot find any positive quirks to this whole renaissance assembly. if the people want to honor the top ten snobs who somehow made it onto the list, please don't make the entire school involved because frankly, most of us don't actually care. give them the award sometime during class, i don't care. it would most definately make some teachers happier because they aren't losing their class teaching time. i wouldn't have to live through a ton of people pushing each other while i'm stuck in the middle. if this were to happen, school would be so much easier. (well not really)









as for the plan. it worked. morison said thanks in his profile, though i think he is kind of embarrassed to say our names. oh well

after all of this running, it's a wonder why i barely figured this out. after you run as hard as heck and you go to sleep, you will wake up sore. doh! this is a con of the whole sleeping business that everyone loves oh-so much. of course i am not saying that sleep is bad for you, because i love to sleep myself.

another lesson, old men suck. they are so stingy and bitter and start complaining and say that we are "bothering" him by walking on his road when he says that it is private territory. you know, we just walk there to get to our meeting spot to run on those stupid hills. it's not like we're bothering him or anything. we walk on the edges and we aren't even a bit close to his stupid house. so no thanks to that stupid bitter old man who needs a wife to love so he wouldn't be so bitter, we all had to walk an extra mile to get out of old ranch and not pass his stupid house and so we wouldn't "bother" him. puh.

i've also noticed how people say things to make it seem like it's better even though it's a pretty darned big distance. tomasulo said, "just turn the corner and walk 100 yards down". it sounded short, but we know better than that. we know our conversions. 300 feet is not considered a short distance. puh

oh yes, one last thing. show someone that you care, and they'll be nicer to you.

today i was shallow jennifer. what has this world come to. *sniff*

after not being able to sleep the entire night while i lied awake in my bed, i woke up tired and of couse, when i'm tired, i laugh too much and i act stupidly. all throughout my classes, i was a laughing buffoon. (damn that sucks)

now how was jennifer shallow?

jenny made jennifer pick which one she would rather go out with. (puh) she had to choose between which had the better personality and which had the better looks.

now the looks part was hard. h-a-r-d, hard. it was so hard that i had to devise a list. i had to go up to the guys and examine them. my oh my. i found it easier to pretend that they are not human and that i'm just looking at some item.
just what did i have on the list that made me oh so shallow?

Guy 1 - Guy 2

(the hyphens seperate the people)

pink - white
tall - short
pimple - less pimple
light eyebrows - bushy eyebrows
better hair - ugly hair
no plaid - plaid
better dressed - ugly dressed
bigger/dark eyes - small light eyes
skinnier - buffer/bigger
uglier smile - better smile
straigher ear - pig ear
not wrinkly - wrinkly
no glasses - glasses
whiter teeth - yellow teeth
straighter teeth - crooked teeth

and from that list, i checked the qualities that i liked and those that i didn't, though i won't do that here because i don't want anyone knowing which ones i like and which i don't. so which one won? guy one or guy two.

heh

"you should consider psychotherapy", richard said to jenny and me. i don't see what is so bad with going up and observing a person. psh. i stare at them in class for laugh anyway.

let me apply some chemistry to real life (just because i'm currently learning this junk) and explain why i should move to the oceanfront.

even though i cannot swim, i would like to be living there right now. why? because it is the ocean and the ocean is an extremely large body of water. water has a high heat capacity and it will asorb all of the sun's heat so i won't be burning my ass off in this 90 degree temperature struggling to breathe in this super humid weather.

yes. this is why i should move to an oceanfront.

it's really creepy how some people are that school spirited to make a xanga for the school. it was like a calendar for my school. no, it's more like an outdated bulletin with the school colors as the background (ugg). who has that much time? who cares about the school that much? who is that school spirited? (. . . especially for temple city)


oh my . .

Something Corporate's The Runaway

it is a known fact that i do not like to color. in 7th grade, i got myself a set of 50 colorpencils for a project and i'm still using them. over the years and the many times that i have brought them to school, i seem to be losing my colorpencils. i am now down to 38 of them and well, it sucks. what is the point in getting a 50 pack if you lose half of the different colors that the normal packs do not have?

a few weeks ago, emily told me about a set of 100 colorpencils and i have been itching to get myself that set because 100 is so much better than a measly 50 set that now became 38. i mean, with the 100 set, you will not only have the original colors, but you'll get different ones that aren't the ones that i have. there will be more analagous colors that are very hard to mix with normal color pencils. and now i'm coloring this stupid map that requires an wide assortment of different colors that my dinky 38 set will not cover. grr. but why is it that i want the 100 set if i do not like to color? you know, i really don't know. perhaps it is the fact that i am just too darned lazy to mix colors for my homework because it takes too long.

after all of this, i don't care why i want the 100 set. all i know is that i want it

i went off to see the wizard, the wizard of oz.

hehehehe. i was kidding. instead, i became cultural and i went to go see the school musical, Annie Get Your Gun at the San Gabriel Civic Auditorium. The atmosphere was nice, except for the crappy chairs that have been worn out and that seating guy Clint who creeps me out. He was a bad seater, if i may add. he placed us into the wrong seats twice. Oh yeah, i had a crappyass seat with a kid who kept moving around and whose hair stuck up nice and high and blocked my view. i also had this big lady sit in front of me with hair like cotton candy that just sat on her head like nothing and obstructed my view of the middle part of the stage.
anywho, the musical was good. i should have tried out for a part as an indian. and if i made it in, then i wouldn't have to had race on thursday because i would have been at rehersal or something. oh darn.
after the play, my hands turned completely red from all of the clapping, and i'll have the songs stuck in my head for weeks. it's worth it though. the show was worth the 8 bucks i paid to get in.

Name: Brian Lee
Grade: 11
Screenname: azngangstaboi78
Occupation: Stalker
Who has supposedly: Seen me around school and asked around (puh. what a lie)

-who the fuck is this?

i need a damned yearbook.

i found out that a friend of mine of which i have been calling jimmy ever since i met him in crosscountry is actually named james. my gosh, why didn't anyone tell me? is there a relationship between the two names? for example, dick is a shortened name for richard. perhaps jimmy and james are related as well, right? err . . everyone else called him jimmy. pff. he looks more like a jimmy anyway.

the next thing today:
megan spat behind my ear. that was just gross. she didn't really spit, but her saliva somehow made its way of flying from her seat behind me all the way to the back of my ear while i was leaning forward on my table. who would have known that spit could travel so far.

now for some complaining (this is the part that people shouldn't read because i make myself sound like an evil old wench with no heart or consideration for the person):
let me go on ahead and complain about this person. i'll call him ted for these purposes.
ever since my dad decided that he would go to school during lunch and take my heavyass books home for me, ted decides that he will follow along and helpme carry some of the heavyass books. <--this is his act of showing what a caring friend he is. puh he then decides that he became "buddybuddies" with my dad because he would say "hi mr phun!" and leave. puh again. now he is starting to annoy me like heck and wait by the damned locker for me to come and so he can walk me down the halls and say, "hi mr phun" to my dad. now what do i do? i rush out of my 5th period and talk under my breath and say, "please don't let him be there. please don't let him follow me. please let him go away" a million times because i really don't like him following me around.
this little kid does not think for himself. he would say one thing one second and the next minute, someone will say otherwise andhe will agree with the person. (what the fuck, right?) anyway, ever since i joined crosscountry and track, ted would say, "you're crazy, jennifer. running is too hard. i would never join track. blah blah blah. ". well duh. then the semester ends and now it's track season. ted all of a sudden decides that he will join track as well. just because his "friends" are in it and we say how fun the meets are, because well, they are fun. just not when you're running your race. so ted just joins because it is "fun" and because his friends are in it. i told him, don't do it. it's a mistake to join track, especially since he doesn't even run in p.e. and walks the entire time. he's too damned lazy to be committed in such a sport as hard as running. ted just thinks, hey, it's just running. i can run. how hard can it be?
fuck it's freaking hard you dumbass. i warned him. then all of a sudden stupid little ted comes along and runs into a tree. out of all the stupidest things he can do, right? he hurts his little leg area and tells coach that he can't run. so what if he can't run. now tell me, if you were injured and didn't have to go to practices, would you still go to them? i mean really, go home already. so there i am running and he just stands on the other side of the block and claps his annoying clap when i run by and say "good job". i don't want his damned encouragement because i know that he's just saying it just so he would seem like a good friend. HA. and later on when we're done, he starts patting you on the back like you're a dog and say, "good job. you ran good today (notice the grammar)". and run off back into the school. if he is sooooooooooooooooo injured, then why the heck is he running back to school? then i see him playing tennis with his "injured" leg. yes, then he "hurts" it again. what a phony.

fuck allen liang that annoying butthole brat

after slowly writing my essay for the exit exams, i went back to sixth period history almost late because i finished when the bell rang to dismiss the people from lunch to go to class. tired and starving, i walked across campus and marched up the stairs and sped off to class. luckily i made it in when the bell was still ringing and everyone was gathering by the grades to see what they got.
now, everyone knows that in every class, there are some competitive or nosey people who love to see who is ranked one.
so i was putting my heavyass books down because i couldn't give them to my dad today and the "incident guy" that emily has gone all googly for pokes his head into where i was and says out loud 4099.
how smart of me to ask, "what?" replying to the call of my ID number. now the girl who used to be ranked one is kind of mad at me for beating her to the top because all she really cared about was being number one, and now all of those nosey, competitive guys can think,"hey, that quiet girl is number one", and of course, i now get evil stares by emily because her incident guy spoke to me and not her. how wonderful is that.

being revealed sucks

three runs in one day does not make a happy jennifer.

the first time i ran was to go to jenny's house so i can run some more up 60 degree hills.

then i had to run up those 60 degree hills for an hour.

after jenny's mom dropped me off home, i realized that i didn't have my cell. obviously i thought that it was in jenny's car, so i called jenny and asked her if she could get it for me and give it to me tomorrow. then some man calls my house asking if lost my phone. well my golly, he had my phone. the weird part is that he somehow found it on the crossstreet of my house. i was in a car at that time. how the heck did it end up on the cross street? well i'm glad he found it, so the third time i had to go out and run today was to run all the way down the super long street to the man who had my phone.

what i realized was that i was in serious trouble and if i didn't get that phone back, my parents would go nuts since that phone is 500 bucks. i also knew that the man was in a hurry and would leave so i ran. i ran with a passion at racing speed. i was determined, and wow, i cannot believe i ran three times today.

now i am a tired, reckless butt who cannot keep her head up while doing her work.
i hate running




next thing: if anyone pinches me tomorrow, i'll punch 'em.

stupid slutty white girls (yes, i am a mean inconsiderate person who complains about people according to race) who wear too much make up for their damned good piss me off

jenny and i went to room 601 and put our stuff down at our spots yesterday for the exit exams and went to pick up our tests. when we came back, we saw stupid slutty white girls in our spots and our stuff off to the side. they had to right to move our stuff. heck, they had no right to even touch it. all of the guys at our table yesterday then had to switch spots because of those stupid white girls who think that they are oh-so cool because they wear bras and panties to school to attract the guys (okay i'm overexaggerating a bit, but it's pretty darned close. they're not even pretty). They were just smiling at us like nothing freaking happened and they expected me to sit next to them. heck no. are they that dumb? i refused to sit next to them. all they will do is copy my test.

but i still don't get it. have they no respect for other's property and wishes? the seats were on a first come first serve basis and we got there first. we got there yesterday first, as well. what thehell is wrong with those stupid slutty white girls.

i volunteered to go to a track meet that i didn't have to . . . i'm nuts.

"Students not in school are happy students, healthy or not." - pershgn


heh

for those of you who care even the tiniest bit about my running, which i doubt because even i don't care about my running, i PRed on the 800! yay.

this was the distance invitationals that i stupidly volunteered to go to and i went, PRed by 18 or 20 seconds (i'm not really sure), placed 4th in my heat (which was the last one by the way because i'm a reject runner), and medaled.

"girl, you dying. go get some water", the medal man said. well duh i was dying. i was supposed to run my slow 3:18 half mile, even though tomasulo said i ran a 3:15.

i also got to see some cool magic tricks from erik. i swear that he is cheating somehow. i just have to figure it out. it's all in the hands i say.

now for the after math, i have a sore throat with a bad cough, a giant bruise around my knee because i stupidly walked into the metal bleachers, and i am sunburned. crappy? i know, but i am so damned happy!



boy am i sure going to be sore tomorrow. i'll be waiting . . .

everywhere in school i see billboards, signs, and advertisements of the students running for a position in the school. i tell you, they get cheezier each year as they mock advertisements, names, commercials, movies, and tv shows. what happened to the creativity that i used to see? how are they going to win votes if their posters and advertisements aren't even creative and catchy? some campaign posters and slogans do not even make sense and they do not even bring thoughts to a complete closure. i tell you, these gimmics, cheezy mocking slogans sure are not going to get my vote.

of course this brings me to my next point. why is it that some people even bother running when they have absolutely no chance of winning? i give them points for attempting such things, but gosh, they are not going to win. they should consider who they are running against and just how darned popular that person is. students do not vote for who they think will do the best job. they vote for their friends and if you're popular with a lot of friends, you are bound to win. it's just how it is. take this one candidate eileen. she is friends with just about everyone in all of her classes and previous classes that she has been in. she's friends with the azn "gangstas", which is for the most part, all of the asian population in the school besides the fobs hence, the asian majority, and here she is also a little cheerleader and is friends with all of the white people, which makes up the other half of the school. with the entire class her friends, she is bound to win, and of course, this has happened every year she ran. so my question is: why do people bother running?

oh my gosh. i feel as sark is rubbing off on me. i am not blogging daily now. i used to blog five times a day. and then 4, 3, just depending on what i had to say. and now . . . now i am not even writing in this thing once a day. so help me

i, jennifer phun, am not a cheerleader. i am not an unofficial cheerleader as well. cheering for you team members at a track meet does NOT make me a cheerleader. it doesn't matter if i jump around, clap, cheer, make my voice heard, and call out words and phrases of encouragement. it does not matter at all. i am not a cheerleader and i do not plan on being one.

i am extremely disappointed in my class. they are extremely stupid for all thinking exactly alike. that jared armburst guy won, and he was only in this thing as a joke. he slacks off, doesn't try, extremely stupid, i mean, what the hell is wrong with my class? he won the position of juinor class president. kevin cheng would have won. i would have preferred him over jared, even if i hate kevin. but no, his stupid friend jenny lee decided to run against him and they share the same frients so the votes were split and none of them won. stupid jenny lee. darn these people who voted for jared. darn you all to hell! gosh, if there was anyone more stupid, it would be my class.

another thing. jared had all of the reasons to be disqualified. why wasn't he disqualified? what the fucking hell

and george ratkovitch he won as well. that guy with the frikin ransom note as a flyer. he was in this election for all of the wrong reasons. have they no decency? my fucking gosh. just because he is a fucking popular guy who is friends with just about everyone who is white in the school. what losers.



so the people who actually wanted to do something for the school lost and the ones who were in as a joke and for the wrong reasons won. what the fuck is this

note: i am not the onlooker of my glue, jenny ***. I do not know her whereabouts every second of her life.

whenever she isn't present for practice, class, or anything else, people would come and ask me, "hey, where's jenny?". well here is something i have to say: I do not know everything. I am not a digital map and am able to pinpoint where she is. I am not this giant brain that knows what she is doing at certain times.

If she is missing and never told me about anything, how am i to know where she is? Honestly, I am not her mom. I do not live with her as Tomasulo thinks. I am just a friend. What do you expect from me?

this is something no one would care about because i am just whining again, so anyone who reads this may skip this portion.





i was showing karen shorts tan line and the difference in values of the two colors. it's really creepy how white i really am compared to the color that is seen.
then my mom comes along and says, "of course there is a tan. do you see everyone else running? their shorts go to their knees compared to what you run in." sure my shorts are not as long as everyone else's, but hey, i never bought my shorts. my aunt gave them to me from her little sewing company. what is she complaining about? if she wants me to wear longer shorts, then why doesn't she by gosh buy them so she can be happy?

alas, jennifer speaks. now for another pointless entry.


zippers are not as cut out as anyone would think of them to be. sure, they can seal up openings and fasten clothing together. so what? they're evil. they're dangerous they're painful. and of course, they are not fun.

i was attempting to close my backpack while walking as i would normally do in other situations like this, and boom. i move my hand up and that darned zipper broke my nail. no, it isn't like one of those chips in the nail that other girls would freak out about. this zipper just happened to break down into my meat and peel off. that was gross. i got to see the many layers of my fingernail on my left index finger as some layers peeled off. who would have known that my nail woul dhave so many layers. i thought it was just one chunk of my dead skin cells all packed in close together to make my filmsy nail.

so people thought that zippers were oh-so practical. i don't