i, jennifer am officially annoyed by phonecalls may it be phonecalls about homework, help, or just to talk. I've never liked talking on the phone before and my hatred towards the phone has grown over the past month or so. i don't like to keep my phone on because leaving it off will enable me to avoid annoying phonecalls just to talk. but i have to keep my phone on. my dad usually calls so i have to wait for his call on my phone.

i do not like cellphone conversations either. calling my cell while i am at home is a stupid thing to do because my house and location is crappy because there is only one or no signal lines in the house. if the person just had to call me, why not just call my damned house? also, i am on family plan. family plan i say. i cannot waste hours talking on the phone wasting my time and the minutes that i have to split talking nonsense or talking about nothing at all on the phone. i tell you, i don't want to talk on the phone. stop calling me

one other thing i do not like about casual conversation is that i don't have time for it. for the most part, my conversations are silent and all i hear is air. it's a waste of minutes and my time. do you know how long phone calls take? i am normally doing my homework all day long and a phone call will only delay me an hour or so. i will attempt to read for my english class and some person would call me and distract me from my reading and everyone should know what happens when i'm distracted while reading. i will read a paragraph every 30 minutes and still not understand it.

"hey baby. are you online?
yes, i'm here.
is it the first time you've chat?
hmm, well i think it should be so funny
heehe. well yes, it is. you'll be my web lover.
what's your name?
i'm blonde girl
so you'll be my blonde girl."



i'll be damned if this really happened

"jennifer", my mom says, "you should look out the window more often and see if people walk by".


i think that i should, too. my sister's boyfriend would gallivant into my house and sit outside for the longest time without me even knowing. how can that be? i used to know the slightest change in the house. i used to know who came to visit. i used to know everything that occured within my house. now, i don't even know if my little loud bratty cousin is in the house. i should stop being so focused on my homework. i should be more attentive. yes. that's it

never underestimate the time it will take to build a calorimeter. i thought that it would take an hour at most to build a stupid calorimeter, really i did. i saw a real calorimeter, examples of student built calorimeters, and diagrams in the book. it didn't seem hard or long. we came across a lot of problems while trying to build one for ourselves.

boy did we sure overlook this stupid thing. all together, jenny and i spent 6 hours building the stupid thing. 6 hours and it is still so crappy.

Longdon Avenue is a very seen avenue. yesterday as i walked to jenny's house, i was spotted by two people i know driving by in cars. later on when jenny and i had to go get some cups, we had to walk on longdon avenue again as yet another person we knew spotted us as she looked out of the window in the passenger seat of a car. twice while walking on Longdon Avenue, Jenny and I got honked at by two cars. this time we do not know why we got honked at because we were not wearing shorts as every other time we got honked at, we were. so something that i have come to say is that if I or anyone else in my area does not want to be seen walking down a street, avoid Longdon avenue.

people such as chris are very discouraging. i say this out of a current experience.

i know that i'm not a fast runner and you know what, i don't really care. if i was fast, tomasulo would put a lot more pressure on me, as if he doesn't do so enough already. i went out on my own time for a run around my block. sadly enough, chris just has to live around the block and just happened to be outside while i ran by. he saw me running down the street and yells out, "you're slow!" while i'm there on my own time preparing myself for my race tomorrow.

yeah. he can really kill the spirit i had in me. he made my energy to run die out. he made my enthusiasm for running even lower than it was low. he made me feel that all my hard work and practicing was pointless and that i didn't improve one bit. he actually made me feel bad for going out to run and show the world how slow i am.






i should whack people like chris with a bag of oranges.

every summer since 6th grade, i have been attending the jaime escalante math program at the east los angeles college so i would be able to accelerate in math while i am at school.
So far, I have met three guys at elac that just happened to go to a temple city school one point in there lives. First it was Joseph A. Then Johnathon L. and then it was Joshua with some last name i don't know of.
During my second year at elac, i was taking algebra1 with Mr. Martinez and Johnathon sat behind me. He mentioned that he was going to temple city high school in that time period as well. After summer school ended, I went back to regular school (duh) and one time as i walked down the street from my school, i saw johnathon hitting some guy and that was the last i ever saw of him. I thought that he moved away or something and i left it alone.
Today, I found out that Johnathon had not moved away and he just happens to be the long term boyfriend of Fiona, my group member and friend. I've seen them two together but damn, I never knew that was him. Boy do people sure change in one year. He looks completely different today.

The sad thing is, he still remembered me while i forgot all about him. He even remembered that I won dodger tickets for my grades in summer school.

i have this giant bruise on my lower arm or whereever that is. it isn't common to get bruises on this part of the arm, either, but somehow, i managed to get a bruise that measures one inch by one and a half inches. this bruise is also accompanied by this itchy bump off to the side of it, so when i scratch away the itchyness on my arm, i am pressing against my bruise causing pain to myself.
this nasty 'ol bruise is pink in one circle area, while the surroundings are purplish brown. (yes, now my arm looks extremely dirty because of this bruise) it hurts to touch the bruise, or place my fingers in a certain position moving that bone in my arm up to touch the bruise. it also hurts to put any pressure to my arm, such as pressing hard against something, or lifting anything heavy because if i do, i can feel blood gushing to that area in my arm.
recently, i have been too weak to lift up my backpack, my books, or even hold a steady pencil. i don't know about the whole pencil part, but i think that i have discovered why i have been so damned weak. i probably popped a vein or something while attempting to carry too much crap around school that i need. psh
one last thing is that i have no idea how i got this nasty 'ol bruise on my arm. i didn't hit it against the wall or anything because i sleep against the wall with my other arm and the area bruised is the side facing side. if i were to guess where this bruise came from, i would say that it came from my heavyass backpack falling off my shoulder onto my arm causing a bruise that large.damn this sucks

and update on my bruise:

it swelled up and my arm isn't flat anymore. i can feel my bruise; and it isn't by the pain.

there is also this circle area in the middle of my bruise that is my regular skin color. for some reason, this circle area did not get bruised.

i have also come up with more reasons on how i got this bruise. instead of my backpack causing it, it could have been all of the stuff i had to carry and my books caused this bruise.
the next reason is that some idiot grabbed my arm too hard and squeezed it, which would explain why there is this area that isn't bruised. so if this is true, who am i going to blame this bruise on? it is either jenny or kervin, but i'm leaning more towards kervin because that guy is strong. jenny always grabbed my arm and dragged me somewhere and i never got a giantass bruise from it because i don't think that she is strong enough to do this to me. kervin on the other hand grabbed my arm and swung it around until it felt as if my arm would break off. again, i am boggled.
jenny also told me that there might be an unbalance in the fluids in my body, which can cause swelling and bruises. *shrugs* i don't care how i got it right now. i just want it to go away.

i feel as if my tabulas has become a bruise updater. oh well.

more news on my bruise:
it's starting to turn kind of green.

i also might get another bruise on my other arm due to kervin's extremely hard elbow, and if i do, i am most definately blaming it on him.
if i do not receive a bruise on my arm by kervin, then i must have gotten my bruise by some moron who intentionally rams his giant, rough, heavy duffle bag at my arm when i was walking on his opposing direction.

okay so i'm not going to talk about my bruise anymore, unless i see that it is healing.


something that really gets me is how inconsiderate people are. they are so damned selfish only wanting the best for themselves and not caring for other people's property.
i say this from what i have observed in ms. van buren's art class. ms. van buren just bought 12 sets of new, high quality paintbrushes, and let her students use them, just as long as they checked them out and in. it seemed fair. the stupid thing is that everyone wanted to borrow the paintbrushes, because they were new and good. they just wanted the best for themselves.
today as i went to art to borrow some supplies so i would be able to work on my art project over spring break, ms van buren asked if i wanted to borrow a set of her new paint brushes, because she saw that i was actually working in her class. i accepted, only to see that all of her new brushes sucked because everyone who was soo greedy borrowed them and didn't respect her property. they didn't even wash her brushes, and if they did, they only ran it under water for a little bit. the paint got caked on, ruining her new brushes. what is wrong with these people? if they want to continue using the best, they should start learning how to respect it and actually take care of it. ugg

Scary enough, I do have a Xanga, like any other aZn. har de har har! The link stands as it is. My Xanga

hahahaha. that link is for those oh-so curious people who want to find out more about me, even though there is absolutely nothing on it.

i'm a loser with no life. har de har har. and yet somehow i don't care.


i went to ask my teacher if she could give me the homework assingment for the day after spring break. that way, i wouldn't be wasting my break. no biggie, right?
"you really have no life", my math teacher tells me.
oh well.


i can understand it when my classmates tell me that, but from a teacher? wow.

here it is. another update on my bruise.


i have noticed that it is starting to heal. can you believe that? it's just healing the opposite way. the circle area in the middle of my bruise, that wasn't bruised, is increasing in size; therefore decreasing the size of my bruise. yippie

That is what everyone who sees me from now on will say.



I was exported from China, now an immigrant in the United States. I cannot speak english. I AM A FOB!

What happened to the white-washed "American Girl" we all used to know? Well I'll tell you. She became a fob after she got her haircut from a fob lady! She told the lady to hack off two inches. She told her to layer it. And so the fob lady cut it. Unfortunately for Jennifer, the lady misunderstood how she wanted her hair to be cut, so she cut it her own way. Jennifer admits that it is layered, but it is FOB-LAYERING!
The fob lady barber also put chemicals into Jennifer's hair as she thought, "NO! NO CHEMICALS IN MY HAIR!!". because chemicals will only damage her hair and make it feel coarse and disgusting as it was usually soft and dainty.
It looks like a light bulb. It looks coarse. It looks rough. It looks like fly-away hair. It looks like a fob haircut minus the orange hair coloring It simply looks NASTY.




So the next time you see Jennifer with her hair down, which it probably wouldn't be because she refuses for anyone to see how fob-like it makes her look, go ahead. Say, "HELLO, FOB!!!" and point and laugh. Jennifer is expecting it.

i am usually dreamless when i sleep at night. it isn't often that i dream, but when i do, my dreams are morbid. i dream of ghosts, spirits, demons, bombs, erupting volcanoes, running, and death. i do not think of ghosts all day long. I do not think of them at all. why is it that they haunt my dreams at night and cause a bad nights sleep every once in a while? what is wrong with me?



i can remember my morbid dreams vividly. I can recall the bonbs, the ghost stuffed-kangaroo, the volcanos, the endless running dreams, and that little girl in the corner of the mirror laughing as it disappeared.

why is it that my dreams keep coming back to me? the same scenes, characters, and all that jazz.



there was this creepy guy in kiddyland today and he followed jenny, karen, and me. he stood a few feet away and stared. watch me have dreams of him tonight.

i have turned on the competitve mode this spring break. i will defend my position as Member of the Day on Reinvented (which by the way needs more members so feel free to join the boards). Halite will not win.





now why can't i be this competitive while running my races?

Hi, I'm Jennifer. The girl with a uninary problem and bladder issues (not really. It was never diagonsed). I know that I tend to have to pee a lot, but I didn't know that you can see it through my face.

Today, I went to the Los Angeles Central Library in Downtown to find some books on Scotland, and I tell you, that place is HUGEE. 8 floors, baby! and you cannot immagine the separate departments in the library. anyway, when I first entered, I first thought, "hey, where are all of the books?" and i was wandering aimlessly for a while until a security lady stopped me and asked, "are you looking for the bathroom?". Wow, Thanks, lady. Thanks for telling me that I look like I have to pee (even though I didn't have to).

"fate"
"destiny"
"path"
"fence"
"blockades"
"wall"
"prison"
"inmate"

what does this prove? that we are in prison, with fate watching over us, and our every moves.



although i do not believe in fate, this is one possible reason.

perhaps it was fate that led eliwood to do as he did. . . .




fuck. he will be missed

eliwood, my dear friend eliwood, i am so sorry for what happened. i am so sorry . . for you. eliwood . . i cannot believe that you are just . . gone. gone from the rest of my life. i had dreams, you know. dreams that we would one day meet. i thought that you were the one. i . . liked you. even if it was an internet thing, i really did. i went on aero just to see you, no one else. i wanted to see you, i wanted to know that you were okay. i cared for you . . and now that you are gone . . passed away, i don't know what i will do. i'm a miserable fuck. one insult and i burst out in tears. my heart aches each time. and when i found out . . . i started crying. i cried every night. i wish it was otherwise. i really do. . . . eliwood, please watch over me. i promise, and i have made it my life . . to do whatyou would have done. to please you. and i work for the best. eliwood . . friend . . (heh. i remember that i called you friend. you are my friend, eliwood), i will truly miss you. i will miss how you cared for me, how you wanted to. i'll miss everything about you. even though you are gone from me . . for the rest of my lifetime, i'mglad that i met you. i'm glad you came into my life. i'm glad you told me your troubles, everything.
what you did was selfish, but i understand where you came from. i'm sorry for what happened. everything.

i love you, eliwood.

all of those sad songs out there . . . i never used to care about them. i never thought they were sad or anything . . but now, it's different . . . the songs . . . they're enough to cause me to . . cry.

i watched better luck tomorrow out of sheer boredom and i realized what a ton of aZn fucks those guys were.

they're like those . . . bastards . . . that screwed up eliwood's life. they were just as those jerks that killed his family.


. . . i hate them

i had to write sentences in spanish for homework using "ser" or "estar" in every sentence for the nouns in my chapter. why? i do not know. i made up stupid sentences, because well, there isn't much of a variety of sentences i can can make using the word "is" or a form of it, in every darned sentence. I needed subjects, as well, people doing something. So what did I do . . I used the names of people I talked to, today. I made everyone seem like morons in my sentences, and I killed off a few of them, too. Oh well.

examples of my sad, sad sentences (translated!):
David slept on his stomach because his butt bone was broken. (i know there is no such thing as a buttbone, but i don't know how to say pelvis in spanish)
Jenny was sad, so she cut her wrists.
Karen burned her knee when she was in a house that was on fire.
Amy needs crutches because her butt bones are broken from when she was running. (buttbone as a substitute for hips. what am i doing?)
Chris has a virus in his heart (is that possible?), and now, he is dead.
My leg has an infection, and the doctor used a clean knife and he cut my leg off.

of course, i had sentences that stated the obvious.

The dust is dirty.
Alfredo is a male nurse, because he is a man.


duh!

i wasn't going that fast today while running. it was an easy day, and my right calve hurt. as i ran past allen, who always comes up with reasons not to run, i heard him say, "jennifer can go faster than that. she's not trying." yes, it is comments like that, that make me want to hit the guy.

if a person runs slowly one day when they can go faster, then there is a reason. my reason was that it felt like there was a sphere stuck in my calve. as it turns out, i have a muscle strain and some small veins tore, as said by that trainer guy i had to go to. wonderful. and he says that i'm not trying and i can go faster. if i went faster, i would probably end up in a cast. now for those stupid people who think that they can say anything about a person and how they're trying . . well, i think they should know the reason behind it . .

i hate it when my mom and my sister fight. all i hear is yelling. allll because karen has this stupid attitude problem and always yells back, and so the yelling becomes louder and louder.

and they tell me not to raise my voice

i stupidly bruised my index finger today with the fingernail of my thumb. it isn't even on the surface area, but the side opposite my nail. it hurts.




i also was dared by jenny and karen to sit on kervin while he was sitting on the ground at lunch, just to get back at him and freak him out. jenny held kervin down and well, i sat on him and he countered me. i was violated.

i wonder, how on earth did my aunt, bobo, pass the united states citizenship test if the best she can do with grammar and commands is, "GO YOU HOUSE!" ? what kind of system is our government trying to pull off anyway? go you house! this is sad.

i like to sterotype people. :D i can't help it. if i see a person, i will place them into little subgroups . . just like that. such as yesterday. my dad's stupid spoiled brother came over so he could use my dad as a chauffer. he also brought three boys of which i recently found out that they were my cousins. the second boy who just happened to be my age was the one i sterotyped. the instant i saw him, i knew that he was a troublemaker. it was the way he walked. the way he talked. his facial expressions. the way he sat. the way he dressed. the way he thought that he was too cool for everyone else. and even the way he touched his hair. yes, i categorized him as a wannabe aZn GaNgStaA fob guy. of course, everyone knows that wannabes are worse than the real thing, and he was one of them. after they all left, i found out that the wannabe cousin of mine (i don't know their names. i don't plan on knowing, either) got suspended for fighting at school.
boy was i correct.



i also found out something incredibly sick about them. their family bought a 150 dollar snake, but not as a pet. they slaughtered it and ate its guts. *shivers*

i ran two seconds slower than my slowest mile time race! damnit. i blame this 100 degree temperature they are making us run in. i blame the humidity. i blame the heat. hell, i blame everything about it. how now. just what causes this extremely warm spring weather??? OH. i know! cars! factories! smokers! (okay probably not smokers, but i shall blame them anyway) darn these things! they make me sufferrrr. suffer i say! *shakes fist*

what happened to the april showers?

while i was waiting for my race to begin today, emily and i began talking about the ozone. then i referred back to HK1997's comment on farts and how it destroys our ozone. if this is so, wouldn't it be more effective to save our ozones by collecting our farts, like what they do to the cows, and use it as our gas? wouldn't we be saving our environment by using our farts instead of the natural gas? there should be a device that can capture and store farts . . . such as those tires and when you pump in air, it stays. if we could make such a thing for farts, then who knows what will happen next. we'd have a world that didn't smell as bad, while saving our ozone a bit or at least preventing it from deteriorating even more. and our poop. the smell that comes from it is like methane gas as well. i should create a machine that captures the gaseous smells from poop and use that as gas to fuel machines and stuff. it would be like converting garbage into energy. I know there are such machines you can build convert trash into energy, but poop into gas. . . . *ponders* if i were to build such a thing, i can win the nobel prize. :D

now for pfarts. it's a club. i just wonder if anyone would join a club called pfarts. i think the name scares them away, but it would be like an environmental club. and if i were to invent machines to capture farts and turn poop into this gas that can fuel other machines, then i'll have such a club. a nickel for your fart. that's it. that should be my slogan.














and for those that wonder about my race. the girls lost miserably because this one girl from the other team runs varsity guy pace. psh. darn that girl. i decided to run the 880 (half mile) today, rather than my usual one mile, because i really wanted to beat san marino and their evil blue uniform. eeevil blue. they are so intimidating. i wanted to P.R, and beat that time i had at APU where i medaled. i thought it was possible, but as it turns out, i sucked miserably. i got my usual 3:!5 for the half, even though i thought that i was going my 2:58 pace. fuck