oNeHUngRybUnnY: just want to let you know
oNeHUngRybUnnY: you're now my idol

Wow. I never thought I would hear that.

oNeHUngRybUnnY: i am going to be
oNeHUngRybUnnY: just like you

I am now Han's role-model. ._. That makes me feel oh-so special. :3

I was cricket hunting, yo.

Crickets aren't bad little creatures, but lately, their chirps have increased and I'M PEEVED! I've even discovered a new cricket. I'm used to seeing the ones with the flat color and big heads, and the cuter crickets, with different browns in it. Lately, I've seen mahogany-colored crickets. These must be the troublemakers.

I want a chirp-less sleep. Yes I do.

I ventured throughout the house with a little container in hand, so I could trap the little critters and take them outside. Then I heard the loud chirps . . . but where could it come from? Under my bed! How dare you, cricket. It was impossible for my container to capture the thing when it was on the side of the wall.
With my skills in hand, I caught the cricket in a bag.

There ends the cricket hunting night.

I never did understand why Asian people fought over who gets to pay the bill at a restaurant.

I would think that the people do not want to pay the tab, and rather, make the guest/company pay because they're cheepos like that.
Boy, am I wrong.

I always found it quite amusing when my dad would fight with Edwin's grandpa over who gets to pay the bill. It's not that they're doing this out of common courtesy, but they actually want to.

It's not only my parents and Edwin's family that do this, because I see many other families doing the exact same thing.

I'm confused.

I was watching Discovery Kids earlier in the day with the lack of better things to do and better things to watch on t.v. It wasn't bad, either. They were doing a show on spiders. Oh yeah, those little creatures that I suck up in my vacuum. =]

The spiders are actually cool. I got to watch them mate (Booyeah. Spider secks!), get eaten, eat, wrestle, jump, make gooey silk, make trap doors . . etc. They do it all, and have been living way longer than I have. :3

Is it one to say that I should respect those that have been here far longer than I have . . by a few billion years?

True, I now appreciate these ugly, creepy, disgusting arachnids . . . .
But I will still kill them.

Once again, I am sick as fuck. My nostril must be filled with mucus, for I can only breath out of one nostril. Ick. My head is light, my throat burns, my gums are numb, and I feel dead.
I took the liberty of looking into my mouth while I was brushing my teeth only to see the fuchsia color of the portion of my throat that is burning. Amazing.

Jenny made me drink blended vegetable juice. That's right. V8's vegetable juice. It was thick, murky, red, and I could see the bits and pieces of vegetables. Yes, it was disgusting, but I drank it all.

It didn't help.

My throat still burns like hell, my head is still light, I still can't breathe . . . eck.
I drank vegetable juice for no reason. [/hysterical]

That's not cool.

A new rule was enforced in my school as the teachers were discussing it with the administrators of the school the previous week when school didn't start.

The admins don't want food, juice, drinks, gum or anything of that sort in the classrooms. Yeah, I can understand that. Roaches, mold and that whatnot.

But the teachers now announced that we cannot drink water in the classroom. The admins have gone too far. Yeah, send a pupil to the hospital for dehydration! Go ahead!
What the hell can water do to the classroom? Oh, the floor gets wet. boohoo. There are paper towel dispensers in the classrooms for a reason.



If I ever get sent to the hospital for dehydration, you'll know who to blame.

Well here is a big Fuck You to June Wang for writing all over my history textbook!

Do you know how difficult it is to read and make an outline of the sections if everthing has sloppy, dark, big underlines under the words/phrases? The lines cross out the word or phrase that I would like to read because they're shitass ugly! To make it worse, it's not only in pencil. There are penmarks everywhere.

I hate you.

I don't care if I don't know who Jun Wang is, and I don't care if I'm not supposed to accuse people. Jun Wang is the person who previously used my textbook because he has the same sloppy, fat, ugly pencil that writes and underlines ugly. I know it is him.

Fuck you, June Wang.

P.S. My sister called you a stupid fob.

Ever since freshman year, I've been stuck with a first period (zero period to other schools). I hate first period. hate hate hate! I am used to it, but I still hate it. :x I clearly marked No First Period on the schedule for freshman year, but they still gave me a first period. When I tried to change it back, the counselors lied to me and said that there was no more room, when the people who registered later than I did not have a first period.

Sophomore year, I was stuck with a first period because I had to take seven classes. :?

But this year, I had it perfect. I was not given a first period. I got to sleep in . . . but . . . my mom dropped me from xcountry/track and I now have first period P.E. The main reason I joined xcountry was to get out of the swimming in P.E., but I have the class again . . with the period I despise. Fuck.

This does not make a happy Jennifer.

My birthday is less than a month away. :O Wish me a happy 16th birthday on October 11 and I will love you.

Foh-eva. :hart hart hart:

P.S. If you don't wish me a happy 16th birthday, I will be filled with angst. =X



Edit: Watermelon sent me an extremely long birthday card because he wrote in tiny 6 point font. Beat his card and make your message to me longer. :OO~~

A fob that cannot speak English very well as a lab partner! Hoorah!

It's not that I don't know people in there, it's just that they have "closer" friends and I was the odd one out. feh. I can't say that I like them very much anyway.

I didn't like my Chem class as it was. I didn't like the teacher, either. Now I really don't like the class.



Feck.

Remember in some old entry of mine where I said I was Postassium Permanganate and used it as my username? :O But of course.

Now, this great liquid has become a part of me for a day or so. This has become a reality no thanks to Chemistry. I got to work with that magenta fluid today with my lab partner. We were completely clueless on whatever the hell we were supposed to do, but it didn't matter. We suceeded. Amazing. :O
My lab partner, as stubborn as he is, insisted that he control the buret. (Really, what is there to control? Open the valve and let it drip, damnit) He made me swirl the flask around and the KMnO4 dripped onto my hand and thumb leaving a nasty brown mark on my thumb and hand.

Yes, that is now Potassium Permanganate became a part of me. The stain will remain until a day or two passes. :3

Until then, Potassium Permanganate!

That fucktard stole my username! LastStarryNight was my AIM screenname wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy before July 12, 2003 where she created her LJ, therefore she stole my identity. Laura's little shooting star can shoot up my ass for all I care because LSN is me. Me I say.

It is my username.
It is my identity.
How dare she steal it from me?

Please note:
I am not a happy Jennifer

Who's smart idea was it to announce that pink is "in" for the guys? I blame Emo.


Back then, guys were considered faggots for wearing pink. Pink made them feminine and guys did not want to be feminine. And back in the days, the guys must have had a lot of balls to wear pink.

Now everywhere I walk, I see some guy in pink. Pink pants, pink shorts, pink sweaters, pink polos, pink button up shirts, pink stripes. These guys even synchronize pink shirt days.

What the hell?

It's not stylish. They look like idiots. :x
They're all a bunch of attention whores trying to make a statement. Yes, you will get your attention. You will get your negative attention.

I don't care who announces what is in style or not. I am firm when I say, Pink is NOT in.

On this wonderful, wonderful day, I got a nosebleed at school.

Fuck, right?

I was nosebleed-free for over a year and the last time I had one in school was in fifth grade. Why today? Why during class? =[ Why? Because it was burning hot outside and freezing cold inside. It's a wonder why I don't get nosebleeds everyday. Anyhow, I was completely clueless on how to stop the stupid thing because my mom is usually the one that makes my nose stop leaking blood. My old history teacher told me to stick wet paper up my mouth, rather the water gushed out of the paper into my mouth. D: I even tried the tactic of putting water on my forehead. It didn't work. And after twenty whole minutes of class-time, I got my nose to stop bleeding but I tasted the blood in my mouth instead. What a great trade-off. Damnit.


What a waste of classtime. =[

Tonight, I lived right next door to a birthday concert in session. I'm amazed people even came. I guess they had to since it was for some birthday. :S Let's just say . . . The Bands Suck. There isn't anything else I can say about them. And when I was taking a bath, I got a chance to hear what they were saying to the audience. As it turns out, they said "fuck" and "like" in between every word.

Yes, they can play the guitar, they can play the drums, but they cannot sing for beans. Their vocals suck. Their music suck. And their lyrics suck.

Truth be told, their music gave me a migrane. Their music made me shake and it made my veins bulge.






Oh yeah, wish my sister a happy 18th birthday. :3

Psychological depression isn't a simple "Oh, my heart is broken. I'm going to be depressed now" situation. It isn't even close to what people are using the word as these days. These "depressed" people do not know how lucky they are compared to other people with real problems.

Oh, look at me, I'm an emo kid who claims to cut myself. Whine. Blubber. Sob. I want to cry and write acoustic songs about breaking up with girls. I want to wear sweaters and mourn. I'm so depressed.

Don't cry, emoboy.