Last May, I was engaged in the state-wide testing every student had to take -- The Cat 6. The test was awful and I didn't know anything. I would say that I guessed on the majority of the answers for the Standards portion of the test. The English standards test made my brain hurt. Talk about fun. :? I guessed on half of the answers for history since I know absolutely nothing about World War II. That topic never interested me. :? Then there was chemistry. If any readers kept frequent from some time in the beginning of the year, I had countless rants about how stupid my chemistry teacher was. Yes, that guy who left my class half way through the school year. I wasn't prepared for the Cat 6 test with half of the year's knowledge never obtained because I didn't have a teacher.

After months and months of waiting for my score to come back, I found that I was advanced in every topic.

What the hell? Was my test mixed up with someone else? How many Jennifer Phuns could have taken the test? These scores could not have been mine. :?




Yes, after all of the time that has passed since seeing my scores, I am still amazed.

As we all know, my birthday is coming up. I am not expecting a good birthday, so please, don't ruin it even more by sending birthday grams to my fifth period. :x (And I know a bunch of you want to do that to show that you somewhat care, even though you really don't.)

Birthday grams are not funny nor do I find them embarrassing. Rather, birthday grams are a waste of money and class time. I don't need to spend three minutes of my waking hours listening to a cheap acapella group sing a happy birthday song to me. Spend that five bucks on two gallons of gas instead. You won't regret it. : DD

Egg.

I really love you so!

Yes, I know there are people who don't like eggs, but think of all of the greatness eggs.

Wiggle jiggle. Yellow middle.
White and tender that surround the center.
Vitamins and Minerals.

You cannot resist the greatness of egg.

Don't get what I'm saying? Watch egg here. :3

-Sings- Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to mee. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. :3

Yes, happy 16th birthday, Jennifer Phun.


Although it is my birthday, I do not feel any older. Sure, the eyebags become insanely dark and wrinkles are slowly, but not noticeably, forming, that does not mean I'm old. :whee:

What does it mean?

It means I'm not getting enough sleep.

Think about it. :3


[edit] Special thanks to:
Watermelon. :OO~ for mailing me early junkies from whereever he is.
A. Sinner for being the first Gaian to wish me a happy birthday.
Karl and Clemmy who actually remembered my birthday all the way from Hong Kong. :OO~
Jenny Pan, my good ol' buddy for an embarrassing display of flowers and stuffies.
My sister and mommy. Just because. : DD
and of course
Hans n__n, who came to visit and got me a cake. :OO~

Yush, you guys are the greatest. :hart::hart::hart:

My mom likes to tell me that I have ugly toes.

Yes mom, I know. You make me feel beautiful.

Spam--that slimy canned pork product-- is surprising still around after more than fifty years. Despite its high fat content (more than three and a half teaspoons per two-ounce serving) and high calorie count (171 calories per serving), more than four billion cans have been sold since 1937. Spam's greasy, rubbery consistency and salty flavor have made it the butt of many jokes -- such as David Letterman's suggestion of Spam-on-a-rope for people who want to eat and shower at the same time. Shareholders in George Hormel and Company must be laughing at the way to the bank. More than three cans of Spam are consumed every second, despite its high cost-- pound for pound it costs about the same as strip steak.

Yes, this entry is about spam.

I've always gotten spam e-mails. It is something that I've dealt with ever since I got the internet. My inbox was always filled with this trash, and one day, I learned about filters.

That made my inbox beautiful once again, with oh-so special e-mails from my buddies. My inbox was no longer a pain in the eye to see, and it made a happy Jennifer.


Nowadays, it isn't the spam in the e-mail that worries me. I always have a bulk mail folder for that, rather, it is spam through messengers.

Whose smart idea was it to create Robots that IM you telling you to "CHECK OUT MY NEW PROFILE!!!", or "CLICK ON THE LINK IN MY PROFILE!!!"? One robot, especially, aim3113687 likes to send these annoying messages to me. If it isn't 3113687, then it is a bunch of other mumbo jumbo numbers. And when I reply, I get nothing. How rude. At least Smarter Child will respond.

These robots are outdated. If technology allows stupid people to come up with stupid ideas to spam through AIM and put viral links in their profile, then I'm pretty sure they can make the annoying spamming robot respond to a simple question.


As for now, the block button is my friend.

. . . Or at least my family and I. First, we hear sounds--strange wizzing sounds. Then in the bathroom, it always seems as if someone is knocking on the door, but no one is there. And to sum it all up, after I took a shower, the garage door seemed to be open, even though it was closed when I got in.

Although it's probably the rain getting to me, I'm spooked. :gonk:

Korean love stories, you make me bawl.


Now LSN is sad.

Ant--you never cease to amaze me.

You somehow find a way to sneak into my house. You come in even if there is no food or crumb lying around. You come into my house single handedly, without following a trail of 100 ants.

Why do you haunt me so, ant? You know I don't like you and will kill you. Once I find your hole of entrance, I will pour ant spray and make a puddle of it so you will die. Die I say.

But I never am able to find your entrance if you come in one by one.
You sly ant, you. :x

But I did something illegal today.

I made illegal photocopies at school. :OOO~~~ Shame, shame on me.

With my teacher's permission, I headed out to make some copies from her book. Rather than going over to the Media to xerox a few pages of information/pictures for 15 cents a page, I went to the teacher's lounge to make my copies for, get this, free. :OO~ And so I went back carrying illegal photocopies.

I'm a theif, a villian, a crook.

Oh well.

I went to Corinne's house to work on a project yesterday night. Her house is so white.

It's decorated with homely objects. Her house has family pictures--even magnets of their great great great grandma.
Her refrigerator is stocked with food.
Her pantry is filled with food.
Her rooms are painted colors, rather than just plain white.
The rooms have a nice fragrance.
Her house has little decorative tidbits.
Her rooms have lighted candles.
She has a corkboard, and a dry erase board to leave messages to each other.
Her spice rack contain real spices, and not any of that fish stuff.
Her mom bakes cookies from scratch.
They have pie.
They eat rice that isn't jasmine that come in 15 pound bags.

She even has a cookie jar. :OOOO~


I feel so deprived.