I saw Jeff, my group member for our spanish project, rave with a banana.

My life is now complete.

We all should have somewhat an idea that I'm stuck in a rut with a stupid spanish film project.

My group members and I, after filming the commercial yesterday decided to film again today, on New Years . . . at of course . . my house. Hooray!

We went over the script, edited a few things to cut the script short. We even decorated the house with stuffed animals and pieces of crappy art Karen and I made in Cal State, and at school--just to give it that Blue's Clues, kiddy effect.

But.

But the videocamera didn't work properly. We couldn't play back if we messed up, and the timer was frozen. It was a new SONY camcorder, too. :cry:
So that was the end of the day. We had nothing left to do. Two of my group members decided to walk home because no one could take them home, but one decided to stay.

To pass the time off, the one who decided to stay, Matt, wanted to watch Riddick or whatever.
I wanted to fall asleep. It was perfect for sleeping because it was cold and dark. But I couldn't because Riddick was so loud, action packed, and filled with bright colors constantly flashing that I couldn't sleep. I watched it, and I must say, it was interesting, but not my type.

So that's what I did when technology failed.
I wanted to cry.
Not really.

I told myself that I would read over this winter break, but I didn't.
I said that I would finish that dumb book, but I didn't.
I told myself that I would go over my Chemistry, but I didn't.
I told myself I would finish my history guidelines, but of course, I didn't.
I even told myself that I would try not to go on Gaia so much, but I didn't.

What a failure, I am. Fuck.

For some odd reason, my dad has today off. I figured that I would take this great opportuntiy and get a ride home rather than walking in the rain or waiting for Jenny. It was perfect.

But when I got out and called him, I found that he got into an accident while paying for Karen's college books and would be uber late and it would be better if I walked home.



Buy, luck follows me. Really.

Number of times I have dated my paper with 04:

ONE

Damnit.

I remember once in ACI, I read an incredibly boring passage by Benjamin Franklin and he said that we'd get nightmares if we ate before we slept.

Well I ate before I slept because I was running a bit late, and boy, what a buggy mess.

My dream that night featured me killing a cricket. (I know, it's horrible. ;o; ) I didn't kill it any ordinary way. I somehow managed to shove a fork up the cricket. :gonk:
I didn't only kill crickets. Moths, too.
I'm disgusted.

On such rainy days, we don't do crap in P.E. I listened to Jean run her mouth off again. This time, I actually found something she said interesting.


I have, or am going to have bad livers. :cry:
It's because I'm not sleeping between the hours of Eleven and Three. ;__________;
So far, I've been going ahead in my homework so I could sleep earlier, but I failed because I couldn't sleep.
Well this sucks. I don't have to be a good girl and not drink to kill my livers. I'm killing it anyway. :gonk:

You are a druggie.


Or at least I must look like one. o_o

I decided to take an early walk home from school since I had nothing left to do in the library. I walked out of school when this girl comes up and asks if I wanted to buy drugs. Well that's a first. x_x


I don't think I look like that much of a druggie. ;o;

It's kind of funny, really. I never knew ants were that stupid.

It's a rainy day and it's cold outside so ants come in.
Smart ants? Yes.

It's a rainy day and the stove is warm, so ants crowd to the stove.
Smart ants? Yes.

It's so cold that when I turn on the fire, the ants run into the fire.
Smart ants? No.


Just what are those ants thinking of?
What a way to die. :D








And just because Karl requested,

Ooh and ahh, Gonks and hearts?
No.

I made an ant farm. :D
It wasn't any normal ant farm like one with that thin little plastic thing. Nosirree. It was big, and filled with a bunch of complex paths the ants can travel. And to top it off, parts of the ants were made by other dead ants. :OOO~~~

So how can you go about making one of these neato ant farms?
Wait for ants to army up in your house as mine did in the dormitory since it was wet outside (stupid ants. You'll die anyway :x ), get a bagless vacuum and suck them up. With that, you can look through the container to see a bunch of ugly little ants crawling around.
Oh what fun, I still am paranoid about finding ants in my pants and such.

Enjoy my Tabulas as much as my sister does.

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Step 2: Read little quote thing.
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Repeat steps.

D:

Do it, beetches.
♥

Yes, that's me.
Since no one wants to hear me talk about how incredibly stupid I feel, I'll post about something else.

I've never had such a dose of feminism in my life. o___O

Ye see. In my english class, there are these three Jessicas. The Jessicas all happen to be incredibly great friends, and throughout the entire class, they chatter. All you can hear are a bunch of squealing voices yelping.
Since Mr. Hoauge wasn't here for the fourth day in a row, the third Jessica just had to join my table with the other two Jessicas because the sub wouldn't know, and so they talked.
When we had to read, they rummaged through their makeup bags and applied makeup.
They shared the make up.
They helped each other choose colors for their make up.
And when it was time to work, they bothered other working students.
They talked about the winter formal.
They talked about their dates.
They talked about how they liked to annoy this one guy.
They talked about candy.
They talked about their puffy pink cellphones.
They took pictures with their puffy pink cellphones.
They talked about how people asked if they were blonde.
They talked about their clothes.
They talked about what's cute.
They gossiped about some girl screwing an ugly guy.
They talked about whose boobs were squisher.
They talked about their bras.
They talked about their periods.

All in less than 50 minutes.

And I had to listen it. All of it.


My god. My poor ears.

Everyone should just about know that I have an awful immune system and can catch a cold in a moment's notice.
And it happened again.

This entire week, people have been blowing their noses, sneezing, coughing etc. I thought that I might be able to bypass the cold that's going around because I wasn't showing any symptons.

Well guess what guys?
You got me sick!


I hate you.
mumblegrumblescream >=OOOOOOOOOOO




So get out of my way. I'm still active and highly contagious. [/uber bitch]

No, seriously.
I didn't return this book I've already renewed twice to the school library, even though it was due today.

Hoshiz!

Of course, I did it for a reason that isn't just to tock off the library after that time they accused me of losing one of their books. It's just that my book report would be on the day after the three day weekend. Now what would be the point of renewing the book again if I only needed it for less than half a day? :O

Yes, I do hold some shame with this since I hold a great record with the school library, but oh well. :?

To treat my day off, I got treated to ice cream by Karen's boyfriend. Now how awesome is that? 8)

My showerhose no longer has a hole in it. : DDD~~~~~

I'm not going to make a rhyme as I did with My Showerhose has a Hole in it since I lost my muse. (chyea, liek I even had one [/lazybum])

Yes, there was a hole in my showerhose for quite a while. My dad thought it would be convenient, clever, and thrifty if he could just ducttape the hole.
Yeah, smart, dad.
The water leaked out from the side anyway. It became quite a habit to squish the water out for fun.

But today, when I went in to take a shower, there ahead lied a new showerhose. It seems as if my dad replaced it after he removed the toilet and such from the house. u_u

Hoshit!


:OOOO~~~


P.S. Happy birthday, babyKarl. ;D

I actually got asked to winter formal. u___u

aBowlOfW00tL00ps: this may sound lame on AIM but there isnt much time
aBowlOfW00tL00ps: but are you going to winter formal, and if not do you want to go?
JnnCut: Uh
JnnCut: Why are you asking me? o.o
aBowlOfW00tL00ps: why not
JnnCut: You do realize who you're asking, right?
aBowlOfW00tL00ps: yes
JnnCut: creepy little unorthodox girl who hates everyone
aBowlOfW00tL00ps: lol
aBowlOfW00tL00ps: but i think it will still be fun
aBowlOfW00tL00ps: do you want to?
JnnCut: Not to sound like a rude little butt, but I don't want to go to
JnnCut: the dance.
JnnCut: o.o;
JnnCut: I have plenty of reasons for not wanting to go
JnnCut: but I doubt you'd want to hear.
JnnCut: Dx
aBowlOfW00tL00ps: aww
aBowlOfW00tL00ps: its ok then
aBowlOfW00tL00ps: lol is it because i raved with the banana?
JnnCut: Not the banana. ;D
JnnCut: You have balls for doing that.
aBowlOfW00tL00ps: lol
aBowlOfW00tL00ps: but no balls for asking on aim huh
JnnCut: chyep
JnnCut: Couldn't you go with that girl you asked to homecoming? o.o;
aBowlOfW00tL00ps: but tuesday would be too late
JnnCut: Perhaps she'd actually want to go to the dance.
aBowlOfW00tL00ps: maybe
JnnCut: I'm sure you can find a date, even if it's extremely late to be asking. =X
aBowlOfW00tL00ps: lol ty
JnnCut: n_n
JnnCut: I hafta shower. Adieu

I was given the spanish assignment of calling up a classmate and talking to her for ten minutes straight in Spanish. Luckily, some idiot didn't pick up my name and number and I ended up being paired with Loretta. The only problem with that is that she and I have nothing ever to say to each other.

Sure, my homework doesn't sound so hard but coming up with conversation is downright impossible.

Our conversation was filled with countless giggles. We went from topic to topic with huge pauses in between subtopics because we simply had nothing else to say, but thank god for those pauses because it ate up time. Most replies ended with "A mi tambien", "yo tambien", "de veras" and of course, my favorite, "Ah".



And seriously, who cares to hear what I did afterschool anyway?


=[
I love speaking in English.

It isn't much of my business to be butting into love affairs and such, but seriously, the break up of my sister and Alan is really disappointing.

Normaly, I don't think any guy is good enough my sister. But I actually got used to Alan and my sister being together. :|

Today was a good day for me despite my losing of my spanish flashcards in P.E. I thought my tests were easy and all stress was gone. Now, it's that same feeling I've had all last week. Gloomy. and Crap.

Great.

Just because someone was a bit too jealous when the ex came back as a friend to hang out with my sister because they take the same class doesn't mean that a break-up should occur. In three weeks, the break up would be for nothing because they aren't going to be in the same class anymore.




My god.
No sappy goodbye will make up for anything.
Alan's Screenname: Hey Jennifer. Just saying a mini-farewell to you now that Karen and I are no longer together. Which means you won't nearly see me as much anymore, maybe once in a great while. Nice knowing you, and keep up with the vacuuming of ants and purchasing wooden combs. =P

You disappoint me, Alan. u____u

I hate the way a wet carpet feels.

My dad decided to wash the carpet today and when I got home,with one step inside my house, my sock became damp. What an unpleasant feeling.


I want my carpet to dry of course, so the windows and doors have been open all day. Now it's nearing midnight and it's cold outside, and I mean, it's cold.
Forutnately for me, my computer is right next to the window. Chyep. I'm that lucky.

My fingers are too cold to write real words, so that means I can't do my history homework. D:
My chem book just happens to be in my dad's car. Great. And now, I think I'm getting sick. ;o;

Last night my sister and I were talking about my baby pillow.

It has a name, too.

And when Peter came over, we somehow managed to get on the topic of my little brown baby pillow.

Well, I have a confession to make . . . . . .





I named my pillow after a penis.
Don't worry, I don't call it "penis". I use the cantonese version of it.
:gonk:

Funny thing is that my mom never cared that I called it penis when I was little. :?

In less than a minute, I managed to injure a part of both sides of my body. One on the left, and one on the right. To top it off, it was all done in one spot. I didn't even have to leave the chair. Well, sorta.

Damn, I'm good. 8)



My first act of stupidity was when I fell off the chair scraping my right leg on the corner of the table, thereby scratching off a chunkwad of skin.
Yeah, that hurt. u_u
Then after getting back up on the chair, I placed my lefthand on that annoying arm thing on the side of the chair and turned the spinny chair. Stupid move, Jennifer. I got my finger stuck in between the keyboard table thing and the armthing. :gonk: Now my finger is bright pink.
My skin is brown, too. Dx

Mr. Tomasulo, for some odd reason finds it entertaining to call people names. He is, might I add, the one who named me Shirley Feeney from Laverne & Shirley.
Now, just to butt in a bit more, Mr. T wanted to know my spanish name, just so he will be able to come up with more lameo names. When Jenny and I both didn't want to tell it to him, he threatened to make a call to Ms. Utting to ask and find out. u_u
Luckily, the students in the class were taking a test and he couldn't ask.

My day was saved.

Until. . .

He came in during 6th period, my period, and asked Ms. Utting while pointing at me, "What's her spanish name?"


Gonk.







Welcome, Naomi.

I was reaching into my drawer to grab my cell phone, ye see. It was rather difficult since I have a ton of garbage in there including this really x2 pointy comb. Yes, that's right. As I fumbled with my left hand through the drawer to get my phone . . .

WAPAO!


Two teeth from that really x2 pointy comb poked into my middle finger and pulling some of the skin off.


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