I lett Matt L. borrow my history book yesterday when I was Matt M.'s house working on my chem lab with a bunch of other guys. Yes, that stupid lab.
Matt L.: Who has a history book with them?
Me (stupidly): I do.
Matt L.: Do you need it tonight?
Me (even more stupidly): Eh, no? I finished my test questions.
Matt L.: Can I borrow it?

[OH FUCK HE WANTS TO TAKE MY BOOK]

Me: What for?
Matt L.: I need it for homework tonight.
[Insert middle crapola of conversation here]
Matt L.: I'll give it to you in Tomasulo's class.
Me: (Oh crap, I can't say no now. He has me cornered. Fuck) Well okay then. If you don't give it back, I'm hunting you down.

Matt takes my book and leaves.


Today, Matt Li just HAD to be absent.
He's trying to steal my book, man.




It's on. :x

watermelon: jennifer u there?
watermelon signs off. D':


No, I'm sorry, I missed you completely.
):
I hate working on research papers.

Karen told me to go outside and watch Zoolander with her. I thought, "Why not?" and so I went. While watching Zoolander, I saw this little ugly hairclip on the table and just plopped it into my hair so the table would be just a tad bit cleaner, ye know.
Well after that movie, we decided to watch that one Disney Channel magic movie. Now You See It or something like that.
As it turns out, I got so into the Disney movie that when my mom snuck up on me and started poking the funny hairclip in my head, I thought it was truly possessed and was about to eat my head. :gonk:
I threw the pencil in my hand down, grabbed the clip and threw it offa my head.

Unbelievable, but quite funny now that I think of it.


But to make up for that idiocy, I did something extraordinary today.
[Drumroll]
I got my lameo, but dear old cousin Peeter who doesn't eat anything besides Pho to eat something he truly despises, cheese.
[Applause]
Thank you, thank you. O:]

JnnCut: ;_; Mrs. Gewecke,
I don't suppose you know of a way of entering my contact information at bebo without creating an account, do you?
dalgewecke: i
dalgewecke: i don't know
JnnCut: ;_; Well okay then. I'll sign up.
dalgewecke: lol

OH SMACK. I MADE MY CHEM TEACHER LOL AT ME. DX


Yeah, and now because of her, I am a proud owner of a grand spankin' new bebo account, whatever that is.
It'll probably be one of those sites like hi5 that I'm pursuaded to sign up, but end up abandoning the site.
Oh well.





As I message my chem teacher, I take into careful consideration to hide all of the crap I say about her in my entries.
Then I check my logs to see if she bothered clicking that curious link in my profile that says "Because Myspace sucks" to see if she would look into her students enough as to read and find all of the crapola I say.
And phew, she doesn't.

I'm such a bad student, girl, and person. Oh well. x2

Yesterday, my mom went to some person who can tell you about your life and stuff. It's like where some spirit goes into this lady's body and you can ask the person question and the spirit person will answer back through the person. Stupid sounding? It's true. That person somehow knew my mom broke something on Chinese New Year, and to make up for that, she got robbed. That spirit lady also said that I shouldn't travel far during the months of September, October and November. o___O Makes me think that I'll get into a freak car accident or something. Gonk. I was also told that I shouldn't let any friends borrow anything during those months. Why? I don't know. u_u

Anyhow, that same day, Hans saw something in my bathroom. Like a black figure of some sort.

Today, I ended up watching the Maury show where people get messages from the dead and other dead stuff.

It kinda freaks me out.

[Goddamn this new toolbar thing in Tabulas is making my text lag. :x]

Anyhow, later on at night when we're eating dinner, we hear these sounds outside. It's like someone is throwing or kicking something around. Of course we get freaked out and close all of the windows. Then, Karen hears the front door get pushed on, like someone is trying to break in.  Again, we get freaked out. I run out of the room, turn off the monitor and all of the lights and grab an umbrella just in case. We called the backhouse to go and check outside if anyone is there.

No one.

 

Jeebus, we're paranoid.

I didn't have to go to school today because of that spiffy plan that seniors must graduate on a Friday.

So when I woke up, I watched T.V.

After channel surfing for a while, I came across an old television program, Barney, and decided to watch it for a bit until all of the commericals from the channels I would watch went away.

Barney told three dopey kids that Clapping is Fun! and that they should clap because clapping makes music and everyone can clap together.

 

I sat there in awe for a while. Then Baby Bop and BJ came out singing, clapping, and doing some dance where they roll their hands around like that hand roll in the wheels in the bus go round and round. u____u; Then I thought, hey man, Barney, Clapping Isn't fun.

 

Gonk.

Tomorrow is the release of the New SATs as many know, and my class just happens to be the little piggys that get to test it out.
Hooray. :roll:

Anyhow, Connie and Karissa from my Pre-Cal class have been talking about it for months--what classes they take, how the classes they take don't help, what will be on the test, the essay writing and all of that whatnot.
All of their SAT talk got Mr. Tomasulo to create a SAT countdown calander on the chalkboard. Great.

And for the past two weeks or so, Mr. T has been asking us all, "What are you going to do the day before the test?"
We all say study and such, but he says, "I know what you're going to do. You're going to sleep in. Go to the gym. Eat breakfast. Watch a movie. Relax. Sleep early and take the test the next day. That's what you will do."
I thought otherwise. I thought that maybe I would look over some crapola and such, but no, I did just what that man said. I slept in. Watched t.v., well a lot of T.V. and relaxed aside from the whole robbery scare.


It just sucks knowing that that old man would be right and after all of the weeks he has been nagging at me to relax today, I gave in and did. u___u;

Hans, you jackass.
My sister don't like you no more. xo
No, she still likes you, but she means it.
Yeah.

Happy Pi day.
To make this day so great, I'm learning the stupid unit circle that can kiss my butt like Hans because I don't give a shit about unit circles like Hans.
Yeah. Like Hans.

3.14
Celebrate it, yo.

I never realized that three minutes is as long as a Hans. I spent three hours workin on a three minute project. Three. Three point one four like a Hans. No, I am not insulting your Penis. I do not tell dirty jokes like that. Oh yeah, oh baby.



Feast your eyes on the magical play of words of Hans.


Yeah. whatev.

[/really messed up post]

It's election week, so all week long, students trying to look like they did something in High School are giving out free stuff.
It's liek, they even say 'Hi" to you now.

Don't worry, though. No matter how much monies you may spend on me, and even if you say Hi to me with a fake smile, I won't vote for you. I already have my mind set on who is most qualified.





By the way, fuckahs, The Incredibles campaign for two unnamed people suxxors. Get it into your mind that those two candidates,well at least the male candidate, will ruin ASB, thereby screwing up the school.


Okay.

Normally, headaches are natural bodily problems and they occur whenever. But this headache I have is special. It was created. xo I'll even list it out step by step for you.

It's bloody nose season. Jenny had a bloody nose last night. I sorta got one.
It wasn't drastic at all. If my nose ran, blood would come out, but not much. It was just there.
I told my mom that my nose was being stupid.
She made me lie down. Typical mom.
But then my mom followed the advice of this one Puritan lady at Carl's Junior and put ice on my forehead.
The ice penetrated my forehead and I got a brain freeze.
My head throbbed.

And so that's how I got a headache. ;_;

Death of a bedbug.

It doesn't have to involve any crunchy squishing.
All it involves is an impermeable material. :D


A bedbug landed on my PreCal book when Karen flipped her cookie box. I got the plastic covering on Karen's cookie box and covered the bedbug. I stared at the bug under the plastic. Then I got tired of holding down all sides of the plastic so the bedbug couldn't escape, so Karen got the cap of a waterbottle and put it on top. Smart Karen, no? After a minute of not being able to see the bug suffer, I took the cap off.
It was dead. It just lied there.
Mission accomplished.

: DDDD~~~~~

Jenny had been craving chocolate for quite a while. She knew that the Spain trip goers were selling chocolate and cookies for their fundraiser, and every so often, she would stop one to see what kind of chocolate they're selling.
This one person said that Caramello was really good, and whenever she stopped a Spain trip goer, she wouldn't buy, later on to say his chocolate was nasty.
Yeah. Yesterday, she craved again. We went to Utting's room because she's loaded with boxes of chocolate. I was much of a disturbance to a few test takers and monies counters because my shoes squeaked while I walked in. Anyhow. the box she had up front didn't have Caramello, and of course, she said the box had nasty chocolate and didn't buy.
This one girl's box, though, did have Caramello. Jenny bought it. Yes, and little to her surprise the chocolate was utterly disgusting.


So, now I ask you, do you know just WHY it's called Caramello?

Because it's Caramello! >:OOOOOOOOOOO

It was filled with gooey, extremely sticky, creamy, too sweet caramel inside, with a thin layer of chocolate to cover it.
And when Jenny plopped a quarter of the chocolatebar into my mouth, my mouth got stuck. Stuck I say.

Natalie - Going Crazy

I went to the Albertsons on Las Tunas after a Pho dinner today. It wasn't the K-Mart Albertsons, but the one by Pizza Hut.

We wanted to buy the 3 for 1 cupcake mix, and so we did. Daddy and Karen bought a set, and mommy and I got the other. Mommy wanted me to buy the flour, but then I saw the cutest bagboy.
u_____u
I didn't want to buy the cake flour anymore and I shoved it off to mommy to look for Karen.
I know he was looking at me, and gawsh, if only he'd a said something to me while I walked off to look for Karen.
But while I was back with mommy, he smiled at me. n_________n

He looked kinda like Shane Berber, but cuter. Tall, skinny, straight back. Gonk. His hair was kinda long, really black and gelled down to the side like the punkish emo guys nowadays.


If only.
;_;
So now, I dedicate Natalie's Going Crazy to him.
Because I truly am going crazy.

Okay, not really.

Karen read this book Teen Angst? Naaah: A Quasi-Autobiography by Ned Vizzini once and told me about how if you mouthed, "I want to vacuum" while looking into a mirror, you would look as if you were saying "I want to fuck you." I would've enlightened myself with such knowledge if I had read that book, but I can't. Some loser lost the book from the school library. ANYWAY.

I actually do want to vacuum. My room is a mess, but not as much as it is filled with eraser shaving, little scraps of paper that are nearly impossible to pick up by hand, fallen hair, DUST, and who knows what else.
But I can't vacuum because my vacuum cleaner's belt is broken and apparently, you can't replace the dumb thing. WHATTHEHELL. MAKE A BELT THAT FITS MY VACUUM CLEANER. MY ROOM FEELS NASTY. >:OOOO
And what does my mom have to say about this?
"That's okay. You can live with it right now."
Yeah, thanks mom for not applauding or encouraging my wanting to live and sleep in a dust-free or at least a cleaner environment.


BUY ME A NEW VACUUM CLEANER PLZKTHX.

I was on the phone for a good ten minutes with an old lady with poor hearing that I didn't know. Why didn't I hang up on her after saying, "Sorry, I think you have the wrong number."?

The thing is, is that I couldn't.
The lady was looking for an old friend who apparently moved houses and switched telephone numbers; or perhaps, deceased, but let's not think of that right now. :)
She kept repeating my phone number and asking if it was my number and I kept saying, yes, it is my telephone number but your friend doesn't live here.
She sounded torn and confused when I said that her friend didn't live here.
She even asked if she had the right address, but she didn't because I don't live on Monterey Avenue.
And no matter how many times she kept repeating it, I couldn't hang up on that woman. It was so sad.

Deary me, I hope I will never have to do that in the near future. It would be awful if I had to call around to find Jenny, my sister or even my watermelon buddy. Gonk.
YOUGUYSBETTERSTAYINTOUCH,YOUHEAR?!

n___________n

My pinky + Emophobe's pinky = Pinky Swear!

Devin came and asked me what h meant in chemistry.
Not once have we ever used a simple lower case h as a unit of measurement.
So what the hell was 1.00h?

Since we were learning about electrolytic cells, we naturally assumed it was a measurement of energy of some sort. We thought of multiple things. Hertz, but that was Hz. Hecto, but hectowhat? Plank's constant. etc, but nothing.

And after staring at it for a while, we gave up and moved on.


Then after staring at the problem for 20 more minutes at home, it came to me.
HOURS


FUCKINGSTUPIDCHEMISTRYBOOK WAS TOO DAMNED LAZY AND CHEAP TO PRINT A FRIGGEN R AT THE END TO MAKE IT HR FOR DAMNED HOURS.
It's times like this when I want to rip my Chem book apart.

I was writing my rough draft character analysis for Tom Sawyer.
I hate Tom Sawyer and I wanted to rip his head off every time he did something stupid in the book, which is pretty much everything he does.
I was on my conclusion and poof. My retarded computer restarted on me and I didn't save.

FUCK.

I've had such an uneventful few days that I had nothing stupid or interesting to say. Since I'm on a tight schedule, I'll list out some things with an emoticon next to it to show my feelings about it. It would look a lot neater if I could somehow figure out just how to use the table thinger in the slow-version of my Tabulas. Oh well.
Ready? Steady. Go!


~I got a new uberly large monitor today. :O :D

~I couldn't find the speakers to go with D:!
the computer.

~I had to listen to cars driving by outside )':
along with a few ambulances because I
didn't have speakers to block it out.

~I didn't have time to walk to school to ;_;
listen to some boring presentation so I
could pick up some easy workshop
points for English.

~ I accidentally tore a page outta my x_x
ancient Great Gatsby book.

~ I have three test-like matters Dx
tomorrow.

~ I called some guy a Asshat. What the : DDDDD~
hell is an asshat anyhow?

~ I listened to two freshmen girls talk xD!
a bunch of crap about Nelson, and my,
I CONCUR!

[One of my longer posts in ages. Don't read if you hate hearing me complain. No, seriously.]

I lost my history book today, and guess what class I lost it in? Seriously.

I lost it in history.

I had to take a test on the New Deal, which we all know has a bunch of Acts, Administrations and all of that crap. I didn't do too hot on it, but I guess it's okay because I got a D on a test last semester along with multiple B's on my tests and yet I still managed to pull off a solid A in the class.
But after my history test, I had a chem quiz. I fouled up on that one, too, because I couldn't get my damned calculator to do as I wanted it to. STRESS. STRESS. STRESS.
After Chem, I had to go to that darned Russian presentation at lunch that my teacher insists everyone in her class go to or else we lose credit in the class. Well fuck that. I couldn't find my chem book. I figured that I left it in my history class, but Mrs. Morris wasn't in her room to let me find it. Why? She was with the Russians. There goes an angry Jennifer, right?
Mrs. Morris let Jenny go in after the presentation to find my book. The stress and anger bar goes down. Blood pressure lowers. Okay, right?
I had a spanish test on a story we "read" in class when in actuality, we didn't read the book. Mrs. Utting sped through 3/4 of the six page story in a week. We didn't even finish the story because she was too busy yacking to the student aide. Again, I didn't do so hot on this test.
But after that, we got to read another piece of literature with our groups of four. We started with Jeff first, and around the group with me reading last. Everyone listened so intently when the other three read and tried to translate it. They even listened to the reader who cannot speak spanish if her life depended on it. But when it came to me, they go off yacking to each other. What the hell, bitches?
As Mrs. Heinen always said, "That's just R-U-D-E RUDE", FUCKERS!
I didn't want to read out loud if they weren't going to give a crap about whatever the hell I was saying, and when they stopped talking, of course I wasn't reading out loud. Then they looked at me as if I were doing something wrong.
YEAH WELL FUCK YOU, TOO.
After school, Jenny said she couldn't find my history book in Mrs. Morris's class. STRESS, STRESS, Right? Yeah.
We wandered around to all aspects of the school to find my damned book. I didn't want to pay for some old book that some losers damaged and wrote all over. That's messed up. We got the janitor upstairs to let us in, and I checked the desk little Alan sat.
My book was under there.


Something really wants to make me blame the guy for my loss of the book because he took it to find an answer on the history test after we finished at put it under the desk.
But hell, it was my own fault for giving him my book.


What now? Gaia is being gay.
Yeah, I'm pissed.