I was watching PBS earlier in the morning today out of sheer boredom because I mean really, who watches PBS?

Their feature that morning was the one and only, Chicken-Eating Spider. Dude, that's crazy. Just think of all of the wonderful and wild things in the rainforests of Peru! It is only called the Chicken-eating spider because it was seen by witnesses dragging chickens into its burrows.

Martin Nicholas, the spider hunter might have found the spider and documented it to be 10 inches from leg to the other leg. x_x I'm amazed and slightly grossed out.

It was late last night when I realized, 'Hey, I still have to write five sentences using two of the vocab words in spanish.', and so I did it.

Luckily enough today in History, I decided to redo my sentences because they were illegible. After reading them, I noticed what little sense I made last night.

Examples you ask?
Hay rebosante espuma ahora.
    Translation: There is overflowing foam right now.

[Spanish sentence. . . ] 666.
    I don't quite remember what it was, but why the hell did I write 666 at the end?

Uso patillas para cocinar.
    Translation: I use sideburns to cook. 
           (Yes, yes.  I mean that hair on your face.)

No me di` cuenta de las manzanas.
    Translation: I did not realize the adam's apples.

 

Now what the hell was I thinking? @_@

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Me: I don't want to watch Monsters Inc. I should just go online. But I don't want to go online. But I need a table to work on.
Karen: Go online!
Me: I'll find something on T.V. to watch. [Flips channel to Cartoon Network]
Karen: What. And you expect to find something on Cartoon Network?
[Channel Loads a few seconds later]
Pokemon!

I always have great explanations for not going on the computer. (:

It was a good reason, too. They were debuting the new Pokemon movie.

Just to make myself any more lamer, I'm going teenybopper because

BACKSTREET'S BACK, ALRIGHT!

No seriously, they are.

Currently listening: Backstreet MEN's Incomplete.

I know that I may not come off as the friendliest looking person or anything and I know how my attitude can be a creepy to others. I mean, I've shocked and made someone's eye open wide when I walked into a room before. :D What I did not know is that I could possibly scare myself.

I was looking for the Communist symbol on the internet when I scared myself shitless. I clicked on this one link to this website. Unfortunately for me, the site had a dark blue background and loaded slowly on an uberly fast internet connection. Just as the page showed the dark blue background, I saw this bald head on the side of the monitor moving slowly back and forth from side to side and its mouth looked as if it were going to open and talk to me.

LIEK, YELL, SCREAM.

It was like my monitor was possessed with some ghost or something and it wanted to communicate with me. Just like a horror movie. :[

Then I realized, 'Hey, that's me.'

The day finally came when I had to take my AP Chemistry test.

I have been preparing all freaking year long, and reviewing for the past month. I studied my notes, old homework, practice problems and the damned flashcards I made. I even took 2002's test and did decently on it. It then seemed as if I were ready.

 

Then I went to first period because I wasn't excused from P.E. My teacher let me not dress, but I still had to play whiffleball before rushing off to take my test. Wonderful. And when I got to take my test, I ended up being discouraged because I didn't know any of the first couple of problems. Apparently, Mrs. Gewecke didn't focus much on those sections. Well that sucked. The first section of the written wasn't bad, but when getting to part B, I swear, I didn't know a single thing. I didn't learn half of the entire section.

So after coming out of the test and not doing well, don't tell me, "I told you to review." I fucking did. It's bad enough knowing that I didn't do so well on a great portion of my test, but it is even worse hearing you say, "I told you." Fuck you.

I didn't do so hot on the AP Chem test considering I didn't know the entire section B. :[ I didn't even learn half of the stuff on there. Ugh.

 

But after my chemistry failure, I listened to how Ooga almost got suspended for shoving a pencil up this guy who he thought was annoying's butt. The lucky bastard convinced the principal that it was an accident.

That made my day. (:

I love how my printer always fucks up when I need to print something important for class.

First it was the paper jams.Then the paper skipped without my knowing and I lost a page of work. Then the printer's ink cartridge was fucked up and acted like there was no ink when there clearly was ink.

Now what?

Now my printer won't even turn on. WHAT. THE. HELL?!

Dear weather,

What the hell is wrong with you?

Love always,

Jennifer

 

 

For the record, I'm getting semi- bloody noses and now I'm catching a cold. It's difficult to breathe out of one nose. D:  

We got to play whiffleball in P.E. again today. Ain't that fun? Well not really considering there is this complete bitch who is in my team who doesn't stop yelling and screaming at everyone because we suck. It's not like she's doing anything herself besides squatting on the floor and covering her face from the sun like a little prissy sophomore bitch would do.

Anyway,  I was standing in near the end of the line to bat because that stupid loud bitch with her little group of friends decided to participate for once since my teacher was marking down names. Then this guy who's afraid of dirt went up to bat. The pitcher threw the ball, the guy swung the giant red bat and WHAM, the bat came flying at me.

Of course, I had one of my creepy scared jumpy screamy fits. The bat the guy chucked at me hit my leg and now it's majorly bruised. :[

 

Who do I blame for this?

No, not the guy who cannot swing a bat. I blame that loud bitchy sophomore girl. Fuck I hate her. <:O

Today was another one of those family reunion days. Oh fun. I get to meet up with a bunch of loud annoying relatives I don't like. The only thing I could have looked forward to was seeing Peeter after a few months. The only bad thing about having Peeter there was his creepy pedophile pervert dad who likes to touch little kids and talk to them and no one else. It seriously makes me glad that I am not six or seven elsewise I'd be a victim.

Anyway, I imagined that it would be hot, but gosh, 20 people in a friggen small room is NOT friggen hot, it's hell. It was nearly impossible to breath in that room with no air conditioning. Rather, we used a fan. You couldn't even feel the effects of the fan unless you were sitting right in front of it and it only felt cool in front of the fan because you were sweating so much that air blowing at you feels cold. Three of my nerdier younger cousins crowded the piano and played crappy Beethoven songs that annoyed the crap out of me. Peeter's pedophile dad insisted on watching basketball on channel seven. Jimmy, the annoying little cousin kept screaming with Christina while I sat and wasted hours away from my life sweating in a hot room that could pass off as a sauna. WHAT NOISE. I ended up having to entertain the younger kids in the room by playing hide and go seek and by teaching them card games that they soon became sore losers at.

I wanted to go home. My dad left my sister, mom and I at the loud, crowded, over heated house to go to work when he clearly could have made me go home earlier. :[ Peeter was supposed to take me home in his fancy schmancy new car with air conditioning but didn't. Instead, I got to ride home in a car that looked as if it were to break down. It was so messy inside that I couldn't put my feet on the floor of the car without stepping on cans and papers. The car had no a/c and the wind coming in from the window gave me a damned headache. And just when I get home, the phone goes ringing off the hook and drives me nuts. As it turns out, Jenny was calling me for god knows what reason. But if it is for the movie day, fuck the movie day. I am not walking to her house in the heat so I can listen to her bitch about something else with that I don't care about something when she clearly does tone for an hour before watchimg her ten minute or so video she made for English class. I just refuse to. Fuck. I don't care how late her period is. I don't want to talk to her when she is this moody.

Well shoot. Now I'm bitching too much.

FUCK

I've always wanted two kids. An older boy and a girl. Now I don't. :[

Jenny went out and ahead to find us some community service work to do just in case we do need the extra 30 hours to remain in Honor Society. She snagged us some work at a PlayFactory. Who would've known that it was going to be a pre-school. The instant we stepped in, we had kids attacking us with questions.

What's your name?

How old are you?

Wow, you're sixteen? I'm five. :D

What's your name again, I forgot?

Are you two sisters?

What are you doing here?

What's your last name?

What's your second name?

Two boys in particular, Elias and Kyle were attacking us the most. While I was bending down to pick up some toys, Elias came and wanted to give me a hug. I just thought that was cute, but then Kyle comes and wants to give me a hug too. Since the boys were tiny, they were pretty much groping my ass while trying to hug me. @_@!!!! They even wanted to kiss us. I escaped, but Jenny didn't. She got her butt kissed by Kyle.

We worked out in the frying hot sun sweeping up the floors so the kids wouldn't trip. I had to put on my fake happy smile and tone with the kids. When they presented me with ugly artwork, I said, "Wow, that's pretty! Do you want to become an artist? You're really good." If they wanted me to tie their shoelaces, I would do it. >:[

And during story time, geez, all of the little kids wanted to sit next to Jenny and me. I had my cellphone in my pants with the little chicken cell phone accessory sticking out and all of the little kids were so fascinated that they didn't want to listen to the story. But the cool thing about it was that when I said and pointed, "Go listen to the story!", they did it. :D

This one little girl made me go up a tall thing to read a chipmunk book to her when I was literally panting after climbing up. But no, she didn't want me to read her the story. She kept wanting to show me her bra. I didn't want to see eettttt!!! >:{0

We had to build towers, color, draw pictures, build castles out of legos with them, play with cars. Oh. My. God. I wanted to shoot myself. I am quite amazed that I lasted in that little room of hell. @_@

 

But even if that was a really big downfall of my day because I got a major headache from the heat, I still can feel extremely proud of myself because I got a 50/50 on my speech where Mr. Hoague doesn't normally give out 50s. L:D

 

I got to go to dress up and go to a classy play at the Pasadena Playhouse with Jenny instead.  Not only did we get to watch the show for free, but we got community service hours, too.

And if our feet hurt in the awful black healy shoes, we just waited for the 10 minute intervals to pass and we got to take our shoes off during the play. :D Ha.

Okay, so I was outside sitting on my backpack with Jenny talking about Karen and the college she wanted to transfer to and oh my god

 

Something bit my butt.

 

My butt must have that alluring chlorine smell after swimming in P.E. that something just had to crawl down my asscrack and bite my ass. I was on my backpack, too! >:OOOOO I have no idea what bit me, but it stung all the way home. >.<

My reaction was a bit surprising though. I didn't scream. :D

Props to me.

That's my gay friend Hansel from Gaia. (Yes, I'm still hooked.) That funny thing on his arm you ask? It's a guitar  -- the new Donation item.

Hansel Robinson: This is pretty much the most rediculous thing on Gaia.  

LastStarryNight: Your scary hand?   

Hansel Robinson: Yes. My arm that is also a guitar.  

LastStarryNight: That sooo is not a geeetar. :[!

Hansel Robinson: It is! You buy the geetar and it turns into this! I dont' know why!  

LastStarryNight: HANSEL CAN I STRUM YOUR ARMM?  

Hansel Robinson: OH STRUM FASTER BABY YES OH YES THATS IT  

LastStarryNight: STRUMGASMM  

 

 

Mucho lurve. Never a dull moment.

I went nice and far to the Santa Monica Beach today to pick up trash because in order to stay in some club I cannot spell, I have to do at least one service project with them. I seriously should have gone to one of their meetings earlier in the year. u_u Anyhow,

While picking up trash, I ended up finding a washed up pad. The Heal the Bay man said that I wasn't supposed to pick up items like that up and that I'm supposed to report it to a lifeguard immediately.

While picking up trash earlier, a bunch of girls saw that the lifeguard was hot, even if I didn't think he was that great. Of course Jenny wanted to report my finding to the hot lifeguard. I said it was ridiculous to report to him because he was awfully far away. We asked the nearer girl lifeguard first. She had no idea what to do. That's when we traveled to the hot lifeguard.

 

Jenny: Hi, um, we're picking up trash on the beach and we found a pad. The Heal the Bay man said we were supposed to report it to a lifeguard.

Hot Lifeguard: What's a pad?

 

u_u How utterly pathetic. Both lifeguards didn't know what to do so we ended up leaving the clean Always Maxi pad on the beach.  Disgusting.