That darned Kervin got me into trouble in the library for being too loud. xD Ye gotta love him.

Jennifer: Fuck you.

Kervin: When? ;D

*gigglesnort*

If our quiet laughter of god knows what isn't enough, our messages and doodles on a piece of paper with a math problem that is sure to piss you off can make you say, "What the fuck?".  

I wonder if you can notice the math problem on the back of the paper.

 

So really, what would happen if a male or female were to walk and pee at the same time?

Before heading off to school in the mornings, I always moisten up with lotion. It's just a habit of mine.

For the past two weeks, we have been swimming in P.E. Changing outta our bathing suits is nearly impossible. Since I'm never one of the five girls who run into the lockerroom to snag one of the restroom stalls, I have to change with a towel half naked. Wonderful.

One of the first garments I put on is my underwear. What sucks about that is that the lotion on my legs clings to water, and my giant stiff towel isn't that great with soaking up the water. As I pull my underwear up, the water collects onto my underwear so it becomes nice and wet.

After I finish changing and am in class, I can feel the uncomfortableness of a wet underwear/pants. It makes me feel as if I am developing something similar to a diaper rash. D: How gross.

It's June third.
Hey, it's Edwin's birthday, my old best friend from Elementary School, 'cept I don't talk to that jackass anymore. I didn't call to say happy birtday, either, even if I still remember hisnumber.. u_u :O


I have SAT IIs tomorrow. Wishme luck

I was channel surfing after taking my SAT II Math 2C and Chemistry tests, and boy, did the math section kick my butt. :[[[

I heard from Karen though that Matt had a lot of trouble with the math, too. Phew.

Anyhow, I ended up watching The Simpsons when the commercials came up. I normally don't pay attention to commercials and switch the channels, but I'm glad I didn't. :D

 

Why are the men of the world frantically stocking up on gallons upon gallons of milk? One of the best-kept — and most useful — secrets in a decade has surfaced via the latest GOT MILK? television commercial: milk-calcium reduces the symptoms of PMS.

More.

I must say, I LOVE the Got Milk? PMS commercial. xDDD The entire thing is hilarious, and the voice about the PMS--Classic.
Watch the commercial here! xoooooo

You know you want to laugh. xooo

I'll hurt you if you ever pull this on me. xD Otherwise, I think it's funny. heehee

JnnCut (11:12:31 PM): RICHARD
MisterRChen (11:12:36 PM): yay!
MisterRChen (11:12:38 PM): jennifer.
JnnCut (11:12:45 PM): Holy crap, you'll never guess who I saw yesterday.
JnnCut (11:12:46 PM): :D
MisterRChen (11:12:50 PM): who?!?!?!
JnnCut (11:12:53 PM): JASON
MisterRChen (11:12:54 PM): jason?!?!
MisterRChen (11:12:55 PM): ewwwwwww
JnnCut (11:12:58 PM): xDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
MisterRChen (11:12:59 PM): omg
MisterRChen (11:13:01 PM): HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

 

I fucking love how the first name that comes out of his hands is Jason. Either Richard is a really good gusser, or we both just share the extremely strong hatred for that guy who always slams his pencil down when he finishes, just so the class would know that he was the first. The guy who always turns his test in 20 minutes before time is up so he can be first and be the "smart" one, but always ends up getting C's on those test.  HA HA FUCKER. Yes, we hate you Jason.

For my AP Chemistry project, we got to teach kids at the nearby elementary school. My group decided to do third graders--not too prissy, not too stuck up, not full of pre-teen issues like the higer levels, but still educated enough to understand you.

Since there was nothing better to teach, we decided to teach them about Density. Mrs. Gewecke believed that our speech and such was too difficult for the third graders and we had to dumb everything down, like, a lot. Gonk. She said they didn't even know how to do division. What lies.

Anyway, the first question we asked was supposed to trick them. Which is heavier, a pound of lead or a pound of feathers. I mean, we tricked fellow AP Chemistry classmates with the question, but no, the third graders got it just like that. The few questions later were answered correctly by every student called on. How were we supposed to explain if they knew everything already? :[[[ And there was this one girl who made teaching especially difficult. She was such a smartass and referred to the ocean's saltyness and buoyancy.

Holy crap. They're too smart. Even we couldn't come up with that example.

 

And our bubble experiment. Everyone we showed it to including myself and group members thought it was cool. The 3rd graders just said, "Okay". :[[[ What spirit killers.

I can make your bed rock. :[

 

I have to go register for the class I want to take this summer at GCC in person. Just because I'm a high school student. How unfair. Since the registration date and times are so unreasonable for the in person sign ups, I have to take busses afterschool to get there in person and register in person. Assholes. After picking my trip on the Metro Website, I found that to get there and come back home, I will be sitting or waiting for a bus to come for about four hours.

FOUR HOURS. Do you know what I can do in four hours while sitting? I could probably be in Vegas if my dad were driving.

Vegas: Over 400 miles away

GCC: 14 miles away.

What a difference!

 

Frankly, I'm kind of frightened to go on this trip alone considering I am not familiar with the cities I will be passing, the bus numbers and routes for that being. I just know I will slip up and board the wrong bus and go in the opposite direction. :[

I'm alive,

and my Glendale Community College ID card looks like shit.

Thank you weird Armenian lady who did not tell me where to look and when she was snapping the picture.

 

In total today, I took seven buses. Fun fun. (:

By the by, Glendale students are short. xo!

I ate the toffee I made yesterday in Chemistry and felt disgusted. My toffee tasted good and much like the ones I would buy at a chocolate store, but eww, the stuff is so fattening.

 

Ingredients:

2 sticks of butter

1 cup of sugar

6 oz. chocolate chips

Nuts if you want.

o____O;

Want to gain weight? Eat toffee! ;D

In all honesty, I despise signing yearbooks. Coming up with thoughtful messages is almost impossible, and it's even more difficult writing to people who don't even talk to me in school. *cough cough* And there is absolutely no point writing a ton of crap in someone's yearbook or inserts.

So I went to yearbook signing expert, my watermelon buddy for things to say. Yes. I r pathetique. Oh well.  So for the people's yearbooks I signed today, be warned that my message was not authentic and dor did it come strictly from my heart. ;D

It does, though, make me glad that I signed Jimmy's yearbook yesterday before I asked watermelon what to write. It's the senior's last real school day. I saw him today afterschool and the only thing I could do is give him a hug goodbye. I really do hope he passes his chemistry final.

My dad won 1000 dollars at the slots today.

He took my mom, sister and I out to eat.

Then we went to an Asian market.

My sister and I ended up spending my dad's winnings on Asian Junk Food. u_u

A few days ago, my mom told me that if some stupid Census Bitch calls us about the survey that apparently, only my family received in TC, that I should tell her my parents aren't home and that we didn't get the stupid survey.

Well tonight, the bitch called and my parents just left for the market. I didn't lie to the bitch lady. I told them they were out. I lied for my parents and said that we never got the survey, even if we did. (My  parentes probably threw it away anyway. It looked like a ton of trash.)Then she wanted to verify my address. I avoided answering that I did live in the household. Then the stupid lady wanted me, at age 16, not even legal to take the fucking survey. (Honestly, what kind of nationwide survey is it if only a few people receive the dumb thing?) I left her off the hook for a while, but the dumb lady didn't hang up. What the hell. Then I hung up on her and called my mom, like my mom would want me to.

On the phone, I suggested to my mom that she just take the fucking thing, or else we might get into trouble with the government. I don't see why she doesn't want to take the thing. It's not like we are bad people and have things to hide. Why not? Then she remained silent on the phone and hung up on me. What a bitch.

And when they come home, they started to yell at me because I supposedly didn't do what my mom said to me the other day. What the fuck. I did exactly what she told me. I told the survey lady that my parents weren't home, and that we didn't receive the thing. I didn't answer any questions regarding the survey and I hung up. What more could my parents want? But no, my mom comes in yelling. My dad storms in yelling slamming doors with a ready hand saying that I didn't listen to my mom.

 

I know that rants about parents  usually make the person ranting, me, look like a victim. Well hey, this time I seriously don't think I did anything wrong at all. I don't deserve to be ranting on my Tabulas about to cry when I should be studying for my finals. I don't deserve it. Fuck. I want a hug. ;_;

.F.A.Y.T.E.

Remember the name.

I remember back in 9th grade, I had a Post-it frenzy and I stuck post-its everywhere, including people.

Then in 10th grade, my lousy chemistry teacher, Mr. Nguyen (gigglesnort) made every student stick a million post-it notes in our chemistry book on every page in the format:

Question          My answer

[Flip over] True Answer

Whatever "true answer" really was.

I didn't care much because I like post-its, but then Mr. Nguyen marked me down because my post-its weren't good enough. Whatev. :[[[

I was dreading turning in my chemistry book sophomore year because I'd have to remove all of the darned useless post-its from my chemistry book before returning it. I was quite relieved hearing that I got to keep my book for AP Chemistry the next year.

 

Well AP Chem is over. The school year is over. CRAP. I have to remove all of the useless post-its in my book. The magical number it totals is . . .

SIXTY.

Maybe it isn't a bazillion, but sixty pages worth of notes on postits on 5-ish chapters. :[  

I wonder who the lucky sucker is next year to get my sticky post-it note residue book is. :D

Jimmy passed Chemistry.

Congratuations to him,

and good job to Matt, Jenny, Kervin and I. We taught him well. ;D

My favorite fish just died.

He was the only male fish out of the four. He was golden, special, cute, pretty, and a clean eater. He was the friendliest of the four--and he died. I don't know how. I fed the fish when I got home at 10:30. I then fed them around 3-ish, and then 8-ish. At the 8 o' clock time, I noticed the fish I liked wasn't hungry, which was rather unusual, and he was on the bottom looking at the background paper we have taped on the back of the fishtank so the fish would have a healthier color. I left a few peblets of food just in case he wanted to eat, ye know, and went back to studying.

At 12:30, I hear my favorite fish died.  He wasn't even floating yet, but no more. This really sucks. Now what fish will give me the incentive of feeding the other fish? >:000

I am personally amazed and shocked by the amount of people who have nothing better to do with their money.

 

Presenting the Rofl Waffles. Truly hilarious. ;D And the bid is now at over 60 bucks. Go see, liek, now, before the auction ends.

 

Geebus, these richos.

On my trip to some unheard of dentist, I found out that their x-ray things taste like soap and that their assistants are stupid. :D

 

And here were the results.

Dad: Extremely dirty teeth, few cavities, and needs a deep cleaning.

Mom: Gum disease, deep cleaning needed.

Karen: Many cavities and risks getting gum disease.

My, what dirty teeth my family has.

And me you ask?

Me: My teeth are perfectly fine.

 

Oh. Thank. God. B)

Jenny, Karen, and I all went out to find Jimmy a Graduation Present. Matt suggested body armour or whatever, and all of the workers in the store started giggling. The one sales guy even suggested selling us the "Special Occassion" pair.

We decided to go to the mall instead, where supposedly, a bunch of guys hit(ted) on us, even though I never suspected one bit of hitting.

 

After the walking around, shopping and mall atmosphere, I got one of the worst headaches I've had yet. D: The things I do for people.

 

My mom decided to do that back scraping chinese remedy to cure my awful headache around 9 o' clock. Then all of a sudden, a bunch of my relatives come over. Holy crap.What was the point in that. Two of them came in to see part of the process. How uncool is that. D:

This video someone put together makes me want to be a Gay Man. D:

I've never gone to any kind of party before, except for those family birthday parties with relatives only. (What kind of party is that anyway?) But I had a blast at Jimmy's Graduation party. n_____n; It was just like a child's birthday party--Jumper and Pinanta filled with money included!

Sure Jenny, Karen and I (Me especially) were too formally dressed, but that was the thrill of it all.

So let's recap. I absolutely cannot forget the expression on Jimmy's face when he opened his present to see that he got Playboy Boxers. : DDD~ Then I was attacked a few times, got knocked over by Jimmy while playing basketball with a court that's way too short, got hit smack dab in the face by a basketball (by the by, my nose still hurts), fallen on by a ton of guys in the jumper, and water poured all over me by some girl I don't like. Even all of that abuse, I had a great time and didn't want to leave. n_n; It all shows who my real friends are. :'D

 

Song of the night because it was in my head all day long: Afghan Whigs - 66

I cannot believe how unbelievely worried my Mom and Aunt are.

I've been home all day long with absolutely nothing to do since Jennyw was on her last minute shopping day, Karen had school and Justin couldn't think of anywhere to go. So I stayed home and talked to Watermelon all day long, which he still hasn't received my 9x12 inch envelope in the mail. D: Even so, it seems that about every hour, I get a phone call from either my parents or Peter's mom telling me what to eat, that they're fine, where they are, that I should lock the doors, close the garage, close the windows, not open the door for strangers, take a bath, eat dinner, go to sleep early and blah blah blah.

 

Hans has been home for half of the day to keep my sister and me safe anyhow. Of course he did pick up the phone saying, "Hello, Phun residence" in a fobby accent and scared my aunt away. We're still fine either way.

Don't worry about my missing my mommy. It has just been one day so far. n_n;

:D I watered the plants from afar because I was afraid the bees would come and attack me. It doesn't matter. I still watered them. I took the trash out and replaced the bags. I crushed the cans, fed all of the fish, got the mail, washed the dishes and washed some clothes.

 

But you know one thing I didn't mention?

COOK. Holy crap, Karen said that we'd find some food to eat at home so I declined Jenny's offer on dinner tonight. But when I got home, there was no food to eat and I was starving. Starvinggg. My mom called and said I could make some Chicken Bake or that frozen Chicken stuff with rice that I have to cook. Karen obviously didn't want to eat that, so what did we do?

We called on a cooking man. xDD MATT. He saved our lives by making pancakes.   Although it was the most Asian way he has ever eaten, it was the most White way my sister and I have eaten. xD

 

I swear, I will marry a man who can cook.