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CALL ME MRS. JORDAN DIENHART, because his surname is more gorgeous than yours. That's the surname for an action film. ;D And our kiddys can pretty names too. :OOOOOO~ 

Sure I'm kidding, but I would sure like to have a last name that pretty. It beats my adult entertainment portal type last name. Dx

I can dream . kekeke

In class today, my teacher was passing out our slide sheets for the day to take notes on.

Mr. Hager: Who doesn't have a packet? Wave your hand vigorously. (He seems to like the word vigorously because he uses it every time he asks that question.)

Anyway, some guy waved his hand vigorously while the person behind me was passing up the extra packet. Since that guy's hand was well, waving vigorously, I passed the packet back to him. But then he found out that he did have the packet so I gave the packet to my teacher.

Then he says, "Thanks, Jenn."

Like, wow. Since when were the freaky teacher who scares the shit out of everyone and I on friendly terms? And since when did he know my name?

Maybe I'm just looking too into this, but jeez. I didn't think he knew my name much less use a nickname. o___O;

As I was eating dinner, I flipped through the PennySaver Magazine thing that comes every Wednesday and ended up on the funeral page.

Me: Wow. Spots at Rose Hills are expensive.

Karen: Well duh. Do you know a Sharon Tsai?

Me: I think so. T-s-a . .

Karen: I

Me: Yeah.

Karen: She died. [What a blunt way to say it.]

I was put in many history groups with her. I had art with her. I was her Spanish partner for quite a while. And through all of those times, she made flat out angry. She never did anything to contribute to the group work. Whenever we had partner work in Spanish together, she would sleep through the entire thing so I couldn't do the activities with her while Ms. Utting would just watch me! Then she'd copy my paper. It made me absolutely furious.

And even though she drove me nuts in class, I have to say that I actually kind of feel bad for her death, well, maybe. It was just extremely hard to believe that she was in one of those alcohol-related accidents, even though we went through that Every Fifteen Minutes program. So I don't know whether I should say that it is her own fault for getting into a car with a driver under the influence, or should I just be sympathetic and sad.

I hate being so apathetic.

So in any case, Sharon, may you rest in peace.

There are a few things that came out of this besides the fact that I am now extremely afraid to get into a car with a shitty or unexperienced driver. I already know that I shouldn't get in a car with a drunkard. Hell, I wouldn't even be with a drunkard, and if I were, I'd ask a policeman to take me home. D:

And that even though I'm still sixteen and have lived through so much crap, well, I just wouldn't want it to end in a dumb accident. It would be extremely hard on my family and friends, and not only by the finances. It'd just be hard leaving without telling everyone everything important there is to know. I don't know anymore and at a complete loss for words so until later.

Midterms are over. I'm not sure if I did well on the essay portion, but hey, I can't change it now.

My mum decided that day that Karen and I should go to Knott's Berry Farm the next day because we got cheepo coupon things. I didn't mind. Saturday would have been a great day because I still have a small gap before anything big is due. Since we couldn't find anyone else available for Saturday, Karen and I went alone because my parents didn't want to go. :D

I went to bed early yesterday night because I was both pooped and needed energy to walk around for hours the next day. I was sleeping well when at 4:11 A.M. in the morning, my damned cell phone rings! What a great day to turn my cell phone's ringer on at high volume. I picked up and IT WAS A DAMNED ROBOT! Karen sorta woke up and started to say, "Jen, Jen, Jen, Jen, Jen, Jen" without even knowing it and it creeped me out. A minute later, the damned robot called again! Have robots any decency nowadays? Calling people at 4 A.M. in the morning. Psh

Then I became cranky all day. D: I blame the robot.

I ended up being a total bitch to these dumb little boys while waiting in the line for an hour to go on the Big Foot Rapids. Maybe it was because they kept ramming into my butt and stepping on my shoes. One of them even had the nerve to poke my armpit. The hell these kids are thinking? I even threatened to smack one of them the next time they did something like that. Then the kid looked like he was going to cry. DDDDD:
I waited in a line for an hour because little kids kept walking past me since their parents were holding a spot for them. What a great day to go to an Amusement Park without my parents, eh? I wish they could've done that for me. And with that hour wait, I got to sit on a wet big wheel for a few minutes to end up getting drenched smelling like a wet dog. :D

My shoes were so wet that every time I was in a line, I would take my shoes off to dry. D; When they finally got dry, however, Karen and I decided to wait in a line for another 45 minutes to go on the log ride. The seating man person made me sit in the front and poof -- I was drenched along with my poor 'ol shoes again. How uncool. D;

It was still fun, even though they closed down the cheezy Dinosaur ride. I liked that one, too. I have a feeling my arms and feet will be sore tomorrow. >.< Let's just it doesn't happen

When my dad turned the TV on to the news on Channel 9 tonight, we found out that Peter Jennings, long time anchorman for ABC 7 had died from lung cancer.

Though I never watched him at work, I could tell that he had a great impact to the station. You could pretty much see him turning old. Dx

Then my dad said, "Oh, Peter Jennifer died."

When did he become such a terrible listener, reader, and father? Dx

An unnamed person complained that I needed to update, so that is exactly what I'm doing. :[

When my dad came into my room to wake me up, I slowly wandered to the bathroom. The lights were on and my dad was standing right there. I hate it when he does that. That means something is wrong. This time, he asked if I was going to take long because there was a bumble bee in there. [Don't ask me how it got in the house, because I have the slightest idea. My guess is that it followed my mum in the house.]

Like holy shit, even if I wasn't going to take long, I didn't want to go in a small, narrow room with a biggo bumble bee with a ready stinger. My brushing and spitting could probably provoke the darned bee, because I mean, what kind of bee won't be irritated by my spitting a large wad of toothpaste out of my mouth? My dad said that he would watch over me while I'm in the bathroom just in case the bee came out of the light bulb area. I didn't want him to watch me brush my teeth and wash my face. Who said I would've let him supervise me while I peed? u_u

I was extremely terrified, but I had to brush my teeth and go pee somehow. I was even tempted to run in, grab my stuff and knock on the backhouse to let me borrow their bathroom. :[

Then my dad killed the bee, and all went well. n_n

Well not completely well. My research paper about the Filibuster is difficult to write. I mean, I don't support the darned thing, but my only reasoning to it is that I don't think filibustering is fair. My feelings for that are so strong, even though most of the research I've done say that the filibuster hasn't hurt anyone. :[ This sucks. I can't support something in writing that I am against.

But even as I research, I have other demands. I went to visit Jenny the other day because I hadn't seen her in a month. I mean, I was excited to see her again, but the feelings just weren't the same. She has changed so much, and I don't even know if it's a good change or not. Sometimes I feel that her change was just like the change Matt went through after his so called fabulous cruise trip to God knows where, and I don't like the transition of Matt one bit. He's much too cocky, and feels he can condescend anyone with his "New self". Well whatev.

I can't determine Jenny's massive change yet because I haven't fully grasped the new her in the four hours I was with her. She wanted to talk more this week, even if she knew I would be held up with the paper, and surely if she were to come over and talk more about her trip, I would probably only half listen or not listen at all as I struggle to concentrate on my paper over the talking.

No matter how emo this may sound, I'm starting to feel even more alone than ever.Sure I have my daily talks with Jasmine during the 15-20 minute breaks but it's not like I get too deep in those conversations. They're just friendly.

The other day, Jenny even told me that I should try to talk to the people in my class. What she doesn't understand is that I'm not her. I don't flirt with every guy I see. I don't put on a sweet voice for people. And I don't talk and whisper in class to other classmates. As if I could anyway. Professor Hager would stop the class and make a hissy fit at me.

So I'll end my entry at this knowing there are more things I can go into about but could probably anger people even more.

I went con filibuster.

I spent two hours or so developing an intro fro the con.

Then I read more into the filibuster and found out that those opposed to the filibuster are Republicans!

OMGNO.

Now I'm tempted to go profilibuster. D;

[Ring ring]

Peter's Mom: I'm going to bring over bikinis!

Karen: Whut?

[Hang up]

[Knock knock]

Peter's Mom: Hello, hello! Look, for you!

Me: What are those?

Peter's Mom: BIKINIS!

Me: Oh, great. I can't swim. o_o;

Peter's Mom: This would look good on you. Try it on.

Peter: I tried everything on. There were G-strings, but I stole them.

I love my cousin. (:

I had to register for Senior year today, of all days and I must say, it was one of the worst registration experiences I've had.

During break time, I flipped through my papers and saw that I needed 4 proofs of residencies. It used to be two, so I freaked out and called my dad. After rushing outta class, which, thank god ended a tad earlier today, my dad sped home to get the papers. My dad dropped me off at school first so I get get a bit ahead.

But when I got to the room, the lady who gave us the checklist thing bitched at me for missing my registration time. Like hell, bitch. It's not my fault I had class. I was only a few minutes late, too. :[ When the lady reluctantly gave me my checklist paper, I read and saw that I only needed 2 proofs of residency, so I told my dad to come back so he could sign my off campus form. It semed all was well.

The lady let me come back to the off campus thing [thank god] and I went on until this stupid girl stupid girl told me that I couldn't move on with the registration process because I didn't have my social security number on this paper. Hell, I never needed to put my social security number on the papers before, but she insisted that I needed one! The hell. My dad had to go back home and dig through a ton of papers to find it. :[
While he was at home, I thought I could go onto different stations to finish the other parts, but the people were all like, "No, I can't help you until you get that signature." So I pretty much sat waiting for 30 minutes outside for my dad to find my dumb number. u_u
When the girl finally signed my paper after getting my number, the next table nagged at my dad to join the booster clubs and PTA. Jeebus. It's not like my parents even care about the school. :[

THEN. I waited for another hour to take a nasty ID card picture, which of course came out awful again. :[
After that, I got my schedule, but I found out that I didn't get Mr. Martin as my anatomy teacher so I insisted on changing it. Mr. Fick sucks anyway. :[ The counselors office was jam packed with students all waiting for my counselor. She must really suck or something. :[ Luckily Mr. Chang was open and Allen let me go in front of him after we waited for 30 minutes or so. I only took about 3 minutes, too. I don't see why everyone else has to take so long. 

Oh yeah. My books are so heavy next year that the girl who went to get my books from the back room hurt her arm. (: This is greatttt.

And after looking at my schedule, I noticed that Honors Gov was first semester, even though his summer work paper said it was second semester, and I didn't even do his readings yet. They are so long. *____* angst angst.

And . . . drumroll, LOOK AT THE EVOLUTION OF MY ID CARDS.

I can't really say much about them besides, well, eww. I somehow manage to get a squash shaped, fat head in the pictures, even though I don't have a squashed shaped biggo head. @_@

So here are my descriptions and reasons for the nasty looking ID cards.

9th grade - Karen made me crack up just when the lady snapped. Then I became all vampire-like.

10th grade - I just finished running so I became all constipated looking. D:

11th grade - I do believe that's the best picture, even if it isn't great. :[ I have no complaints on that one.

12th grade - Ye know, I have no idea. Call me Squash-head. :[

So what about the evolution? Well, nothing. Kudos to the school for getting a higher quality camera, though. :[

I got to go to David's house to pray for my deceased grandparents and well, eat some weird food. I even ended up eating a tongue without knowing it. @_@ eww.  These days normally aren't that fun because David, Jimmy, Aileen and Kimberly suck. Aileen and Kimberly usually seclude themselves with David, while David plays a short portion of Fur Elise on the piano over and over again because that's all he knows.

But today was different. :O David and Jimmy ditched the mourning of our grandparents to go to some friend's house. That was mighty rude of them, but in turn, I had more fun without them. I didn't have Jimmy coming up to me every ten minutes with his gameboy telling me to watch him play Pokemon. And there was no David to steal Aileen and Kimberly away. Instead, we all built a great lego castle and actually socialized with each other.

Then we arm wrestled. xD Everyone wanted me to arm wrestle Peter, even though he has biggo muscles and I have nothing. Of course I didn't want to do it because well, I'd lose. Aileen arm wrestled Peeter and lost. She's a tough cookie, too. Eventually, I gave into the peer pressure and  arm wrestled Peeter, and after a short struggle, I beat him. :D I'M STROOOONG.

Of course I was afraid to arm wrestle Tony because he can bench press 200 pounds. @_@

What a way to save my dignity.

Mom: Ahhh! Get daddy, get daddy! Shh, be quiet or else it will move!

Me: What is it?

Mom: Get daddy get daddy!

[It turned out to be a small lizard.]

Mom: Don't kill it.

Dad: It died.

Mom: Do you think it was my dad?

Me: I don't know.

[Silence]

:/ I'm not that big on that reincarnation stuff, but who knows. My grandfather could might as well  have been that lizard. I mean, how else could it have gotten in? We did do all of that burning stuff and we went to David's house to pray. @_@

I found Richard from summer school's Myspace. After commenting on how different he looked now, he decided to IM me.

MisterRChen: you look like a girl now!

T______T

Oh dear Richard, you are kind.

I got the cutest letter in the mail today.

It came in a custom made envelope out of a shopping bag and scotch tape. And just to give it a bit of color, blue and yellow supersticky post-its cover the square envelope. Glittery red glue was used to hold the parts that fly up, too, although it didn't seem to work so well because the yellow post-it that had the return address fell off. gigglesnort.

The letter itself was all neat and girly. There were little stars in a train on the top as a border. It was even cut with fancy crafty scissors. : DDDD

It doesn't matter that the music in CD that came with my letter made me laugh for a while. It's the time and effort put into my letter. :D Now all I need is to make my letter pretty back. :D

Watermelon, you made my day.

My five weeks at GCC are up, and even though the class was a complete bore, I can still say that it was worthwhile. I mean, who doesn't want to learn a bunch of stuff about the Constitution? xP

On the first day of school, Professor Hager gave everyone an index card to each student for their personal information. You know, things such as Name, School attending, Contact information, Why you are taking the class, background on subject, etc etc. I was honest about the whole why I am taking the class thing. I wrote, "I didn't want to rot my brain over the summer by watching t.v." And today after I turned my final in and was getting ready to leave, Mr. Hager called me up and said, " I hope this is better than rotting your brain. :D," and I was damned. He actually read that stuff. *____* I guess I should never underestimate a teacher who used to be a lieutenant in war and stands and moves like Wallace from Wallace and Gromit. Of course I responded with a suckupto the teacher answer, even though in all honesty, the class was better than watching tv all day long with my tv show schedule line up starting from 10 a.m to 10 p.m. :B It kept me from my hermit ways during the summer. ;o;, cus I actually met and interacted with Jazmin. n____n

Anyhow, after the final, I didn't have a care what I did today. My dad decided to drag me along to buy a fan for the house even thouh it's the end of the summer. I guess it's because our house has been 87 degrees during the day and our aircon acts nothing more than a fan ever since the coldness died.

And just to treat myself even more, Karen and I went to the movies to watch Undiscovered. It's quite a miracle considering we rarely watch movies. n_n Unfortunately we had to go to the old smelly theater in Alhambra instead of the pretty new one because the new one didn't show Undiscovered. What's the deal with that anyhow. D: No one wants to go to a stinky theather to watch a movie. I'm just glad I did watch it elsewise I might've seriously thrown something at the television if I saw the Undiscovered commercial again, cus I really x3 wanted to see it. heehee. Aside from the horrible shakey-cam filming and those weird black dots/holes that appeared in the screen while playing (I think that's just from the crappy theater. D: ), the movie was cute. :D It's sad how there were only about 7 people in the giant room, but oh well. The movie beats some scary thing that will give me nightmares. Yush, and while watching, Karen managed to get her biggo medium soda on her shirt, (I tell ya, that cup is bigger than the 42 oz at McDonalds. @_@) and she complained for the rest of our trip. We bought books from the library and jackets as if it weren't hot enough in Southern California. (:

4 more days until High School starts. This was my freedom day, and look now, it's over. D;

I got to go to a non-immediate family member's house for a potluck in the afternoon today. My mum, being the great woman herself decided to make eggrolls and heat up the house to 90 something degrees. Since she needed to wash her hair, I volunteered to fish the eggrolls outta the bubbly hot oily pan. That wasn't such a smart idea. I suck using chopsticks, and with the added danger of the oil popping up at my skin, I sucked even more. I dropped two on the floor and one fell into the little crater thing in the stove where the fire comes out. :D Then I gave up and got two spoons, used them as a claw and scooped the eggrolls out. u_u Truly pathetic. And not only was it sad that we had to walk there while carrying a bunch of food, but it was pathetic that someone had to pick us up half way there. I also found it quite sad that the only people I actually knew there were my sister, mom and aunt. u_u

And at the partee, I found it rather difficult to create conversation with the people there because they all knew each other and were all college go-ers or those in elementary school. They all spoke about what they're studying, majors, programs, where they lived, etc, and how could I have possibly entered in such conversations. :[ There was this one girl Winny or however her name is really spelled who did talk to my sister and me more. She was so nice and even offered to let me borrow her fancy dresses for formal dances and do my hair. *____* What a kind soul. Derno if I'll actually take her up on that offer or anything. Well, I'm not even sure if I'll ever see the people I spent 3 hours of my day with again for a while. I mean, it did take almost 17 years of my life to know that these people even existed. :whee:

Oh yah. I found myself a slogan for when LSN becomes an instant messenger because LSN just sounds like a name for an instant messenger.

"Better then MSN, More people use it than AIM, It is LSN! O: Le Gasp!"

Phuong came over for a surprise visit today. He got to walk in throught he garage and see all of my dad's underwear and my underwear and all of that jazz hanging up. It really is a wonderful sight. D: Even though he did get to go through that not so wonderful moment, we did have fun. I brought him over to Jenny's house since she hadn't seen him in two years.

Anyhow, here's the list form of what we did, since I'll bore myself if I say everything.

• Talked while throwing grass bits at each other.
• Go to Applebees to order non-asian food but in turn, order asian food. u_u Phuong is such a lameo.
• Go to the mall to suck up the a/c and take a pictar in that drawing machinese.
• Go home to fix the window Karen took out while breaking into the house.
• Talk more.
• Grabbed a pizza, and since we didn't have the extra penny for the six cents and didn't want to pay a dollar, I had to run back to the car to find a penny.
• Told jokes to each other
• Painted our middle fingers glow in the dark, held our hands up to the light for a recharge, went into the room and flipped each other

I was packing my freshly washed and bleached backpack (because the artic blue turned brown and stuff) and decided to decorate my viewbinder. After figuring out that I was out of ideas, I switched to an ugly non-view binder. No use in wasting a perfectly nice view binder on nothing.

Anywho, then I decided that I needed to put a notebook in there for physics. I grabbed one, and it turned out to be the ugliest shade of blue I have ever seen! The paper inside wasn't that great either. It's not like Staples paper. I swear, Staples has some fancy paper. :B Yeah, being my anal self and hating my notebook when the corners get all fuzzy, I decided to tape it up. Gosh I have issues.

Then came the time to put everything inside my backpack and zip it up. I did and I put it on and I realized that I do not look cool in that backpack like those magazine models I saw with my backpack a few years ago when I actually received magazines in the mail. What false advertisement! The magazines are telling me, "Oh, put this backpack on and look cool and spiffy." Righttt. I look like a short lewserface with a backpack that is way too big for her.

I don't want to start school.