The first day of the early schoolyear started today. I can't say I'm terribly fond of my classmates. Actually, I'll just say I don't like 'em. I have the worst seats in the world, such as in Psychology. I'm sitting in front of Jamie Ho, the biggest slut next to elizabeth Najara. Geez. In front of me in a punkass asian chic and next to me is Andrea, that big one who is also a slut. God.

I also hope we get different seats in a few of my classes. My seat in Honors Gov. drove me completely nuts. It looked like the perfect seat until Anna Liang decided to sit in front of me. Her biggo head blocks my entire view of half of the board and Mr. Schendel, and ye know, I like to look at the teacher when he talks. Mr. Schendel is a large man, too. He can't be hard to miss, but I don't see any part of him in my seat because of her head. D: But of course I had to choose a lousy seat.

And of course, something else had to go wrong. For the entire day today, I must've sneezed over fifty times. I don't know if I have allergies or anything, but I've never had them before. I wasn't a bit like this yesterday, either, so who really knows why I sneezed so much. I bet it's a sign that my schoolyear isn't going to be that great. D: I'm just expecting something else to go wrong.

I'm also now afraid to go off campus, simply for fear of coming back late.

And I'm being a bitch about it.

I started Senior year with a kick in my butt. Not only was I sneezing like crazy for no apparent reason other than my back was cold, but I was sad looking at my classmates.

It's like Ms. Utting favors the students who helped paint her room over the summer and pretty much disregards the rest. And when I walk into her room nice and early in the morning, i don't even get a smile from her when I smile. I wonder why she even put me into her AP class. u_u Yeah, and my classmates in Spanish and my other classes don't make me jump wildly for joy, either. Everyone is in their own little/large clique that they don't care much for the rest of the people, either. Some of my seats in the classes are truly horrible, too that sometimes, I feel as though I'm anticipating a seating chart so I can move. 

Oh. And not to sound completely racist or anything, but I'm not totally fond of the hispanics in TC. I'm not saying all of them are bad, but the majority are not pleasing at all. The ones in El Sereno were way cooler than the ones in TC. Like just yesterday, I placed my backpack under the bee tree that I've been sitting at every year. I walked off with Jenny to the restroom and for her to get some food, and when I come back, I see that my backpack has been shifted to the side and a bunch of hispanic freshmen groupies stole the spot. What the hell was that anyway? D:

Hey fellow readers. I've been updating but keeping a lot of it private. It might stay like so for a few more days because I need to keep all of the bitching about the people in the school and all of that crap hidden before it goes on the record and I become the official badmouther. u_u

 

Toodles.

I remember back in PoliSci, Hager always made fun about how Rehnquist would never resign from his office, even after going through many sicknesses and surgeries. And Hager always said that Rehnquist will continue with his conservative rulings for as long as he lived, and when he dies, he'll come back to haunt the next Supreme Court Justice with more conservative rulings.

And just Friday, I was gawking with pershgn about how Rehnquist won't resign or ever really leave the court.

 

Well guess what? I opened up Yahoo! and found out that he died. @_@

I cursed him!! x_x

Hand-me-downs are great.

I got a hand me down Ti-83+ graphing calculator from Karen. You know, those ugly black things that have been discontinued.

The thing is a few years old, but it still works, I think.

Before Karen gave me her calculator, she noticed her mode button stuck and was difficult to push. But when I used it, it was perfectly fine. I had no problem quitting the many strange screens I accidentally opened while trying to figure out how to use the thing. Then today I asked Steven Woo to show me how to graph something on my calculator, though I don't remember what because I know absolutely nothing about the calculator, and he told me that the mode button got stuck a lot.

And after that, the mode button was difficult to push.

 

It's not only that. When I somehow got my graphing calculator to not graph, I asked Elias to fix it for me since he was the only other guy in the library who knew a thing about graphing calculators. I think he got annoyed at pushing the calculator back up in its cap, because the grip is that weak. xD Elias pressed the mode button plenty of times to try to fix the thing, and the button in turn sort of hurt his index finger.

 It's great. I possess a potentially dangerous yet necessary object. :D

 

By the by, after 10 minutes or so, he fixed the calculator for me. I hope I never get stuck in that situation again. @_@

So the story goes as this.

Mrs. King insisted that all of the ap Calc AB classes have the same amount of students in each class.

Period 4 had 42 students

Period 5 had 40 students

Period 7 had 38 students.

The problem with period 7 is that a lot of the people in sports were ditching to attend class, so many of them had to switch. Of course, to Mrs. King, she just wanted to move two from period 4 to period 7. Since everyone in period 4 was in a sport, they couldn't and said they could switch to period 5, my period. Confusing? Yeah. It was driving the counselors including Mrs. Bulgin, Mrs. King and the students affected by this absolutely crazy.

Mrs. Bulgin then pleaded for people in my period 5 class to switch to 7th period. She first asked who had a period 1. That was me. Then she asked what that was, and I said ap Spanish, and then she knew she couldn't really get me to change.

Yeah. I told Jenny about this problem and she pretty much begged me to give up my spot in period 5 so I could join her in period 7, even though my brain doesn't really function at that time. I guess at that time, 3- ish Pm, I wasn't thinking (typical me) and agreed to this switch so I could both help calm everyone down and make Jenny happy (even though she was perfectly content with her seat and classmates. There was no need for me to join. I can't even sit around her. u_u).

I told Mrs. Bulgin that I could move my class down to 7th and her face instantly lit up. I told her that I would have a hole in period 5, but I could probably fill it up with a teacher aide class, ye know, so I wouldn't have to ruin period 6. But no. Mrs. Bulgin said that she could swtich my 6th period humanities class up to 5th so I could become an AVID tutor and help kiddos out with their homework. I didn't really want to do that, but Mrs. Bulgin was set on that idea because there weren't enough tutors as it is. u_u  Sad thing is, is that fifth and sixth period were the only classes where I actually liked most of the people.

Now today, I realized just why she wanted to put me in that AVID class as a tutor. It just so happens that a lot of the students in AVID have trouble in spanish, and the only other tutor took German. And today, when all of the kids went to Mrs. Bulgin asking about spanish, she would direct them all over to me. One girl especially asked me questions every 2 minutes, so I couldn't even use the time to do my work like Wing does. u_u Sooo not cool.

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Oh yeah. I'm stuck sitting in the far back corners of both my Humanities and calc classes now. And this is what I get for doing something nice? What crap! Mrs. Marquardt said her classroom only had 35 chairs and with me added, there were 36. She said I should grab a seat quickly, and so I did. I took the seat I had in 6th period. But it turns out some lovey dovey fob's seat with the guy in front of him, so I felt kinda bad and let her have it. I moved to the seat behind for a while until I turned around when I heard "Excuse me" in the manliest girly voice I have ever heard. Then I saw a large hairy stomach hanging over these super tight pants and shirt, and it belonged to this bitchy mexican girl. *_____* Yeah. For fear she would beat me up because I was in her chair, I had to move to the back where I couldn't see much of anything. u_u Boy my senior year is going to suck.

Even though this doesn't seem like much, you cannot believe how frustrating it is. u_u I want my old schedule back.

Join Salsa

Club

You know you want to. The leaders of the club are taking professional lessons just to teach the members how to Salsa dance. You'd be getting a free education at the leader's expense. Take advantage of such an offer. You'll not only catch the eye of that special someone, but you might meet someone in the club, because who knows, you might have a hot guy or gal in your arms at some point. And if they suck, change partners. Duh. So join Salsa Club. It's Sultry. It's hot. So why not?

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Okay. So much of an entry there. I don't really know what to say anymore. School is simply frustrating. I pretty sure I failed my gov't test given the circumstances the test was announced the day before and had two other tests to study for. I feel bad because I think I stole Matt Brugger's seat in English when I transferred in. I fell down because I'm just that lame. Everyone won't shut up about Homecoming. I think my best friend is turning into a slut. And now, I simply don't know anymore. Mrs. Bulgin introduced me to the AVID class, and when they heard of what I could help them in, I saw their faces light up. I even heard some guy gasp when he heard I can help him in Spanish. :[ Yeah.

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WATERMELON COME ONLINE SO I CAN TALK TO YOU.

Viva la independencia de Mexico lolololol

I heard stories of a lot of the Downtown streets being blocked up due to this celebration. What a way to make me laugh and only feel sorry for the people who have to drive through that area.

Anywho, there was a Mexican Independence Day celebration for the Spanish Club today. I hope my buying the ticket and attending the celebration didn't mean that I actually joined the club. @_@ It just seemed fun to eat some Mexican food with a bunch of other people instead of going off campus and stuff. Plus, for the three bucks I paid, I must say, the Spanish Club fed me well. *_____* I was stuffed and remained pretty darned full up to dinner. Hell, I wasn't even hungry for dinner. I even ended up one of the winners for the raffle for the random mexican items. And without knowing, I got a mini hand made clay tea set. It's perfect for my stuffed animals. (:

There was also one of those annoying pep assemblies. The only thing good about them is that I get to sleep 10 minutes more. Anyhow, they played this song game thing where they would play a 10 second clip of "popular" songs, and some person would write the song title down and chase after a guy to score a point. What I believe is truly pathetic is that I didn't recognize any of those songs played on that nasty, screachy radio thing. But everyone else knew what the songs were. :[ I am so incredibly lame.

I don't like to think I would be one to get high off of permanent markers, but it happened. :[

I was workin' on the first Salsa Club poster (By the way, Join >:0 ) and since I didn't have any paint besides the acrylic blue metallicy one and the fact that I simply can't paint well, I used some permanent markers. The markers and the mix of some messed up dance songs sent me flying wild.

But all in all, I think the poster turned out pretty. Sure I gave the guy a highlighter orange shirt and potatoe shoes, and the girl some funny boobs and butt, I still think it looks pretty. :D

never crossed my mind that we'd become such good friends, since you know, you didn't like me at first.  We grew past that, we grew past all of it. I learned that our passion for Leadership and school got us through all of that, and if we didn't things wouldn't have been the same right? I met you freshmen year through english and leadership and you are a fake 4 year leadership student, remember that.haha. I'm sorry I couldn't give you your hug, it was just too tough for me to see Kim go that day and letting you go to would've just killed me. I'm glad we got to spend so much time together Senior year, I swear seeing you everyday was just not enough, considering that I won't be seeing you for quite some time from hereon. And because I spent so much time with you senior year made it a kazillion times harder to say goodbye to you. Although we've gone through a lot and I've seen you overcome all the hardships that you've been through, you never cease to amaze me with all the energy that you carry with you. Your uniqueness has been imprinted in my mind, you are like no other person that I have met and believe me it will bring you to great things.

My school is filled with rude buttholes.

I ran out of Spanish to find Matt by 311 with the blue tape to hang up the first Salsa Club poster ye know. We were almost late to class because of it, too. Anywho, I thought it looked all nice and prettyfull up there, and I know people saw it because they told me and stuff. Then at lunch when I walk by the quad to check up on the poster, I find that some asshole tore it down onto the ground for people to step on. Yeah. Of course that pissed me off so I picked it up and asked Kervin to help me rehang it since it wasn't torn and we did. Afterschool, I check on it once again because I honestly don't have faith in the people in my school, and my instincts were right. Some assholes tore it down.

 

But this time it was torn into pieces and the janitors threw it away.

 

My poor poster didn't survive a day. ;______;

I'm gonna make a bunch of small ones and put them up all around school now.

 

I mean, I understand that people might want to tear and step on the posters that are taped on the floor. I mean, you can't expect a poster taped to the ground not to get messed up, but mine was high up on the wall. >:0000000

 

 

Pity me and my poor poster story by joining Salsa Club. :B First meeting tomorrow afterschool room 107. :x

The first project for my psychology class is to conduct a survey and gather information. Jenny and I chose a rather sexist topic, just out of curiosity. I mean, who really cares about how many hours people listen to music or sleep anyway. :[

I wanted to get 125 guys surveyed, and when I was nearing that number, I thought that I didn't have enough fobs for variety, so I went up to a group of guy fobs sitting on the stairs and asked them if they would like to take a quick six question survey for my psych class. The first guy simply stared and shook his head. The guy next to him di dthe same, and so did a few others. So I walked up the stairs and asked the other guys and all they did was laugh at me. What the fucking hell. Say 'no' and I'll leave to find other guys. I didn't even tell them that it was a sexist survey.

Yeah. Afterschool, I was missing 2 more guys, and I saw two fob guys walking out of school and took up the chance to ask them. And well guess what. They were two of the guys from the stairs, except this time they laughed and ran away. Jerks! >:00000

 

The results were rather interesting though, even if it took forever to calculate everything. :B

Senior portraits are absolutely ridiculous, or maybe that's just because I find it dumb how we have to pay 25 bucks just to sit for the picture and not keep it. I didn't have anything nice to wear so I chose this black shirt thing that my mum kept telling me to change out of. It's not like I had anything else better to wear anyway so I kept it. And after I took my pictars, the photographer lady said I had a cool blouse. Ha. Take that mommy. :[ Anywho, Jenny wanted me to wear a bit of make up and ohh my godddddd. That stuff is impossible to remove. I was scrubbing my face and eyes for quite a long time until Karen said petroleum jelly is the best make-up remover. So then I gunked on some of that sticky baby powder sented stuff on my face. It was kind of a silly idea, though, because petroleum jelly is kind of resistant to water. >.> It is safe to say I still have petroleum jelly on my face.

Oh yeah, while trying to find my mum in the giant crowd of people in the library, I found that I had a voice message. It's just that I have absolutely no idea who it is. >.> It was some guy who apparently sounded like Matt, but it couldn't have been Matt because matt doesn't have 'class' or an office to reach him at.  He was like, "I knew you weren't going to answer the phone. See. You're doing it right now. Well I called you back blah blah blah . . .  I don't quite remember the rest". So who knows who that guy is. Karen called him back for me. :B We'll see who it is later if he decides to call back, unless the realized he got the wrong number and never bothered again. *shrug*

My mum has superears and even when she sleeps, she can hear me laughing quietly with my sister. And when she hears us, she wakes up and tells us to go to sleep. D;

 

 

 

oyah. happybirfdaysistar.

It's Karen's birthday and for once, we had a birthday partee. :O We invited a few friends because that's all we have and some relatives over. 

And although we didn't have a moonbounce like at Jimmy's party, our lameo party still beat the hell out of Matt's tiny piece of cold turkey and garlic salt party. :D We had plenty of food and people who were actually willing to converse with the other. Jenny embarassed the hell out of David (cus he's going through that stage in a teenage boy's life. :O ) and scared the heck out of little Jimmy. But still, we still talked, because what kind of hosts would we be if we didn't. Aileen, Kimberly, David, Peeter and Tony wanted to keep out of the games, though. What lameos. What could make a party more fun than pin the tail on the donkey? :O I was misled into walking into a bush. Matt was led into the streets. Allen was led into Kervin a few times. What good old fashion fun. :D Then we played Hug tag where we got to run away from hugs. It sounds silly but was fun nonetheless.

Yeah. My dad bought a giant cake and I swear, I bet we'll still have some left over for when my birthday rolls in. Sure it'll be stale, but I'm sure we'll have enough. c.c

It always gets to me that no one believes I can do much of anything.

The first thing I did after becoming the PR of Salsa club was to find out whether I can have posters up around school, and when I found out that it was allowable at the time, I grabbed a bunch of butcher paper and made a poster.

Then I thought that I should put up a bulletin announcement for the club for the first meeting, but after not knowing how to do it, I didn't. Knowing that the club might lose some members over the next few weeks, I decided to go out Friday afterschool without having to explain to Jenny why I was going to 311 since she was sick, to find out just how to put up a bulletin announcement. I got the slip, filled it out and got Utting's approval, meaning I had to talk to her more than I had to [which I must say, can be quite unpleasant]. I did what I was supposed to do.

So today when the bulletin was read, Salsa club came up and little Michael and a few guys (which names I didn't quite hear when Michael was telling me this) were wondering who the hell put up the announcement. They asked each other if they did it, and they all said no. Duh. Then. . .

[Some guy]: Do you think Jenny and Jennifer did it?

[Everyone else]: What? Noooooo!

 

Liek T2H guys. Thanks for having the greatest faith in me and that I can do what I am supposed to do.

Being and AVID tutor isn't so bad. The class is more of a study hall for myself than an actual class to help students out since no one has the guts to ask Wing or me questions. But if a problem ever does arise, Wing and I always solve it. Wing helps everyone out with any english related subject, Math and German, while I handle the Spanish, Math and Chem stuff.

I never really have problems helping them, except for when this one girl (whose name I forgot. Oh goody me) turns around and says, "Jennifer, can you help me with Chem?". At that point, my heart skips a beat and I walk slowly on over to her table because well, my apChem skills are shabby and she's in apChem. The first few times she asked me, I was only able to give her a really vague, crappy answer. I'd ask Wing and she would be more clueless than I am.

But today, today was a special day. She asked me a question, and while I figeted and racked my brain for some sort of answer, I took the problem back to my extremely large table to think about how to solve the problem. And it hit me. I figured it out and wrote out the steps to doing it since I knew there wasn't going to be time to explain it to her.

And at this moment, I feel absolutely great about myself knowing that I didn't forget every little thing I learned in Chem last year, and that I helped a person out with something that no one else in the class knew how to answer. :D [/cocky]