TCHS had another one of those annoying assemblies, but this time it was the Homecoming assembly. It was disorganized, had many long pauses because they couldn't get things to work, played the wrong music and everything. I was seriously expecting much more from the ASB. Aside from the crappy ASB work, the assembly wasn't so bad.

First things first, I decided to wear this fobby orange splotched fuzzy sweater to school today ye know. I don't really care how odd it looks, because I had a reason for wearing it. At the assembly, I wanted that isle seat for easy access off the bleachers so I wouldn't get trampled while getting off. The middle portion of my row wasn't occupied though and there came the complications. These white and mexican girls wanted the inner people to scoot over so they could steal my awesome seat shielded from the sun by the tall guy. Obviously I didn't want to move. I had already burned my butt off for 10 minutes, and the seat had finally stopped burning, so I pretended that I couldn't understand them. Funny thing is, it worked. :D I think my fob jacket made it even more believable.

Girl: Can she even understand us?

It was funny while it lasted until one of the middle girls decided to scoot over and I had to follow. D;  

Anywho, the skits during the assembly were boring, but then they put on something interesting. This guy Aaron something decided to tell us about his little adventure over to an orphanage in Russia and the living conditions there. And to help out, he sang the school a demo of a song in the CD he made to try to sell to the school as a fund raiser for the kids in the orphanage. As if that weren't sweet enough of him, he did something even more amazing. While he was at the orphanage, he met this girl who he liked and wrote a song in Russian for her, and he sang that to us, too. It was so sweet that I had tears in my eyes. ;____; And I swear, I would've bought a CD, because who knows, he could be famous later or something, and I could've helped out those kiddys. But oh golly gee, I didn't have 5 dollars. I had 3 dollars and I was starving. >:0 Being poor sucks. So much for my charity of the day.

---

o yah. There was a lab in physics that included a bit of running. We got into groups of 4 or 5. There was a timer, runner, and a few time collectors. I didn't want to run, but it was forced upon me! That was so not cool.

Linh: I'm timinggggg.

Me: Connie do you want to run?

Connie: Oh. I can't. I'm wearing flip flops.

>:00

Me: Stephen, do you want to run?

Stephen: Oh. I can't. I'm on my period.

>:0000 That deserves a PUNCH2FACE

I must've been the only girl in my class to have ran that thing, too. :[ Luckily Matt Li ran one of the activities for me. ;_; <3

It's the night of the homecoming dance at school and my entertainment of the night, watermelon, decided to leave me. >:0 I'll hold you for that later. :D

So with the lack of entertainment, I've decided to watch City of Angels.

I just hope I won't regret not going later on in the future. ;D

I had very little sleep last night after I stayed up all night doing homework I forgot I had. Oh silly me, right? Yeah, I blame myself.

Just now I've been having troubles keeping my head up as I try to tackle the confusing physics related Calculus problems. And after falling asleep multiple times throughout the process, I have given up. I'm not doing my math homework.

And boy, do I feel liberated.

[Jennifer enters kitchen]

Me: Hi Mommy!

Mom: Tch.

 

Gee thanks mom.

---

 

In government, one of our assingments is to write two letters to elected representatives. I chose George Bush and Schwarzenegger, though I'm a bit iffy about Schwarzenegger, but I must say, my letter to Bush came out unnecessarily long. emofob wanted me to ask what his plans were on killing the true democrat. I was tempted to include that in my letter, but I didn't. And the funny thing is that I actually sounded nice in the letter. Nothing mean or degrading at all! :O

This deserves a celebration. Boomshakalaka

Karen met this guy named Dash at the busstop and they wanted to hang out ye see. Dash said that he would come down to the Walgreens up my street and of course, being the nosey little sister I am, I tagged along with Karen to meet the guy. Just to approve of him ye know? I didn't want Karen  hanging out with some smelly creepy child molester lookalike guy named Aaron. >:0000

While crossing the street to Walgreens, the car going in the same direction we were walking had the cutest, friendliest little Labrador puppy with half its body out the window and paws on the side of the door. Karen and I were oogling over the puppy as the car slowly drove across the street, and the saddest yet cutest thing happened. The puppy crawled of the window to play with us. [Please remember we're in the middle of the busy street] I feel so loved.  And as he crawled out of the window while the car was still driving, the poor little puppy landed on his back and rolled. He's still such a cute puppy though. >:0 Karen and I tried calling the puppy to follow us across the street to the owner, but instead the owner quickly parked his car and ran across the street  to get his cute puppy yelling, "Lance, come back!". Lance did, though, start running in the opposite direction of the owner. :0 He must've liked us more. ;-; Then the owner caught Lance and carried him back like a giant baby. He's so cute. ;_;

And I swear, if the owner had left his adorable puppy out on the streets with us, I would've taken him home with me. >:0

SATs were today, right? I signed up to go to San Marino because I heard that the restrooms were just so much nicer, and truth be told, they are. :O

Anywho, the way San Marino issues out the classrooms is different than the way Cantwell does, so I was a bit clueless at first. And when the sign that gave out the assigned classrooms was put up, I noticed the cut off for room 106 was Phuong,K and room 107 was Phuong, L. Of course I was being my dumb self thought, "Hey, N comes after O!", and that was after I recited l m n o p to myself. I don't know how I figured N to come after O, but I did, and I went to the wrong classroom. D;

Yay! I'm seventeen finally 

I sound like sucha youngin' but finally!!!!

Cus they only want you when you're seventeen. ;D

-Thankyou whoever commented in Oh Karen. ;_; You're just on time.

"Cry if I want to, cry if I want to. You would cry too if it happened to you."

 

I don't reinforce that it is my birthday because I want to see who actually care enough to find out somewhere and simply remember.

And now I know. Jenny, my best friend, of all people forgot. I don't care if other people forget, but I call Jenny my best friend for a reason. And I tell ya, there is nothing more disappointing than knowing your best friend didn't take a second to look at the calander or whatever and give me a hug. That's all I wanted.

When I wrote those letters to the elected representatives, Mr. Schendel told us that if we don't get a respose, take it to heart and keep a mental note that they aren't living up to the expectations that everyone's opinion counts. Well ya know, I'm taking this to heart. I know that Jenny has changed ever since her trip to Columbia. I never liked her new change and I've told her, but I suck it up. I even remember Matt's comment that even though Jenny has changed, that she's still there for me. Well whatev. If this is proof that she is still there for me, then the world is falling down, because it's not.

Club day is a complete fraud.

I went solo and ventured out during lunch to gather people to sign up for Salsa Club, and boy, I must say, that was hard work. Not only was it hot with the sun burning through your skin that you can feel your body cooking, but there was so little time that I ditched eating and ran around pursuading people to join. I do know that over half of them won't come to the meetings though since I used somewhat of a filibustering technique and talked on forever until the only way to get rid of me was to join. D; Jeffy Lo even told people to run away from me, or good luck to them because I caught them. D;

Thank goodness for the little desperate boys who want to meet girls though. ;D

Me: Hey, do you want to join Salsa Club. Learn how to do a sultry dance.

Boy: No, it's okay. I can't dance.

Me: Well we can't dance either. That's why we're teaching you. Take advantage of a free education at the leader's expense. Isn't that the least bit appealing?

Boy: No, it's okay.

Me: Look at it this way. You get to dance with multiple girls, and if they suck, you'll switch your partner anyway! Meet new people.

Boy: [Rubs chin] Okay. :D

 

Whopwhop

Even if club day is pointless for us, I guess it is nice exposure for the club and a way for everyone to know just what it is we do. u_u Of course, that's just the pathetic excuse to get me to feel better about it.

It's so LA.

 

That was one of the worst billboard/banners I have ever seen. It does, though, make sense that it was in Hollywood.

I went to participate in the ___th annual AIDS Walk Los Angeles, and boy was it tiring. I was at school at 7:05, the time we were supposed to be there, and waited for another 30 minutes for everyone else to come. What lameos. :[ Anywho, I didn't realize there would be so many people at the AIDS Walk. Sure I knew there was going to be a bunch, but there were literally thousands of people. It was like rows of people that stretched on for miles, and we were all just walking. I tell ya, if anyone wanted a chance to kill people in large numbers, the aids walk would've been perfect. Luckily nothing happened and I came home in one piece. :D I was 20 dollars short on donations to receive an aids walk shirt. D; It would've come handy when walking in the rain. After the strenuous 6.2 mile walk we went over to the California Pizza Kitchen to eat. I, having lived under a rock for seventeen years,  have never been to CPK and had absolutely no idea what they served.  I would have been completely fine with a pepperoni pizza, but they didn't serve stuff like that. Jenny and I split this other pizza thing, and I tell ya, it tasted nasty. There were carrots on it. There were peanuts, and slimey soy-sauce thing on it. There were green vegetable stuff on it. And worst yet, there was this chinese vegetable tree thing on it. What the hell kind of pizza is that?! Honestly, I don't see what the hype about CPK is. The price of their food is crazy and their food is nasty. :[ The only good thing about my dining experience was the hot server guy. D; I don't think I'll be going to CPK anytime soon.

Anyway, now my toes and feet are in pain. My toes started tingling when I was about 1/4 of the way through when it started to rain, and it became painful ever since. D; I don't know how the other thousands of people do it. I even saw this person with a cane walking perfectly fine, when my toes were about to give out. They're so strong. >:[

---

But forget the aids walk. I am now overly excited to watch the new Room Raiders San Diego episodes. :O

Senior portraits came out yesterday. I couldn't pick mine up though, because apparently the date I took mine didn't come in yet. What the hell is that anyway? The dates after the 22nd came in.

I got my pictures today though and I noticed how crappy I photograph. :O When I saw my pictars I thought:

1. Ho'crap my face is so fat.

2. Ho'snap my smile is so forced, yo.

3. What happened to the weird liney things on my shirt?

4. Wow, are those my arms?

5. Damn what is up with my teeth and mouth?

6. Why is my hair popping out in the back like that?

7. Mans I's ugleh.

8. They don't look so bad far away!

I seriously don't know how I turn out so nasteh in photographs. Maybe it's just the thought of knowing that I have to look decent that makes me nervous and ugleh.

And again, my mum yelled at me for wearing black. Seriously though, it's not like I have anything better to wear.

 

Of the seven, I've narrowed my decision down to three.

304  306  308

I'm probably more likely to pick 304 or 306, but I really don't know. D;

Help. ;_;

Last week I didn't give my house a good clean because I needed to finish my homework before I wasted half of my day at the aids walk. One week and this is what happens. :[

 

It's Friday and I'm pooped. When I got home, I wore my typical Friday attitude. I plopped down on the couch with my pillow and turned on the TV. What more could I possibly want, right? But then I moved slightly forward on the couch and turned my head to look between the two sofas lined up against each other and saw one of the most disgusting things. There lied one of the biggest, entangled mess of cobwebs. This wasn't one of those light dainty not so sticky spiderwebs. This was one of those thick supersticky ones that no matter how much you try to get it off, it won't come off. I shrieked and Karen came running to see what happened. She gave me one of those "Oh you're so stupid you chickenwuss" faces, but then she looked deeper in and homgs. In the middle of the giant cobweb was a giant black spider. *_______* Okay, maybe it's not as big as I say, but its body was a good inch in length. >:0 Obviously Karen didn't want to smash it and obviously I didn't want to feel its butt ooze and crack if I were to smush it. There was also that possibility that if I tried to smash it, it would crawl under the sofa because spiders are just oh-so great at that. :[

And so I pulled out my only other weapon. A vacuum cleaner! Hooah! I got the nozzle out and sucked the giant spider right up. If that weren't enough torment for the thing, I decided to vacuum the rest of the house up because it was feeling dirty after the two weeks. And when I vacuum, the dirt in the little bucket goes round and round and round. I honestly thought I would've spun the dizzyness right out of the spider so it would die. When the bucket was getting a bit full, I decided to look through the bucket to see what happened to the spider, and the spider experienced a miracle. It was still alive. D; Sure its black body became brown after all of the dirt, but hosnap, the spider was still strong! Then I thought if I left it in the bucket full of dust, it would choke on the dust and suffocate to death, but even after 3 hours, it was alive.

 

So what was Karen doing while I was cleaning the house up to prevent other scary findings between cracks and such? Oh yes. She was out with Fernando. I want to go out toooo. I need to adopt myself a set of better friends. :[ If only momo and such lived closer. D;

I woke up bright shining and early to take a tour of UC Irvine, but the thing is . . it wasn't bright or shining at all. Well that most certainly took all of the energy out of me. Don't get me wrong. I love this kind of weather, but it was early, before 11 and I knew I was going to be with my parents for the entire day.  I was a lifeless grouch.

But then the tours started. We all got separated into 5 groups and mine had two good lookin' guys in it. :D What was great is that they weren't TC guys. :D My energy instantly came back and my trip became more enjoyable--even with the bad jokes the guide cracked.  Our tour guide let us look inside UCI's biggest lecture hall if we were quiet enough because there was a class in session. I quietly snuck a peak when this other good lookin' guy comes down and asks me what we were doing. I told him we were just looking and he said I could sit down next to him. *____* Of course I couldn't, though because the tour must go on. Oh well. :[

My dad got tired half way through the tour and stayed behind. My mum and I asked for directions back to whereever my dad was and that's when one of the good lookin' guys smiled at my situation. It was a long walk back, but I was fine because I was in lala land. n___n I need to snap out of it.

I moved myself closer to the 5'7 guy from yesterday. He wasn't tall at all, but so cute. The way his hair flopped and wasn't really combed. The little chunks. His expression, and his beautiful eyes and eyelashes. They curledup so much. His beautiful dark dark brown hair. It's not dark like mine. It was almost redish brown. Gorgeous. He wasn't shaven, but he still looked so good. His pants had a hole in the butt pocket, but I didn't care. He had the cutest brown shoes. They weren't regular shoesyou know. I don't even know how to describe them, but they looked good on him. I wish I had started conversation with him. I wish his parents said his name so I would know it. I wish I knew what school he came from. I wish Icould see him again. His jacket was a pullover hoodie and his hands were always in his pocket. He didn't have a buff chest, but I didn't care. he was perfect. ;_; He was so neutral, breathed loudly at times from the walking, but again, I didn't care.

He looks like Andrew Mcmahon from Something Corporate, but just cuter, and made for me. T____T

I hope.i hope I hope I hope he goes to UCLA on Saturday or something. ;_; If I ever see him again, I will talk to him, elsewise I would be hitting myself in the head even more, just as I am doing right now. i wish I wish I wish.

I kept looking at him. I didn't 'care so much for the other guy, I cared more for the shorter one. The one whose mom laughed a lot at Ahana's jokes. The one whose dad carried a bunch of papers about UCI and took notes. I positioned myself next to him or directly across from him to look at him when standing. I wish that after the largest lecture hall, I had sat next to him by the wall and said Hi. Why didn't I? I didn't I find out more about him? I honestly don't know. I keep thinking about what I should have done. So I hope I get another chance. ._.

I know so little about him, but I still am infatuated. I know he likes videogames. And the way he dresses. I don't know. Why am I like this? The other guy was good looking, too, but this guy was so charming. I could imagine him in a tux. He would look cute. What the fuck. Why do I like him so?

I keep thinking of images of us together. We walked together for most of the time, just because I wanted to. I jumped around to maybe catch attention, but I don't know if it worked because his face was so neutral. His lips weren't puffy. They were more inward, but I didn't care. He was gorgeous to me. :/ Maybe if we both choose UCI, we can sit by the park together. Who knows :/

But then I saw him smile and kind of chuckle at me at the end when I was asking for directions back to daddy. It made my heart leap. I said thank you to ahana back while walking back to daddy. I hope he heard me and my voice and remember it, and I hope he's thinking about me too. I wish I knew what he sounded like <3333

I think someone hit me with the dumb spell, because obviously someone has replaced my mind.

In AVID, Celina was talking about who knows what and related it to the Romeo and Juliet scene when they say "Romeo romeo" something something something.

I didn't know what I was thinking and blurted out, "Romeo, Romeo, let down your long hair."

This is just why I didn't type the entire Romeo and Juliet quote out [because my dumb mode does not let me remember the real words], and this is exactly why someone needs to ducttape my mouth shut. Even if I would look silly, it wouldn't be as silly as Romeo Romeo let down your long hair.

Why am I a tutor? u_u

These two weeks are like death weeks. I have been hearing of many deaths. First it was Mr. Schendel's friend, who was younger than he is, died. Then I hear of Wing's grandpa dying, which is the reason she wasn't here today and I was swamped running around the classroom answering homework questions. And then Karen tells me that Hans's grandmother, the one he liked, died.

Then as I was looking up current events for Government, I read about a woman who committed suicide by lynching herself on a tree 15 feet above the ground. The thing is, is that passerbys saw this dangling woman and didn't bother reporting what they saw. Why? It's because they thought she was part of a Halloween Decoration. What the fuck? :[ I guess I would have thought of it as a decoration as well, but jeebus. This Halloween seems more messed up than other years.

Okay so I haven't posted much lately. I have a good reason for that. :B

In the past week, the little bubble inside me has only been inflating because of the people around me. Yes, they are annoying the crap out of me and all I have to say is crap, and knowing that are people who do read this . . . well, then I couldn't post.

 

Anyhow, I read my school's newspaper and had a comment about every little bit I read. Talk about being critical, Jennifer! Fobs don't wear plain clothing, and fobs especially are not the ones who pay attention in class. :/ Then I read how Dina, an Egyptian born girl was called a fob. What the flying fuck. And then her quote about feeling bad after finding out what fob meant. Well duh you feel bad. >:0 Most of the articles were among the stupidest I've read. Maybe it's just the intelligence level of the writers. Sure they're smart in school, but do they really have the street smarts. Even any kind of other smarts beyond school would be enough.We need students like David Smith back in school. Why the heads of the school decided to give him a Certificate of Proficiency is beyond me. I know he's a smart kid, probably the smartest I've ever met, and I know that if he tried half as hard as the rank one students, he'll beat them. But Jeebus, to make him leave school Senior year sucks. He doesn't even get to graduate with the rest of the 06 students. Tell me to stop complaining. Stop complaining Jennifer. :[

Oh yeah. My mum had a talk with Edwin's dad again today. He bragged about how Edwin took so many ap math classes and stuff that he doesn't have to take math in college anymore. Okay, big deal hotshot. Then my mum asked what Edwin will study in college then if he wasn't going to take math. Edwin's dad then answered, "Math". Doesn't that scream, "OMGBIGFATLIARBRAGGINDDAD WHO CAN'T CREATE A FRIGGENGOODLIE"? Well it does to me. >:0

I toured UCLA on Saturday, too. The campus was beautiful, but I had no eyecandies. :[ I'm not sure whether I like the school itself very much. The tourguide made the tour boring and stuff went through one ear and out the other. I did hear him say that "Everything they offer is among the best" blah blah blah, but they don't even offer Journalism and say that taking Communications is what the person should do in stead. :[ Journalism =/= Communications. It's not like I aspire to be a writer or anything, but just hearing that made me take points off. Everyone there look like washed up TC students. :/ I also know that if I lived there, I'll probably have enough for one meal outside campus and I'll be broke for the rest of the month. That place is high-livin'. :[

That is exactly why I ended up going downtown with my mum that same afternoon to buy some things and haggle like what people in Spain and Mexico do. Being asian ourselves, we know how to be cheap and make deals, just because we can't afford anything that is even 'normal' priced. We got Karen a pretty watch, and she misplaced it the same day. I spent most of today looking for the thing and ended up finding it in her purse, which she claimed to have looked in. >:0

Oh. I also got the paper about the Power Elite and All the King's Men back with a perfect score. What's great is that I didn't read either book and made up a ton of crap from the little summaries I got on the internet. :D I'm a cheater, I know, but not as bad of a cheater as others in my class. They took cheating to the extreme!

Then on Friday, I get the slip for the college counseling thing and they're summoning me out of Physics. Currently physics is confusing and I have to be in class to understand a bit, but no. :[ Why couldn't they take me out of Avid? My clients can survive without me for one day. They'll always have Wing as a tutor.

 I have realized something. The classes I switched and moved into earlier in the year, you know, the ones I was complaining about (English and AVID), have become the only classes I bother talking in. Funny thing is that Engish and Avid are not filled with the "smarter" students, shall I say. They're not filled with millionkazillion ap classes students. And they're not filled with Jenny.  I've gotten to the point that my bubble will burst if she does one more thing to annoy the hell out of me. She'll constantly kick/slap everyone's butt or body part, and when they tell her to stop, she won't and continue because she thinks it's funny. Hell, if I were the person she were doing that to, I'd snap and do something horrible. It's kind of like that one time at some assembly and she would keep sticking her toes under my butt and wiggle them around even when I told her to stop. I felt like chopping her toes off. :[ She doesn't even bother talking to me in class or much outside of class, but she'll talk to others. :/ What's worse is that I've grown annoyed by her laughter and that I cringe at the sound of it. I've even experienced a few headaches after hearing the laugh and I didn't have any medicine with me. So much for performing well in the rest of my classes for the day. And ho'gods. One time at lunch last week she went to the restroom and left her books with me. Then she never came back and left me book-sitting her crap for the entire lunch so she could go off flirting again or something.  If anything in the past three years in high school she should have picked up on, it should be that I don't like book sitting. Especially alone. Being spoiled for her entire life doesn't leave her happy when something doesn't go her way, such as having her driving privileges taken away until college apps are over. jeebus. What her mom did makes sense anyway. Being spoiled leaves her more along the lines of selfish. :[  :/ So whatever. I know it's cold, but I can't help but say it. Who cares if other people are reading, this is my journal and journals are supposed to be filled with crap anyway. MINUS 50 POINTS IN FRIENDSHIP :[

On a brighter note, I got to see a car pull into my driveway with cops behind it. They investigated the car for about an hour and then they towed the car away. :0 It was a stolen car. Oh the things I get to see from living on a busy street. I mean really busy. :D

And I haven't gotten to talk to Watermelon or Buddies much in days. Maybe that's the cause of my anger. I want my puppy now. >:0