It's Halloween. Happy Halloween folks.

So did I dress up? Nope. Never have in all of my life because I'm lame like that and my mum doesn't support Halloween. It has been years since we've turned our lights off at six so no trick-or-treaters would come, but seeing that I do live on a busy street, no one would come anyway. It's not like they can break through my gate. But why break through or jump my gates when you can crawl under them?! That's right. There are people who dig holes in the dirt portion and lift the gate so a smaller person, perhaps a child, can crawl under and pick our dragonfruit. We see our fences bent. We see the holes. We see the plant you knocked over. >:0 Trespassing and damaging private property is not cool mans! We've always wondered when this act happened, but now we found out that the people are doing this nice and early in the morning or later late late at night. If anything, my guess is that a cheepo mom was walking with her child when she sees the fruit and say, "Homygods, son, help me dig this dirt. I will bend over and lift the fence and you crawl under and pick five of those big pink things. Don't get pricked though," and the child will obey. :| And of course when the fruit get stolen, my parents get pissy because that stuff is expensive. I don't like it when my parents are pissy in the morning either. :[ We should videotape this act. :[We need a dog to sic'em, at least a Beware of Dog sign to scare the kid away.

Anyway, Karen dressed up though. She wore those black wings she bought for me on my birfday that I didn't want because I honestly had no use for them. I think she bought 'em so she could wear them herself anywho. :0

Bradley dressed up as Robin Hood. Typical >.> He has nice legs though. :0 I don't think many other guys could pass off as a good Robin Hood. Other costumes were interesting though, like Darren's banana.

All of the counselors and those in the counseling office were dressed up somehow, many were wearing boingy headbands they made themselves. They were cute though :D Then as I was in for my one-on-one counseling session with Mrs Sciarrotta because no one else showed up (Lucky me, right?), I turned around only to see a giant vader standing in front of the door. Scared the lights out of me. xD

 

Something less Halloween related. There's this guy in avid who on occasion asks me for help in Pre-Cal. I keep screwing up or having weird shortcuts and I think I'm frustrating the hell out of him. I can almost hear him squeaking and stomping his foot when asking me questions. xD I don't mean to get him so frustrated, but jeebus, I thought my explanations of the shortcuts that will most definately help him in future math classes were good. :[

At 5:50 something today, Karen and I realized our mum wasn't home yet. Thinking something happened, I finally took out my cellphone to see if she called or something. When I flipped the phone open, surprise!

You have 6 missed calls!

*________* None were my mum of course, but jeebar. Six.

I must be so used to not receiving any phone calls that I don't even bother opening the phone to check for calls. And when I do, I get six missed calls. [This is a rare day, might I add.] It's almost pathetic. I need more phone calls. Situations like this wouldn't happen again if I did. :0

And of the six calls, three were from some strange number with an 808 area code. Now where is that? Just because I didn't know, I looked it up and it's from Hawaii. What the hell :[ Two were from my dad and one was from my area. I still don't know who the person is, but frankly, I don't seem to care very much. :[ It's the person's fault if he doesn't leave a message. :B

 

Anywho, I think I've been hit by the lazy bug. I drop my paper on the floor? Okay. That'll be 10 minutes. I can't find my pencil? I'll walk around to find it. Slowly. I have something more interesting to say? Okay. That'll be another 20 minutes. Homework just isn't interesting anymore.

Karen finally got the pictures from her camera developed. What's great is that there's a picture of Bear (Yes his name is Bear. My other stuffed animals have cooler names) in there. Now for every guy who doesn't know how to get presents for a girl, a stuffed dog or bear is not the answer. :B No one should ever buy another stuffed animal unless it is as cute as Bear, which would be difficult to find because Bear is the cutest little stuffed bear in the world. Even with is dopey red nose and green tie. So what does my cute little Bear look like?

:0 The color sucks, but oh well. Bear still has his cute little balloon head and if you chopped off the rest of his body and tied a string to his head, I bet his head would fly away. I'm surely not going to try that though.

Oh and by the by, I do know what a saw is. :[

So allow me to explain and save my sorry butt from looking like a complete idiot.

In Psychology. . .

Mr. McCreadie: Jenny, what's the similarity between a hammer and a saw?

Jenny: [Puzzled face] What's a saw?

Class: [Stare] What? Are you serious?

Jenny: What? I know what it is. I don't know what it's for.

Class: [All laugh]

Mr. McCreadie: You want to go to Standford and you don't know what a saw is?

....

Mr. McCreadie: Okay Jenny, what's the similiarity between an hour and a week?

Jenny: [Quiet]

Mr. McCreadie: PhunPan, do you know?

Me: What?

Mr. McCreadie: What's the similarity between an hour and a week?

Me: What do you want? Do you want the conversion? I can give you that.

Class: [All laugh]

 

I honestly don't know why everyone started to laugh at my part. I know they're both time measurements, but what's so wrong with giving a number?

Throughout the rest of the day, I've been getting questions from people asking about those similarities, as if they're to make fun of me. Apparently the story Mr. McCreadie told to the rest of his Psych classes made it seem as if I didn't know what a saw was either. :[ >:0 I'm not that dense, kay?~

There is one great factor in getting groupwork to actually work, and that is trust.

Ye see, my spanish group planned on working on the project on Sunday afternoon. I was fine with that. I devoted Sunday to finishing up the poster and to practice the lines with my group, but apparently, that couldn't happen. At first, Dina said she would tour USC on Sunday morning and would definately be back home at 4 to work. I was fine with that. But then she calls and says that she isn't touring today and that we could still work at four. Okay, right?

No! >:0 She calls and then says that she can't make it at four because of family reason. If that isn't it, she'll call back again and say that oh, she has a mandatory meeting for Key Club's Fall Rally crap. If she really had that meeting, then she could have told us about it so we could schedule our group meeting at a different time. And if she didn't have to tour SC today in the morning, why couldn't we have met then? God.

Jenny comes over for an hour or so to help me on the poster, but instead of actually doing much of anything, she'll talk to Karen and sit on the floor and slowly color parts of the poster that doesn't require shading, which isn't much I might add because Dali is a great artist and shaded/mixed colors on everything. And ye know, Jenny messed those parts up, too. :[

I always thought that blinds were enough to block the outside world from looking into my house. I mean, why else are they called blinds?

Well today, my dad decides that the outside world can't handle the insides of my house and that our stuff is too valuable (tch like whatev). So he did something stupid. He rummages through a ton of old cloth and finds this one giant ugly old gray one and clips it up over the blinds to block complete outside view. Now everytime I'm sitting in the living room and turn my head to the kitchen, I see a giant gray piece of cloth clipped up to the window. And ye know, I don't feel more rich--like the stuff in my house is actually worth anything. I actually feel like I'm living in the slums without any money or windows so I'd have to use cloth as a window. u_u I really do wonder what this sudden inspiration to cover the windows is, because what we previously had was enough. :[

This cloth, I might add is in my kitchen. So what do we do in kitchens?

Cook.

Good. And with cooking comes dirty greasy air. I bet with time that piece of cloth will become extremely sticky and smelly to the point that the smell won't go away. :[

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First impressions are always great. Seconds can make it worse. From the beginning of the schoolyear until now, Mrs. Marquardt always saw me as the quiet small girl in the back of the room. Yeah. Today we got to do book reports and the book I chose was a bit disfunctional with sex and rape throughout. Now Mrs. Marquardt thinks I'm a sex addict. :[ She says I should get books approved next time and asks if what I'm reading now is as messed up and filled with rape like the previous book. And oh guess what. It is. Who would have known that a book titled "Child of God" would have so much sex and incest anyway. :[ You can't blame me, but Mrs. Marquardt did. u_u how ghey

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I must be one unlucky girl as well. I like to pretend that you could transfer luck through the patting/rubbing of the head of a lucky person. Little Allen rubs my head everyday to mess my hair up, and well, it bit him in the ass. I never was a very lucky person, but Allen messed my hair up anyway. Today when I was cramming for my Gov't test, Allen came over to rub my head again, but I paid no attention to  him. Later on in the day, he gets into trouble. :0

boomshakalaka

In Psych, we took two widely used intelligence tests. On the first one, I didn't have any dominant intelligences.  The second one said I was Interpersonal. gigglesnort. If anything, I'm the exact opposite. And from both tests, my results didn't correspond at all. Sure the test is as accurate as you are honest, but I was honest. Boy do I feel messed up. :[   

Finally. Someone who shares the same visions.

MisterRChen: do you remember jason!??
MisterRChen: from elac!?
JnnCut: Yush
MisterRChen: my friend knows him!
MisterRChen: he has a myspace
JnnCut: hosnap
MisterRChen: funnnnnnnstuff
JnnCut: How ugly is he now?
MisterRChen: pretty ugly
JnnCut:  x_x Your poor eyes.
MisterRChen: not much smarter either
MisterRChen: how do you get a 520 on chem
MisterRChen: lol
MisterRChen: he never was the testtaker
JnnCut: Maybe he slammed his pencil down too hard and the proctor took his test away.
MisterRChen: AHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA
JnnCut: It could happennnn
JnnCut: Do I get to see his myspace?
JnnCut: Show meeee
MisterRChen:http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=9520099&Mytoken=22f11911-70bf-49bf-8c2b-8b1a0f8fca9b
JnnCut: ahhhhhhhhhh
MisterRChen: lol
JnnCut: crap he ugly
JnnCut: uglyy
JnnCut: Why do people say that he looks good?
MisterRChen: cuz they're retarded!
JnnCut: :[
MisterRChen: dude, i jsut don;t get it!
JnnCut: They need glasses like you. :D
MisterRChen: he has the fob look lol
MisterRChen: LOL
JnnCut: Fobs wear orangeee
MisterRChen: - ___ -
JnnCut: :D
MisterRChen: do you ever stop and think if we're just mean?
MisterRChen: i don't. >=D
JnnCut: Never!

 

:D Okay so I'm mean, but this side of me only comes out when talking about that guy Jason. I never did like him.

My three day weekend was too short. As a recap, I did absolutely nothing besides sit my butt down in front of the TV to watch their movie/show marathons. I swear, the stations create the worst lineups where movies I would want to watch more interefere with each other's schedule. I bet that was the station head's evil plan anyway. It's okay, I got to watch shows/ movies between commercials. :D

 

My mum was at the casino all day because my aunt dragged her there. I didn't think luck two days in a row would happen, and I was right. My mum lost. Luckily it's not a lot because she doesn't play big. If it makes it any better, the pizza Karen and I bought for dinner was discounted a dollar because Ricky from Salsa club was the cashier guy. :0 Don't we feel lucky. I think the guy standing behind us in line got annoyed because Karen, Ricky and I kept talking. Oh wells. (:

 

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Oh yeah. For spanish homework, we had to listen to a spanish tape/disc thing and write about it. I was afeared that Ms. Utting would bite my head off if I borrowed one of her tapes because I asked for an explanation of the homework on the last day and she gave me one of her "I already told your class about the assingment earlier in the week" faces. My mum got her friend to lend me a disc so all was good. What also happened was that her friend also lent me an old issue of Latina magazine where random spanish words would be used. And in that magazine, I learned just how slutty little girls are nowadays. In the advice section, this girl asks,

I am thirteen years old and still a virgin. I want to lose it to my sister's boyfriend's brother. What should I do?

*_______* I was dumbfounded. Karen's sociology book said that over 50% of teenagers have lost their virginity by age 16, but damn, I didn't really think it was true. This proved me wrong. What was funny was that the occassional burst of spanish words was used in this column, too. :0

Yesterday after coming back from the market with food for lunch, I saw this fat yet cute cat walk through the hallway part of my yard. Being my nosey self, I wanted to see the cat's face so I chased after it, but I scared it away and it jumped across my fence. That was okay anyway. I don't want cat poop in my backyard.

Before dinner while I was doing my homework, I heard this cat meow so sadly. I instantly thought of the cute cat I chased away yesterday. In the kitchen, Karen and I heard the cat meow more and felt even more sorry for it because it sounded so sad. We listened more closely and heard that there were two cats and I thought my cute cat was getting beat up in a catfight.

Once my mum got off the phone with my dad, I asked her about the cat and she replied, "They're makin' love."

I honestly thought my mum was kidding, but the thought of cats doing it while I was eating dinner was interfering with my actual digestion. I let the cats meow more, but then the yelping got unbearable and I walked to my room window to shut off the sound. What was even worse was that when I got to the window, the cat instantly meows its loudest meow. Right by my ear. ew cat orgy

I swear, I'm not helping the future kittens. :[

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oyah. Buddies and I were on megan's law looking at sex offenders in our areas, and ye know what I noticed? They're all ugly. There are some pretty crazy guys out there and the crazier the guys are, the uglier they get. *____*

It's that time of the year again. Canned food drive--yay.

I went to the market and bought a bunch of cans just for this occasion, and I might add, they aren't light. >:0 My arms are a bit sore after lugging them home. I didn't even intend on buying enough cans to hurt my arm, but after that brainfart on my physics test, I decided to take up on Mr. Slattery's offer on extra credit for cans.

I have no shame. D;

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On a brighter note, I heard that my cousin Tony is finally going to a school dance. I don't know if he's going with a girl or not, but still. He still took a bigger step in high school than his lameo brother Peter who has yet to like a girl.

Anywho, I feel sickish--like my stomach is full of air. It's that feeling you feel before you actually vomit. So now I'm trying to chug a 7-up down so I could burp and get the air-ish feelingo out of my system. It's not working yet though. My stomach just feels full of water. :[

When it's time for the canned food drive, everyone knows that Mr. Kidd and Mr. Schendel are going to compete. Since Schendel doesn't have a 5th period, he asked ASB if 4th period (my hgovt class) could, and well hey, we could. :D Mr. Schendel decided to fight the same way Mr. Kidd does and decided to drop our lowest test score if we won. My crazy gov't class started up a class money collection for these cans and other packaged goods. Then Wen decides to do a neighborhood run and bum cans off of the elderly. The guy makes flyers and passes them through houses with maybe a few other students, and the day before ASB can collection day, he and a few others drive/walk around town in the hot sun to pick up the cans.

Being a bit on the pessimistic side, I thought that we weren't going to win so I donated 3 of my cans to my actual 5th period, Mrs. Marquardt.

Can collection day: My class brings wagons and other moving devices out to transport all of the cans to the classroom. After all of the cans were loaded down, we heard of the hilarious troubles the can buyers with the collected monies went through. My class didn't even bother reviewing for the test during silent reading because we seemed so determined that we'd win with 1475 cans/goods. A lot of my class members didn't even bother studying because they were collecting cansso sure we were going to win.

ASB counted the cans, and guess what? Mr. Kidd 1478, Mr. Schendel 1475. My class lost by 3 cans.

Now if only I hadn't been so pessimistic. I bet others will smack themselves on the head for not being a bit more generous. Sure ASB still declared it a tie, but my class still lost.

 

On another note, I heard that a lot of people blew off studying for the spanish quiz, govt test, or their homework to watch the midnight airing of Harry Potter. Now I am most certainly glad that I never was a Harry Potter fan, elsewise I'd blow off my studying just to sit, pout and mope around being jealous of the other students. But yes, I am beyond that. B)

My mum sure knows how to ruin my fun. I know she does it out of the love of her heart, but sometimes I wonder.

Every two years directly after school ends (no literally, on the same day), I would get dragged to Kaiser Permanente for a physical checkup. I understand that my mum doesn't want me to be physically ill in some way shape or form, but could she seriously pick a better day for a physical?

Ever since my dad was told that he had really x 3 high cholesterol, my mum has been pushing for me to go for a physical. Knowing what is to come, I kept saying no. Well today, my mum told me out. She said, "Hey Jennifer, you I scheduled a physical exam for you on December 23."

Shock. Scream. Growl.

After hearing that, I instantly felt unhealthy. I have the sudden urge to stop eating crap and to exercise. Okay not really, but it would be nice if that actually happened and I suddenly became healthy.

But I know what is to come at the physical exam. I'm going to get that weird skin test where they inject this bubble into my arm and I would have to go back to see if I have some sort of skin disease. Then I would get two shots. Maybe one if the nurse feels sorry and pities me. For sure I'm going to get the second half of that extremely painful one that I ended up in tears the last time because it hurt so damned much. But if I am to get two shots, both of my arms would be paralyzed and I couldn't put too much pressure on it. And after those shots, I am pretty much positive that I'll be taking a blood test. Hip hip hooray? I think not. The last time I had to give blood was a long time ago when I was still small and three giant men had to hold me down. Yes so I'll be weak after taking all of those bottles of blood because Kaiser is greedy and takes too much blood, and of course my arms will be crippled for Christmas. (As if I celebrate Christmas at home much anyway) So much for becoming a child laborer at the Rose Parade this year. >:[

 

Oh yeahhh. Yesterday I was doing a bit of my UC apps with my mum, she found out that you had to pay for each individual application, even if it's the same one. Chyeah. Now she only wants me to apply to two UC's because she doesn't want to pay for the application fee. My education sure feels cheap now. What if I get rejected by both, yo. u_u Hopefully that talk my mum had on the phone with Tony changed her mind a bit. I got to get some info about apps from Tony anywho. Pity my mum was sitting two feet away from me at the time with another phone on speaker listening to everything he and I were saying, otherwise I would've gone off on a tangent and asked how his first dance was. :[ I'll bug him about it over the holidays.

Finally after the world has its fun with its own digital camera, my family gets one. :B

 

Thank goodness for big sales, elsewise my family wouldn't have anything.

Lag was gone.

I finished my UC apps.

I did no homework, but I'm done with apps.

Boy am I relieved.