The other day watermelon was talking to me about a Jamba Juice flavor from an unofficial menu called Orgasm in a Blender. As if I would've known since I've only been to Jamba Juice two times in my life. Weeell, I told Karen about the flavor, and she obviously told Fernando. They tried it a Jamba Juice near his house and said it was the best one they've had and that I should order it.

Well today was my chance. Jenny wanted to get a salad from Pavillions and the Pavillions opened up a new Jamba Juice not too long ago. I figured they didn't know the recipe, but Jenny wanted to see me order it and so I did.

Server guy: Hi, can I help you?

Me: Hi. I'm not sure whether you know of this flavor, but it's nicknamed 'Orgasm in a blender". Do you know it?

Server guy: What? Orgasm hender what? Can you say that name again?

[by this time he was laughing his butt off]

Me: Oh, it's okay. I guess you don't know it.

Server guy: Really though. I want you to say the name again.

Me: Okay  . . it's called Orgasm in a Blender.

Server guy: Are you for real? Where did you hear of this?

Me: My friend. o_o; I looked it up and other people have heard of it.

Server guy: I have never heard of that before. Wow. {Asking the man behind me) Have you ever heard of the flavor?

Man: No. Never in my life.

Me: It's a white gummy bear flavor. I know of another store that knows how to make it. It's okay. I have to go get my lunch.

 

And so I left to get my lunch with Jenny laughing at what an idiot I made of myself. Obviously a fairly new store wouldn't know, but it was worth a shot since watermelon, Karen and Fernando all said it was good. *shrug*

As I left the store, the other worker guy at Jamba Juice asked what was in the recipe since they're all curious. Tch, as if I knew. All I remembered Karen saying was white gummybear. Well at least I did something good today. I made two guys think of something.

Diet Sierra Mist

Lemon Juice

A few drops of honey

 

do NOT make a good mix.

I don't think it helped my throat one bit. ;_;

Pretty much everyday after school, I put my music on and walk home alone.

Today was different.

Karen walked home with me. We shared my moosic and talked. I miss walking home with Karen. She needs to go back to TC. :[

Besides, she offers to carry books for me. :]

I stepped foot onto the bad side.

Ms. Utting had a dentist appointment so she couldn't come teach us new stuff at Salsa Club today. We were going to take yearbook photos, too. Since we were taking pictures, pretty much half of the club who never bothered showing up before showed up. Shocking. What yearbook photo whores. Anywayyy, since half of the group had absolutely no idea what was going on, the few people who did stay took it upon their liberty to teach the rest.

We danced a bit. We taught for the majority of the time. We wanted to dance as a group more, and even though Bradley tried getting everyone together, they were all too rowdy to listen. Personally though, I think Bradley should be club president. He's more into Salsa than anyone else.

After that failure and noting that no one even noticed whether I was there or not, I left without telling anyone. :]

Rebel rebel rebel. I honestly believe that no one recognized that I left, though, so ye know what, whatever yo. And if Jenny goes on tomorrow about how I 'ditched' Salsa, I'm for sure going to get angry since she always leaves. Some VP. >:0

 

On the bright side, My Angry Little Kim messenger bag finally arrived today. I'll flaunt my attitude with it. 'sometimes i get so angry'

Gosh it's perfect. :D

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As I was walking home from school today, some girl deliberately ran her bike handle steering thing into my arm.

Now it's bruised.

I should've knocked her down while I had the chance. :x

I always get a kick out of rating teenage drivers and whose car is safe to ride in or not. Well I can add another one to my list. :]

While talking on the phone with my spanish phone-buddy for the day, Justin spontaneously asked me if I'd like to go out to Oldtown Pas with him to look for a present for his friend's birthday. After not seeing him since July 4th, I mean, why not, right? :D So I did. He even opened the car door for me. :0 I never did thank him for stealing me out that night. >.<

I told Karen about it and now she's oogling saying, "ooh Jennifer went on a dateee," even though I told her about Justin's current emotional state and that he liked someone else. I derno what'll make her stop, but oh well.

And as for his driving. He and his car get an A in my book. :]

 

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Oh yeah, in Psychology, we got to switch names for the rest of the year, unless I want my real name--I have to switch back on Monday or else I'm stuck with the name for the rest of the year. There were some pretty silly ones, but I chose Elesen since buddies called me that so much that some people thought it was my real name.

So here's the big question. Should I switch back? :0

u_u

The back house was broken into yet again. The first time when Howard was living there, and this time when some ot her nephews were living there. Howard was kicked out the first time their house was robbed.

You've got to wonder. Maybe it's the extra visitors causing all of this. Derno. Cus honestly, I was sitting in my room working on my econ homework with my windows wide open. You would have thought I saw something. My guess is they jumped through the back, which is probably the smartest thing the theives did since they stole stupid things like video games and not the chinese new year red envelopes.

 What losers.

Valentine's Day.

VD

Give your loved one something they'll never forget.

 

As for my Valentine's Day. I derno.
I listened and sang to the absoulte worst song in the world. Con los Anos que me Quedan by Gloria and Emilio Estefan. But yeah.

This was enough to make me happy.

 

Sooo, happy valentine's day. Go catch a STD.

I am a horrible person.

I don't know why, but I find the story of the stolen prostethic legs absolutely hilarious. This is the second time people broke into her house and stole her legs.
Yes, it's a terrible thing that her legs got stolen, but why? Wouldn't it seem odd if you went to a person's house and lying on the walls were two fake legs? I'd find it creepy, but just the thought of it makes me laugh. What's even worse is that she lives in TC. And even if my city has dumb crimes, I still laugh.

I should stop laughing at the story. Something bad will probably happen to me if I continue. Maybe I'm just high on the thought of my 4 day weekend, or the story is just funny. Who knows. I should go back to my work now.

There are times when I get surprised, but today I was in for one of the biggest surprises of my life. Sure I'm exaggerating, but boy, I was so flabbergasted that not only did my heart skip a beat, but I ended up laughing like a hyena with a small group at this sudden surprise.


For the past two years of my life, I have been visted numerous times by the FIDM lady. At least twice a school year, sadly. And it always gets to me that here is this woman lecturing to me and my classmates about fashion when she simply cannot dress herself. Her clothes don't match. The colors are an eyesore. Her shoes don't match. And boy, don't get me started about her alligator purse. She must be the biggest running joke. Sure the teachers love her. She's nice, but still. Her presentations are boring and her attitude drives everyone nuts.

Anyway, yesterday Mr. Kerr announced that we were going to have a guest speaker. The first thing that comes to our heads is, "Oh no! FIDM lady!", and boy, were we right. Corinne, my tease-buddy since she dislikes the FIDM lady as much as I do brought a camera to take a picture of her to show her mom how how badly dressed this woman is to prove that she is just not being mean. Yeah well, we walked into the room and started giggling since we saw the television with the words FIDM plastered on the screen.

While talking during silent reading since Mr. Kerr wasn't here to shut us up, I turned my head to the door as I heard it open and by gosh, A WELL DRESSED MAN walked in.
I don't think I've heard a group gasp as loud as I heard today, one of the loudest being mine since I was already high off of sweets (Four day weekend ye know. You must celebrate and go wild).
Calming down was incredibly difficult. The room was extremely warm due to the heaters since it's freezing outside, but sometimes calming incredible laughter needs cold air.



So what good came out of this?
The well dressed FIDM man (although FIDM lady has a better ring to it), was hilarious and the presentation was entertaining as well. I can't say that I learned much from it, but it beats listening to the FIDM lady.
And what was I thinking during this presentation?
I simply sat there trying to remember the FIDM lady's name. u_u

I must say though, that was an interesting period.

I secretly believe that my dad wants me to write his checks because he can't spell numbers. :x
And possibly because my penmanship is better, but the number spelling mostly.



Oh. And because of physics, each time I get shocked, the only thing I can think about is who or what the ions decided to jump off from. u_u
Thank you Mr. Slattery.

Hey Ferny, do you know what?
Sometimes I get so angry.

I know a secret. :D

The prom site must be one of the biggest held secrets among those actually planning the shindig. I still remember Mr. Schendel trying to pressure it out of George Ratkovitch because he accidentally found out.

Now I know and I'm not telling. :]
There's just something extremely gratifying for being one of the few, as of now at least, to know this. It actually sounds pretty. Doesn't mean I'll go though. (:

Filling out the FAFSA form is one of the worst things you have to do in life, especially if you're filling the tedious form out with my mom. It's like every question regarding how much money we have, she looks to me for the answer. Like what the hell I don't manage the money. I don't work. I don't have a bank account. You tell me mother.

Oh, so maybe we have too much money. Yeah. Sure. Go move all the money into some strange account so we'd look fairly poor. That'll take a few days. Ms. Sciarrotta said we should submit the form in early because this is like a first come first serve thing. Good way to waste time mom.

Oh, do you need a PIN? No you don't mom, but it's risky if you don't since you'd have to send your signature in through the mail. Oh, you don't want to get a PIN? Fine.
Oh what? Now you want a PIN? Fine. It'll take maybe two days for you to get it. Oh my gosh surprise mom? I told you it took time before. Don't get mad at me now. You still want one? Fine. What's your SSN? Oh, you don't want the PIN. You want my dad to get the PIN. Fine, just give me someone's friggen SSN. Okay Dad. What's your birthday. You guys keep changing years on me.

Dad: You don't know my birthday?

Yeah so what if I don't know the year to your birthday. u_u

Okay fine now. I need an email address. Oh. You don't have one. Great. Can we use mine? No damnit, I already used mine. Can't we create the PIN for mommy then? No, of course not. Her email address is a government one. Fine, Create one. What name do you want to use? Oh, you don't know? Make one up damnit. You don't know again? Fine. Let's use your name. Say what, someone took your name. Fine let's add the year to it. What? Someone took that too?
Then the mom intervenes. What? You can't use his name. Fine. I'll remove the last part of it. Happy?

So I sent a request for my dad's PIN.

Mom: Did you submit your fasfa (since she doesn't know how to spell it)?

Me: No of course not. I don't have the PIN yet because you didn't want one.

Mom: But you just sent in the form for the PIN.

Me: It takes maybe two days to get it.

Mom: What?! Why didn't you send it in?





u_____u

And if filling out the FAFSA form isn't bad enough, my mom believed that to apply for a Cal Grant, there are three forms and that I supposedly can't read the Cal Grant site, even though it specifically listed out two measly steps with two forms to be filled out.
Of course she wouldn't believe me when I tell her there are two forms and I have everything. I have to get my cousin to tell her.

This is not a happy time in my life.

So today I got to go to Johnny's birfday bowling partee and I must say, I am extremely glad I got Tiffany to come with me, because there were like no girls there.

Anywhooo, so it was my first time bowling. Out of however many times I got to throw the ball, I got twoooooo strikes. Go me, right? Sure why not. I do remember in that Alley Cats Strike the highest score was in the 300s I guess. I don't really know. But my highest score, believe it or not was 33. :D

Yeah, I got lucky with the strikes.

 

Then I went to the geekiest place where guys waste their lives and eyesight away. Dreamlab. And what was I, the only girl, doing there? I was taught how to play CounterStrike. After getting shot maybe over 100 times, I killed 4 people.

Again, go me. I'm a natural at these games.

Two birfday partees in two days. Wow, I must be popular or something. Just kidding. Johnny and Peeter both have the same birthdays so of course their birthday party dates would end up like this.

Now while Johnny had a more hip-teenage 18th birfday partee, Peeter had a kiddy 21st birfday partee, and do you know where?

SHAKEY'S PIZZA PARLOR.

WOOHOO! Videogames! Driving video games! Oh my gosh. We can win tickets and trade them in for prizes!

What a way to celebrate a 21st birthday party. Seriously. I thought you were supposed to go get drunk off your butt when you turn twenty one.

But if Peeter did that, he wouldn't get to invite his favoritest cousin, me. :D And of course his super quiet but extremely nice friend John. Apparently, more people came than were invited (Because who knew who those little kids were anyway!), so Peeter, Tony, Karen and I with John on the side sat on the table that rocks! No seriously, the table rocked. Plus, it was right in front of the restrooms. :D Boy that was fun.

The partee was short-lived since everyone left after we ate, but it was still a nice reunion, somewhat, considering half of the family didn't come.   It's okay though, I had to do homework anyway. Speaking of which, I still have to write my spanish essay with a crappy topic. If it were any better, I swear I would've finished it by now. u_u