Spring Break?! No way!

We've all waited long enough for Spring Break. The only bad thing about this Spring Break is that it's so early and even after Spring Break, we still have like 10 long weeks left, with only Memorial Day separating it or something. But oh well. What can I do right.

And to make the day before Spring Break even greater, I didn't have to take my econ test, which is great because I didn't finish studying :D Luckily the hot-back and his friend from Arkansas from when I was in 10th grade came back from Iraq and is alive and got to talk to my Honors class for the entire class period. :D <3 Not only did I learn more about the war in Iraq and laugh my butt off in the class, but I got to see the hotback and not take the test. How wonderful is that?

Surely other people today were not as ecstatic as I was because they were rejected from their dream colleges and were unhappy all day long, but I derno, it's spring break. Why let some snooty college make you sad. Maybe the key to surviving and being happy in High School is not to have high expectations. That's probably why I am perfectly content. Sometimes you just have to sweet-lemon it, ye know. ;0

So now. What now. I derno, but it's time to relaxxxxxx

Well today was sorta disappointing. I went to the Cherry Blossom Festival with Karen and her friends from El Sereno at the Rose Bowl expecting to see the entire place pink and filled with flowers and flower petals on the ground and everything ye know, but I guess I was wrong. We even got lost on the way there just to be let down by the festival. I cannot believe how many people we asked to find our way to the Rose Bowl. Luckily someone wrote directions out for us and my great sense of direction got us there. ;0 But whoever's idea it was to place the festival in some obscure place in the Rose Bowl is beyond me. We drove around in a few circles, asked some security people and found it. Then the last security person we were about to ask saw us and said, "Cherry Blossom Festival is over there." Like how on earth would she know that a car full of Asian teenagers were looking for the Cherry blossom festival? :0 Well of course, we're Asian.

Anywhooooo, we had a littleold man entertain us with his paper puzzles for a while. And later we had lunch. Our deal for lunch came with this nasty green japanese tea that had weird dark green stuff on the bottom. We have come to believe they blended a ton of grass and served it to us, but ye know, I felt healthy after drinking it.

But the festival was short lived. We took some dorky pictures and left to go to Cue! Studios where all of the trendy kids hang out to take sticky pictures. I'm glad I didn't run into any TC kids there considering how it has become a hangout spot, because it would've been too soon. SAFE! :D

Cutting your hair on impulse because it felt annoying is not a smart idea.

Ho'snap. Those commercials are true!

 

A few days ago I ran out of my pretty Dove shampoo so I began trying out other ones. L'Oreal was outlived. Thermasilk sucked a bunch because I didn't use heat to style my hair, as if I ever styled my hair. I mean, today I hopped out of bed, put my hoodie on, left the hood on, brushed my teeth, washed my face and ate breakfast. Not once did I do anything with my hair, but it's not like that mattered. My hair looked fine when I took the hood off later. Anywho, out of the few I've tried, I have concluded that L'Oreal Vive stings the eye most, :B, but that is besides the point.

Soooo, with all of my experimenting, I finally tried Herbal Essence's Citrus Lift and ohhhhhh my goshhh. I can see why that Pink lady had that dumb smile on her face while bouncing around on that commercial. That stuff smells hella (haha I'm a northie) good! I can't stop wafting my hair around so I can smell it. :'D I would make odd sounds in the shower like those girls in those other Herbal Essence commercials if it wouldn't feel odd coming out of my mouth, or was actually appropriate in my house. But jeebar. I never knew Pink Grapefruit smelled so good, or else I would've eaten it more often just to smell it. >.> The last I ever remember eating a pink grapefruit was with Edwin at his house and we were galloping around his living room. Maybe it was the grapefruit. I derno, but now it's time for a rainbow smiley.

At 1:02:03 (AM or PM, whateverr) today, 4/5/06, it was 123456.

 

Well I most certainly didn't realize that until the time passed :[

Now don't you feel stupid that you missed 123456 day and didn't celebrate its greatness? It only happens once a century ye know.

 

Anywhoo, Congratulations! You survived 123456 day (second)!

David Smith once said that when he talked to me online, he felt that he had to type correctly and use better English. Now don't be fooled by my typing. Just because I type with caps in the correct places, punctuate and write somewhat complete sentences does not mean I'm good in English. As a matter of fact, I'm a lousy writer and English student. So what do I get for sucking in English?

The Analytical Writing Placement Exam! Hoorah!

 

Yes, that's right. Because I never excelled in English, I never took AP English or any other English related test such as the SAT II for English. No way. I did, however, have to take the English portion of the SAT I, because well, I had to. And rest assured, I didn't score too well on it. I retook the SAT I because my score was so low that I bet only Riverside would've taken me. Yes I scored higher because I did hella better on my essay and math, but what about that other English stuff? Mmhm that's right! I didn't improve one bit. u_u My writing score improved by a bunch, but I was just under the minimum score. ;_; I guess I'm meant to suck in English.

What bums me out even more is that the test date is on the day I signed up to volunteer at the Renaissance faire to complete my CSL hours in order to graduate. I guess that's not happening! Thank goodness I signed up for an extra day.

Looket what my crappy english skills have gotten me into now. :[

UCSD's Admit Day. Hum what can I say. I woke up at 5:30 even though I had planned on waking up at 6. I derno whether I woke up because I was excited or something, or was simply cold. *shrug* But after I woke up, I couldn't fall back asleep in the car. What a shame. My mum did pack a ton of food in the car, as if we were going to Vegas or something. We passed by Disneyland and I derno, for some reason I wanted to ditch SD and go there instead. I guess not though. We ended up on some god awful freeway detour that took some while to get back on, and even after that, there was still a good hour and thirty minute drive. I don't know how watermelon manages to drive there so often and go allllll the way up north like that, because I would die sitting in the car. Maybe he manages to do it because he's not with his parents making a ton of racist jokes about how San Diego is filled with immigrants from Mexico.

Anywho, we found the campus just fine, but not Marshall college. Nosireee. SD is kon-fuseeee-inggggg. Asking for directions became second nature. Later on we found our way to the parking structure, but we didn't know how to get out onto Marshall. Brilliant. I thought we could walk to the corner to find an elevator because I had instructions to the place if we got to the top floor. But my mother insisted that it would be too far so we got lost in UCSD (I still don't know where we were) instead. So after asking for more directions and walking way more than we had to up and down hills and stairs, we found it. Hoorah!

So what about Thurgood Marshall college? Well, I can't say much about it since well, I barely got to see it. >:0 My mum was rushing around like a madwoman, though I don't know why. She rushed on over to the housing tours right after the people let us out of whereever we were, even if she didn't know where it was. I had an idea of where to go, but my mom never believes what I say. She waited in line to ask a helper the exact same question ever other person was asking, 'Where are the housing tours?' And each time, the helper gave the same directions. I don't see why we couldn't have just eavesdropped a bit and followed the same directions, but my mum insisted on asking for the same directions. I derno about you, but I find that kind of annoying. Well on the way to the tours, we could've strolled by their 26th annual cultural celebration, but no. We zoomed straight by until we saw an extremely long line. My mum, being her little inconspicuous self managed to plop her little body near the front of the line, probably cutting over 100 people in line. And once our tour was over, she rushed us on out of the campus. I couldn't even get to explore to see more if I wanted to, even perhaps finding out what the front of the school looked like. I wanted to take a bazillion pictures of the campus to show Karen and buddies, but I was so rushed that I couldn't.

It was still early and such so I suggested wandering around San Diego since I mean, how often are we down there? But no. My mum wanted to go home. :[

We stopped by McDonalds to get some food since apparently we had eaten everything. (This is exactly how I am going to have a freshman 30) My mum wanted to know if I wanted any snack but no since a sundae would melt because of the chocolate. My mum, being the person she is bought the sundae anyway. The only thing about it was that there was no chocolate! That woman never ceases to surprise me.

So have I decided where I want to go?

I derno really. For some reason, I feel extremely dumb at SD. >.> I'd probably feel the same way at Irvine though. ho hum

I become 17 and a half in a few days meaning I can take the permit test. Yay? I don't really know, but my mom's making me.

Tony has three DMV tests. He wanted to give 'em to his friend, but he gave me two because I'm his cousin.  

It's nice having priority.

The time change really has me in a fix. I'm so used to doing my homework around 5-ish when it starts to get dark, ye know because who has anything to do at night with no transportation anyway? That way I would finish all of my homework and have time for other things. It was the perfect setup.

 

But nowww. Oh geez I swear it doesn't start to get dark until like 7:30 or 8. I'd rather spend my daylight doing nothing since it's not homework time yet. I can do stupid things such as blog without turning the little light on since there is sunlight. *______*

It really is cutting into my homework time though.  It has already been two weeks since the time change and I'm still slacking off and I swear it can't be senioritis. I'm a good girl and don't catch diseases like that. :0 So I derno how this light and time problem is going to work. :[

Well today must be my lucky day. :B

I'm supposed to make one of the biggest decisions in my life in the matter of a few days: Where to go to college. And yet, I have no idea how to approach this. Picking a college was not supposed to be hard. I had a set mind that I wouldn't get into any of the colleges besides Riverside and Irvine, and I would go to Irvine because who the hell wants to go to Riverside with the earthquakes anyway. I wasn't supposed to get into San Diego. Hell, I never even considered it since I thought it would never accept me. But now that it did, SD is always a great option and well, I just don't know where to go.

Why am I so indecisive anyway? If I can't make simple decisions like what to eat for dinner, then how am I supposed to make this decision? ;_;

And seriously, my psych book says this kind of decision is supposed to be the easiest and least stressful. Approach-approach because both options are good. Seriously. Both Irvine and SD are both great schools, but why the hell can't I pick. :[ If approach-approach is this stressful, then I can't imagineee how stressful other decision making problems are. :[

 

There's something in me telling me to go to San Diego, but if I am to think of the pros and cons of each school, I think Irvine would win because it seems easier >.>.

FUCK.

I wish a decision-making fairy would come sprinkle its little dust on me while I sleep tonight to help me decide where I will survive and be most happy for the next four or five years of my life.

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Oh yeah. Did I mention, I finally decided to get my driver's permit? I got to butt in front of everyone in line today at the West Covina DMV because I already wasted 2 hours of my life on Friday at my DMV getting everything ready. The testing was closed already by the time they got to me though, so that's how I was able to cut. :D Geez saying cutting in line is fun. How elementary.

Anyhow, I made a fool out of myself inside as I waited to get my written test simply because in the small designated area for this testing, I managed to end up in the wrong spot/direction, or going in the wrong direction at least five times. I think the man telling me where I was to go was worried about me driving since I got lost in I derno, a 98 square foot area.

Yeah, but I went out to practice today. I must say, I'm pro at turning left. An idiot at turning right. And a complete loser with parking/rearing. I did get to drive home though. Hoorah for me. :]

You all should be proud.

Oh Wing.

Every time I think of her I get that awful, annoying Teddy Geiger song in my head. It's such a corny song. It even sounds like someone really young wrote it, too. And I swear, I can just vision his pointy face and mouth as he sings that "I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have, for you I will" part.

It's horrible.

 

And you know, I hate myself even more for playing it on my media player at this moment. I'm even tempted to save it, but I hate the song so much. Why am I doing this?

 

 

 

forgive me if I st-studder

I LOST MY BET TWICE. HOW THE HELL DOES THIS HAPPEN?!?!?!?!?!

WATERMELON I HATE YOU. I AM NOT WRITING 4 LETTERS. IT'S PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE.

 

I AM A BITTER OLD HAG.

I don't think people realize how hard it is for me.

Mom gets mad at me for submitting SIR so late. Whatev, right

Kervin asks me to Prom and I freak and scream no.

Then I avoid him because I was too embarrassed and scared.

Phillip Tan asks me to prom and I get stuck into saying yes.

I get Matt McCanless to get me out of it because I just couldn't go through with it. It's too hard.

I am the meanest person in the world.

Plus I hurt Kervin.

I hate myself.

 

And to top it off, my mom is PO'd at me. Fuck this.

Sooooooooooooo

As I was sitting with Karen in Burger King after a bit of giftshopping, I just realized.

I'm going to San Diego.

haaahahaa :/

 

 

Boy, the school year is ending quickly.

That was unexpected. :D I came home with the intentions of I derno, watching tv while attempting to do my physics homework or something, buttttttttttt,

 PHUONG CAME OVER.

Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

We painted each other's nails. :D He made mine all pretty since he got himself a manicure license. rawful

 :DDD

Okay picture timeee

Karen sloppily painting Phuong's nails even though I'm better. :0 He's so relaxxxxed though.


Phuong's super girly nails that I painted. :D


Phuong's glitter exploded toe. :D





My fingersssssss :DD:D:D:DD

Last Saturday, I had to switch cell phones because the color on my cute little one was so bad, that the only colors showing (red, white and yellow) were pulsating. If you wanted to text a message [as if I could anyway], well you couldn't. You couldn't read the text! haahaa.

So I resorted to the manly looking, extremely wide, black razr that no one was using. It was pretty fancy with its cool buttons and everything, even though I couldn't quite figure out all of its functions since the handbook is too long. I also was a major fan of how great its battery was, unlike my little one whose battery would die out after two days of not using it. But either way, I still loved my little one, because well, it was little and could actually fit into the palm of my hand.

Anywho, my daddy let his friend take a look at my phone and discovered that the color card chip thing or whatever was messed up and he fixed it. After you could see the color again, he asked, "Is this a child's phone?"

 

Okay okayyy.

So what if the wallpaper of my phone was of Bear? I can't help that he's so cute.

A picture of bear beats any other wallpaper, anyday. :0

 

He also asked how old my phone was because it was in such great condition. He wouldn't believe that it was four years old. Psh. I'm a girl who never uses her cell. Of course my phone would be in great condition.

 

 

So the moral of this story is: People should call Jennifer more. :D