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Friday, August 11th, 2006
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HALLO, POPPETS
whenever i check lj friends, i'm amazed at how much people have to say and how little i understand of what they're saying.
where do all the words come from?
like reading jessi's entries...she could say 'i ate a banana for breakfast' and make it sound interesting. or tina's...way over my head. i can only hope i'm not the source of her rants. and meesh? i assume they're all about house/wilson/gay people/ things like that - and i only see her entries if my old computer manages to load the links without freezing. thika's are, well, thika-ish. i think i understand marias.
then there's the entries from people i don't really keep in contact with, that i don't really understand either. but then again, i hardly keep in contact with most people. which is probably why everyone's lj's are so hard to comprehend.
oh. i get it now.
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Thursday, July 13th, 2006
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i got another job wooo....petsmart - the new one in mtn view. don't know what my title is yet. same thing at petco though...pet care specialist? something like that. there's no snakes or scorpions :(....but petsmart is ten times nicer and there's hella facilities there too.
dude. the starting pay is way more than petco. petco had so many cool animals but it was like slave labor. THO EXTHITED!
...my birthday's coming! should i start a b-day wish list? cause theres a ton of small crap i'm kinda pining for. THO EXTHITED!!!
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Thursday, June 22nd, 2006
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RANT:
so the AAA insurance lady calls me and asks me what happened...and i tell her that i was driving out of a foothill parking lot when this girl backs her car out of a parking space and hits me. i had seen her backing out, and stopped and waited for her to see me so she would stop and let me go forward...but no, the girl keeps backing out.
this wouldn't have been a big deal if she'd backed out straight, cause then she'd just be an ass because it's my right of way when someone's reversing...
but...
she backs out while she's turning, crossing two lanes and hitting my car in the process. so the front of my fender is all bashed up, and she'd managed to hit the power steering column and transmission so there's transmission fluid draining out of my car WHILE i was still stopped and AFTER i honked the horn at her.
still, this wouldn't have been THAT big of a deal if she'd admitted her mistake and just exchanged the information necessary to have the insurance companies deal with it - nobody was hurt and it was her fault according to the "parking lot common laws"
INSTEAD -
she comes out of her car screaming and cussing me out non-stop, saying it was my fault and that i had hit HER, while i stood there and tried to explain that:
1) it was my right of way, and people reversing out of parking spaces are supposed to LOOK before and during the process
2) my car was stopped BEFORE her parking space, and had she backed out straight she wouldn't have hit me at all
3) there was no visible damage to her car while my car was rendered un-driveable, which proved that i was stopped and was hit instead of the other way around
4) the point of impact was in a place that proved she had hit me (left side of fender instead of the front)
so now it's a big deal.
AND -
when my dad's insurance company calls me to ask for a report of the accident, the lady tells me that the FATHER of the girl who hit me (who wasn't even in the car OR present after the accident occurred) had made a statement claiming that the girl was already all the way out of the parking space and that i had turned the corner and hit HER.
VERY VERY VERY BIG DEAL GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
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Saturday, June 10th, 2006
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hot weather. it's terrible. know why? BECAUSE OF SCANTILY-CLAD COLLEGE FEMALES WALKING AROUND CAMPUS AND ATTENDING CLASSES. one word. PORNOGRAPHYYYYYY. jeez. people don't need to see bra-less and unrestrained boobies falling out of miniscule halter tops, or buttcheeks hanging out of strips of pleather or cloth that some refer to as "skirts."
gross, dudes.
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i've spent the majority of the past three days working on a stupid essay about Beloved....and have gotten pretty much nowhere. i hate hate hate hate hate hate hate that book. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN "WE MUST ALL HANG TOGETHER OR MOST ASSUREDLY, WE WE WILL ALL HANG SEPARATELY."
---> my essay started sounding like a history lesson about the pilgrims.
i have one day to do this THTOOPID essay. send me good vibes. por favor.
and don't call me.
because i'll be working on my essay. and if i'm not working on my paper, i'll be playing spongebob squarepants the movie game on my gamecube. and that requires almost as much concentration as 3000 words of literary analysis.
meeting adjourned.
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i am a self-proclaimed slow driver. not just self-proclaimed actually...everyone else tells me i drive slow haha...you guys (esp. thika) are just crazy ass speed demons. fine. relatively speaking, i drive "slow" - 5 over speed limit.
now then. most people don't drive within the 5 mph grace period, especially my fellow notorious teenagers/young adults. i find this extremely IRRIITAATTTIIINGGGGGGGG
every day when i drive to school i take el monte from almond all the way down to foothill. THIS SUCKS HAIRY ASS. come now, people, the speed limit is 25! AND there's little almond kiddies crossing the street all the time!
people simply do not understand this. here i am, driving along at a little over 30 mph, when some fool comes hurtling down the road at 50 mph, slowing down only a few inches from my rear bumper...and stay that way.
so today i drive out of foothill and there's this psycho rich chick on her cell phone driving a BMW blasting irritating music with an equally irritating guy in the passenger seat being loud and obnoxious. she comes out from behind me and cuts me off right in front of a red light (i'm surprised her airbags didn't deploy) and stops almost in the middle of the intersection at foothill expressway and el monte. right.
as soon as the light turns green she floors the accelerator and starts tailgating the poor mini-van soccer-mom in front until soccer-mom makes a turn. then she's off again (by now we're almost at almond), soon becoming a speck in the distance, and i'm thinking of all the times i've been tailed by these butt-holes and how they never get caught...AND A COP CAR HIDING IN SOME BUSHES PULLS UP AFTER HER!!!! THE HALLELUJAH BELLS RING!!! THE GLEE!! THE SWEETNESS!!!
this was me: YEAHH!!!!! AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! TAKE THAT SUCKAAAAAAAAS!!!!!!!!!!
man, that totally made my day. seriously, i'm so happy now.
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ADHD meds are my miracle drugs. i actually pay attention in class and sit still. kind of. and i have a memory. so my grades are very happy. and i usually finish my all my homework before 7.
so what to do with the extra time?
-i watch whose line with my mom everyday
-watch house on tuesdays
-watch dr phil somedays
-watch food network emeril live EVERYDAYYYYY
i love food network. i love food. except rachel ray. because she always says "this is sooo delish!" aahahahha
my grandma called yesterday...which is not unusual. but i realized for the first time that she calls me 'ball' in chinese. what's up with that. she goes, 'hi, ball' (in chinese) 'have you eaten yet?'
'eeeeeyyyy, cho, ni haow. che fan luh may?'
i'm making apple cinnamon and blueberry pancakes now!
BON APPETTITE ITS TIME TO EAT!!!!!
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Wednesday, May 10th, 2006
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6 people showed up for psych today. SIX PEOPLE. out of 40 - something. scandalous, no? yes.
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im so bored that...i finished my weekend homework on friday. and monday's and tuesday's too.
im so bored that...i have brushed my teeth twice already today.
im so bored that...i washed the dishes, then i washed the dishwaser.
im so bored that...i started drawing on the pavement with sidewalk chalk - in the rain.
im so bored that...i followed my mom around the house stepping on her heels and giving her flat tires even though she didn't have any shoes on.
im so bored that...i re-read the first three books of the little house series. (i can't believe this)
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it's that time of year again...PARROT MATING SEASON!!! and here all of the world think that PMS is bad. JEEZ. it's like alfred hitchcocks' movie birds. psycho dive-bombing parrots with open beaks is no fun, let me tell you.
ollie thinks i'm his soulmate - which, in a way, is kind of flattering - but the way parrots demonstrate their devotion towards their mate: regurgitating on your hand. uuuuhhhhhhhggggghhh
crackpot joey-dog is coming to stay for a couple of weeks. psycho slobbering brainless hairy beast...aaahh. not so funny how his owners always conveniently forget to pick him up until a week after they come back from vacation. stupid stupid STUPID dog.
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today my math professor was telling us that he was going to be using a TI-83 for demonstrations and reminding us to bring our graphing calculators to class, and this middle-aged woman with fake hair and a bad attitude was complaining about the cost of books and calculators and scantrons and stuff.
lady: my son has a fancy calculator that looks similar to that except it's clear and has a clear cover - the textbooks cost so much i have to share his with him.
prof: (in a really really gay voice) oh! the one with ssparklesss in it?
lady: yeah
prof: that would be what i refer to as the britney spearsss model
...pretty funny considering he's straight and around 60 years old
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i was driving home from violin this afternoon and a stupid bus cuts me off. a bus. cut me off.
yeah.
so i was glaring at this stupid bus, but then...holy crap, my picture was on the back of it. yeah. i'm famous. *bows*.
michael entered a photo competition for a bear valley ad campaign a few months ago and won...so this picture of me and nicole on our butts in the snow is now plastered the asses of busses around the bay area.
yeah.
i'll be signing autographs from 2 to 5 pm on weekdays and from 4 to 4:30 on weekends. 8-P
(oh, being famous hasn't gone to my head at all)
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Wednesday, April 5th, 2006
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my dad is not exactly known for his tact and sensitivity. or wait, maybe he is...but for his LACK thereof. i like to think i'm used to his coarseness, but i think going to tahoe and being cooped up with him with no means of escape for days at a time is getting to me.
he says all kinds of insults with varying degrees of truth (in my opinion most of them are way off base)but recently...okay maybe not so recently...he's been telling me i'm fat. he keeps saying i'm too chubby, that no guy is going to want to go out with me (like i'd want to go out with someone anyway), that girls with my "fatness" and attitude aren't attractive, that i need to lose weight, that i should stop eating so much.
so he's been going at it for a couple of months now...and ITS BUGGING THE HELL OUT OF ME. so today my mom told me to stop saying i'm fat. funny, a few months ago i was actually underweight and needed to gain ten pounds. then i realized, hang on, i'm NOT fat.
BMI = (weight in pounds)
------------------ x 703
height in inches x height in inches
18.52 - 24.9 is healthy weight, and my BMI is 21.1. so i need to lighten up. but i hope i never do get too overweight...because my willpower and self-discipline is zero when it comes to food.
so. having just established that i am indeed a healthy weight, i'm off to go eat meal #3 for today - garlic chicken tortellini :)
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gar..i feel like writing but i don't know what to write. not here...i want to write a paper or something. something long and involved...I ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｗｒｉｔｅ ａｎ ｅｓｓａｙ．
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IM THO EXTHITED!!!
I LOVE SNOWBOARDING! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
oh dudes, jack talks now.
she goes: "yummy yummy" "whatcha doin'" "hi jackie" "riiiio" "gimme a kiss" and "how are you"
just not as clear as rio
and oliver...all he says is "HIOLLIE" and his frickin car alarm.
yes, my creatures are geniuses
NOOOOOOOOOO BODY LIIIKEES YOU EEEEEVERYYYYONES LEFT YOU THEY"RE ALLL OUT WITHOUT YOUUU HAAAAAVVVIIIING FUNNN
i love greenday
i love ringpops
MY WALLETS FAT AND SO IS MY HEAD I BEG TO DIFFER ON THE CONTRARY I AGREE WITH EVERY WORD THAT YOU SAY LOSERS WIN IT BIG AT THE LOTTERY RAIN AND RAINCHECKS STILL SNIFFIN GLUEEEEE
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Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006
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gargrgrrrgrtgrgrgrraaarrrrrggghraarrrghghrhharrrghaghahghahgarrhrrrhrhrhrhrrrraaaaaagarrrrrrrrrr
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Saturday, March 18th, 2006
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if i could go ANYWHERE i wanted for vacation, i'd have to say i'd go to willy wonka's chocolate factory.
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i just got back from tahoe...and I WANT TO GO AGAIN
boo, my dad is a really slow skier...really slow...and he looks like such a dork. he has those overall-type snow pants, and he tucks in his jacket and everything...and he has this neon red beanie that he jams over his head, then he puts on a blue windbreaker and puts the hood up which makes him look like a conehead, then he pulls the strings on the hood tight and ties the strings under his nose in a bow, then he freaks out that he forgot his scarf so he takes his ski goggles and holds it upside down over his nose and his mouth so he doesn't get pneumonia. JEEEZ.
homewood sucks. the blue runs were okay, but they were hella narrow...but the green runs were TERRIBLE. i hate trevasses. they SUCK AND SHOULD DIE. we were going to come back tomorrow but my dad (who by the way is a self-proclaimed professional athlete) was pooped.
oh, and dr beanstalk...BIENENSTOCK, said i fidget too much and got distracted too easily so he made me take this eight-question questionnaire. for the results, if four of the checkmarks were in the gray shaded area, then there was a high likelihood that you had ADHD. i got seven in the gray part haha.
so now i, like the rest of the world, have ADHD.
i'm not that hyper, am i?
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Thursday, March 9th, 2006
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i just finished reading the nanny diaries...and...it reeked. uuuggghhh reading it was like listening to the main character whine and complain about her life for 400 pgs. auuuggghhhh
i'm going snowboarding next weekend. who's with me?
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