Hi. So it's been a while. That's because I'm TOO BUSY FOR YOU. No wait. Because I've been to lazy to write.

Quick update:
*I had an uneventful but fun Christmas
*Boy took me to see Rent two nights ago and it was amazing.
*Rent day = 11 months. : )
*The Discovery Channel Store sells a box of 30 straws that you can bend and make stuff with. For 12 bucks. Whereas you can get a box of 100 straws for 99 cents at Kroger. They're florescent too!
*Shopping the day after Christmas is hell. But not nearly as bad as shopping the day before.
*Saw Ocean's 11 and Ali with my mom last night. I liked both a lot.
*School starts in FOUR days which is absolutely ridiculous.
*Writing Chinese into Word is actually really fun.
*Little boys = disasterous demons. I helped my friend teach the little kid's Sunday school class today. I'd rather crawl over a bed of nails than do that again. I was surprised that nothing could shut them up except this cartoon bible movie that was originally made in Japan but dubbed (and I mights add, inadequately) over in English.
*Don't get the Ravioli di Portobello if you end go to the Olive Garden. It's not what you'd might call yum. As what NN would say, 'They taste kind of like dumplings, without the lings."
*I got a letter today from the Senior Councilor to the NYLF on Medicine saying that I'm certified to go to this session in Texas over the summer. It also goes on to say that I have leadership potential (and I have no idea where they got that idea because well, I suck) and an intent on pursuing a career in medicine. Okay, um, no. To anyone that knows me, what is the one thing that I don't want to have anything to do when I grow up? Anything that has to do with the medical field. My dad was a doctor, my mom is a physical therapist. And I hate hospitals. I don't want to surround myself and be in an enviornment with sickness and death. I mean, I have to give props (Yes. Give props) to doctors and nurses and all the people who work in hospitals because that's... tough. I wouldn't be able to do it. And to this little session progam thing? I'll have to seriously think it over.
*I get to go to the hospital tomorrow to get a blood test. Mmm. Needles. My fave.

Until next time... Have a wondermous New Years!

M E R R Y   C H R I S T M A S ! ! !

Okay. So I'm legally insane. But anyone could have figured that out...

A conversation that happened last weekend to show you just how incredibly cool my friends and I are:

Friend 1: So I knew this guy once and he was really annoying...
Me: What was he?
1: Really annoying... Anyway...
Me: Was he really annoying?
1: Yeah. He was really annoying. So...
Friend 2: How annoying was he?
1: Really annoying.
Friend 3: Really really annoying?
1: No. Not really really annoying. Just really annoying.
Me: How was he annoying?
1: He was just really annoying.
2: Really really annoying?
1: No. Just really annoying. So I knew this guy and he was really annoying…
3: Really annoying?
1: Really annoying. So no one really like him…
Me: How come no one really liked him?
1: Because he was really annoying.
Me: Really really annoying?
1: No. Just really annoying. So no one like him…
3: Because he was really annoying.
1: Because he was really annoying, so no one like him.
2: Was he stupid?
1: No.
2: Did he do drugs?
1: No. He was really annoying.
2: Did he have lots of friends?
1: No.
3: How come?
1: Because he was really annoying.
Me: Really really annoying?
1: No. Just really annoying. And no one liked him, so one day someone put laxitives in his Coke and he drank it and he had to go to the bathroom for like, 2 hours.
Me: Wait. Someone really annoying put laxitives in…
1: No. Someone else put Ex-lax in the really annoying person’s drink.
Me: Was he really annoying too?
1: No. But he put laxitives in the really person’s drink.
2: Why wasn’t he really annoying?
1: Because. I don’t know. But he wasn’t really annoying. The other guy was really annoying though...
3: What other guy?
1: The really annoying guy.
2: Was he annoying?
1: Really annoying.
2: Really really annoying?
1: No. Just really annoying.
Me: And he put laxitives in someone’s drink?
1: No. Someone else put laxitives in the really annoying person’s drink.
3: Why did he do that?
1: Because he was really annoying.
2: How annoying?
1: Really annoying.
3: And the really annoying guy drank the laxitives in the Coke.
1: Right.
3: Were the laxitives really annoying?
1: No. Just the guy who drank it. He was really annoying.
2: Who put the laxitives in the annoying guy’s drink?
1: Someone else.
Me: Was he really annoying?
1: No. He wasn’t really annoying.
Me: Was he really really annoying?
1: Um. Maybe. But he put laxitives in the really annoying guy’s drink.
2: Was the drink really annoying?
1: No. The guy who drank it was really annoying.
3: Why did he drink it if it had laxitives in it?
1: Because he didn’t know. And cause he was really annoying.
2: Just really annoying?
1: Yeah. Only really annoying.
3: But the guy who put it in his drink could be really really annoying.
1: Right. So a guy who’s not really annoying but could be really really annoying or not-so-annoying-at-all put laxitives in a really annoying guys drink and he had to go to the bathroom for 2 hours.
2: The really really annoying or not-so-annoying-at-all guy had to go to the bathroom?
1: No. The guy who was really annoying did.
3: How annoying?
1: Really annoying.
Me: Wait. I’m confused. Can you start over?
2: …
3: …
1: You're really annoying.

There's a section at CD Wearhouse where you can get CD's for 99 cents. There were a bunch of Billy Ray Cyrus CDs. And amoungst those crappy ones, I saw Hanson's Middle of Nowhere CD.
Sad fact: I used to own this CD.
Very sad fact: I use to *love* this CD.
Oh-my-god-what's-wrong-with-me fact: I had a huge crush on the middle Hanson, Taylor. I still remember that his birthday is March 14th, and his favorite food is fish and chips. I had posters of them all over my wall. (At least I don't send them birthday cards. *Ahem*)

I can't believe I just announced to the whole world that I used to like Hanson. Ugh. I am a freak.

Speaking of freak. What the fuck kind of DVD is this? That's almost as bad as me liking Hanson. Almost.

She cracks me up. (Read the 9-12 7:26 entry.) This girl is 13 years old.... Ahh... reminds me of me when... oh... last week. (I love you David!) ^_^

So anyway, yesterday, I went to Borders yet again to study some more, and I found a book called "How to Be a Bad Girl". And basically, it was telling me how to be a slut. They have to have a book on that? Anyway, there was a page that tells you how to find out what your different types of names would be... (I think I had an entry on that before...) So to find your porn star name: Take the first pet you ever had for your first name, and your mother's maiden name for your last name. And my friend had the best one: Lucky Yoo.

You can find the best stuff at a book store.

Two more exams and then I can finally get into the Christmas spirit. But then again, its been up to the 50s and 60s here recently. That. Is not Christmas weather. Last year, we had two snow days for our last two exam days and didn't take them until we got back. Which kinda sucked because that meant we had to study over break. Wait. What am I talking about? I didn't study for crap last year. This year has been a bitch though. I had my two hardest exams today and I'm *so* glad to get them over with. Tomorrow is my easy day and all is well.

"... Cause you know, windows are clear and stuff."
My best friend is a genius. =)

After a good 3 or 4 hours of tedious History studying at Borders, my friends and I decided to take a break and browse through the CDs section, sampling songs here and there. So I was looking through the "pop/rock" area and I found the most glorious CD in the entire world: The Hampster Dance 2 CD. 2. Meaning that there was a first Hampster Dance CD. They remixed the song and made it into clubby dancey music... you know... like a "Techno Remix". Download it. Love it. Cherish it forever.

I wonder how a hideous site like www.hampsterdance.com could be so popular that the creators felt a need to put out a CD. They can't even spell "hamster" right.

Favorite part of my AP Biology book part IV ---> G-15 Glossary, Oogamy: (Oh-OG-um-ee) A condition in which male and female gametes differ, such that small, flagellated sperm fertilizes a large, nonmotile egg.

It's a word that starts with two O's!
See also: Oogenesis, oodles, oolite, ooze.

In the news: A woman gets trampled in Wal-mart while Christmas shopping.

Um, first of all, that's why they have places such as E-bay and Amazon nowadays to avoid such incidents.

Secondly, Christmas shopping? At Wal-mart? Well it better have been Super Wal-mart at least. I bet she wanted to get two watches for $5.

Friend 1: "Hehe. You're fun... they should make pocket-sized Tammys."
Friend 2:"Yeah... like... those little electronic pets which were the most ridiculous fad, ever... Oh! We can call them 'Tamagotchis'!'
Me: "Um. That's what they were called to begin with."
Friend 1: "They named them after you!!"

Oh dear God. How scary would it be to have an electonic me that you have to feed and play with and clean out my poop and stuff? And goes in your pocket or on your keychain? *Shudder*

Something gross: Having to stick your hand and arm in a clogged up sink that's filled almost to the brim with month-old far-from-clear-brownish-purple fluids that smells like dead rats so you can try to pick out the unknown substances that's causing the cloggage in the first place. For extra credit. In art.

So it's been a while. 6 days to be exact. I think that's a record for me. But I'm still here... alive too! I know you all are just so happy. The two of you. Thanks =)

Anything new and exciting happen to me during theses past 6 days? Nah. Just had a lot of stuff to do (i.e. 3 art projects, Biology and Precal presentation, Precal paper, and a hugmongo government project.) But. I'm glad I got all of them done. Now all I have to do now is to get ready for those oh-so-fun exams! Yes! My favorite. This semester has gone by pretty quickly. Half a year until I'm a senior and get to eat off campus! Woo! Oh yeah... I went to Atlanta last weekend for a Chinese school competition dealie. It wasn't as fun as last year but we did kick some Atlanta butt. A group of kids there were being rude and yelled immature phrases at us when we were practicing. But they're just bitter because no Atlanta school has won 1st place in the past 6 years. Last year, and two years before that, it was our school who won. So. We rock. Well, our Chinese school rocks, not me though cause I suck. You should hear me speak mandarin. I sound no better than a redneck trying to speak it. So imagine a hick wearing overalls chewing straw trying to say some Chinese. That's me. Except the chewing straw part. Anyway. I shall get my rest now. To all a good night.

Scratch that. I want this instead. Hurray for bubbles! =)

Someone get me this for Christmas. Please?

10 Things I Hate About Me:

*I don't exercise. Feel bad about it, and yet, I still plan not to.
*I procratinate like mad. Like now, for instance. Should be doing an English essay, but no.
*I still don't have my driver's licence. Oh wait. Don't have a permit either.
*I'd rather spend a Friday night in front of the computer than go out (unless it's been planned out a week before or boy is in town.)
*I like Britney Spears, Hanson, Clueless, "Nsync, and Dawson's Creek.
*I have this weird habit where I would peel those little stickers from fruit and stick them on our sink. What is wrong with me?
*I listen to cartoon theme songs and Disney soundtracks. And I sing along.
*I burp and blow it at people face. No wait. I don't hate that. That's funny.
*Burger King is one of my favorite restaurants. And I don't exercise. I'm so gonna die by the time I hit 35. Hopefully I will make it that far.
*I cry at just about every single movie.
*I collect Got Milk? ads and treasure them. And... wait a sec. This is #11
*I can't count.

In other news, the most yuckiest person in school told me he had a prince Albert today. Gag me with a 12 foot pole. Please. I seriously thought that I was going to lose my lunch. But I ran away from him instead.

So a friend sent me a link to take one of those online IQish tests. So I took it, and guessed on about 1/3 of them and guess what it told me? "Your score was 26 out of 30. That is an excellent score, you would have a very strong chance of passing the Mensa test and joining Mensa." To which Tammy would respond, "Who's Mensa?" And I don't really think they'd want someone who listens to friken cartoon theme songs for entertainment to be associated with them. ^_^

You *have* to get this mp3: Space Ghost - Don't Touch Me. It is 50 seconds of nothing but him saying "don't touch me" but it is fabulous. Actually, you probably won't find this half as entertaining as Tammy does at 4:30 in the morning. (Never Trust a Monkey is quite funny as well...)

Oh and you wanna know just how big of a freak I am? I am downloading theme songs to cartoons. I got Captain Planet, Doug, Samurai Jack, Care Bears, Fraggle Rock, and currently working on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. God, I am such a loser.

Something scary about my apartment Part II:

So we have this really pretty throw (is that how you spell it? One of those blanket things.) on a chair in our living room. Last summer, when we moved from our house to this apartment, we brought that over and draped it over our chair. And about a month after we moved it, my mom yelled at me for messing up the tassles on the throw. The tassles were all tangled up. Now, when I say tangled up, I mean it was really tangled. It took my mom almost 6 hours to take it apart to get it back to normal. But then we figured that maybe it was the cat that I was kittysitting for a couple of weeks, cause you know, cats like to play with that kind of stuff. So~ No biggie. But. About a month or so after, the same thing happens again. Lettme take the time to remind you, this was over summer, so I didn't touch that throw the entire time because it was to damn hot to use. And even if my mom used it, she's not the type of person to mess around with tassels. So basically, it just sorta sits there and looks pretty, meaning that there's no way that either my mom or I tangled them all up, and there's no way that it could get so tangled from just people kinda brushing it aside. Now you might just be thinking like, oh, it's just some knots here and there, whatever. No. Even if it was me who did that, I would have had to spent hours do that to the throw. The knots were so complex and intricate and it looks like someone delibrately tied them together like that so someone could not get it unknotted. And no one touched this blanket. Hmm.... Creepy. It's still there on the chair. The tassles are still tangled up because I just could not get them apart.

Conversation about 5 completely different things within 2 minutes that I had with a friend tonight...

"I... I just don't understand how c-o-l-o-n-e-l is pronounced "kernel". How the hell does "kernel" come from Colon-el? What is wrong with the English language? Who's idea was it to pronounce "Colon-el" as "Kernel"? I hate white people."
"But Tammy. You're as white as we are."
"Hey. Don't make me bust out my mad karate moves on you."
"You don't know Karate."
"Sure I do. Haven't you heard the stereotype? Every Asian knows some form of martial arts."
"No. But I've heard the one that all of you guys have either played the piano or violin and are total math geeks."
"That's not a stereotype. That's a fact. But it still doesn't explain the whole colonel ordeal."
"Go to bed before you hurt yourself."
"Oh I'll probably hurt myself from jumping off our balcony while sleepwalking."

Wanna hear something scary? Yeah? Here goes: Today is Sunday. So on Thursday, after a big yummy feast at someone I don't know's house, the one in the mom suit and I come home and go to bed. Next morning, we woke up to find that both our locks are unlocked. (Sidenote: We have two of the same locks on our door, both of which can be locked/unlocked from the inside. But you can only lock/unlock the bottom lock from the outside. So there's no way that one could get to the top lock without making a mess out of the door. You can't even see the top lock from the outside because you can only get to it from the inside. Double security. Get it? Okay... story goes on.) And so mom was like "Hrm.. that's weird." Because we always make sure that we have both locks locked before we go to bed cause we're paranoid like that. But we figure that we were just tired from eating so much that we just forgot or something. Whatever, no big deal. So that night, we both made sure that both locks were locked before we went to bed. And lo and behold, both locks were unlocked when we woke up the next morning. First of all, if it was a burglar trying to get in, there is absolutely *no way* they could have gotten both locked unlocked from the outside. And they couldn't have crawled through a window because we live on the 4th story. And secondly, I forgot what I was going to say. But yeah. I just hope to God that I sleepwalk. But even so, that's scary. My friend's boyfriend's cousin got killed sleepwalking. Ugh. So I'm officially scared of me.

A thing that made me want to punch someone today:

After 4 tortureous hours of practicing for a skit that I'm in and have to compete next Saturday, mom and I drove past 100 Oaks and we're like, "Oh, I know what will help us unwind... shop at T. J. Maxx (which is perhaps my all time favorite store)!" And my mom rarely is actually like, hey I'm gonna buy you clothes, so I had to seize the oppourtunity. Besides, I really needed some jeans and black pants. Anyway. After I got my pants, I was just browsing through the jackets and coats section and I saw a person who works at Maxx put up a coat. And I swear, it was like, love at first sight or something. It was an absolutely beautiful black jacket that came down to my knees with pink lining on the inside. I love pink. I think I melted into that jacket because it fit perfectly and I have been looking everywhere for a jacket like that and I didn't want to take it off once I put it on. So I wore it around for a while until my mom was ready to go to the fitting rooms. Since you are only allowed to bring in 6 items of clothing, I had to leave one thing behind... and since I already knew that this jacket fit, I decided to take it off and bring the other stuff in. And then what I did makes me want to bang my head against the wall over and over again. I left it in the shopping cart. Okay. Tammy. What the hell were you thinking, leaving a gorgeous Guess coat that's less than $35 in a shopping cart unattended the day after Thanksgiving??? I guess you can figure out what happened next. I don't like to keep thinking about it because it just makes me sad. And yeah, if you are a guy, you're probably thinking, "Shut up woman. Get over it, it's just a coat, there are a million other ones out there." To which I would say, "Screw you." This coat was the epitome of perfect coats. And I searched the store high and low to find another one, but to no avail. I am going to think about that jacket for the rest of the week and hit myself every time I do. It's not gonna leave my mind because it... Oooh ice cream! =)

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Thanksgiving has kinda lost its meaning for me. The past couple of years, my mom and I would just go to someone's house that I don't know too well and eat lots of good food. And yeah... that's great, and don't get me wrong, I don't really mind cause c'mon, Potluck dinner + 20 Chinese Familes = Heaven For a Night. So yeah. Nothing to complain about... except... it kinda goes along with how Thanksgiving losing meaningness for me. I don't know... but isn't T-giving supposed to be about being grateful for everything? And being with your family? And all that cheesy goodness? I remember the first Thanksgiving I had here in the States. My mom went to Memphis to do some business work and my dad picked me up from school on Wednesday and told me that we are going down there to suprise my mom. So. We did. And he took us out to a fancy restaurant (well, as fancy as restaurants can get in Memphis anyway) and it was yum. Then the year my brother moved here, we had a huge family reunion type thing. People from all over the world ~ Taiwan, Hong Kong, Toronto, Houston, LA, Shanghai, Hawaii ~ came just for this one weekend. I met cousins, uncles, anuts, that I never knew existed. And... though cleanup was a bitch, it was incredible. Seeing all of my family there at once. And... it was just a great feeling. We've never had a family reunion since~ Or such a big party for Thanksgiving. But after that, we had our annual fondue-at-home dinners, which just plain kicked ass. We ate until we felt like we were going to throw up and then ate some more. Leaves you with the feeling like you've just gained 70 pounds. But. I don't remember ever doing that once my dad died and Terence went to college. I guess having a huge meal with just two people didn't seem too appealing. So we just ended up going to other people's houses. Which is fine because that's like, Thanksgiving dinner times 20. But... just... sometimes I miss our own dinners, you know? The ones were it was just me, my dad, mom, and brother. And when I asked my friends what they were doing this year, they would say they are either flying out to have dinner with their grandparents, or have a big family dinner at their house and their older siblings are coming back from college to join them... it makes me kinda sad because I don't have that. Most of my family are on the other side of the country, my brother is staying with Austin, so it's just me and my mom. Which is why I'd put her at the top of the list of things I'm grateful for. Cause, well, she's technically all I've got, and without her, well, I'd have no one to celebrate anything with, let alone Thanksgiving. I apologize if I'm getting to sappy for your liking... but... Just be happy that you have something that many people don't and would die to have. And as to what I'm gonna be doing this year for Thanksgiving... probably going to someone I don't know's house for potluck. Happy Turkey Day!

Things that amuse me from TV yesterday:

*I watched MTV's Carson Daly on TRL, then on Rosie, then on The Daily Show, and then on TRL again. Quadruple dose of Carson. Can't beat that.
*Nsync was #6 on 106 and Park's Top Ten on BET. I could have sworn that Nsync was white...
*You can get two watches for only 5 bucks at Wal-mart's blowout Thanksgiving sale. Today! From 6 to 11 a.m.! Oh wait. It's 1:45. Nevermind then~
*Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock? Madly in love? Oh gag me with a 10 foot pole.
*Pepperidge Farm's goldfish is the snack that smiles back at you... I don't know, but hearing that makes me kinda uncomfortable.

Ahh... Entertainment. Where would I be without it?

In other news... I didn't have school today =) I got to sleep in and all that good stuff. Boy is coming home tonight. And. All is well.

So I just finished reading Dean Koontz's Fear Nothing. It's quite... interesting. I kinda want to read the sequel but if I do that I might be tempted to go on a Koontz frenzy and waste my life away reading suspense fictions with cheesy reviews. But nonetheless, it was a good read. Better than any Melville by all means. Teachers should make you read this crap instead... But if you wanted to read something by good ole Dean, try either False Memory or Hideaway.

While I'm talking about books, let it be known that I hate reading. So any books that I actually read and like, has to be extraordinarily good (in my opinion, anyway). Then again, since I hardly ever read, I don't really have any other books to base the goodness of the book I like on. But. Here are some I really enjoyed (in no particular order):

Dr. Seuss - Green Eggs and Ham
J.D. Salinger - The Catcher in the Rye
Wally Lamb - She's Come Undone
Sam McBratney - Guess How Much I Love You
Amy Tan - The Joy Luck Club
               The Kitchen God's Wife
Shel Silverstein - The Missing Piece
Shakespeare - A Midsummer Night's Dream
                      Othello
Alexandre Dumas - The Count of Monte Cristo
Brian Jacques - Redwall
Anthony Burgess - A Clockwork Orange
Roald Dahl - The BFG
                  The Witches

I can't really think of anymore... even if I did, they're probably gonna be by some author that writes for kids. What? I like kid books! Those are the ones that make you feel warm and fuzzy inside without having to dissect it, trying to find what the themes, figurative language used, symbols, etc., are... Besides, I bet you feel the same way about children's books. Or maybe you just think I'm a freak. Most likely the latter. Oh, and not only do I like children's books, I also love Disney movies. (Go see Monsters Inc.!!!) In fact, I'm listening to the Aladdin soundtrack as we speak. Really, too. Okay. I should go finish up my homework while humming "A Whole New World". (Hi. I'm a dork.)

So it's almost 11:30 at night, one of my friends mentions something about a cookie. So of course, hearing the word "cookie", (well, seeing it, rather, since it was over AIM) stimulates the "fat food" part of Tammy's brain and flips the hunger switch from off to on. So there I was, seaching through the kitchen for a cookie, a chocolate-chip one in particular, but in vain. Actually, we have absolutely nothing good to eat at home... but you know what I did find? Organic Rice Cakes, otherwise known as food for the anorexic. So I was like, "No! Oh God no. Please let there be some other food in this pantry besides rice cakes. Pop Tarts! Even Pop Tarts will do!" But alas, all we had were fucking rice cakes. They're so unappetizing that they make me say the f-word. They're not even the flavored kinds, like Sour Cream & Onion, or Cheddar. They're just lightly salted. Lightly salted my butt! They taste like cardboard with a little hint of sawdust. So here I am, munching on these horrible round things, mad because I'm hungry, mad because there's nothing else for me to eat, mad because rice cakes suck.

Best thing about all-you-can-eat-buffets: You can eat all that you are possibly able to.
Worst thing about all-you-can-eat-buffets: You will eat all that you are possibly able to.

In other news: My friend gave me one of these last weekend (a cow one). Pointless? Yes. But amusing? Oh definitely. So anyway~ The same friend was playing with it today and she accidently squeezed too hard and the poop popped out. So now I have a poopless cow keychain that isn't so fun anymore. =(

11 piddidles in one night. I think that's a world record or something. And people down here really need to get their headlights fixed.

Ugh I can smell the trash that's in the kitchen. And I'm in my room. With the door closed. It smells *so* bad. Grotesque =P Must be that severed head that my mom finally decided to discard. Ewww.

So anyway. I've been helping my government teacher after school this past week, you know, grading papers, hanging stuff up, running off copies, and the such. (What? I'm not sucking up, I swear! Besides. She pays me.) Anyway, I was helping her proofread her 1st period English III student's papers about what life styles, technology, clotheswear, medical care, etc, would be like 20 years from now, and here's come excerpts:

"Saggy pants will more than likely stay because tight clothes hurt. Gold teeth will always be here because they are da bomb."
"Japan will not like Korea because if North and South Korea powers combine, they will be super power."
"There will be new sports like tackle basketball, tackle hockey, tackle golf, tackle baseball, tackle soccer, tackle bowling, tackle everything because I like to tackle."
"I hope doctors will find a cure for STDs because I want to have sex with my girlfriend but she has gonorrhea."
"Maybe there will be cars that fly and don't make a 'vroom vroom' noise when they start because that really annoys me."
"Hopefully I will be out of high school in 20 years."

This job totally rocks my world.

Favorite part of my AP Biology book part III ---> Chapter 12: Meiosis and Sexual Life Cycles page 235: "You really are unique."

Thank you Random Fertilization, for pointing out my uniqueness.

Boooooo. Projects aren't fun. 5 other girls and I are in the same group to work on analysis of the characteristics of Transcendentalism and Romaticism in Emerson and Thoreau. Last Monday our same group had to work on the phycological aspects of the crappiest book in the world, Billy Budd, we BS'ed our way to make a 100. Hopefully we can do the same tomorrow. But it's really kinda hard do a group project when 2 people aren't even there to work on it, and the other one is talking to/about her boyfriend the entire time. I don't know if we'll be able to pull off a good grade tomorrow. I don't think I can even say the word, transcendentalism. Bleh. I suck.

"Yes. There is such thing as A-sexual reproduction... But I bet it's just not as fun." ~Words of wisdom from my AP Biology teacher

"How is he gonna be calling me 'white trash'... My neighbor is Eddie George for cryin' out loud!"

Sundays suck. Almost as much as Mondays do, because on Sundays you're like, "Damn. Tomorrow is Monday." And Mondays suck a whole lot. So there's a lot of suckage between these two days. I can't wait until Thanksgiving break. And then Christmas. Woo wee I love Christmas. But until then, I'll just talk about how much I dislike Sundays and Mondays.

"Incestual relationships are bad! Oh wait. We're in Tennessee. Carry on."

Jergens lotion, which is my 2nd favorite kind of lotion, right under Nivea, has come out with a new scent. Seaweed. Mmm... Seaweed smellion lotion... That is what you call a great scent. I'll smell like sushi! What more could you want? Yum ^_^

I learned how to purl all by myself! Everyone say yay! *Colletive groans*

This scares me. Like, what the hell? Pee Wee Herman, Hary Potter, Mr. Bean, Colin from Who's Line, and Bush all in one Japanese music video? Something ain't right in the world today.

"Hyakugojyuuichi"? David~ You should translate this whole thing for me. ^_~

Arr I'm so hungry... I was supposed to have a good breakfast and lunch today. I was supposed to have a chocolate crossiant for breakfast... (Yeah it might sound gross, but it's *so* good. Made japanese style. Mmm.) My mom put it in the fridge yesterday for the sole purpose of not wanting it to melt. And chocolate is good cold anyway. But she put the darn thing in the oven this morning, so all the chocolate melted everywhere and it was just one big mess. Looked like someone took a shit over my my crossiant. So I was like, Mom, put that back in the fridge, I'm not eating that now... I had a yum sandwich for lunch. I actually took the time to make it last night. Twas turkey with tomatoes and lettuce. And during Art class, me being the idiot that I am, left the sandwich on the table for a couple of minutes while I went to go wash my hands. I came back to find it splattered all over the floor, tomato and turkey pieces everywhere. And I think someone stepped on it too. So all I was left to eat was an orange with too many seeds. Bah. Maybe I should go find something to eat instead of whining and bitching about my lost lunch and breakfast. Oh but it's so much fun to whine and bitch... Oh and that website where the guys would pay 10G for a wife, you know, the one with the kickass midi? Well I didn't even notice this until Boy mentioned something about it. But the Who Am I page plays the Mission Impossible theme. =) That guy totally rocks.

New thing that I've noticed about me #2: Everytime I stretch, I lean back in my chair and arch my back and strech my arms out as far as they would go. It feels great. Problem is, I get stuck in that position. My back will hurt really badly if I try to move it and it takes me a while to get back to my normal sitting position. Ugh. Stupid back.

In other news, you gotta get J-Zone's Bum Bitch Ballad. It's thooper. I was listening to it earlier and I was like "Hmm. I should be offended by this song." But I'm not. I like the moosic in the background. But it's not as good as the midi.

Haha. This is funny. It even plays cheesy midi music in the background. I think the midi is funnier than the content itself. Midi RULES!

Ahh.. I'm actually gonna be able to get some rest tonight. I had barely any homework since I had a gazillion (two) tests today and I went to bed at ungodly hours last night, I mean, this morning. Sooo... Tammy --> bed. Mmm mmm good. It's not even 7 yet. =)

"It's not Billy Bud, silly. It's Billy... Budd."

"I think someone put crack in our chicken Mcnuggets."

Mmmm.... Gooorrrditaaas.....

Animals That Don't Make Sense

THE WALRUS

Okay. So would someone care to explain to me why on earth this animal exists? It serves absolutely no purpose. It is a big fat blob of fat that does nothing but lays around and looks stupid. (Hmm. Sounds like me.) They're not even cute! If they were cute I'd be like aww it's fat but its soo cute. But they're dumb looking! They are a 2000 pound piece of shit with tusks and wiskers. And why the hell do they need whiskers for? Cats use them as sensors to see if they can fit through places. What the hell can a walrus fit through? All it ever does is just lie there anyway.

THE MANATEE

Manatees are walruses without the tusks. [See above]

THE DUCK-BILLED PLATYPUS

Um... so what went wrong in the evolutionary process here? This animal has a bill of a duck, a tail of a beaver, it has froggy webbed feet, and yet, it is a mammal? Was God drunk or something when he made this one? Was he like "Muahah. Let's see them figure this one out."? Oh and on the ankles of their webbed feet, they have little fangs that are poisonous, making them the only poisonous mammal in the world. I bet the platypus' never had any friends.

THE OPOSSUM

This is quite possibly one of the most disgusting animals I have ever seen in my life. They kinda remind me of Zero from A Nightmare Before Christmas, but Zero was cute, and possums... aren't. Ugh. Just look at it. It looks like a skeleton with those nasty eyes and they eat trash and attack poor little animals, and yet they know how to *play* dead. Woop-de-do. These nocturnal marsupials serve no purpose except to look gross. They are hideous and and a disgrace the the rest of us mammals.

Ugh I can't fall asleep. You were right David, that nap I took is keeping me awake. Beh. Or maybe it's that cup-o-coffee that my mommy made me. But whatever the case, I can't sleep. Not good. It's almost 2 in the morning. You can probably tell since I changed some stuff around here. It's bloo! And did you notice that I changed the cursor trail to go along with the color scheme? Yeah man. And I changed the font so maybe it'll be a little more readable now. Maybe I should just not sleep all night. Then again, last time I did that, I passed out for like, 15 hours. At least it's Friday. It doesn't feel like Friday at all since we had Wednesday off.
I've been listening to the semi-new Janet Jackson cd all night. It's freaky. Not freaky like, creepy scary hi-I'm-Marilyn-Manson freaky, but freaky as in Barry-White-Let's-Get-It-On freaky. It's some good stuff though. One of my favorite lines from one of her songs featuring Carly Simon: "And if it wasn't from that damn cream there'd be no clouds in my coffee." I love that. Okay I'm gonna try and get some sleep now... Nighty bye.

So I really really should be working on homework. But how can I when there are so many great pick up lines out there for us chicas to enjoy? How that relates to me not being able to concentrate on homework, I don't know. My favorite one: "Your parents must be retarded because you're really special." Yeah. That'll definitely make me want to jump a guy. Boys disgust me. =P

"If you're gonna copy someone's homework, don't do it in my class, right smack in front of me. If you're gonna cheat, make sure you don't get caught." ~Words of wisdom from my English/History teacher.

Ahh. Gotta love the Nasvhille radio stations. Just recently, a Christian music station, 101.1 The One, changed to a ghetto rap and R&B station: The Beat. Kinda like how R. Kelly went from "I Believe I Can Fly" to "Feelin' on Your Booty". It's great stuff, I tell ya. I've been listening to it all night even though I don't really like rap at all. And this station plays just a little too much Juvenile for my liking. (They played at least 10 songs by him in the past 3 hours. "You can't drop it like it's hot if it's 30 degress out side, and the block is fucking COLD!") Oh and I love what they did to Ludacris' Area Code. "I've got PROS... I've got pros... in different area codes." Excuse me? You've got pros? Alright Ludacris, whatever you say, dude. You keep hollerin those area codes to your pros. I wonder why they didn't change or bleep out "whore" but they had to do that to "ho". It's like whoa. Ugh. Okay time to change the station. I need me a fix of some *NSync now or something. Oh, but not after I finish hearing R. Kelly talking about feelin' on my booty.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

This year has been the first since I've been in the States that I haven't celebrated Halloween in one way or another. Here's a quick rundown of things I have dressed up as:

1st grade: Actually, I don't really remember what I was. But I do remember a wig and long fingernails. I think I was Madonna.
2nd grade: M&M
3rd grade: Princess Jasmine
4th grade: Catwoman
5th grade: 60's girl. You know, poodle skirts and all that good stuff. That was the 60's, right?
6th grade: Witch
7th grade: Mime
8th grade: Butterfly
9th grade: Dead Harpeth Hall girl/ Cat
10th grade: Snow White? Kinda. I had the Snow White hair... but that was about it. I did get to paint someone's face as a dog though... Ahh... Memories...
11th grade: I'm still in the same clothes that I slept in last night, not wanting to go out, because 1.) It's cold, 2.) "I'm too old to go trick or treating even though I've done it for the past 10 years", 3.) Well... You know... Someone might put anthrax in my candy, 4.) No parties. And even if there was one, I still probably wouldn't go. Me and parties don't mix, and 5.) I still have to finish Billy Budd, which is by far the most boring book I have ever read, by tomorrow. Besides, what's the point of getting candy when you still have some from last year? At least it'll be anthrax free! Hopefully.

So I guess that about sums of 11 years of good ole Halloween. Shoo along now while I try to finish this book. Oh, sorry, novella. Have trouble sleeping? Forget medicine. Read Billy Budd.

Tammy = Tired with a tummy ache. You know. The kind where it feels like you are about to throw up, but don't, so you really want to jam a toothbrush down your throat to make yourself regurgitate in hopes that you will feel better afterwards. Just hope I don't do it while I'm sleeping and then choke on my own vomit and die. Wow. How much would that suck? Like when people would ask at the funeral "how'd she die?" And my mom would have to say, "She choked on her own barf." What a bummer that would be.

Conversation with a friend tonight (condensed):
"I'm getting pretty damn good at Karaoke."
"Awww, yeah."
"I got a 98 all by myself on that O-Town All or Nothing song according to the Karaoke grader."
"Haha, you sang O-Town."
"I rock at Flavor of the Weak, too."
"Haha, you sang O-Town."
"I tried "Party Up" 2 weeks ago... It did not work..."
"By DMX?"
"Yup."
"*Snicker*"
"Don't snicker. Bah! You stupid goat. I hope you sprout Goat nipples all over your head - And I hope they itch too..."

So those were nipples, not a 2nd head...

Think you've got a third nipple? Well here's how you can distinguish whether or not you've got one. Cause you know, sometimes you might get it mixed up with a 2nd head.

Oh and if you ever, ever feel the need to become evil, here's how.

Excuse me while I search for my third nipple while thinking about my malicious plan to dominate the world. Muahaha.

It's been nine whole months today. There was a movie called Nine Months but that was about having babies. And I'm not having one of those. Yes. Disappointing, I know. But yeah... I like Boy ^_^

Hi Boy~ I luf you!

"Yeah. I think respect and politeness is very important and that everyone should.... Hey! Stop doing that you stupid retard! Why do you have to be so damn annoying??? So yeah... rudenesss is a definite no-no."

It's almost friday. That's all...

So the electricity has gone out 6 times in the past hour and a half. Do you have any idea how hard it is to study while being interrupted repeatedly by utter darkness? Ugh. Stupid. I'm considering just busting out the candles and working like that, but knowing me and my clumsosity, I'll probably just end up setting the whole building on fire. But hey! If that happens, I'll probably won't have to study anymore, right? Um... maybe not. My mom will most likely find a way to make me study anyway.

"Aiya! We have no house, no food, no money, no clothes! Noting! All burn down in fire. But you go study for your SATs."
"But mom. All of my study materials are gone too."
"So?? Go borrow!"

Helloooo boys and girls. Guess what tonight is? Yup! It's DC night! Yeah... I hate me too. But where else can you watch 30 year-old actors portray teenagers with identity crises, try as hard as they can to have absolutely no fun, live in very clean dorm rooms, and use words that can only be found on the SATs... all in one show? Come on! It's a wonderful thing.

Oh my God they remixed an Enya song. So now it's like... dancey. Something about the possiblity of hearing a spiritualy song in a dance club really irritates me. Can you just imagine someone bumping and grindin to Enya or Enigma? *Shiver*

Jesus it is so hot it my room. I'm tring to get some sleep here but I can't because it's so damned hot. The one night that I actually can get into bed before 2, I can't sleep because for once, it's not freezing, so now I'm stuck here not able to sleep, burning up, and listening to Smashmouth and those wretched car commercials on the radio. *Sigh* But I while I was sitting there, thinking about just how much Smashmouth sucks and should burn to hell, I also started thinking about how this one girl and I used to stay up almost every single school night and talk about... girly stuff... till the wee hours of the morning. We were best friends in 5th to mid-6th grade where we found different friends and kinda drifted apart. But she and I still would talk every now and then. But we really started talking again in 9th grade when she IMed me one night to ask me about homework. From then on, we started talking almost every night, about what we'd wear to the next football game to our boy and friend troubles. We'd act stupid and silly and made fun of each other and played PRS through IM until 2 or 3 all the time. It was... fun. And at the beginning of 10th grade, when I switched schools, we'd still talk, we use to go to the same chat room and call the radio to request really crappy song. (Ever remember the song "Blue" by Effiel 65? Yeah. I'm still trying to erase that ever-so-annoying-but-catchy tune out of my head.) She and I gradually stopped talking to each other less and less throughout the year... due to school and the fact that we didn't get online as much anymore... well, she didn't, cause Lord knows I'm online all the time. So anyway. I'm really not sure where I'm trying to get with all of this. I guess I'm just wondering if she ever thinks about me sometimes. Like, ugh dude, do they only play shit music late at night? Oh wait, its 107.5. That's right. But KC and Jojo? Please. I can't believe I actually use to like that song. I can't believe that I actually admit to ever liking that song. Anyway, back to what I was trying to say... I kinda just hope that I make a good enough imprint in someone's life that maybe that person will look back a couple years from now and be think, "Oh yeah, I know you!" I guess it's just wouldn't be such a great feeling being forgotten. So... "it's a school you attend, and I highly recommend. You call 1-800-BARTEND." Goddamnit I need to stop listening ot the radio.

Learn how to be romantic. Someone should get me a small red candle made out of chocolate and shaped like a teddy bear holding a heart with scribbles all over it that plays a tune when you wind it up. I'll love you forever. Actually no. I'll just think you're a freak. And then eat the bear.

Hey! I also know what kind of robot I am...

You hear that? A big hunk of metal love. *Sniff*

Thanks for showing me what type of Giant I really am, David.

Ahh. We now come to an end of a glorious 4 day weekend. It was superb. I got to see Boy... which was fabulous because I haven't seen him in two whole months. : ) I like Boy. I also got to watch two movies last night with my mom. Serendipity and From Hell. Those two movies are as different as can be... but both were pretty good. One was the typical aww cute chick flick, and the other one was just... gruesomely interesting. Yeah. Serendipity was definitely horrifying.

"We have two free movie tickets for you to go see the movie From Hell."
"Oh, you mean Mariah Carey's Shimmer?"

Yay! 4 day weekend! Kinda like fall break, only, 4 days doesn't really qualify as a "break". Oh! And the best part is? The fact that I don't have to go to Chinese school on Saturday. I think I'm happier about the fact that I don't have Chinese school than the four day weekend. Ahhh... Yum.

"We should watch that movie in class. It's only about 15 minutes long."
"Yeah. Kinda like a Michael Jackson video."

So I spent *way* too much time on that damned government project last night... of course, I was only one of four students who actually had the project done by today. But I am actually wide awake. Very very awake for someone who only had two hours of sleep last night... I think the miniscule amount of sleep I got last night was a result of that 9 hours nap I had two nights ago. Yeah. I'm past the stage of tireness and have entered into the state of delirium. I'm awake but I don't think that I'm functioning properly... >_< So I've been wandering the halls with this dazed look on my face. Someone actually asked me if I was stoned. "No. I'm just sleepwalking." But at least I get to see boy tonight! Yay! I just hope I won't be like "Hey! I haven't seen you in so lon... *collapses on floor* ZzzZZZzz"

Blah. I have so much to do tonight.
*Read all of chapter 9 for History because I haven't done any of it yet.
*Study for a Biology test.
*Do notecards for english literary terms.
*Do an entire project for government.
*Read a story for English.
*Study for Precal test.
*Do 10 pages of PSAT review crap for English.

Ugh ugh ugh. I swear I was gonna start on these last night but no. I took a nap until 12:30 in the morning and thought "shit". Then I sat down on in front of the computer, getting ready to do homework then the lights flicker out and my computer goes "brrrwwwwmm" and died. And I thought, "shit". So I waited around with hopes that the electricity will come back on again. And it did. For like, 2 minutes. So I just lied there in bed, not able to do homework, and not able to go to sleep. *Sigh* I'm gonna be up so late tonight. Hopefully I won't take another nine hour nap.

So um... I came home today around 3:30 in the afternoon and I decided to take a small little nap since I went to bed late last night. Yeah a small little nap. Guess what time I woke up? Oh... about ten minutes ago. I haven't had as much sleep in the past couple of weeks than I have for a nap today. Well, except last Thursday when I went to bed at 8:30. I'm never gonna be able to go back to sleep now. The teachers told us get some sleep tonight because we have PSATs tomorrow. Check. Now if I can only find a way to actually do well on that damned standardized test. Ugh.

"Look at my new calculator... It looks really weird and all messed up."
"Oh... That's cause it's just made in Taiwan. *Disgusted look* "

Just to reiterate on how much I like the Lion King... I watched it again last night. The 18th time I've seen it. Woo! And I've been listening to the soundtrack all weekend and I'm making Sharon suffer through it. What a great great movie.

"I like your hair."
"Yeah. My three hairs."
"You don't have only three hairs, silly. You have like.... 5."
"I hate you."

I love The Lion King. It is my favorite Dinsey movie and it's one of my all time favorite movies. Why am I talking about it you might ask? Well I just watched it tonight and I have my Simba stuffed animal sitting in my lap. Best part of the movie: The Timon hula songI've played it no less than 20 times when I was talking to my best friend on the phone. I think I've ruined that movie for her. Oooh you know you love me, Siv. If you don't know what song I'm talking about. Download it and cherish it forever.

"Whatdoya want me to do? Dress in drag and do the hula?... *Drums* Luau! If you're hungry for a hunka fat and juicy meat, eat my buddy Pumbaa here because he is a treat. Come on down and dine, on this tasty swine. All you have to do is get in line. Aaaare you achin? (Yup, yup, yup) Fooorr some bacon? (Yup, yup, yup) Heeerre's a big pig (Yup, yup) You can be a big pig too. Oye! *Pelvic thrust* "

I got to skip 3 1/2 of my classes today. Not exactly a good idea when 2 out of those 3 1/2 are AP. Hrm... Oh well! The goverment classes got to go see court cases at the... court... place. We saw a guy who was convicted of assult and illegal possession of a gun... he wanted to see if he could get his bond lowered because he has zero money. I kinda zoned out in the middle of it because I was so tired, and I was trying *very* hard not to fall asleep. I knew staying up till 3 in the morning would be a bad idea. But yeah, I do remember that the victim came out and said that he was shot in the butt. Then we all got to go see where the criminals are held waiting to go on trial. They yelled at us saying that we would be in their place when we were 20. It was tempting to go up to them and say "Oh but look whos in there now, and who's not. Bitch." Only. We hurried by while avoiding eye contact. I'm going to the prison tomorrow. Death row. ("No! Not the Haunted Prison, stupid.")

Whee! September is back!

Find out what your name really means in various shapes and forms...

Hobbit Name [Mine: Orangeblossom Frumblefoot of Bywater]

Rock Star Name [Mine: Leather Daddy... My favorite one is my friend Ali's: Magnetic Cheeks - Haha]

Wu Name [Mine: Officer Stinkah - Awww Yeeeah]

First Name Meanings

Name Anagrams [One of Mine: Met My Chang]

Is your name on the Funny Name server?

Your Drag Queen Name:
First name ---> Your first pet's name
Last name ---> Your mother's maiden name
[Mine: Little Flower Chia...]

Your Star Wars Name:
First name ---> Take the first three letters of your last name + the first two letters of your first name
Last name ---> Take the first two letters of your mother's madien name + three letters of the city where you were born
[Mine: Che-Ta Ch-Tai ~ That rules]

Wasn't that fun? Now run along and go do something useful with your life. No wait. That's what I should do.

Ugh dude. All my September posts are gone. Stupid blogger for eating them.

You know what song makes me happy? Missy's - One Minute Man. I'ts boingy. Of course, the one that I downloaded has the DJ Clue guy in the background. It's the guy who's sole purpose seems to be just to yell shit in the background of numerous songs and promote DJ Clue. Of course, I don't know if that's really him or not... but whatever. Anyway~ Back to more studying while being interrupted by mad urges to play minesweeper.

And if that's not enough for ya... Joe brings you the Boss.

From the creator that brought you Superfly 1 and Superfly 2, now comes is a tale of the Stone Flies. I can't believe that I find this shit even remotely funny. But... it's amusing. Ugh. I hate me.

Staying up till 3:30 in the morning is not good for the body or mind for someone who has to get up at 6. I knew that I shouldn't have waited until 2 to start on those wretched Scarlet Letter essays. Maybe I should start on them earlier tonight. Then again, knowing me, I'll probably put it off until last minute like I always do. *Sigh* I'm pathetic.

So my day went down like this:
1st Period: We had to take a short vocab quiz. But you can take it with your lab partner. As for me? I took the quiz with 5 of the people who surrounds my table. Then we all went outside to look at the floats and tried to sell donut to raise money for prom.
2nd Period: Had to take a quiz. But our teachers told us all of the answers just because we were actually there in class. (Half of the people skipped.) She gave us questions like, "What happened on September 11th, 2001?" and "What is your favorite cookie?" Then we watched TV for the rest of the period.
3rd Period: Teacher missing. We played cards and watched BET.
4th Period: Teacher missing but was later found. She handed back quizzes. Then we played some more cards, and watched some more ghetto teevee. And then we played hitting games. A friend of mine like, broke one of my hands. Not really. But it hurt. I should have know that would happen since it is a hitting game and all...
5th Period: Went to the library. Learned how to play minesweeper. Beat the old record for the highest score in Pinball. Then I went to class and spent the next hour making bracelets while making fun of fatty. (Just for the record, he's not fat at all... it's just a nickname. He calls me Smelly. They're like, terms of endearment, only, we're trying to insult each other. And because I really do stink.)
6th Period: Prep rally. I despise those. I hate being school spirited. So I stayed in my classroom and talked and complained with another girl.

So that pretty much sums up everything. This would be the only reason why I'm happy we have a football team and homecoming. I get to do nothing... all day ^_^

Good idea: Donut holes.
Bad idea: Eating 72 of them in a matter of 20 minutes for lunch.

I started and finished making a hat yesterday... I like it. It's all blue and fuzzy and stuff... But now I'm just itching to do some crocheting right now but I left my stuff at home... >_< Today is our school's homecoming. Some people are getting decked out in green a yellow, which is probably the crappyist combination of colors. But we do have the best mascot though... The Asses ^_^ Ahh... I feel the school pride all bubbling inside of me and stuff... The senior floats this year is actually really good. They made a huge burro out of duct tape and some other and they dresed him up like Michael Jackson. And they have "Beat it" playing in the background. Okay so my desciption of it sounds really dumb. But it's cool! I swear! But yeah... Not going to the football game tonight. The only reason that I would even think about going is because 2 of my really good friends are on the homecoming court. But the people who go to school football games are either: a.) They *love* football, b.) They *love* this school, or c.) They go just for the after parties. And since I don't love football, or my school, and I don't party... I fall under the category "Big dork who stays at home on Friday nights. On the computer." Yeeeeah. I rule.

"Whatever you do, don't wait until Sunday night to do both of the essays that are due the next day."
"Yeah... wait till Monday morning." ~Words of wisdom from Tom.

My favorite part of my AP Biology book part II --> Table 47.1: "Life Table for Great Tits in Scotland" Okay so the great tits (or Parus major) are common and well-studied small birds in Europe... but "You can gain a great deal of information by looking at the great tits." *Snicker* I swear I'm not immature little boy that's in 5th grade... Promise.

I was looking at one of my friend's (I have friends? What?) webpage and I came across a link, and it linked me to another link. And after much clicking. I came across this which describes in explicit detail what girls have to go through every month... Warning: Don't read it if you get grossed out easily.

Midol is the greatest invention known to women. Or maybe to just to me. I woke up this morning and I thought that I was gonna die. I didn't want to go to school, or get out of bed, or even move for that matter. This was way worse than when I had my dumbass headache. But after I ate me some Midol, I feel much better. One of my friends overdosed on Midol once... It says on the bottle to take 2 every 6-12 hours. She took 10 within an hour and a half. She like, couldn't move, and was all limp and stuff... If any of you have seen 16 candles, you probably know what I'm talking about. The sister took a whole bunch of pms medcine right before her wedding, and because that stuff is a muscle relaxer, she wasn't able to walk down the aisle without falling down. Bllaahhh... I'm going to go work on some homework now. Hopefully I will be able to go to bed early tonight.... I've had no more than 6 hours of sleep in the last 2 days. I always tell myself that I should go to bed early but for some unexplainable reason, I don't. Maybe I shouldn't wait until 1 in the morning to start on homework. So. Tonight. Bed. Early. If I don't start getting some sleep, I will unleash all hell. Or just whine and complain about it like I'm doing now.

Oh! Two more weeks until I get to see boy =) Well, two weeks minus a day because today is technically Thursday. Whatever. I can't wait... I mees him.

My teeth starts to hurt when I stay up too late. It's late. My teeth hurt.

So I'm reading the critial essays in reponse to The Scarlet Letter, right? The author uses the word, 'libido' a *whole* lot in his essay... and when I hear that word, I think Austin Powers 2. You know, the one where Dr. Evil steals Austin's "mojo" (Yes, mojo. The mojo is the life force, the essence, the libido, the "right stuff"... it's what the French call a certain "I don't know what".) So now everytime I see "libido" in the esaay, I can't help but to replace it with "mojo". Heres a little tidbit: "We do not exaggerate the facts of the romance in saying that the question of Dimmesdale's fate, for all its religious decoration, amounts essentially to the question of what use is to be made of his libido mojo." And, "The plain meaning of this outburst is that Dimmesdale has never surmounted the libidinal mojonal urge that produced his sin." And of course, seeing the word "urge", makes me thinking of those damned Herbal Essences shampoo commercials. That, my friends, is what you call quality reading.

"Please don't hurt me. I'm too Jewish to be hit."

Dude I have so much to do tonight. You'd think that because I get home at around 2:30 almost every single day that I'd be finished with homework by 6 and in bed by 8. But. No. It's 11:16 at night, and I haven't done anything yet. I have to write about a critical esaay on The Scarlet Letter, study for a US History test, a Precal quiz, and a Biology quiz. I don't know how I do it. It's a mystery. Oh, and to make matters even better, tomorrow is yearbook pictures day. So if you ever come across a picture of a girl with dark circles under her eyes, unbrushed hair, looking very tired, gross, and unhappy, and wearing a sign on her forhead that says "shoot me now"... that's me.

It's 1:40 in the morming. I haven't done squat all night. I'm supposed to have read The Scarlet Letter by yesterday, but I'm only about 30 pages in to the book. Thank God for sparknotes... I've just sat around all night waiting for Siv to call me, and for Boy to sign on. Neither did. I get to be all tired again tomorrow! Woo. I'm *so* ready for another break...

Oh sweet Jesus, this is one of the best things I've encountered in a long while. I feel so dirty.

Okay. So I don't feel as crapped as I did yesterday. I got to go to school. Then again, even if I did feel crapassed, I probably would still go anyway. I've only had one sick day from school ever since 5th grade. That's one day. In 6 years. And 6 weeks. Because I was sick... And it was because I had a 104 degree fever. Had it only been 102 degrees, I would probably not have missed any school at all. Crazy. I just love school *that* much...

Ugh. I feel like poo. Like... the scum that lives in poo. Like... the bacteria that lives on the scum that lives in poo. Well... I just have a real bad headache. I hope it goes away. Me going to school with one of those is not good. Uch I need a shower too. And a change of clothes. I haven't gotten out of the clothes I slept in last night all day. I plan on sleeping in them again tonight too. Mmm. Yum.

Why did the cookie go to the hospital?
Because it felt crummy.

If I were a cookie, I'd go to the hospital too.

Haha. Oh great stuff. The buildings, chocolate, apparel, and toiletries ones are really funny (they have a "horny remover".) My friend once got a Titanic cd in Taiwan, only it was "Titarnic" and "Leonard DiGaprio". Gotta love those translations... Oh and I still have a pillow back from when I was just a wee little kid (last week) that says exactly this (no typos): Fatty Cat-Pipi. Pipi is a very cute fatty cat and lives in a neas pond. Fishes in the pond and sweet candy bear are its main food and it has a favor make doo doo. Um. So if any of you would care to explain that to me I would be ever so grateful.

This is just kinda sad.

My favorite part of my AP Biology book --> Glossary G-10: Gonads (GOH-nadz) The male and female sex organs; the gamete-producing organs in most animals. Haha. They have that word in the back of my book... Ooh that just makes my day =)

So anyway. Michael Jackson is awesome. A little creeping looking. Wait. Very creepy looking. But that's okay. He has great music... Hmm... It's Friday. You know what that means? Another night of doing kickass Chinese homework.... Aww yeeeeah. I am a total dork. All the "cool" kids go get trashed. Too bad I'm such a nerd, huh. Anyway. I think I'm gonna put off Chinese homework until last minute like I always do and crotch-et (you have to pronouce it like that... ) my scarf...

"Elmer's glue doesn't hold up shoes to a posterboard very well..."

"Hey, where'd Alex go?"
"Ohh... probably off somewhere having a big nose."

So. I'm at school. In the library. Yeah. I'm a dork, so sue me. So I'm reading the code of conduct for "Netiquette" (gotta love that...) and rule #11 states: Use of the network to access or process pronographic material, inappropriate text files, or files dangerous to the integrity of the local area network is strictly prohibited. Damn. Guess that means that I can't go to www.takeituptheass.com anymore. And I thought I could get some private time here >_<. Anyway... www.tammy.com is a porn site! Woo. My name is so totally slutty. *Sigh* I should get a life....

"I'm gonna let you go, I have to go fast."
"What? You have to go because you can't eat?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna go like, watch the sun set or something until I can eat. I have to concentrate on my fasting..."

I think my toes are about to freeze off. Maybe I should put some socks on them. Not on my toes. On my foots. Feet. Maybe I should just get some sleep...

"You skipped school and went to the mall just to take a dump? In the women's bathroom??"
"What?! I had to go! And I was around the mall anyway..."
"Why couldn't you go to your own gender's? That's what it's there for you know..."
"No way. Your bathrooms are much better. Toilet paper and scented soap equipped. Besides, you wouldn't believe the stuff that women talk about in there..."
"*Sigh* You sick, sick bastard."

Weee I just got home... So did any one else watch Miss America tonight? Ms. Tennessee (who I thought happened to be the prettiest...) got third place >_< For the talent section she played piano. Incredible. And they said that she only had lessons for 6 months. Okay I've played piano for 6 or 7 years and I *never* got even *close* to how good she was. Oh well... Ms. Oregon won. Dude, she can sing. And she also looks kinda like one of my friends...

I went to see a play last night. It's called "Assassins" and its about 9 people who have attempted (successful or not) to kill the President. Hrm... Kinda interesting how they would still have that play in a time like this... But it was actually really good. We were a little bit late though... and you know what always happen when you're late, right? You get stuck sitting behind the biggest, fattest, guy in the crowd. Yeah. Dude was right smack in front of me. I had to keep moving from left to right to see the actors (who were only like, 8 feet away from the crowd). And I'm sure that it bugged the hell out of the people sitting behind me. I think it's God's punishment for tardiness...

Anyway. I'm sleepy. And my bed is just screaming my name. Must... resist... bed.... ZzzzZzZZzzzZzzZZZzzzZzzzz

I'm listening to Ozzomatli. Pretty good stuff... it's like... latiny/hip hopish music. Yum =) I wish I knew what they were saying though... In this one song they were like, "Donde se fueron".. and I was all Oh! I know what that means! And I was all proud of myself and... Yeah. 4 years of Spanish and I know what "Where they are" is in Spanish... And I'm not even sure if that's right... *Sigh* Uhhh ... I'll pretend that I did *not* just see my mom Rhumba into my room... Scary.

"Is that a safety pin in your ear?"
"Um... yeah... What?? I ran out of earrings!"
"What are you gonna put in your ear next, huh? A paper clip? A marker? A penis???"
"Um... I think I'll go buy some new earrings this weekend."

It's "teacher plan day" today. You know... when teachers plan... and stuff. Ahhh the joys of going to a public school. So yeah. I got to wake up at 11 (something that I rarely ever get to do), eat lunch, go back to sleep at 1, and nap until 3. Sooo nice. We should have a 3 day weekend, every weekend. Anyway. I should go do some homework now. Mmm. AP Bio... Oooh but Dave Matthews - Spoon is such a good song. I've been listening to it virtually nonstop all weekend. Eep! Homework time!

I'm really really hungry. I guess that's what happens when you haven't eaten for 29 hours. I had fried rice and a peach for lunch yesterday... and haven't eaten since... (Actually... I had a cookie for lunch. It was yum.) Church was 5 hours long today. FIVE hours. And I got a cookie for it... But then I got to go the international groceries place and we got a bunch of snacks that remind me of Taiwan (That's like, the only thing I miss there... Maybe I should get some food now... Good idea, Tammy.

Tammy's tip of the day: Never put off Chinese homework until 2 in the morning the day before it's due. It will take longer than you think. *Collapses on keyboard*

It's *finally* weekend time. I am quite thrilled... We didn't have to do much in school today. My teacher wasn't there for 3rd and 4th period. We had kind of a sub type person come and talk to us during 3rd period. But he ended up talking about how he's eaten ants (they really good and tastes like lemons, apparently... ) and larvas and how his woman sergeant bit a poisonous snakes' head off. Yeah. Nutritious. Then for 4th - 6th, I didn't do anything but sat around and talk to people. Actually, for the last 45 minutes of school, all of us went to the football field for a memorial. It was kinda... nice... seeing everyone out there holding hands. It was a good sight. Anyway. I'm so happy it's the weekend. We don't have school on Monday either! I love 3 day weekends. Mmmm... hibernation time! ^_^

Find your Chinese Zodiac

Apparently, I'm Snort the Ox... caring and trustworth like Alf... but have a hard time loosening up and getting jiggy with it... =) So true... so true...

Oh~ And you might want to also check out your Astro Match. It's kinda neat but then they started talking about a whole bunch of stuff I didn't understand... That's okay though. It's neat =)

Think of someone you love more than anything else in the world. Got it? Okay. Now think of that special person about to come home to you after being away on a vacation or business trip. Yeah? Now think what about what you would do if you got a phone call saying from that person saying that they are the plane and are about to crash. What would be going on in your mind? What would you say? What would you want that last words you two say to each other be? Scary thought isn't it? Maybe I shouldn't take my history classes for granted... It shouldn't have taken this much to open all of our eyes to all the pain, suffering, and hate that people have to endure. We should have realized all this a long time ago. So. Pardon my selfishness, stupidity, and closemindedness down there... My prayers go out to all the victims, family and friends of the victims, and... just... everyone. Monday was an absolutely perfect day compared to what happened yesterday, and I'm terrified of what's gonna happen tomorrow and the days to come... I just hope that we can all make it through... one day at a time.

When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn’t tie your self to me with tears,
be thankful for our beautiful years.

I gave to you my love, you can only guess,
How much you gave to me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown.
But now it’s time I travel alone.

So grieve for me, if grieve you must.
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It’s only for a time that we must part,
So bless the memories within your heart.

I won’t be far away, for life goes on.
So if you need me, call, and I will come.
Though you can’t see or hear me, I’ll be near.
And if you listen with your heart, you will hear.
All my love around you soft and clear.

And then, when you must come this way alone,
I will greet you with a smile, and say,
“Welcome home.”
~Author Unknown

Reading about 30 pages of US History is as interesting as watching paint dry. Actually... I think watching paint dry would be more exciting than learning about the Revolutionary War. At least this isn't as bad as last time, when we had to read over 200 pages from the textbook. If that's not what you call fun, then I don't know what is. Yeah. Staying up till wee hours of the morning doing 70 ID notecards, and then failing the test miserably is just fabulous. Anyway... time for more useless-why-do-I-even-bother-reading-this-because-I'll-never-use-this-shit-ever-again history fun!

On a lighter note* This cursor trail can keep me entertained for hours.

Um... Yeah. So I've concluded that people suck. Maybe I should have realized that a long time ago. But they do. We all do. I want to say that I hate people. But that is the reason why this whole war thing is going on. Hate. I don't know what to say or think because this is all so surreal. War... what good does that do? Is it really gonna help us if we go to war? Maybe I'm just being naive. But it destroys homes, families, sense of security, lives, hopes, and dreams. So what's the point? I never thought I'd be able to see history in the making... And all I have to say is: Can't we all just get along? Settle this over a cup of tea? Life blows...

Hey! You with the hair! Test your reflexes! After hours of hard practice... I got my reponse time down to 0.16 seconds. Yes... many hours. Now it's your turn!

I went to Wild Oats today... For those of you who don't know what that is, it's a Kroger but with all natural and organic stuff. Everything there is either natural and organic... no preservatives or something. When I say everything, I mean everything. The have organic fruit lollipops, organic cotton made clothes, organic beer, organic makeup, organic paper, organic gum... Everything. So I was walking through the all natural shampoo and stuff aisle and I came across the coolest thing: Organic condoms. Why they are in the hair product section, I don't know. Why they are organic... Well, I don't know that either. But they had like... the extra large, the "normal' (haha), and the lubricated. All natural too! Um... excuse my lack of experience with condoms... but uh... how do the "all natural" ones differ from the regular kinds? I think I've given this too much thought... So uh... Nice day out, huh?

So I've read 20 of the 100 banned or challenged books and seen 11 of those book-to-movie movies and is currently reading one right now. Yes. I actually read. Sometimes. 20 is like... a lot for me. How many have you read?(Where's Waldo is among the list... umm... remind me again... why? I bet people were just really pissed off that they couldn't find Waldo. "Where the hell is that stupid striped motherf*cker?! I hate this book! It should be banned so people like me wouldn't feel so dumb that they can't find Waldo...")

*News flash* Boy told me that the reason why Waldo was banned was because there was a topless woman in the beach scene in one of the books... Hurray for cartoon boobies!

Mmmm I just took a 5 hour nap. Soooo nice. Wait. I'm never gonna be able to fall back asleep now. Crapit.

Things Tammy cannot live without... well... can live, but on a very unstable level of sanity... (not in any particular order):

-Sleep. Well... everyone needs sleep. But I've just been deprived of it these past few days...
-Sushi
-Siv
-Chapstick
-Hugs!!!
-My feather blanket
-David
-MP3's and music
-Dave CDs
-Doodling
-My calendar planner dealie ~ I freak out when I'm not organized
-Big Dog!
-Sharon
-Duct tape ~ it holds my life together
-Shoes and purses (What? I'm a girl!)
-Mascara
-Curling iron
-Loving people
-... and being loved back
-4 alarm clocks
-Esther
-Painting
-Kleenex/toilet paper
-Gum
-My mommy
-Kisses (but only from boy, of course)
-E-mail
-Shampoo
-Orange Juice
-My calculator
-BIC pencils
-AOL (as much as it sucks. It's my way of communicating to the outside world)
-Pictures
-You are never too old to learn something stupid...
-I just wanted to throw that in there
-It's a pretty day out
-Ooh... Clouds
-I have to pee
-I'll stop now
-Bye!
-The End

Yeeeeah um... I took a test today that is best described as "being brutally raped up the ass". And I don't know... but referring a test to being anally raped... is... bad. The test was bad. Sad part is, it's not gonna be the last test we're gonna take. Argk. I think I'm just gonna go sulk and whine about it, then take a nap, then sulk and whine about it some more. Oh but Nine Inch Nails - The Fragile is a really good song. I'm not too big on NIN, but this song is good. Mmm. Music is yum.

Woo! I also had someone comment me on my bra strap in 1st period. I think that was the highlite of my day. =) Hurray for cool bra straps!

I need a cat. Or a dog. I need a pet. I'm lonely. I'm gonna try to convince my mom to get me an animal for the millionth time... She always tells me no. But I need one. I need something to talk to. I should talk to a plant. They're suppose to grow better that way... but then again, plants are boring. So yeah... All of my closest friends aren't close at all. They are all far away. And the one that *is* still here... I don't know... We've grown apart since summer... And she's off doin her college thang. Hate it >_<. What I would give to spend another year with them. With them here, that is. My life stinks. =(

I just spent almost four hours messing around with my room. I finally hung up some of the paintings that I have done... I meant to do that awhile ago but I guess I just never got around to it. I still don't know if this is what I want to end up doing... I don't think I'd be good enough to anyway. I'm considering taking photography next year and see how that goes. I think I will like it... These are the times when I wish I could go back to my old school... They have an amazing art program... and just a couple of years ago, they built a new 2 million dollar art department. They had *everything* you could ever want or need. Yeah. And what does the school I'm at now have? Broken crayons, dried up clumpy acrilic paints, colored pencils in the ever-so-popular shades of poop brown, barf green, and orange. They ran out of pencils and erasers already. It's kinda sad... but I mean, I can't really except too much out of a public school anyway. And I think the fact that paying over 10 grand in tuition money each year would get you some pretty decent art supplies. I still kinda wish I had a better teacher though. Cool lady... but lazy as hell. I don't feel like I've been improving at all since I've come to the school I'm at now. I think her laziness rubs off on her students... I usually end up sleeping in her class. Maybe I will switch out next semester... Hrm... Decisions decisions.

Woo! I just had Pokemon macaroni and cheese! They had noodles in the shape of Pikachu and I was all "I am going to eat you, Pikachu, you pestering little devil." *Chomp* Then I realized that it tasted like shit. Eww. It was not that appetizing at all... I should have known that powdered cheese wouldn't be too tasty to begin with. Not ever eating that again.

I went to see Shakespeare in the Park last night... They were performing A Midsummer Night's Dream. I like the book... and the play... well, was... interesting. I think someone that was tripping on acid would find it incredibly frightening. But I wouldn't know since I've never tripped acid or anything... then again, the play frightened me and I wasn't high. So I don't know. Um... It wasn't bad though. I kinda liked it. It was all colorful and stuff...
*Yawn* Me sleepy. I wish school wouldn't start so damn early. They should have it from 10-2. Four hours is more than enough for me to learn about stuff that I'll probably never use in 5 years.
Blah~ I don't think I'm in the mood to talk to myself right now... So until next time... Take care of myself.

"What kind of word is 'methinks'? It's such a stupid word... Who would even come up with something like that? 'Methinks'? Ugh! It's so dumb!"
"Methinks you need to shut the hell up."

Yeah, so I just got back from the airport about an hour ago. Siv left to go back to Cali. And I don't know... my room seems empty. I'm really sad right now. Since Siv was around for the past 10 days, she kept my mind off of things. I didn't really have time to sulk and freak out over stuff like I tend to do. Now I'll have all the time in the world for sulking and freaking out.
Freaking out over what? Well let's see. A girl that I've been really close friends with has left to go to college. I didn't even really get to say bye to her before she left... And the fact that I won't be seeing her every Sunday like I have for so many years... is gonna be really weird. Sivan just left and I probably won't see her till next year. And even though I talk to her on the phone almost every night, it's definitely not the same as just lying together in bed and talking about everything and anything until the wee hours of the morning. School has started. It hasn't even been a full week yet and I'm already stressed out. I worked on AP US History ID notecards for almost 10 hours on Tuesday. TEN hours. And I have a lot of other homework including a lot from Chinese school. Yes. My mom is *still* making me go to that... and I think I've been goin' there for about 7 years now. I've been telling people that one of the things I'm looking forward to most about college is the fact that I'll never have to go back to that wretched place again. I despise Chinese school.
Oh, did I mentioned that Boy is gone as well? Yeah. Him too. I thought that I would be okay and you know... deal with it. And while I am dealing with it, it still sucks. See my previous posts from Taiwan? About how much I complained about missing boy? Okay. I was there for two months. And now this will be a whole bunch of two months for the next four years. And I don't know if we will even last until next summer, let alone four years... I really hope we do. That is one of the things I wish for more than anything else in the world right now. (That and I hope Siv's plane doesn't break.) I don't know. I think I'm just scared of losing someone that means so much to me. And I know that I will never feel the same way towards anyone else the way I feel towards boy. And... I don't want the whole... college thing... to change... us. There's so much more I want to say, but I don't know how to put it into words. Perhaps I'm getting a little too mushy. I think I just need to get some sleep. Which is something that I have definitely been deprived of in the past 10 days.
Until next time, try some Alicia Keys.

"Don't waste your bubbles on a bubble hater!" ~Emily

OH MY GOD. Guess who is here? Like... here here. Right next to me here. My best friend. The one that lives in California. Yeah. She's here. She's came to suprise me. I hate suprises. But this was a good suprise =)

"...Sammy was in the pediatric intensive care unit. He was in an irreversible coma, hooked up to a respirator, with tubes coming out of his nose and mouth. He had permanent brain damage but he was not brain dead. He had been that way for nine months, since August 2, when he choked on a piece of a yellow birthday balloon which burst as it was being blown up. The balloon fragment got stuck in Sammy's windpipe, cutting off the oxygen supply to his brain..."

So I am offically afraid of ballons now. Especially the yellow birthday ones that burst when being blown up and then get fragments of it stuck in your windpipe, cutting off the oxygen supply to your brain. Yeah. Those suck.

I'm supposed to be doing my summer reading reports right now. But I've done that for the past 3 or so hours. I thought I deserved a break... So I was just sorta flipping through this gynormous binder full of old e-mails (from 1998... I used to print out all the good ones...) and I came across this one very informational e-mail that tells me exactly how to be a "cool" asian. Supposedly, you have to...

1.) Be racist
2.) Dye your hair... reddish brown for best results (but then again, blonde turns out to be reddish-brown anyway)
3.) You must drive an Acura Integra or Honda Civic.
4.) Never wear glasses out of class... only FOBs can do so (colored contacs are required)
5.) Be racist
6.) Girls, wear dark lipstick (the browner the cooler... no matter if you end up looking like you stuffed your face in chocolate)
7.) To achieve the "natural" look, apply layers and layers of makeup on... if it starts to look unnatural (heaven forbid), just apply another layer
8.) Curl your eyelashes until they touch your eyelids
9.) Never be caught dead in a group of less than 10
10.) Be racist
11.) Only associate with fellow yellows
12.) When you want to speak about a non-Asian in front of their face, speak your own language very loudly and rudely
13.) Interpret every little thing as a racial issue
14.) Never be on time when meeting friends
15.) Be racist
16.) Dogg on inter-racial couples
17.) A pager is a life necessity (or a cell phone, or both)
18.) Only wear clothes in the exciting shades of black and white (occasionaly cream, brown, or gray are allowed)
19.) Girls must stare at each other more than guys stare at them
20.) Be racist
21.) Always dress like you're going to a party, even when you're only going to Walmart
22.) Hang out in coffee shops when there's nothing to do
23.) Girls must be masters of DDR
24.) Guys must be masters of DDR
25.) Be racist
26.) Make every event a social one... church, school, funerals... etc.
27.) Guys are not allowed to leave the mall without at least one set of digits
28.) Girls - Dress skimpy on a cold day so that a guy has to lend you his coat
29.) Guys must wear their choice of : Eternity, Escape, Tommy, or A&F colonge
30.) Be racist
31.) Carry at least 1,000 pictures around with you wherever you go... pictures of only Asians of course. Sticker pictures are even better...
32.) Take pictures everywhere you go... Guys - always look ruff and all hard-core, lifting your chin up to the lens. Girls - fake smile with the peace symbol, or no smile and no peace symbol
33.) Fit 9 people in a car, when the limit is 5
34.) Be racist
35.) Wear a jade necklace, even if you're not into Buddah
36.) There must be a stringy, Oriental-looking ornament dangling from the mirror of your souped-up car
37.) Girls - Be abnormally obsessed with Sanrio
38.) Be racist


Um... I am the un-coolest Asian. Ever. And has it occured to you that those instructions told me to be racist at least 5 times? Dude, fuck that. If that's what it takes to be cool. I want to be the biggest loser. Oh wait. I already am =)

So... I thought that I should go get my licence today. Oh wait, I need to get my permit first, don't I? Yes. I'm 16 and still licenceless. Permitless too! Shut up, I don't want to hear it. I'm not lazy, I'm just afraid of driving... Wait... No, I'm just lazy. So yeah. I should go and get it. Then again, by the time that I actually do get it, and then wait 6 months, and then when I finally get my licence, I'll be 18 anyway. So might as well wait till I turn 18. Besides. Why drive when all your friends can? Sure does save me some gas money. ^_~ God I'm such a bum. Love me?

I am getting *really* into hip hop these past few days. Try these: Black Eyed Peas, Jurassic 5, and The Roots. Good stuff. Great for bobbing.

Okay... So I was watching Ripley's Believe It or Not tonight and they showed an old lady who walked around with a knife sticking out of her neck without anyone knowing it. Apparently, on her walk to the buy groceries, she was attacked by this dude who supposedly "vanished", and was stabbed in the back of her neck, almost at her shoulder. "Only having mild pains", she keeps walking merrily along. And no one notices. So she gets to the supermarket, gets what she wants, pays, and leaves and goes home. Hello?? No one sees a big knife handle sticking out of an old ladys neck!!! Are they blind? Not even the person who checked her out saw. Um. How hard is it to realize that "Hey, I don't think that's supposed to be sticking out from there. That could be bad." The only evidence that this is true is that the security camera at the supermarket has a tape of the old lady walking around. Oh and what beats me is how the old lady didn't know that there was a 2 inch blade stuck inside her body that was half an inch from hitting her spine... Supposedly, there was no blood either. Yeah okay. Ripley? That lady is scary.

Hey! I'm Vine Man!!!

So this is kinda like the 2nd part to my deliciously long post down there... I was just re-reading what I had written and it made me think of the movie, Sliding Doors. For those of you who hadn't seen it yet, go rent it and watch it, its good. And don't read this (not like you do in the first place) because I am about to ruin it for you. So it's a story about how a matter of seconds can completely change your life. It shows what would happen if main character, Gwenth Paltrow, catches the train, and what would happen if she didn't. So (very condensed summary...) by catching the train, she meets a dude on the way, finds her husband cheating on her, dumps him, hooks up with subway dude, love, sparks, whatever. She ends up getting hit by a car and dies. And by not catching the train, she eventually finds out her husband is cheating on her anyway, blah blah, she falls down the stairs, ends up in the hospital, dumps the husband, and ends up meeting subway dude on her way out of the hospital. So the point of this post? I don't remember. Maybe how tiny little things can change things so drastically. But then again, if life is anything like the movie (you know, since life is *so* much like the movies and all...), anything that happens will merge together in the end anyway. So the moral of this post? Never expect a Spanish inquisition. (*Sigh* Go watch the movie if you don't know what I'm talking about... or Monty Python.)

So um... Summer reading blows? Hey, okay, a book on the Bill of Rights in action? Yeah, that will be fun, lettme tell ya. But that's okay, this will be my last book. Thank God... Hey English department at HHS: Why don't you pick some good books next time, huh? Yah. That'd be nice. Actually, I'm just all whiney because this book really sucks and I want it to be over. The other ones aren't really that bad.
I have to go to the dentist tomorrow. I absolutely despise going to the dentist. I'd rather have a brain transplant than going to get my teeth cleaned. It's pathetic, I know... But I still hate it. I'll be expecting them to give me some happy gas or to knock me out with a slegehammer. I'm not looking forward to having someone probe and jab at my teeth and gums, making them bleed for an hour and then telling me that I need to floss and then send me on my way with yet another crapassed toothbrush, as if I don't have one or 5 at home. Dude! It'd be nice if I was like my grandmother and just.. like, don't have teeth. Have fake ones that you take out at night. Then again, I think I'll look funny toothless. Maybe I'll just wait till I get old. Wah. I don't want to be old. Wah. I'm going to bed.

"2 Eights."
"Um... add one."
"Whatever... BS! *Flips card* "Hah! That's a queen, stoopie."
"Um... Tammy, that's a jack... stoopie."
"Damn."

Um. Where'd all my archives go? Hrm. Oh well. Oh and I apologize for my painfully long blibber blabber down there. But anyway... This right here, made me laugh. Wanna learn how to be a pimp? Bert will tell ya... Oh. And this. Bad humor is the best humor. Don't click on the 2nd one if you get offended very easily. Anyway. Farewell my concubine! (Wait... no... that't not right. Whatever. It was a good movie.)

Why does AOL have to be a butt monkey? (Yes. Butt monkey.) I just got kicked off 4 times in the last 7 minutes. That always happens. Plus, I get crap mail from the "staff at AOL" and from ediets.com all the fuckin time (No. I don't want to go on an e-diet. I already have enough problems and issues with my body as it is, I don't need some online person point out all the flaws and make me hate it even more.), and random people IM me telling me to go "click on their site to see hot naked girls get boned by live animals!" (I don't think that's AOL's fault, but I like to blame them anyway.) It would be cheaper for me to just get a DSL modem than this dumbass AOL account and a second phone line. And I could download stuff a hell lot faster than this turtle piece of junk. Yet, I keep coming back and signing and re-signing on time after time. Damn AOL and their irresistibly colorful icons. Computers are the devil.
Anyway. So two nights ago, I went to my mom to ask for some soap, and I found her crying. That... is something you don't see very often. Except when we watch those corny chick flicks... but that’s beside the point. We weren't watching any chick flicks. She was crying because one of my really good friend's mom (who's really good friends with my mom) is moving back to Hong Kong in a few weeks. My mom was saying how much she meant to her... and how she was like a mentor, an older sister to her. She was just... sad. And I don't know, seeing my mom like that really touches me as well. And then it got me to thinking about the people who are leaving to go to college in less than 2 weeks. One of them I have know for a very long time... and we started to become really close these few years. (She's the daughter of the friend that my mom was crying over..) And this girl, has been sorta like an older sister to me as well. She probably doesn’t know this, but she has taught me so much, and in a way, I kinda look up to her. And knowing that I won't be seeing her every Sunday like I have for oh... the last 5 or so years... really... makes me upset. Oh and along with her, the boy is leaving as well. And maybe all of this hasn't exactly hit me yet, but I know that I will be crushed when he leaves. He, like Sharon, has taught me a lot as well. He so... intelligent. And everything he says just makes... sense. I don't know. I do this thing where I get emotionally (sometimes physically) attached to people... which isn't exactly a good thing cause these people tend to move away and just sorta leave me here. (*Ahem* Megan, Ching, Tsin sue, SIVAN, Sharon, David...) And I'm not too good when it comes to change either. I don't like it, I try to avoid it, but yet it still has that sneaky way of coming back to me. Well... maybe not so sneaky...
But anyway. So yeah. Important people in my life are either not here or are leaving. Well, Esther will still be here... but she's gonna be off doin' her college thing as well. And sure, my friends will come back and visit. But college changes people. They will be in a completely different environment, with new people and new... things. They won't have time or have little time to think of that little junior girl back here. I always say that I should just befriend people my own age. Or I wonder what would happen if I made different choices. Like... what if I didn't decide to be nice and help out the new girl with her schedule back in 6th grade? Would Siv and I be best friends like we are now? Or... what if I decided that I should stay home to help my mom with moving last summer instead of going to camp? I know that Boy and I would not be dating now. And if I hadn't met these people... I would probably be someone completely different. And I like how things turned out they way they are... (Well... I'm not too thrilled about the fact that Sharon and Boy are leaving, and that Siv is on the other side of the country...) But overall, I'm happy. So maybe change isn't that all that bad...
Then again, change just sucks.