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.