One of the most beautifulest songs ever: E.S. Posthumus - Nara. (They did the Spiderman trailer music.) Get it. Cherish it forever.

Fun with Heather:

She: So I think I'm gonna put "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger" in my essay.
Me: That's a good quote. You believe it?
She: To a certain extent... I believe more in the "What doesn't kill you... almost kills you" philosophy.
Me: Yeah, what doesn't kill you, makes you scared shitless for the rest of your life.

Me: Look. I made a paper origami swan.
She: I'll paper origami swan you.
Me: Oh yeah? Well it says you're a stupid ho.
She: I'm gonna stupid ho you.
Me: What? That doesn't even make sense.
She: I'll make sense you
Me: You suck.
She: I'm gonna suc--- Wait. Nevermind.
**2 minutes later, she is dancing in the middle of the classroom**
Me: Heather, please.
She: I'm gonna pleas--- Shit. I hate you.
Me: I'm gonna hate.... you

Me: Stop acting dumb.
She: No, you stop acting dumb.
Me: Your face is dumb.
She: Your mom.
Me: ... Damnit. You always win.

We are perfectly mature young ladies. Really.

Tammy has gotten a little slap-happy with the quiz taking:

I'm Lisa, who are you?

Just a couple posts back I was bitching about how much I have to get done, and guess what I do instead. Take those wretched online tests. Oh don't you worry... There'll be more to come...

take the non-offensive quiz.


Mmm... Old T-Shirt...

Lying to Chinese phone solicitors...

"Ni hao."
"Hello?"
"Ni hao."
"Hello?"
"Ni hao."
"Um... Yeah?"
"Ni jian zhong wen ma?"
"No?"
"Do you speak-a Chine-su?
"No."
"Oh. Sorry. ByeBye." *Click*

28 Days Until School Ends!

I love how teachers tend to pack everything in all at one time. And I know how you people love to hear me complain. Lemme just put a little list up of things I gotta do. It will be kind of like a checklist for me, and just pure entertainment for you.

Tomorrow: A Cold War timeline due, a precal test, NHS induction, class officer cook-out
Friday: 155 fill-in-the-blank questions, a history test, an english test.
Monday: 62 Notecards 62 different topics due. (Sound easy? Sure, except you have to "explain the situation or incident of each topic on the front of 4x6 notecards. Who was the President? Dates? What branches of government were involved? Cause? Effect? On the back, explain what the incident or situation had to do with sectionalism, greater democratization, reform, growth of the federal goverment, or somet other concept/idea. Analyze and explain." 62. Ugh.)
Tuesday: English final (part I)
Wednesday: English final (part II), history final (part I)
Thursday: History exam (part II)
Friday - Wednesday: Bill of Rights trip
Thursday: English AP exam
Friday: US HIstory AP exam
Tuesday: Biology AP exam
Wednesday: Government and comparative politics AP exam
Monday: Economics final
Tuesday: English final (part III)
Wednesday: Precal Exam

It's pure shit that my teacher is giving finals on top of the AP exams. You know, I really should go and get started on studying instead of sitting here and telling you people about how I need to be studying. But I just love whining so much that I just can't control myself. But um... If for some reason I am not online all that often, it's either I'm actually doing work or I've turned insane and started talking to plants.

On a lighter note, Tori Amos is really good. She and Dave are the only music that can actually keep me calm.

I'm gonna go work now. Here's to hoping that my teachers to rip my brains out and stomp on them. Oh wait. They already have. *Sigh*

Good song of Dave's:

You cannot quit me so quickly
Is no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But I got all the time for you, love
The Space Between
The tears we cry
Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep us safe from the pain

But will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Like 'Will it rain today?'
Waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted game we play

We're strange allies
With warring hearts
What wild-eyed beast you be
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep us safe from the pain

Will I hold you again?
Will I hold...

Look at us spinning out in
The madness of a roller coaster
You know you went off like a devil
In a church in the middle of a crowded room
All we can do, my love
Is hope we don't take this ship down

The Space Between
Where you're smiling high
Is where you'll find me if I get tickled
The Space Between
The bullets in our firefight
Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you
The rain that falls
Splash in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into...
The Space Between
Our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain

Take my hand
'Cause we're walking out of here
Oh, right out of here
Love is all we need here
The Space Between
What's wrong and right
Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you
The Space Between
Your heart and mine
Is the space we'll fill with time
The Space Between...

Things that pissed me off today:

*The woman driving 30 in a 45 zone on the way to school this morning.
*One of my friends came to school late and disrupted my train of thought.
*The two girls yelling quite loudly next to my ear to each other in the hall.
*My teacher gave us 62 more notecards to do. Due on Monday.
*A girl I don't like got a really bad tan.
*My commenting thing is still down.
*My 5th period smelled really gross.
*I got a 6/8 on a quiz. And the two I got wrong were right before, but I changed it.
*The wind.
*People kept asking me questions when I was trying to do my work.
*Rational functions.
*They don't have lemon pepper chicken at Kroger.
*I was reading a magazine, away from the aisle to check out. Five people asked me if I was in line.
*My heavy backpack.
*The bird poop on the passenger's side of my mom's car window.
*Riverstages is over the weekend that I'm going to DC.
*When my mom reminded me for the zillionth time when my AP exams are.
*The mysterious white stuff on the stairs up to my apartment.
*There is still a month left of school.

There were more things. But I don't feel like listing. I think I'm getting my period soon cause as you can tell, I've been highly irritable today.

This is wrong on so many different levels. (From Siv)

I'm back, my fellow minions. This weekend has been pretty stressful. As I said in the previous post, the bill of rights dress rehearsal was on Thursday. It was scary. We were filmed and we could see ourselves on the giant TV screen behind the judges ("I just can't get over the giant image of myself. Oh, the possiblities.") That was incredibly distracting. Plus, we get to see the resulting video in class for critique. Joys. Youth Leg was this weekend also, and that went to hell. I guess it was a good experience but I wish I knew what to expect so I could prepare better. But. It's over, and I am happy. Now. Two more weeks until the D.C. trip. Here's to hoping that I don't jab my eyes out beforehand.

I gotta finish up some homework... but... for your viewing pleasure (from Tina):

You’re Michelle Branch! You’re the ‘girl nextdoor’ type of gal. You’ve got a down-to-earth feel about you, and you’re not afraid to be original. You’re still trying to find yourplace in life, but that doesn’t mean you’re not enjoying the trip. Rich and famous? Sure! But you’re not gonna let that go to your head.

What Kind of Pop Princess Are You?

It's been a busy week. Bill of Rights people are all scrambling to finish up our national questions for Thursday night's dress rehearsal. Holy shit, that's tomorrow, isn't it? We have to rehearse in front of our parents, judges, and all the people who've supported us financially. It's big. On top of that, Youth Leg is this weekend. We have *no* idea what we're doing. Those heinous history notecards are due tomorrow. And there's a history test tomorrow as well. Hi. I'm screwed.

I guess I could whine some more but bill of rights people are gonna be here in 2 minutes. So. I'll be out this weekend. Don't miss me too much now.

Sometimes, I think my life just plain sucks. Then I read about people like this and I rethink my life's suckiness. (Via Ben)

So... How well do you guys think you *really* know me? Hmm?

Mom: Tammy, what you want do in college? You should thinking soon.
Me: Well, you know how they say, "Do what you love," but if I did that, then I'd end up majoring in cosmetology. But that's not gonna get me anywhere after I graduate. So I think I might do something in business. Then after college, I could open a business in cosmetology.

Everyone, my life has just been planned out.

I love shoes. Just last week I got some silver ones to go with my prom dress. And today, my mom got me these really nice Nine West black high heels to go with my "lawyer" outfit. Haha. [I have a Youth Leg competition next weekend, then I have to go to DC for Bill of Rights in May. I needed "business casual" clothes... and shoes to go along with them, of course.] I have just a little too many black shoes though. 19 pairs to be exact. *Sigh* I am such a girl.

Samn goes to a rave. This guy makes me laugh. I like i like.

Related to the post I had about genetics: Today, in my economics class, we somehow got to talking about gay people. This is the conversation:

Her: Eww. Gay people are so gross. Why would they choose to do that?
Me: Sometimes it's not their choice, they could be born with the fact that they like people the same sex they are. Just like how you are born with the fact that you like guys.
Her: Whatever. You can't be born gay.
Me: It's been proven that half the time, it's genetic and hereditary. Not learned.
Her: That's bullshit.

I honestly wanted to take the pen in my hand and jab her eyes out. I usually don't get violent because I'm a wuss but I hate people who are disciminatory towards a certain group of people. I can't stand that. And no, I have not had previous issues where people used to pick on me, it's just something that I feel very strongly about. Things people do that piss me off:
-When my mom and I are in the car and driving down the street where she sees a black person on the sidewalk, she will lock the car door.
-When people refer to something or someone as "gay" or "fag" even though it had nothing to do with their sexual preference.
-When certain people from school call the Middle-Eastern looking students "terrorists". Yes. People are *still* doing that.

I guess I could go on. But what's the point. Would I be discriminating if I don't like the people who are discriminatory?

People suck. I hate us.

What is wrong with me? I fell asleep at 7ish, expecting to wake up at 8, but no. I woke up at 11, started on reading some material for Chinese school, and fell right back asleep until 1 in the morning. I'm wearing this pajamas that make me feel really hot and my room is all stuffy, so when I woke back up, I didn't feel energized, only all ugh. (That's the only word to describe the feeling. When I woke up the first thing I said was "ugh".) Now my body is gonna be all confused cause it's thrown off track. I'm hungry since I didn't have dinner but I don't want to eat at 2 in the morning, I'm gonna have a hard time falling back asleep since I'm a loser and took a 5 hour nap, therefore I'll be all tired tomorrow. Everything is messed up! I broke me.

"They are your genes, not the government's, and you should always remember that." -Chromosome 19, Genome

Okay, Mr. Ridley, I'll keep that im mind. (That sentence is taken completely out of context, that's why it's funnier than it should be.)

This book is actually pretty interesting. If you interested in all that yummy stuff swimming around inside of you, then you should look into this book. My favorite chapter: X and Y Chromosome: Conflicts. "There is no room for doubt that homosexualty is highly heritable." Yeah. For all you ignorant people out there, homosexuality is a lot of the times genetic and not always learned. Live with it.

In other news: I should go to bed. So. Night everyone.

	You are Kermit! Though you're technically the star, you're pretty mellow and don't mind letting others share the spotlight. You are also something of a dreamer.
Take the What Muppet Are You? Quiz!

Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?

You are Optimus Prime!

Vast, red and ready to turn into a lorry at the slightest provocation, you are a robot to be reckoned with. Although sickeningly noble, you just can't resist a good interplanetary war, especially when Orson Welles is involved. You have friends who can shoot tapes from their chests. Tapes that turn into panthers. And other friends who are dinosaurs. Dinosaurs who jump out of planes. Will you have my children?

Ladies and Gentlepeople, I have only sixteen pages left of a 543 page book. It was actually a really good book... So I didn't really have any trouble reading it though I did fall asleep a couple of times. In other news, I added a comment dealie thing. So... Say something. Come on, you know you want to. All the cool kids are doing it. (Yes, I know the form is all black, *ahem*, I meant to do it like that to give you people a hard time.)

Quite a number of people were absent from school today, supposedly from getting mono over the weekend. [Reminder: Prom (pw: burro) was on Saturday] But also, today there was a huge History multiple choice test and DBQ, both are the last grades for this 6 weeks, the grade that will either fail or pass most of us.

Teacher: You know how they say that mono is the kissing disease, but now we all know that's not true... it comes from U.S. History tests.
Daniel: Yeah, see, I didn't study, and I'm perfectly fine. Don't study, stay healthy.
Teacher: I can see that wasn't the case for Davey over there (*points to boy slumped over on his desk, passed out*).
Daniel: He got too close to the History book!

So... I didn't get mono this past weekend either and I feel fine. But guess what I didn't do?!

[Update: Just for the record, I did *not* fail History. I actually did decently well on the muliple choice part of my test. My fingers are still crossed for the DBQ.]

Oh wow. This prince gives me the chills. Not the good kind either. :::Shudders:::

Weekend update: Boy came back to town on Friday. Yay! =) My prom was last night. We went to Valentino's for dinner along with 5 other couples. I had never been there before, but it's a cute little restaurant. Romantic. I like. By the time we finished dinner and got to the Sheraton (where our prom was held), it was already 9ish. Just in time for Senior presentations. 45 minutes of a jillion seniors getting their names called while walking down the center of the stage. It was pure excitement I tell ya. After that we sat around and talked and mingled a little because I refuse to dance. Then we left early to go back to his house (Shut up! There was no sex =P) I think we were at dinner long than at the Sheraton. But. Overall, it was fun. I got to dress up all fancy and do makeup and hair and nails. Plus I got to see Boy. That is my favorite part <3

Davezilla's worst dates ever. (Worst Date No. 2 was my favorite.) Funny, funny, man.

My mom and I just circled our entire block and then lifted some weights at the gym. It was actually pretty fun. Well, not fun because I hate exercising. It was a really nice night out, and my mom asked me if she wanted to go take a walk, I though, "Oh, what the hell. I need to get in shape anyway." So, we power walked for almost an hour, and about 20 minutes of weights. Now, I'm craving some chocolate chip cheesecake. WHAT DO I DO?!?!?

On the way back up the stairs to our apartment, I saw a room where a girl (I just assumed it was a girl, though I could be wrong,) had pink christmas lights draped over her window. And that made me want to plug in my blue ones in. So I did. Now my room is bluearific.

In 6th period today (teacher not there), we were telling each other gross stories. And I thought it would be so very nice of me to share with the rest of the group:

Yuck Story #1
One of my friend's aunt is a gynecologist (you know how great of a story this is gonna be...) and she had this patient come in one day saying that she had this really bad smell coming from in between her legs for a few weeks, but she wasn't sure what it was. She wasn't on her period, nor was she pregnant. She was afraid that she might have contracted a STD or something. So the gynecologist had her checked out, ran some tests, all of which came back negative. She did not have an STD, she wasn't pregnant. Nothing.
Doctor: What do you use when you are on your period? Pads or tampons?
Her: Pads. I'm not really sure how to use a tampon, I've only used it once, and I didn't really know what I was doing.
The doctor then checked one last time and she discovered something you know... in there. She pulled it out. A tampon. This woman had a tampon in her for the past 6 weeks. That's what the smell was. What I want to know is: How did she not remember to take it out? How did the doctor not find it the first time she ran the tests? And. Just. Ew!
Ick Factor: 8

Yuck Story #2
A girl and this guy she was flirting with at a party got pretty wasted. They went back to her room and were getting their groove on. They had sex quite a number of times that night. The next morning, after the girl got sobered up, she discovered that she had been on her period, and had a tampon in when she was having sex. But because of the intercourse, the tampon was pushed all the way in, and the string was nowhere to be seen. She had to get tweezers to get it out.
Girl (to boy): Hey, come help me get this out will you?
Boy: Hell no. That's sick. I'm getting out of here.
Ick Factor: 5

Yuck Story #3
I'm not sure how valid this story is, but my friend claims she heard it from a reliable source. And with the crazy stuff people think of these days... it could happen. Anyway, here goes: There was this woman who went to the grocery store and bought a live lobster. She had some weird fetish involving stick a lobster up her most intimate of places. Okay, very weird. So she went home and got undressed I would assume, and proceeded to insert the lobster, tail first, into herself. And in order to make the lobster move to fulfill her sexual desires, she lit a match in front of the lobsters face, and was supposed to burn it a little. Instead of receiving the sexual gratification that she had anticipated, the lobster freaked out and basically took a shit inside of her. But supposedly, the lobster was a female, and not only was it female, it was also pregnant. So not only did it take dump inside the woman's vagina, it also released all its eggs. The woman now had lobster feces and eggs swimming around inside of her. Okay. So the story seems unlikely... but who would even want to make up something like this?
Ick Factor: 10

Yuck Story #4
Via Sivan, event she experienced when she was in 3rd grade. There was a boy who went to her elementary school who had switched to a different school after second grade. In third grade, he came back to visit his buddies. And Sivan remembers him as the boy who never stopped picking his nose. So that day, in horror, she sees him pick his nose and wipe it on his green shirt. She was incredibly grossed out and thought she was going to vomit.
Ick Factor: 3
Ick Factor to a 8 year old girl: 8
Yum Factor to a 8 year old boy: 9

Yuck Story #5
Boy told me this, who heard it from his friend. Story probably has been changed and most likely exaggerated for desired effect. His friend (who's in college, apparently) had a suitemate who had some bacterial infection or something, and smelled really bad. Like... down there bad. The kind of bad when you would walk into her room, you'd go, "*sniff* Whoa... Vagina." And... the room just reeked of nasty. Supposedly, the girl has lots of sex too. The guy must be *really* drunk to be able to not pass out from the extreme scent.
Ick Factor: 7

Yuck Story #6
Via AWG: Extra Crispy panties.
Ick Factor: 10

Now that I've shared such enlightening stories with the rest of you ... run along now and spread them to all your little buddies. They will come in handy for story time with the kids.

In response to the Chinese comments on March 28:

Friend: Find some information about what we need to talk about on China.
Me: Why? Our teacher told us everything we needed to know about the Chinese. That there's lots of 'em, they're short, and they like rice. *Evil glare at teacher*.
Teacher: What? You don't like rice?
Me: I do. But some people don't. And some of us aren't short. I'm not short. Can you be any more stereotypical?
Teacher: Well... yeah. I can. They know martial arts, they have slanted eyes, they eat dogs, and they're good at math.
Me: ... But those aren't stereotypes. Those are facts.
Friend: Dude. No wonder you came here. Taiwan kicked you off the island for being a horrible person.
Me: Hehe. Yeah.

Today, in my English/History block, our class had a Harlem Renaissance festival. The class was divided up into 4 main groups: art & poetry, music & dance, food, and fashion. I was in the food group, the biggest one; over half our class was in that group. But that's really okay because this is what we all brought to share with the class: turnip greens, fried chicken, cornbread, fried okra, iced tea, lemonade, barbeque chicken, banana cream pie, brownies, and lemon ice box pie. Yum =) I'm am still full from all of that.

Dumb response:
Teacher: What did you bring?
Me: Lemon ice box pie.
Teacher: So how does that relate to the Harlem Renaissance?
Me: Um.... People back then liked pie?

*Sigh* So anyway... Two of my friends did the music & dance portion. They spent 5 hours watching the beginning of "It's a Wonderful Life" to learn the choreography for the Charleston. It was amazing. They got all dressed up for it too. Girl had on this blue little flapper dress. It was cute. And boy had on this red and white striped shirt with a bowtie. I told girl to do the Milli Vanilli dance and claim that it was the dance of the 1920's, but to no avail. Um um um... what else... Oh yeah. Happy April 1st! Haha... just kidding... Happy April 1st!