Hi hi~ I think I am going to be taking a little break from here for awhile. Just need some time to figure some stuff out and find out what I want in life... You all will be greatly missed...

~Me <3

P.S. Did you know that 660 = 1 furlong, 2 barrels = 1 hogshead, and 1 fathom = 6 feet? Why on Earth did we not just go with the metric system? Sure would make life a heck of a lot easier. Of course, there are people who disagree.

Not really The Friday Five because it is Saturday...

1. What is your current occupation? Is this what you chose to be doing at this point in your life? Why or why not? No current occupation. However, I do want to get a job though after school. I need money because I don't have any.

2. If time/talent/money were no object, what would your dream occupation be? A famous fashion/interior/grapic designer. Either that or a food critic so all the famous restaurants will prepare their best foods for me. And... I will be able to eat as much as I want, whenever I want, and not gain an ounce. =)

3. What did/do your parents do for a living? Has this had any influence on your career choices? My dad was a doctor, my mom is a physical therapist. And yes, it does have an influence on my careear choice. I know that I am *not* doing anything that has to deal with the medical field. It's emotionally and physcially draining, and while I can deal with one at a time, I can't do with both simutaneously. I can't deal with a place filled with sickness, disease, and death. I don't want to have to build relationships with my patients and then lose them. I don't know if I could live with myself if that happened. I am way to weak for that.

4. Have you ever had to choose between having a career and having a family? Why yes. All the time.

5. In your opinion, what is the easiest job in the world? What is the hardest? Why? Easiest? Working at a store with a few of your buddies that has no customers. Because customers suck. Hardest? There's so many... I think surgeons, doctors, janitors, teachers, waiters, the guy who had to jackoff animals in order to obtain semen samples, etc.

This game is obscenely fun. Oh. If you spank the monkey fast enough, it will play an awesome song for you. (Haha. That sentence make me giggle.) My highest was 375 mph. But I did that on the 3rd try and I couldn't get it that high again.

What did you get?

Oh my God! I want one! I would so totally get my licence if someone got me one. Pleeeeease?

Someone searched for "Barnyard+Fun" on Google.

I'm hoping to God that he/she means something like this and not something like... you know. But why do I have the feeling that the search wasn't for kid's finger puppets? :::Shudders:::

I wore a furry hot pink slap bracelet to school today. It made me happy. But not too happy when people started to pull on the fur. That made me mad.

So shool has been in session for a week and a day now. It's going great except for the whole "going-to-class" thing. Umm... I think we are getting out senior lunch back. Oooh yeah. Off-campus lunch, one hour, everyday. Word. That whole "no flip flops" thing has been thrown to hell by now. Most of us are being rebels by wearing them to school daily. Oh! The horror! Then again, I think teachers and principles have much better things to do with their time then look at what's on our feet.

I've changed my schedule a million times...
I dropped psychology to take physics.
I dropped AB Calc to take BC Calc, meaning I had to move English from 1st period to 3rd.
I dropped Art III in 2nd semester to take Theater Productions.
I realized that I already had a physics credit, dropped it to take "Critical Thinking" (Easiest yet most fun class, ever.)
My guidance counselor said that she would like the student council to be office aides. So I dropped Critical thinking to be that.
Now I want to switch who I'm going to be an office aid for.

Okay so that's not a million times, but I love my guidance counselor for having to put up with me =) Yay!

The classes that I have now are not too bad. It's a good combination of hard and easy classes so I'm not bombarded down with work like I was last year. Oooh... Bad memories... Good luck to those of you who are juniors this year =)

So I realize that I'm going to college in a year. That is an absolutely frightening thought. I cannot wait. I know that I'm going to be sad to be leaving here and friends and my mom once the time comes, but I'm looking *very* forward to it. I'm not even sure where exactly I want to go. The colleges that I really *want* to go to are butt-hard to get in. So that doesn't leave me with many "not-too-hard-to-get-into-colleges" that I like... But there is one thing for sure: I am not staying here. I love Nashville, but it's been too long now, you know? Yeah. If you lived here, of course you'd know. I think I'm ready for a change. No, I know I'm ready for it. Oh God, and I know I'm going to be terrified when the time finally comes. *Whines* But hey, I've got one year left, so... gonna make the best out of it.

Just for the record:

Is it GODZILLA?
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I am so smart...

I had to wake up at 7:30 on this lovely Saturday morning to go to school to help out a teacher with organizing some stuff. I'm not trying to suck up to the teacher... No! Really! I'm getting paid. Pretty well too, considering the fact that I'm really not doing anything except assigning books and stapling papers. I took a nap when I got home because I was sleepy.

Esther and I were supposed to fast today for church. And everything went okay for most of the morning and afternoon. But when it came down to dinner-time, I thought that I was going to pass out. I usually can't go 10 minutes without munching on something... a whole day? Yeah... So Esther and I made some mashed potatoes and ate some cookies. I feel a a lot better now, disappointed that I couldn't go a whole day... but not starving.

Boy left bright and early this morning, leaving me with a sad heart and a hickey on my face. Triste. It's going to be weird not having him around again. But I'll be alright. Hopefully. *Sigh* =(

Good quotes from a guy in class today:

"There's this woman from Kazakhstan who lives in our attic."
"I'm pretty sure that it was a Communist rally... Oh wait, it was a People's Democratic League protest."
"She had to make like, a thousand tortellinis."

I would just like to let everyone know that Eric Chang is my new personal hero. I just got more than 3 hours of tutoring from the smartest guy to graduate from MLK this year (literally, too. He was the valedictorian or something obscene). I will be eternally grateful. Thank you, Eric =)

Woo! Day over! Now I am enjoying chex mix and good music. Today was okay... I like most of my classes even though I already know that I'm going to fail Calculus and Physics sucks butt. Oh, and a note from the student council: "Attention seniors! Bring an one-inch photo for your senior ID so that you are able to eat ON campus! They are free!" Something's just not right.

"A strength I see myself having is that I care about people, which is a good quality to have in my opinion, otherwise I would grow up to be the old codger who sits in a rocking chair on his porch with a shot-gun." ~Chris Reynolds

A good strength indeed...

School starts in about 7 and a half hours. *Sigh* It hasn't even started yet and I'm already sick of it. Aye me...

"Crazy Dips" (aka "Pop Rocks" knockoff) tells me that I've got to be crazy to try it. Just so everyone knows... I'm CRAZY!!!

The illustrational directions on how to eat this peculiar food item is quite funny. Check it out sometime. Now located at your local grocery store check-out aisles.

I have been reading some post of my friends and I see that they are complaining about all of their summer reading, and how much they have to do... And "oh my god I haven't even started on my two books and I'm never going to finish and blah blah blah." Hey, at least you dont have EIGHT books to read, mmkay? For six of the books, I have to write two essays each, and for the other two I have to make notecards for. So unless you want to share my agony, enough with that whining from all of you!

Just for the record, I am just about done with my reports. Aren't you proud of me? I will actually be done *before* school starts, and not scrambling to get it finished during first and second period on the first day of school.

I am not plural
Conversation with a friend tonight:

Me: How was your trip?
He: It was pretty cool... Rhode Island is kind of interesting and i got to see some cool music.
Me: Awsome. You had fun, no?
He: A bit, it wasn't my type of vacation, but it wasn't too shabby.
Me: Ahh... I see. So what would be your kind of vacation?
He: I've narrowed it down to two types of vacations. Situation 1: I sit (mostly lying) in front of a tv with good movies, lots of pizza and hamburgers, and doesn't get up for 6 days. Scratch that.... 10 days
Me: And get fat! Whoo!
He: Yes. Porker fat. Situation 2: I go to very cool places with very cool people and does very good things like go to Yankees games or broadway places or soccer games or the beach or Taiwan.
Me: WOO TAIWAN!! But you cannot go with me because I am not cool people.
He: Unless you're plural I don't see how you could be cool people.
Me: Good point.

The Friday Five:

1. Do you have a car? No. Because I am a loser and don't drive. I turned 17 in March, and did not get my permit until April. And I didn't get it because I wanted to drive. I got it because I needed a photo ID for a school trip.

2. Do you drive very often? No. I drove my mom's car last week and she freaked out. It was funny =)

3. What's your dream car? Don't really care. Just want one that won't die on me, with air conditioning, and a stereo. A silver car would be nice.

4. Have you ever received a ticket? Don't drive, remember? Yeah, remember that I am a LOSER?

5. Have you ever been in an accident? Yeah. But it was when my mom drove. I just happened to be in the car. So I don't take the blame.

This site kept me amused... yet completely disgusted at the same time. It's funny in a bad way. A very bad way. And incredibly disturbing. Enjoy!

Hello. My stripper name is The Sexy Terri Berry. G'day.

Tammy recommends...

August In Bethany by The Julianna Theory. It is a really pretty/sad/good song.

I have been running short of interesting things to post recently... Mainly because nothing interesting ever happens in my life. I do apologize. Last night, Esther came over with her ex-but-probably-soon-to-be-again-boyfriend and we went to this new place called Atlanta Bread Company. The few bites that I had stolen from Esther's plate were pretty good. But at one point during dinner, I went back up to the counter cause Esther wanted me to go tell them to heat up her food because she is a lazy-ass and the guy that worked there was all, "So, ready for another fun year at Hillsboro... Tammy?" And I was like, "Hey, that's kinda creepy. How'd you know I went there." Supposedly, he is going to be a junior there and he's seen me around, and he knew Esther from the year before. Neither of us knew who the heck that guy was. Anyway, we rented Resident Evil and came back to my house and watched it. Esther fell asleep. She's been doing that a lot lately... she got back from Taiwan on Saturday night, and she's had jetlag since. So she will fall asleep at random times during the day. A couple nights ago I was talking to her about some movie, and she fell asleep on the phone. That's not nearly as bad as when she fell asleep on the phone with Ken while he was praying. But I digress. We all went swimming at 11:30ish. It was really cold too. I mean, it's been hot nuggets the last few days, even late at night. But it was chilly last night, and we were freezing in the pool. Esther spent the night. So that's about to the extent of what I did yesterday. I had a good sleep. Esther and I made real mashed potatoes today. It was yummy. Plus, it was fun to make. And I realized that I really like to make/cook things... just hate cleaning/washing up. So if anyone wants some dinner, I'll make and you clean. Deal? Deal.

Cricket is fun. You get to hit things with a bat. Doesn't get much better than that...

I am sleepy. I went to Boy's house tonight and we watched Lord of the Rings... twas good. Very, very, pretty. I never thought that I would describe a movie as "pretty", but this movie was. It was almost as pretty as Peter Jackson's Dead Alive. Anyway, I guess that's about all for now. I am listening to songs from South Park. I am sleepy. G'night.

A sad moth story:

Last week, my mom and I decided to swimming at around 9:15 at night. My mom wants to learn how to swim and she thinks it will be good exercise for her, and I just like to be in water. So as my mom and I got to the pool, I jumped right in, but my mom got a call on her cell phone. I decided to waddle around in the shallow end. Since it was dark out, the pool lights are turned on at the shallow end (I think the other side's are broken). Nocturnal bugs are, of course, drawn to the lights and fly toward it, but much to their dismay, they discover themselves trapped in a giant pool of chlorine. And this is when our hero, Tammy, comes in to save the day (Cue MightyMouse theme song). I've never been a big fan of the arthropoda phylum, in fact, looking at pictures of insects usually make me squirm. However, I was in a very save-the-drowning-moths-from-the-pool mood that night. So as my mom is talking on her phone, I am in the pool, trying to scoop out all of the poor little moths that are desperately trying to get out but in vain. I managed to save about 4 of them with ease, but then there was one that I had to struggle to get out. Finally, after many attempts, I scoop out the moth out near my mom's feet. I felt a wave of satisfation and relief knowing that I saved one more moth come over me. I looked at that moth, drying itself off, smiled at it and decided to name it Bob. Then, I swam a few feet away to rescue another bug when, in the corner of my eye, I saw my mother pick up a shoe and savagely beat Bob to death before I could say anything. I had just witnessed the horrid murder of my new friend by my own mother. And of course, she didn't know what she had done wrong because she was still on her damn phone. I was seriously upset. It was not a good night.
The end.

Lauren said to me today: "You are a good size."

That made me happy. =)

[Sidenote: Not "good size" as in "nice boobs", you perv.]

I went to see Signs tonight with my mom and Lauren. It was a pretty good movie, and some of the scenes scared the bejeezus out of me. Then again, I get scared very easily. However (Quick! Sheild your eyes cause I'm going to ruin the movie for you), the alien at the end of the movie looked really lame, and I just lauged a whole lot at it. Joaquin Phoenix cracked me up as well. Anyway, the movie doesn't have to do as much with crop circles and aliens and "signs" as it does with the main character's (Mel Gibson) faith. I liked the ending. Plus... This movie was a good follow up of M. Night Shyamalanmanywibnlxpoqan's last movie, the god-awful Unbreakable, which is one of the worst movies I have ever seen. Okay, so aside from the bad movie review, I'm looking for a job. So... if anyone is willing to you know, hook me up. It would be greatly appreciated. =) I love you?

TheDanceMan is awesome. He's got me all in a dansy mood now...

You know what else hurts? Soap in an eye. You know what hurts even more? Soap in both eyes. Tonight's face washing rutine routine did not go as nicely as I had planned... And... How is it that my hot water is colder than my cold water? Something just ain't right.

Getting your belly button ring caught on a sweater while trying to take it off hurts. A whole lot. I wonder what pierced outies look like. Must be odd. Anyway, I must go clean off the blood now.

Hello. On today's rant topic, I would like to discuss the absurdity of our metro's school system. First and foremost, I would like to point out that Pedro Garcia is an idiot. Oh, and Tennessee is what? 50th in education in the U.S.? Yeah. We suck royal ass. Okay, now that that’s out of the way, on to the more important stuff...

Dress code (this is taken directly from the newsletter I got in the mail today):
“Skirts, skorts, and shorts must reach and extend below the fingertip.” This rule does not affect me as much as it could affect others, merely because my arms are not that long, and my legs are not that short. However, what happens if a girl has obscenely long monkey arms? When a girl wears shorts, they have to be short, hence the name. If they are too long, they become capris. And then there is that awkward “in-between” stage, where shorts linger between the “shorts” and the “capris” phases. The “in-betweeners” look just plain... unpleasant. What happens if your fingertips fall right in that “in-between” area? And what if girl had really short arms? Then she’s allowed to wear shorts that are up her ass? But hey, she’s technically able to because her shorts do not extend below her fingertips.
“Topcoats may not be worn in the classroom. No more than one lightweight outer garment with pockets may be worn.” Um. I’m sorry but if it’s 5 fucking degrees outside, and our heat system doesn’t work because it hardly ever does, I am going to wear my topcoat, okay? I would rather get detention than have to suffer through a 2-week long flu.
“All pants must be worn at the waist.” I’m sorry, but *none* of my pants actually hang right on my waist. They all go on my hips. I can understand if you don’t want people sagging to the point that their whole asses are hanging out and they have to walk funny just to keep their pants on, but please, on your waist? Do they even make pants that go right at your waist now anyway? Maybe sweatpants...
“Appropriate footwear must be worn at all times. No flip-flops or house shoes.” No flip-flops?! Half of the whole school won’t have shoes to wear! I mean, there are some really *nice* looking flip-flops out there. I cannot fathom why flip-flops are considered inappropriate in any way. Maybe metro thinks they are disrespectful? They can’t be any worse than some old, beat up sandals, patched together by duct-tape. Distracting? Unless someone has a ardent foot fetish, I don’t see how they would be distracting? Dangerous? Can’t be any more dangerous than the 5 inch heels that some girls wear to school. Or those obnoxious sneakers with wheels (yes, people *have* worn them to school before). I just want to wear my flip-flops. Please?
“Tattoos that display drugs, sex, alcohol, tobacco products must not bee seen at anytime.” What if I had a tattoo of a girl sucking dick while holding a cigarette in one hand and a vodka bottle in the other hand? What? Just wondering...

Loss of teachers:
There has been extensive cuts of teachers in metro schools. We lost about 9 just in ours. And that’s not including the teachers that have been transferred or ones who decided to move or retire. The 9 teachers were cut based on seniority rule, so some of our splendid ones had to go, leaving us some of the old and unbelievably vile teachers.

Senior lunch:
Before us lucky ones got to be seniors, our school awarded an one-hour off-campus lunch to all seniors as a privilege. Now, not only do we *not* get off campus lunch, lunch time has also been reduced to 30 minutes, with an half hour of “study time”. That “study time” will last about 2 weeks. They try to do that every year but to no avail. When will they ever learn? Oh, and how are you gonna take away the one good thing about being a senior? I mean, that’s what we’ve all been waiting for since freshman year. To be able to get the hell out of school for just one glorious hour to eat some food. They say that students should eat healthier, but please, anything I eat I school would lead to bad heart problems, clogged arteries, or some rare, unknown disease. I bet you I can find food out that is 1,000 times healthier than that crap they try to feed you at school. Scared for our safety perhaps? Why do you think there are zebra lanes for? Besides, maybe you should keep an eye out for our parking lots after school. The fights that break out sometimes are obscene. I am no more secure at school than I am crossing the street to get lunch. Student council is trying to make some compensation for the loss of our lunch... they are thinking of building a “senior room” where we can go eat. And by “senior room” I mean “we are going to complain all year because we don’t have off-campus lunch anymore room”.


Just for the record, this was written purely out of fury and I needed to get it off my chest. And I do realize that it's written completely from one perspective. And now that's done with, here's how you become a ninja. I actually tried this one out. I must say, that I did look particularly kickass (not at all).

Woo! The Friday Five:

1. What is your lineage? Where are your ancestors from? China, Hong Kong, Taiwan.

2. Of those countries, which would you most like to visit? China. Haven't been there yet. Plus, Hong Kong is there.

3. Which would you least like to visit? Why? Umm... I guess Taiwan since I've already been there lots of times.

4. Do you do anything during the year to celebrate or recognize your heritage? Chinese New Year! Yeeeah! Then again, I don't know if I could call it *celebrating* my heritage. Because the party that's held here aren't really all that festive. Sit around and eat Chinese food and listen to people sing/dance. It's actually pretty boring.

5. Who were the first ancestors to move to your present country (parents, grandparents, etc)? Uh... My parents, I believe.


Enough of that. Ever wonder exactly what causes hurricanes? Well, lo and behold here is your answer. (I'm going to have that song stuck in my head for the rest of the day.)

I was wandering around the web tonight, and I came across this site. I believe that I'm going to be staying up late looking how much is inside all of those products. The guy makes me laugh.

This kid has just made my day. He is quite possibly the hottest 11 year-old ever. In other news, apparently, President Bush's mad dancing skillz paid off cause now he's twerkin' it with Britney Spears. (Haha. I used "President Bush" and "twerkin' it" in the same sentence.)

Quiz time:

Ahh, you are "Velveta Shells and Cheese". You are expensive, no
denying this, but its the price you pay for quality. You
don't even require other food supplies. Water and a pan
is all you need to get by. That silver bag your cheese
comes in looks like something out of the 23rd century, but
it's cool! And those crevices in the shells hold the cheese
so well... You Rock!

Take the What Kind of Macaroni and Cheese Are You? Quiz

Created by LJ User RobProv222

You hear that? I'm cheesy and I rock.

I watched Dead Alive with Boy tonight. Okay, so I thought Blade 2 was gruesome, but this movie is about 100 times worse. Boy told me that this fine product was directed by Peter Jackson, who also did Lord of the Rings. It's a definite winner... 90 minutes of pure guts and blood. Well, 90 really funny minutes of pure guts and blood. I wouldn't suggest watching this movie if you have a weak stomach for it is quite possibly one of the goriest movies. Ever. Pictures? Certainly.

In a somewhat related post: you can rate poo. Let's all hope that they have mighty strong plungers, especially this guy. Just for the record, I went through about 3 of them and clicked out cause I thought I was about to hurl. I didn't look through all of them or anything. No, seriously. [Via: Ken]

So I've been having mega problems with my toilet recently. It will flush *sometimes*, and by sometimes, I mean *very rarely*. But I never know when it will flush, I always going into the bathroom with high hopes and quickly become very disappointed once I realize that it's not flushing correctly. Having to use the plunger when there's a steamin' piece of turd in the way is not fun. Not fun at all.