Awww Yeeeeah... Shitty animation, bad parody of Tupac's "Changes"... Makes me proud to be an asian. Hey! Rice is nice, okay?

I like ER. Not as good as when Dr. Clooney was on it, but it's still good. It's intense, I tell you! And it's almost as good as Will and Grace. Favorite line from it tonight:

Karen: "Knock knock. Who's homo?"
Jack: "I am! I am!"

Well in other news, I'm going on a field trip tomorrow... or what we high and mighty highschoolers like to call, "School Related Activity". Best part is... I get to miss a whole day of school. Bad part is... I'll have to make up an English test, a History essay, and a precal quiz. Boo. Hrm... oh yeah, it's my mom's birthday. Everyone say Happy Birthday to Tammy's mom! Actually... I don't think she needs a bunch of people reminding her that she's getting old, cause she's like, 100.

"Have a chcken nugget."
"No, thanks."
"Take one."
"No, I'm not hungry."
"Take one! I"m can't finish them!"
"Then why did you get the 9 piece intead of the 6?"
"Cause what if I wanted 7?"
"Oh yeah. Good call."

Esthero is awesome. She sounds like a mix between Bjork, Sneaker Pimps, and Erykah Badu. More like an American Bjork though. I like. =)

Whee! It's been a whole year! Me = happy. =) <--- See? Happy. I love my boyfriend. He's amazing. And cute. And he gives me such adorably romantic nicknames like, "meat-head". What more could I ask for?

And guys... top ten things to never say to your girlfriend. Except. I've been told at least 4 of those thing, such as #6. You don't need another pair of shoes. ("You see, it is not a rumor or stereotype that women have too many shoes. It is a reality.") Hey, boys like video games, I like shoes. You don't ever hear me say, "You have too many video games", do you? Oh wait... ^_~

Also... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SIVAN, you old freak! =)

From AP Government today:

Politics Made Simple


Capitalism (Theory)
You sell one cow and buy a bull.


Capitalism (Reality)
You have no cows.
The bank won't lend you money to buy cows because you don't have any cows to put up as collateral.


Feudalism
You have two cows.
Your lord takes some milk.


Pure Democracy
You have two cows.
Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.


Representative Democracy
You have two cows.
Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk.


Environmentalism
Free the cows.
Shoot the government.
Drink soy milk.


Communism
You have two cows.
Give both to the government.
The government gives you milk.


Socialism
You have two cows.
Give one to your neighbor.


Surrealism
You have two giraffes.
The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.


New Dealism
The government shoots one cow.
Milks the other.
Pour the milk down the sink.


Anarchism
Keep the cows.
Steal another one.
Shoot the government.


Liberalism
Give away one cow.
Get the government to give you a new cow.
Now, give them both away.


Facism
You have two cows.
Give milk to the government.
The government sells it.


Nazism
The government shoots you and takes the cows.


Conservatism
Freeze the milk.
Embalsm the cows.


Totalitarianism
You have two cows.
The government takes both and drafts you.


Ahh. Politics. It's a beautiful thing.

But I thought I was Blueberry flavored!

I went running this morning when I got up (which was pretty late). Ran 2 miles, lifted weights, and did 200 crunches. Then I came home and ate an entire small spicy chicken supreme DiGiogno pizza. I can practically feel it settling around my middle.

I really like Hoobastank's new song - Crawling in the Dark. I was watching the video and I noticed that the lead singer is Asian. Half Japanese to be exact. And I was like, "Woo! Asian person on TRL!! Last time that's happened was like... Oh wait, it's never happened before. Go Asian dude." (See, see, see? Aaaasiaaan.)

Anyway... No Chinese school tomorrow. No school on Monday. That's two wishes that had come true. Now. If it will only snow...

Hahahaha. That's all I have to say.

But in other news, I have a personal descriptive narrative essay written in the 3rd person due in two days. And I'm posting it for your viewing pleasure. Except it's not really pleasure cause it sucks. Writing has never been my strong point. But this story made me smile when I re-read it because it just reminds me how much fun and easy it was to be a kid. So like... here:


      Janna stared at the white, cordless phone, trying to send telepathic messages to make it ring. But it didn’t. It had not rung in the past 3 hours. She sighed and reluctantly peeled herself off her bed’s blue comforter and stood up. Janna walked over to her CD player and put in a classical piano CD that she took from her parents. Piano music almost always helped Janna calm her nerves, but nothing could have helped her that day. She paced around her small room, twisting her long black hair, something she did whenever she got nervous.
      “Why isn’t she calling? I’m not calling her first. This was all her fault anyway. Why isn’t she calling? I hate her,” Janna muttered under her breath. She walked over to her bulletin board where she had pictures posted of her good friends. Janna then saw one of her and another girl who looked very similar to herself, only with light brown hair. Janna unpinned the picture and looked at it up-close. In a moment of frustration and anger, she tore the picture in half and threw it in the blue trashcan next to her bed. “This is all her fault,” she repeated, “I don’t need her anyway. I’m just going to forget about all of this and not worry about it because she doesn’t matter to me anymore.”
      Trying to prove what she just said, Janna took out the book that she was supposed to read for her 4th grade English class from her backpack and plopped down on her small, full-sized bed. She flipped to a random page and read out loud in an attempt to avert her attention from thinking about her “ex-friend”.
      “Grampa and Papa were in the little parlor sitting on the scratchy horsehair furniture, talking in…” Well she has some nerve to do what she did and not even apologize! I can’t believe her! “…low tones in order not to wake up Uncle Bennie. No one was as excited as Jerry about the disappearance of Ginger except Rachel.” Why isn’t she calling me to tell me that she’s sorry?
      Janna’s thoughts invaded her brain even while she was reading aloud. She put the book down and rolled over on her back, where she noticed the glow-in-the-dark stars that were stuck on each blade of her unmoving white ceiling fan. Five stars, equally distance apart, on each blade, she discerned. “That way, when you turn on the fan at night, it will look like 5 glowing circles,” Janna mumbled, recalling her friend’s exact words. She reminisced on that evening when her friend slept over and helped her put up those colorful stars. Janna couldn’t reach the fan, so her friend had to do it because she was taller. Janna smiled as she was thinking back on that night, but then she remembered why she was so angry in the first place. A mad face firmly back in place, she was ashamed that she had actually smiled. Janna rolled back over to attempt at reading the book once again when the phone rang. In a frenzy, she ran to the phone and picked it up on the 2nd ring.
      “Hello?”
      “Hey sweetie. It’s mom.”
      “Oh. Hi mom.”
      “I’m going to be a little late tonight with work, so tell dad to go ahead and start dinner without me.”
      “Okay.”
      “Bye, honey.”
      Janna hung up the phone, wearing an obvious look of disappointment on her face, and wandered to the living room to relay mom’s messaged to her newspaper-reading father. After an “Uh huh, okay,” Janna dragged her feet back to her room, glanced at her silent phone, and crumbled on her blue beanbag.
      “She must hate me. How come she won’t call? She’s the one to blame here, not me. Well… I hate her too. But the least she could do is call and say that she’s sorry. Is that so hard to do? Well… if she’s not going to call, then I’m not her best friend anymore. And I don’t want to talk to her ever again.” Just as Janna said that, the phone rang once more. Thinking that it was her mother again, she slowly crawled over to the phone that was thrown on the carpeted floor, and picked it up on the 4th ring.
      “Hello?” Janna answered in a weary voice.
      “Hey, Janna? It’s me, Emily… Listen, I’m sorry about what happened this morning. I really am.”
      “It’s okay, Emily, I’m sorry too.”
      “So, are we okay?”
      “Yeah. Do you want to come over to have dinner with us?”
      “Sure, I’ll be over in 10 minutes… Best friends?”
      “Best friends. Definitely”
      With a smile on her face, Janna hung up the phone. She quickly tidied up her room before her friend would arrive. As she was picking up some scrap paper to throw away, she noticed the torn picture of her and Emily. Janna picked up the two pieces and walked over to her cluttered desk. She neatly taped the two parts back together and tacked it back over the empty space on her bulletin board. Janna grinned at the picture-perfect duo smiling back at her in the photograph.
      “Best friends forever.”



Mmm. Cheesy. Just how I like it. Oh, and don't ask me what the fight was about, cause I don't remember. Don't bug me about grammar mistakes either cause grammer can suck my butt.

"What is 'bicameral'?"
"... Two camerals."

"How many triple X dreams I've had, starring you..."

Hey um, O-town? Here's a tip, if you're trying to pick up a girl, I would keep that a secret. Telling a girl that you have wet dreams about her ain't the way to go, dude. Then again, why I was listening to O-town to begin with, I really don't know.

I see scary things on tv. I was watching Michael Jackson's 30th Anniversary Celebration on tv tonight where Michael memorializes and dedicates this whole big celebration concert to well, himself. So all these singers and rappers and people and out and do their thing, and most of them do covers of Michael's old songs. I saw Shaggy's performance of "It wasn't me." Dude. Shaggy. Why was he at this thing? And then I see Lil' Romeo's performace. He comes out with another dude twice the height that he is. It wasn't until a few seconds later that it clicked in my brain that it was Master P, Lil' Romeo's uncle, who also happens to be #3 on my Worst Rappers Ever list (#1 is P. Diddy). So here are Uncle and Nephew, wearing matching clothes, with matching cornrows, sharing a stage together, rapping to the beat of Jackson 5's "I Want You Back". Then there comes to a part where they are like "Swing your elbows..." and trying to get the million people who are there to do it. Camera cuts to Michael, who is sitting in an audience seat, watching the performace, swing his elbows. One of the creepiest-looking guys ever is doing the ghetto dance! I feel dirty. At a commercial break, I changed channels to ABC where they were airing the AMA's. And oh my good look who it is! It's Michael! Again! Ahhhhh... And oh my God look who's hosting! P. Diddy! Ahhhh.... And oh my God look who the next musical performance is! Shaggy! Doing "It Wasn't Me" again! Ahhhh.... Completely horrifying. Now, try reading US Hsitory on top of that.

Other people I saw from both the Michael concert and the AMA's: Usher, Ginuwine, Britney Spears, Otown, *NSYNC. It's weird seeing the same people on two different channels at the same time since one is live, and the other *was* live. It's like "Whoa! How'd they get there so fast??"

*Sigh* I'm tired. And I need a shower.

"What the hell do we get from Canada?"
"Dude... Snow!"

Scroll down. Look to the left. I just took an million online tests so I can inform all you people about what I'm really like. That and the fact that I have no life whatsoever.

All About... Me:

You're Yuna. You're hardworking and honest, and also a little naive. You can easily be lied to, but in the end your friends will look out for you. Kind and loving you'd never hurt a fly. You'd be willing to do anything to help others, even if it means some personal sacrafices for you.

Which Final Fantasy X Character would YOU be? Take the test.

Vanilla Ice? That's so embarrassing...

How about Eww? Grossocity: 9.6

So Chinese school royally sucks. I planned on going straight to bed once I got home but nooo... I still have Chinese homework to do. I had a theme to draw out... but I forgot what it was so I just made something up. I used to think that oil paints were messy. But oh how wrong I was. Pastels are so goddamn dirty. I officially hate them now. The little colored dust gets everywhere and I'm so tempted to blow them away but then all my stuff will get dirty. And pastels smear so easily, so if I accidentally touch my drawing, my purple will mix into my yellow, making this doodie color. Thank God for fixative. It looks kinda neat now though. But I know it will have nothing to do with what I really had to do. Whatever. They're making me go there an hour early so they shouldn't complain. I get to fold and hand out our newspaper! Whee! The students were to each write an article and submit it to the highest level Chinese class = the editors = us = Tammy, Amy, Tina, Megan. You might think it's easy, cause everyone already has an article and all we have to do is just put it together, right? NO. First of all, this newspaper was actually supposed to be due at the end of October, but has been pushed back until 3 weeks ago. No one would have turned anything in if we hadn't bitched at them about it for a good couple of months. So mostly everyone turned one in. Great. Except. Everyone wrote like, 3 sentences. Meaning, if we put them in just like that, our newspaper would be about a page long. So the editors spent a good 16 hours adding more to each article, proofreading, re-proofreading, typing it into the computer, printing it out, re-re-proofreading, going back and changing it on the computer, making a layout, put the articles together according to the layout, printing it out, re-re-re-proofreading, scanning pictures, adding the pictures to the newspaper, and proofread it yet again. I had a nose bleed I was having so much fun. I don't see how people at the Tennessean do this every day. My favorite part was making the comic though. We called it "The Adventures of the Newspaper Crew." It rocks. But I think only the editors would find it somewhat amusing, because there are some inside jokes. My stick figure drawings are so awesome. Just you wait. I'm going to be famous for them.

"Gird your loins!!" - Words of wisdom from my Biology teacher

"Hey... What does 'groggy' mean?"
"You know... that feeling you get after you take a nap."
"Oooh... That feeling..."
"We is smart."

Ahh~ The glories of AP English vocabulary.

Look! It says 2002!!! Oh yeah, Happy New Year!