Month: September 2004

  • Hey guys, I think I’m going into Cognitive Science BA. How does that sound? : )

    (extract “science” from “cognitive”, and that’s basically what I will be studying. It will be over my brother’s dead body before I study anything that has to do with science or math or business or computers. ew)


    BTW, Irene. I don’t wear thongs. Only when I need to. AND PLEASE. You have a few pairs yourself, right madame? Anyway, the reason why it doesn’t bother me when girls have their thongs sticking out of their extremely unecessary low-rise pants, is because… at my school my dear, these conditions lies everywhere. Ultimately, i have become completely desensatized when being put into a situation where a blond regrettably sits right infront of me, and has her fuchsia pink thong gleaming back at full force. But yes, it’s not a pretty site, but what am i gonna do? Reach out my hand in rage and yank on that non-existent thin piece of material and give her a wedgie that she undoubtedly already has, and scream piercingly ”you whore!”? No. I’m not that bitter. I won’t hate. I’ll just let it be. : ) 


    P.S We’re eating turkey together.


  • Thanks Renie for putting up idiotic questionnaires (am i spelling this in French?) for people like me that is equally retarded to do at 1 in the morning on a school night with laundry pile of homework.


    “100 things about myself”
    (Bold the things that are true.)


    I don’t always like the way I look.
    I used to cut myself.
    I’m a daydreamer.
    I like when my friends write me letters, it makes me feel special.
    I like to be with my boyfriend/girlfriend.
    I randomly doodle on pieces of paper or myself when boredom strikes.
    I love all my friends.
    I’m allergic to milk.
    I wish people would stop making me cry.
    I hate people who try to be what they’re not.
    I went to boarding school for the last 2 years of high school
    I love all candy, well, most.
    I get my feelings hurt really easy.
    I believe inner beauty is more important than outer beauty.

    I wear pants a lot.
    I am often bored.
    I like to say what’s on my mind.
    I hate blue jeans
    I’m online a lot.
    I have 2 goldfish
    I am for the most part happy with myself.
    I need to work out more.
    I like being alone at certain times.
    When I get angry, I curse to myself sometimes.
    I wish I could spend more time with the ones I love.
    I hate shallow people.
    I’m a type 1 (insulin dependent) diabetic
    I ponder life way too much.
    Sometimes I think everyone hates me.
    I wish my brother didn’t die.
    I hate it when girls have their thongs sticking really far out of the back of their pants. [It's so fucking trashy].
    I need to be showed I’m loved.
    I wish I was better.
    I hate discrimination.
    I hate guys who are only out for one thing.
    I have a cute car.
    I love glitter.
    I sometimes wish I was more social.
    I love my close friends.
    I get amused easily.

    I’m a lazy ass. I really am
    I’m usually more outgoing when I’m around friends.
    I love to be me.
    I like wearing hoodies.

    I wish I could fake a British accent
    I don’t have to wish, I already can imitate a British accent
    I can make my tongue look like a seashell
    I’m Asian, and yet I [hardly] eat rice.
    I love music.
    I hate my camera, because it didn’t come with adequate memory.
    I love sushi. Especially unagi.
    People who act like a “gangster” annoys the crap out of me.
    I love being surprised

    I love cold nights.
    Spiders scare me like crazy
    I like bracelets.
    I have a sister named Rinnie.
    Chickens are amazing
    I wish I went to the beach more often
    When I want time to go fast, it goes slow, and vice versa.
    I can never seem to finish something until the last minute.
    I love the little things, if it’s a funny little note from a friend or just a little something special, it means so much to me.
    I like getting letters through the mail.

    I am me.
    I really like the color black. It defines me.
    I love koala bears.
    I like anime, and LOVED it back in 4th grade, but i don’t watch it much anymore, save for the occassional episode of Inuyasha.
    I believe in fate.
    I wish everyone was original and acted as themselves.
    I love rock music.
    I adore eighties music. Especially Cyndi Lauper and Duran Duran.
    I want to make something of my life.
    I take pictures a lot.

    Eugenia is crazy.
    I don’t mind having a quiet night in, but at the same time I don’t mind a loud night out.
    My math teacher has telepathic powers.
    I rather wear skirts than pants.
    I’m very neat, but my desk is messy.
    I hate math.
    I love old movies
    I want to go to an Ivy League university
    I think Sackcloth Fashion sucks!! screw rap-metal!
    I really enjoy thoughtful gifts, even if they suck. It is the thought that counts afterall.
    I’m short.
    I love the rain.

    I love to watch people laugh.
    I take ballet.
    I cry when other people cry.
    I love my Jackie O sunglasses.
    People who act like one thing then get pissy when they get called that one thing annoy me.
    I cried during A Walk to Remember
    , and am not ashamed to admit it.
    I’d love to go to public school.
    Linkin Park is not my favouite band.
    I live in California.
    I love summer and the sun. I wish I had a house in Hawaii. I can stare at the beach for HOURS.
    I find it sooo annoying when, as soon as a person stops liking someone, they like someone else a week later. Give it some time to heal, dude!
    My parents are divorced, and I like it better that way.
    I buy more CDs in a month than many people buy in 6 months
    GUNBOUND!!, Counterstrike, Diablo, and all of those games are really stupid and people who sit there playing those games for like 23 hours a day are losers. BIG ones..[And I have a few in mind too]
    Love at first sight is a mere excuse for lust.
    God will be very disappointed of us.
    I don’t know why Asians like rice so much. I mean, come on.
    I have never been to Texas.
    Lindsay Lohan is more tolerable than Hilary Duff.
    One day I hope to be able to forgive.
    I have a strong hunch that spam is today’s soylent green.
    I can handle pain, but make it quick.
    I love salad.
    I hate green.
    Black nail polish is common and is a lame-ass excuse for being punk or depressed. punks are different. so paint your nails different. Black nail polish is too cliche if used for the wrong reasons…
    I don’t agree with that. black nail polish is just black nail polish. i wear it a lot even though i’m not necessarily ‘punk’… so screw whoever wrote that
    Weezer is a great band.
    I want to travel the world.

    I don’t understand people who dislike others because they fall under a certain classification. It’s like “I don’t like people who like pink….”. Well they could be awesome people you know.
    I hate it when people criticize themselves aloud so they can get compliments. [Nelle: HA HA HA.]
    I’m online for 6-7 hours a day on weekends. Isn’t that sad?
    If I had to be stuck on an island, the first thing I would bring is a friend, but my phone and CD player would be sorely missed.
    I like my xanga.
    I love earrings
    I love when it’s cold, but I my favourite season is summer…go figure.
    I’m going to a catholic all girls school
    I am not afraid of dying, just curious to see where we go.
    Sometimes I just cry for no reason
    I hate how unintellectual people try to appear deep. What is deep and what qualifies a person to be deep?
    I love Eddie Furlong
    I love gay people but I am not obsessed.
    I crave lollipops all the time.
    I don’t like narrow-minded people.
    I love being so caught up in something that I can’t hear other things or see anything else except the thing im focused on.
    I feel sorry for people with Hanson tattoos.
    I love jokes.
    I love water, and would choose it over many drinks.
    I loathe people who flirt incessantly. Dude, come on, have some shame.
    I love the smell of fire.
    I believe in Karma
    I love night time.
    I prefer hanging out with guys over girls.
    I think anyone who can influence you to be a better person is a godsend.
    Please wear deoderant if you are 10 or older. PLEASE.

    I am aware of being a disappointment to my family.
    I cannot skateboard for the life of me.
    I am horribly sentimental, I will not throw useless things out.
    I’ve always been a loner.
    Pretty girls make me squeal.
    I love long hair on guys.
    I’m second in my class.
    I have a bad habit of using faces.
    I have multiple eating disorders.
    I hate when people pretend to be bi in order to be trendy.
    I hate the phrase “metro sexual.”
    My goal in life is to travel.
    I detest children.
    I’m still a child at heart.
    I’m the best at ping pong.
    pink is one of the best colors.
    I am pro-choice.
    No offense, but I’m sick of seeing Jack Sparrow icons.
    People say I have no body fat, but oh, are they wrong.
    I prefer being single.
    I’m a jealous person.
    I hate criticism, even though it helps me more than I think it does.
    I don’t know how to respond to compliments.
    I love writing, even though I think my writing is terrible.
    I wear a ton of makeup.
    I look at everyone’s AIM info every time they’re online, even though they rarely change.
    I also read everyone’s away messages.
    I have been known to play video games for unhealthy amounts of time.
    I am passionate about all of my interests.
    I hate people who hold strong opinions on things they know nothing about.
    I hate when people look over my shoulder.
    I don’t like what I look like.
    I’m a grammar-nazi.

    I procrastinate. A LOT.
    I hate DragonBall Z.
    I sleep too little.
    Je parle le francais.
    I am obsessed with making journal icons.
    I eat more junk food than regular food.
    I think Xanga is the best journal site out there.
    In fact… I really dislike LJ.
    I cry over everything.
    A lot of people in my school dislike me.
    I complain about everything.
    I have a very high-pitched voice.
    I squeak a lot, involuntarily, and often get made fun of for it.
    It makes me mad when things I like become trendy.
    I could live off of sushi.
    I have a lot more money than do most of my friends.
    I like girls with dark hair.
    No one listens to the same music as me.
    It is a proven fact that I prefer talking to people online if they use complete sentences and correct grammar/punctuation.
    It’s easier than most would expect to make me cry.
    I’m tired of worrying about crap.
    I correct others’ spelling/grammar quite often.
    I don’t play any team sports for my school.
    I want to go to Japan

    I hate sounding obsessed with a musical artist.
    I never want to get married.
    I like PIRATES!
    I hate any alcoholic drinks.
    I prefer urban life over rural life.
    I’m obsessed with fashion.
    I like to make my own clothes.
    My grades are very important to me.
    Contrary to popular belief, I don’t hate everyone.
    I hate a lot of people.
    Androgyny is sexy.
    I rant too much.
    I hog the covers.
    I’m online a lot. I have no life.
    I am a good judge of character.
    I find it difficult to be friends with stupid people.
    I am obsessed with anime.
    I like to read a lot.
    I can be really mean when I want to.
    I can also be more thoughtful than a lot of people.
    I always try to help others as much as I can.

    I’m very irritable.
    I’ve never cheated in school, and I hate people that do.
    I’ve never cheated in a relationship, and if anyone ever cheated on me, he would never get a second chance.
    My parents are divorced.
    Narrow minded people make me want to get a gun.
    I have a stepmother.
    I haven’t watched The Sound of Music yet.
    I hate people that cut to be trendy, and I think it’s just crazy that there are people who only do that to be cool.
    I hate having the feeling that I’m not going to go anywhere in life.
    I don’t like crowds.
    I hate people that think the mall is the root of all evil. It’s just a place. Get over it.
    I’m not as much of a TV addict as I used to be.
    Most of my friends hate Bush. (Are we talking about the President or the rock band?)
    I am better at keeping secrets than are most of my friends.

    I love my parents, but never know how to show them.
    I am not yet in college, or am I going back soon.
    I have no idea where I’d like to go to college.
    I wish there were more questions, I’m on a roll.
    I have issues with the subject of commitment.
    I’m a girl.
    I hate makeup.
    I prefer music over books.
    I used to play an instrument.
    I have dark brown eyes.
    I am on AIM entirely too much.
    I think everyone is a psycho.
    I wanna do something in the medical business.
    I can’t lick my elbow.
    Stars are awesome.
    I dont wear contacts.
    I do not know my natural hair color.
    There is a really cool looking dog with a bone in it’s mouth on my keyboard.
    I have a lot to learn.
    I have a dog.
    I bet I won’t move very far away.
    I’ve broken a bone.
    I have secrets.
    I hate snow.
    I have cried during a movie.
    Subway cookies rock.
    I do not have glasses on right now.
    I eat too much.
    I just ate yogurt.
    I am far more ordinary than you might think.
    I like abc family.
    I didn’t even know there was a girl in my class named Patricia.
    I don’t always need what I think I need.
    I have asthma.
    Tom Delonge is one hot mother effer.
    I’m currently watching 7th heaven.
    I cried all the time when I was little.
    I am alive.
    Lollipops are the shiznit.
    I haven’t used a regular pencil for a long time.
    I like comedy movies.
    Koosh balls are awesome.
    I don’t have online buddies.
    My hands are always warm.
    I like Taking Back Sunday!!
    I’m not a panda.
    I’m not very patriotic.
    I’d like to fluently speak another language.
    I spend too much time on the computer.

    I have too much crap on my desk.
    My friends are one of the most important people in my life.
    I’d like to be more original.
    I’ve lied.
    I don’t like Xanga’s that disable right-clicking.
    I’m a reasonable person.
    I wonder what happens when you die.
    I should hang up my one picture.
    I want to hug you.
    I can not WAIT until I love the 90s on vh1.
    I am wearing shorts.
    I’m broke!
    I’m a little selfish at times.
    I hate going to class.
    Christmas is fun.
    I’m 5’6″or so.
    I sometimes tend to be very antisocial.
    I watch tv or listen to music before I go to sleep.
    Blue is an awesome color.
    So is green.
    I hate pink.
    I’m not so innocent.
    I want to be somewhere else right now.
    Cherry coke rocks!
    I don’t like bugs.
    I have a pink mouse pad.
    I like guys who are funny.
    I’ve been talking too much.
    Mmm, Pringles.
    My brother has his music too loud.
    I am going food shopping with my mom today.
    I can’t wait for summer.
    You make me so nervous.
    I wish I could travel more.
    I have never seen a Harry Potter movie.
    My belly button itches.
    I have a lot of scars because I am very accident prone and I tripped a lot as a kid.
    I’m generally happy.
    I like to find good music.
    I miss being a kid.
    I like cheese.

    I have a best friend(s).
    I am very lazy.
    I’m trying to think of facts right now.
    I hate thunder.
    I laugh at things people don’t think are funny.
    I need to go to more concerts.

    I’m in denial at the moment.
    My hair is still its natural color
    I paint my toe nails
    I get annoyed when I don’t get to finish telling a story
    I like to wear pink
    Sometimes I wish I could do something really, really amazingly well
    I drink a lot of water
    I’ve never taken a hit of a cigarette
    I love fat people!
    I’m such a health freak
    I love taking pictures
    I have really tiny wrists
    I can identify some close friends by smell
    I’m far too nice
    I hate when people confuse “your” and “you’re”
    I think dorkiness is attractive

    I’ve never had a fake screen name.
    I wish I had a pug.
    I miss middle school
    I have pretty good eating habits
    I have a hard time making up my mind sometimes
    I wish my hair naturally curled
    I can’t live without chapstick
    I wish I could sing
    I like classical music

    Striped pants are hot
    I think Schylar is a really cool name
    I usually don’t get sarcasm
    I wish I could look in a mirror and constantly be satisfied with myself
    I shift between being sleepy and awake when I’m really tired
    I hardly ever vaccuum
    I hate racism and nazi’s
    I want David Bowie to hold me
    I like watermelon flavored things
    I’m a snob about grammar
    Old Spice deoderant smells WONDERFUL
    I wish I knew how to speak in Italian
    This “100 things about myself” list is harder than it looks
    I am learning to be happy wherever I am
    I have no idea what my school musical is about
    I appreciate honesty
    I need a manicure
    I love Dr.Pepper
    I twirl my hair
    I love kissing
    I don’t own a cellphone
    I want to learn to play harp
    I’m not old enough to vote
    I live in the past far too much
    I need to remember to be a teenager sometimes
    I want to see most of the world
    Sometimes I wonder what’s going on over in London
    I hate being lied to
    I believe in a thing called love

    I go shopping usually once a week
    Today is Wednesday
    I’ve read more than 100 books
    I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme
    I like feet
    I like getting compliments
    I want the world to see me
    I think it’s funny when girls wear so much makeup that their faces become incandescent
    I hate seeing kids/people that think they’re different because they like Slipknot, etc. and shop at Hot Topic
    I have a fear of wearing too much cologne
    I wear pants more than I wear shorts
    I am tactful most of the time

    I’m afraid of spiders
    I get too attached to some people
    I’m usually on time
    I forgive but I don’t forget
    I think way too damn much for my own good
    My current relationship is teaching me a lot
    I like salads from McDonalds
    I read for at least an hour every night before bed
    I talk to a lot of people I don’t like because I hate being rude
    I sing in the shower
    Laughing turns me on
    I wish I were asleep
    I love Reese’s peanut butter cups
    I never have enough energy to do what I’m doing
    I have a friend who has an outtie bellybutton…
    I have driven a car
    There is no nailpolish on my nails
    I am unafraid to change, but I don’t think I realize the boundary between change and utter transformation
    I wear brown, thin-rimmed glasses
    Goodbyes make me sad
    5.6.7.8 comes after 1.2.3.4.
    I love cuddling
    I run when I’m bored
    I wish I were more attractive to others
    I worry too much sometimes about what people think
    Compliments make me happy
    I like long car rides with certain people
    I drink a lot of orange juice in the morning
    I wonder a lot who I’m going to end up marrying
    I listen to the things no one else really cares about
    I can draw from imaginiation
    TyPiNg LIeK diS anNoyes [the hell out of] mEeeh
    This took too long

  • Wrote this in Writer’s Craft class. Third period. I absolutely, truly, madly, deeply, despise that course. I wrote a journal entry instead…

    11:30am

    I smell it, smell it all the way from here. With a scent so strong, I smell the life and predicaments in us. Not quite so much like the scent of sweet jasmine, otherwise I have hoped, but more of which of that inconspicuous, dull smell of gas, seeping into us ever so quietly. Do you smell it too? Or rather, do you sense it. Feel it the way I do? It sends chills of euphoria up our spines, then it has a way to make us fall into a deadly slumber against all of our will. Keep your eyes closed, and I will too. Pretend we’re in this together, but I can already smell the rising to our unfortunate epiphany. The peak, the point where we fall, and slide, and get lost in our own pitiful sorrow of regrets and imperfection. Hold on tight, let go. We might just never be able to see again.

  • I just keep eating, eating and eating.
    I’m actually afraid that this might turn into some disorder. 
    Crap.

  • Just got back home from work. Wow, I am just so incredibly tired. Had to work overtime cause people wouldn’t let me go or there was the lunch rush, so couldn’t leave my counter. I’ve haven’t felt so frustrated in sucha long time, where I become like a littld child, whining and moaning, just dying to get out of there. I wanted to cry. I really did. I was tired inside out, there was no way that I could’ve smiled for even one more customer… I’ve drawn the line.


    Gonna take a nap or something, and then wake up and write my papers, get the creative juice flowin after a nap…

  • I’m going to have absolutely NO social life.

  • Maybe it’s the school. Maybe it’s the people. Maybe it’s just the fact that I despise that class. I’ve been trying to find a niche in my Writer’s Craft class for the past 3 days, but something always end up diggin me up from the ground. I feel so uncomfortable in there. Since it’s a class of nothing but writing, for paradoxical reasons which i have not come to comprehend, creates every measure of writer’s block in me. I can’t write in that class. The outlandish Ms.Weber infinitely adores sharing time. Listen, I don’t want to share. I don’t want to share my deepest, most ingenious thoughts. I thought I could just sit at the back of the room and obliviously hide in pools and pools of nothing but my writing.


    Everytime she asks the class to share, as much volunteer work calls out my name, I pull myself back and hesistate. I listen to other people instead. Although there are outrageous and beautiful writers in the class, I can’t help but feel that there is an invisible bar that is being set, that I have to write miraclously well to match these people. As if… everyone in that class competes for the most profound and well-written piece of material to get the loudest “awe” or “ohh..” as a “well-deserved” recognition.


    I hate that.


    What is this? I don’t want to be compared.


    Maybe I’m not the writer that I thought I was all along….

  • Dreadin’ school….
    Gon sit at the back and cause some ruckus.


     


    3:46pm


    English
    Lunch
    Writer’s Craft
    Human Growth and Behaviour
    Philosophy


    4 more months of this and I’m done. Well, it’s not that bad, right?