Rawr

Blogging died.

For me, blogging died because no one else posted, so I didn't have any competition for posting. And, I didn't have much to say. I am silent.

Whoa, emo.

Today, I went to Ritti's most awesome wedding. We ate pizza. No, there were no dresses, or gowns, or anything.

Following Alice's idea, I think I shall write a story! That WILL NOT be continued, because I can't think of anything at the top of my head. You guys can continue it, and we shall create a big story together! YAY

Umm...

Okay nevermind. Someone else can start the story. idk what to write about!

Ho hum

Well I just came back (figuratively) from this awesome thing with Laura and Cara. They helped me make posters for the student council election thing, and I invited them to a barbeque to thank them.

What makes me so mad about the elections is that Jane won 2nd only because she's Sam's sister. I probably shouldn't even be saying what I think about the elections online because everyone can read it. But not only Jane got 2nd, I was said to have THREE-WAY-TIED WITH ZACH AND MAX.

There is NO FUCKING WAY I TIED WITH ZACH AND MAX.

Sorry. I don't like swearing, but there is absolutely NO WAY. I think they only said that because there are 4 offices for student council and 5 people running, and they didn't want the 5th person to feel bad. Still, they shouldn't have said it was a three way tie because I am no where near as unpopular as Zach and Max are.

Plus, is Jane even good at math to be treasurer? She said herself that she doesn't really have time to be treasurer. If she didn't have time to be TREASURER, why run for PRESIDENT?! Not that I have anything against her running. It's just I wanted to be treasurer if I didn't get president. At least I actually am committed to the student council meetings.

Nicky isn't even that leaderly. I hate how the teachers are like, "Omg, Nicky! I love you! We're totally going to listen to every word and will you have! Even if you demolish the school we will kiss your feet and shine your shoes! EEEEE!!" Fine, I'm jealous. But if any of you have been to student council meetings, you'll know what I mean when I say he has a HUGE ego when it comes to student council. Apparently his dad is some president of a technology/science company thing, and the rest of his family including his brother, himself, and sister all run for student council. Is it wrong to think that their family should give someone else's family a chance? It's almost as bad as the Adams family in like the 1780-1800's and the Bush family. GODDA** IT GIVE SOMEONE ELSE A CHANCE!

Student Council members obviously have some problems. IM or Facebook me if you need to understand why. (The above is just a MINORITY compared to the rest of them.)

Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Examples (this is stolen directly from Rachel's email):

Dr. Seuss
"Did the chicken cross the road?
Did he cross it with a toad?
Yes! the chicken crossed the road,
but why it crossed, I've not been told!"
Karl Marx
"It was a historical inevitability."
Ernest Hemingway
"To die. In the rain."
Bill Gates
"I have just released eChicken 2000, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook -- and Internet Explorer is an inextricable part of eChicken."
Ronald Regan
"What chicken?"
Captain James T. Kirk
"To boldly go where no chicken has gone before."
Sigmund Freud
"The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity."
Einstein
"Did the chicken really cross the road or did the road move beneath the chicken?"
Bill Clinton
"I did not cross the road with THAT chicken.
What do you mean by 'chicken?'
Could you define "chicken" please."
Martin Luther King Jr.
I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.
Richard M. Nixon
The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did NOT cross the road.
Jerry Sienfield
Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, what the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place, anyway?
Darwin
Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically disposed to cross roads.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The chicken did not cross the road....it transcended it
Sir Isaac Newton
Chickens at rest tend to stay at rest. Chickens in motion tend to cross the road.
Thomas Paine
Out of common sense.

Sorry laura

I just had to copy that little snippet 'cuz i wanted to put it on facebook. That is hysterical!!!

Presidency

Jonah just told me that Nicky was planning on running for president. ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? IF NICKY RUNS THEN I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO CHANCE OF WINNING!

Because as we all know, he's popular and cool and wears Abercrombie and American Eagle, plus he's friends with almost everyone, and he's little. Being little is very very prominent because being little means being cute and cuddly and everyone will befall his evil madness in psychotic powers!!!

Okay that was weird. Nicky isn't bad. He'd be a good president. And then I'll still be at least a representative... Hopefully...

*in really tiny voice* ...maybe... *squeak*

Now that I actually have a chance of losing I'm nervous and I really want to win. But, eh, there's nothing really that we can do. I just want to be part of the Student Council family, I guess. Nicky would be cool. But I don't think he's signed up yet... who knows. He wasn't at the meeting. His sister is so cute! She's like, a taller girl version of him! HAHA! They look exactly the same. She is so adorable!

Birthdays

As many of you know, tomorrow is my birthday. I am officially 13 years old on September 25, 2008, at 5:12 PM. How exciting. Teenage years, here I come!

I wanna stay 12 forever!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!

Because it's one of those picture perfect ages. 16 is probably the best age to be, because that's when you're an adult and can do adult things! But at 16, people lose some of their childness. They're past puberty and all that (at least most of us) and they're mature and all lovey-dovey and that's when we can drive and stuff, but children, kids, they can do all the agile things! When you get older, all you get is arthritis and all those other bone-aching symptoms. But 12, that's the age when kids still have their innocence and agility, but we also think like adults. So we're right in between before love and junk, but we have the brains of smart people like Einstein. That's why I like the age 12.

Anyways, what I wanted to talk about today is the origins of the Birthday celebration. Why do people celebrate their birthday? It's just the day you were born. I mean, it's just another day! What's the big deal? One step closer to dying. Oh ho hum.

But why do people give presents on birthdays? Technically, shouldn't we be giving gifts to our parents? But nevertheless, we get gifts. For being born.

I think it's just an excuse for saying "congrats on surviving another year! what a big accomplishment!" That's a naive and pessimistic way to think about it, but... eh...

YES!!

We just won our meet against Webster Thomas! I got another sectional cut in 500 free! 6:43.somethign. The sectional cut is 6:44.00! I barely made it but I DID!!! WHOOPEE!! Now I get another bag of candy. Mwuahaha. This time I want Kitkats. I already got 2 sectional cuts so that means I'm getting 2 more bags of candy - M&Ms.

Yummmm

Vote Cindy for president of TCMS! I can't promise anything, but I will try my best to fulfill your wishes to the best of my abilities.

CINDY FOR PRESIDENT!

More stuff

WHY IS NO ONE POSTING????

Below is stolen directly from my deviantART.

Name: Cindy
Height: About 5'5 1'2
Weight: Who knows? The scale my family has is all messed up. Plus, it wouldn't be very accurate considering muscle is much heavier than fat...
Birthday: September 25, 1995
Birthplace: Framingham, Massachusetts
Current Location: Rochester
School: TCMS
Zodiac Sign: Libra
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Boar
Righty or Lefty: Righty!
Haircolor: I was born with black hair but now it's more of a dark brown with reddish/maroon-y highlights
Eye color: Dark brown. I personally think they are like a dark chocolate/black coffee(which isn't really black) color, but that's just my opinion.
Skin Color: A darker shade of olive


About Me

What's Your Family Situation (Parents, Siblings, etc): Ma ma, Ba ba, my brother, fish 1, fish 2, and kirby
Any Pets: MY POODLE KIRBY!!
Favorite Relative: Um... Lucinda?
What's Your Heritage/Race: Chinese-American

Love and Sex

Sexuality: Straight.
Are You In A Relationship Now: Nope.
If So, With Whom: N/A
For How Long: N/A
Do You Have A Crush On Anyone: Um. Kind of.
Ever Had A Crush On Someone Of The Same Sex?: Don't think so.
How Old Were You When You Had Your First Kiss?: I was told that it doesn't count if I didn't do the kissing, so not yet.
Virgin?: No DUH.
If Not, How Old Were You When You Had Sex For The First Time: N/A
Was It Enjoyable?: N/A
Where Do You Most Like To Be Kissed?: N/A
Best Love Quote?: "You looove me. This much!"


Your friends

Best: I have had many at different times.
How Many Do You Have?: Um... a select few.
Love Them All?: Of course!
Any You Wish You Were Closer To?: Geographically, Lucinda or Jialing. But emotionally, I don't know if I COULD be any closer. I love them all.
Oldest?: Probably Lucinda or Jialing. I've met Lucinda (my cousin) when I was like... 2 but we didn't talk/see each other again until I was 8 and she was 9, so technically it's been 5 years. Jialing, it's been since second grade so 6 years?
Newest?: Uh...
Pen Pal?: Jialing/Lucinda? We never really see each other anymore. T_T

This Or That

Boxers or Briefs?: For whom? I just got to say, boxers are soooo comfortable.
Thongs or G-Strings?: ??
Shorts or Pants?: What kind of shorts and what kind of pants?
Shoes or Bare feet: Depends where I am.
Books or movies?: Books!
Night or Day?: Party-wise... Night. Time-wise... Day.
Dark or Light?: Come to the dark side. We have cookies. *mwuahahaha* Really, i don't know.
Mountains or Beach?: Oooooo prettyful
Snow or Sun?: I love both.
Pepsi or Coke?: PEPSAYYYYY
Guys or Girls?: If asking for friends, I see no difference.
Swim or Surf?: I guess swim. I mean, it's sort of a life's necessity for me.


For Or Against

Gay Marriage?: Well... they do have a right to love, right?
Abortion?: I could go on and on about this topic... but really, nobody, not even the law, can take away someone's right to choose for themselves and their offspring.
Suicide?: It's definitely not cool. But I'm sure God has something much better planned for those who commit it.
War?: So stupid.
Clothes In General?: We could lighten up on the whole "popular" clothes thing, but we do need. (I certainly don't want to walk around naked!)


Favorites

Color: Any rich color. Red, Blue, Green, Brown, Purple, Pink... I could go on and on.
Number?: 7. or 13. You know what, I really like 16. When I first saw the 16 on a Warm-up (sweatsuits that the swim team gets every year) I immediately knew I had to have it. I just HAD to have 16!
Holiday?: Um. Chinese New Year. Lotsa food. xD
Season?: I like spring and autumn. Not too cold, not too warm.
Movie?: omg too many to count. Disney Pixar movies are too cute, and just the original animation movies are adorable. idk though... Chick flicks? Action movies are pretty good. Book movies always end up being very bad. Fantasy movies are cute. Romantic movies... awww... Too many good ones.
Book?: Don't even get me started. <3
Magazine?: Um...
Food?: I love potatoes. and Italian food. ITALIAN FOOD IS AMAZINGGGG!! Chinese is pretty good too. I like red bean moon cakes. And dumplings. (depending on what kind)
Drink?: Hmm. Orange juice, hot cocoa, apple juice. Water. xD
TV Show?: I don't really watch TV. But American Idol maybe...when it's in season and they have talent. <3 season 7!!!
Band?: Backstreet boys, Linkin Park... idk. I listen to the radio, but they repeat too many songs.
Computer Game?: uh... I don't play many.
Video Game?: Kingdom Hearts! Or WiiPlay/WiiSports.
Shirt?: My fave shirt got dyed while it was washed so now there's this yellow stripe just appearing in the middle of a blue background and it looks like I threw up on it. Eww.
Pants?: I don't know. My warm-up pants? lol. Or my Arizona jeans. Those are pretty cool. OH I LOVEE my swimming pj pants.
Actor?: Leo DiCaprio! Or Haley Joel Osment. Really, there are so many talented people.
Actress?: Keira Knightly is pretty cool.
Singer?: David Archuleta! Or um... those people on 98PXY
Flower?: Rose, Moonflower, um...
Scent?: I like air when it's just rained. Or cucumber melon from bath and body works. And mango mandarin. Or the scent of apple and cinnamon. Mmmmmm.
Animal?: I like horses and dogs. And cats.
Cookie?: Chocolate chip! Or oatmeal. Yum.


About Future

Want To Go To College?: When I was little, I wanted to go to Harvard. But really, I have no idea.
What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?: I don't know anymore. My parents are hoping for doctor.
Want To Get Married?: YES!!! I'm so scared I'll never find a true love and get married and I'll be alone for the rest of my life!
Want To Have Kids?: Sure. I only want to have kids if I can afford their education.
What Would Their Names Be?: Um. I like names with K in them. Like, Kobe, Killian, Kelvin, Kevin, um... I like the name Logan. And Feris. And Darren/Daryn. Ooo I love the name Nicko. Niko. NEE-KO. I like Garrett. Or James. I LOVEEE the name James. Oh, girl names? Um... I like names with a little bit of sass in it. Cheesy princess names like Lillian or etc. are too girly for me. I like Kaitlyn, but that's like a teenage name. I'd like to name girls something that would be good for them as little girls and as adults. Hmm... I should think about this...
Where Do You Want To Live?: Brighton. Or LA. Or Canada again. They have free healthcare.
Where Do You Want To Get Married?: Um. Someplace that's nice and everyone I love can go?
How Do You Want To Die?: In my sleep. Or sometime after I write a will.


More Stuff About You

Piercings?: Ears.
Tattoos?: Not any real ones.
Smoke?: Yeah, right.
Drink?: I drank one little cup of beer in China and it tasted like yeast piss.
Do Drugs?: When I'm sick.
Skinny Dip?: Nah.
Greatest Fear?: I don't know. Getting surgery? I have many. I'm scared when I grow up I won't find a good husband and no one will like me!
Chocolate or Vanilla?: Vanilla. Yum. Chocolate is nice too.
Go To Church?: Not really.
Religion?: You can say that I have no religion. You can say I am part of every religion. I basically make my own religion. =P
Scars?: Maybe. I can't think of any.
CDs Owned?: I like my Titanic CD best.
Collections?: I do. But I can't think of any.
Like To Be Naked?: Um. No.
Ever Eaten Sushi?: Yes! I love the ones with Salmon eggs in them. Yum. (sorry salman)
Eaten a whole packet of Oreos?: Uh, I don't think so. I don't really like Oreos.
Been On Stage?: Several times.
Danced In The Rain?: Loveee <3
Kissed Someone Of The Same Sex?: My mom??
Weirdest Dream?: A lot!
Saddest Dream?: *sniff* I don't even know why it was so sad. My dad forgot his memory and married some mean lady and he became mean to all of the kids at school, and then I made a salad with my mom which was the same kind he used to make (in the dream, he doesn't make salads in real life) and I wanted him to remember his forgotten memories... and then there was sad violin music and I woke up crying. But that is odd because my dad didn't make salads and his memory is fine. And he's nice to all my friends. *nervous laughter*
Dream You Most Wish Would Come True?: I don't know. Probably a dream where the person I had a "crush" on liked me back. But that's just selfish.
Think You're Attractive?: I don't think I'm unattractive. I'm okay. Except on bad hair days.
Shoplifted?: I don't think so.
Been Caught?: I don't know. Probably.
Weirdest Makeout Place?: Um.
Like Thunderstorms?: Sometimes.
Favorite Shoes?: My flipflops. Or my sneakers.
Favorite Quote?: "Only two things are infinite - the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not so sure about the universe." - Albert Einstein
Best Advice You've Given?: Er...

Yeah. Me. Poem. Whatever you want to call it.

I smile...

...because I know there are people who want to be with me.
...because I know that there are people who will listen to what I have to say.
...because I know that just by smiling, I can make someone's day happier.
I smile because it makes me look foolish and carefree.

I smile...

...for all the people who don't want to be alone anymore.
...for those who want to share a little love.
...for those wishing for a little warmth in their life.

I smile...

...with those who want to be happy.
...with those people who physically can't do anything else.
...with those who believe that smiling is a necessity.
...with those who want to show off their uber-coolio teeth.

I cry...

...for those who sacrifice everything for me.
...for those who love me even if I'm a jerk.
...for those who die for stupid reasons.
I cry for those who cannot cry.

I cry...

...because I want something I know I can't have.
...because I know I'm a selfish person.
...because there are people who feel so lonely.

I cry...

...with those who find no point in living any longer.
...with those who are in awkward situations whether they know it or not.
...with those who trudge through hardships everyday.
...with those who are rejected.

I laugh...

...for those who want someone to understand their joke, even if it makes no sense.
...for those who haven't heard a laugh in a long time.
...for those who can't find the strength to laugh anymore.
I laugh for those people who just want to see me laughing.

I laugh...

...because it's healthy.
...because it's stress-relieving without the drugs.
...because I can just let go of everything and laugh whole-heartedly.

I laugh...

...with those who think life is a joke.
...with those who find me funny (yeah, right!).
...with those who just want to laugh.
...with those who think it's the funniest thing they've ever heard when it's so stupid that it's ridiculous.

I live...

...for the people in heaven.
...for the people who died for no apparent reason other than to protect me from people like them.
...for the people who make me the myself I am today.
I live for what I believe in.

I live...

...because life is short, and each day is passing as we know it.
...because I only get one chance to do everything wrong and everything right.
...because that's the purpose of living.

I live...

...with those who see life as a gift, not a curse.
...with those who want to make the world a better place.
...with those who find it within themselves to question the world and take a stand.
...with those who want to be with me.

I smile, I cry, I laugh, and one day, I will die. But that's never going to change the fact that I'm alive today while I write this. Living, breathing, thinking.

It's never going to change the fact that I live because I'm me.





























***this is the part where you say, "aww *sniffle*"

Titanic

Just like the Titanic sinking...

Okay, finish that sentence and tell me.

I don't know why I'm writing this. I'm hungry and I'm craving for junk food. I just came back from JV swimming and right in the middle, I was craving for tator tots and french fries. Like, REALLY SALTY tator tots and french fries that are crunchy and crisp and ketchupy. Yumm.

Then I started craving for pizza.

YUMMMYYYYY JUNK FOODDDDD!!!

Ok, signing off here to eat something.

Sleep

The problem with having fun, aka. partying until 11 PM at night at a Bar Mitzvah celebration, is that the next morning, I wake up with a splitting headache.

Don't get me wrong, I got 9 and a half hours of sleep! So how to explain the headache... I don't know which is worse: Waking up really early and not getting enough sleep, or oversleeping and having a sort of hangover and feeling lightheaded. I personally think waking up early is better, because later I can just sleep an hour or so and feel refreshed, but the whole oversleeping thing doesn't go away until I sleep again which usually isn't until 14 hours later. Hunh... Ironic...

My friend, some guy who lives in Virginia, says that his friends call him a vampire because he doesn't sleep very often. He says that he just doesn't get tired. I don't think he's an insomniac because insomniacs are tired but can't sleep. He just doesn't get tired, and when he does, he sleeps. Weird, huh?

My mom says I need at least 10 hours of sleep. My dad thinks I should sleep only 6 hours a night. But once during lunch, after a morning when my mom said, "Cindy, get some more sleep!" I made a joke about it. "My parents say I don't get enough sleep. I mean, come on! One night a week is PLENTY!"

Now with the morning show and all that, I barely get much sleep. I still don't know whether that 9 and a half hours was a gift or curse though. I still feel kind of dizzy.

Grr. Homework. *headdesk*

Anyways, Congratulations Jon on your becoming of a Bar Mitzvah. I don't know what that has to do with sleep, but it deemed appropriate considering the celebration was yesterday.

Now to homework. *headdesk*

My Personal Feelings

First off, I am going to make something clear: I am NOT going to confess my love (because everyone knows I love myself most! No, not really. I'm not that conceited. I just don't love love anyone.) I'm just going to explain my feelings... to people in general.

My feelings are very... subdued. No, that's not it. My way of expressing my feelings are ALWAYS, and I mean ALWAYS less than how I really feel for someone. So if I don't show anything... like, if I am very passive around people, that doesn't mean that I don't like you or anything. It could mean that I like you very much, it's just that I don't really show it. Then again, it could mean that I really don't like you. But you probably wouldn't be reading my blog if I didn't like you... so yeah.

On the other hand, if I do show my feelings for you, that must mean I REALLY like you. I'm usually like that with many of my closest friends.

But that's the thing. If I ever did "fall in love" with someone or you know, had a real crush (it's always been obsession before this) I wouldn't be able to show it. Unless he was one of my best friends and I really liked him (which I really hope so!) This characteristic of mine will probably be my "fatal" flaw (don't know about fatal... I don't think I'm going to DIE just because I can't get a boyfriend before high school) in getting a boyfriend, let alone a husband. I'm so worried I'll have to live my life alone... without ever getting a husband...

Okay, I'm a little young to think about that. I can always live with my parents right? Haha, psh.

Anyways, the whole point is, if I don't show much enthusiasm when you arrive at someplace or when you say "Hi Cindy!" or whenever I see you or talk to you, that doesn't necessarily mean I don't like you. It could be tiredness, a number of other reasons, or simply my personality. Or simply because I don't like you. Okay?

But then again, maybe I'm faking my liking you... Maybe I'm faking... whoa, I never thought of that. I've never really thought of faking my affections for anyone! Jk jk I have. But usually when I'm tired, so technically I'm not faking. I'm just honestly trying to do what I would normally do.

I love you all! *hugs*

Morning Show

As many of you may know, I am on the Morning Show this year! Hooray!

Ritti, sorry, Doodler is in homeroom 409. And so is Rina Larson, Liam Kane, and Olivia Kneller. I would be, but of course, me and my evil plans spoiled that. Don't worry; my homeroom is in 206/208.

Of course, on this homeroom topic, we have the LOCKER topic. That's right kids! The LOCKER TOPIC. It's Thursday and Mr. Priola sent the names in on TUESDAY and they STILL HAVEN'T FLIPPIN' FIXED IT! MY LOCKER IS STILL ON THE 4TH FLOOR!

So today, I went to see if they fixed it or not, and of course, it wasn't. But she gave me a new locker, except it's NEAR THE BAND ROOM instead of NEAR THE GYM! So everyday I will be surrounded by phony sixth graders who I know NOTHING about, and I will be separated from my dearest Laura, Zoe, Cara, Julia, Nadia, Sammy, Kyle, and those other seventh graders! Okay, maybe the guys aren't THAT dear, but... you probably know what I mean. I'm separated from my peers! And of course, my dear Laura, Zoe, Cara, Julia... Okay, I think you get it.

Now I'm sad. *teary-eyed* I want to be next to Laura! Even though my locker at the moment is next to the band room, close to the orchestra room, and close enough to the morning show... but that hallway is so COLD in the winter! I'll freeze to death.

*cries* I cannot be your knight, Laura! *bows humbly and sadly and trips*

Airguns

Why is no one else posting on their blog? You make me mad. *is mad*

Anyways, my dad has recently picked up shooting. I mean, not like, killing. Like the sport. So he bought a bunch of BBs, and has an airgun now. What caught my attention was the warning on the side.

WARNING:
AIRGUNS ARE NOT TOYS. MISUSE OR CARELESS USE MAY CAUSE SERIOUS INUJURY OR DEATH. BE CAREFUL - SHOOT SAFELY.

This got me thinking... it sounds like a mom or something. "Be Careful." Sheesh. Why make BBs in the first place if they don't want us to die? Isn't violence bad?

Whatever. Our world is doomed. End of story.

journal

By the way, if you haven't already, please read this Journal Post posted by me.

Don't worry, it's perfectly safe. And I assure you, it was posted by me. You might actually find it amusing!!

http://xdeepdivex.deviantart.com/journal/20065222/

Thanks. =D

Graphing Calculator

School shopping! Yay!

Most people would groan. Grr, school. I pretty much did the same thing. What really set me fuming was that when we did go, we didn't get a graphing calculator. At least, not the kind that was asked.

At first, all went well. The TI-84 plus silver edition was $94.00. I mean, holy smokes, NINETY-FOUR DOLLARS. That's a whole flippin' lot! Nevertheless, my parents, who love me very much, said I could buy it because it was school-related.

Then my brother decided to tell me that in high school, you need the TI-89 or TI-91 (the latter is only available in Canada, apparently.) So that set me thinking, Should I get the TI-89 now and save money later? Or should I get the TI-84 now and spend another $142.00 later?

My parents remembered that at home, we had a TI-83 (no silver). They thought that there was basically no difference, and my brother told them there really wasn't any, except that the TI-83 was slower.

I was so mad because they expected me to use the TI-83 all through high school. ALL THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL. What is their problem? At least get me a good graphing calculator FOR high school!

So my parents wanted me to ask Mrs. Rigney if I could use the TI-83 (no silver!!!) for 8th grade and if it was the same functions. I mean, it LOOKS the same, but who knows? The buttons might do different things. As things happened, they basically pressured me until I agreed to ask. I wasn't very happy. I mean, we were THERE already at the store. Do we have to come back, again???

But that's not what set me off. I wasn't in the best mood, and I didn't feel like talking to anyone. BUT as people misunderstand (as they usually do) my family thought I needed some convincing about the whole calculator thing. All I wanted to do was keep silent and to myself for a few minutes. And my dad goes into this frenzy of "It's not like we're not going to buy it for you; just ask!" repeatedly. My brother kept following me and saying how I should see where my parents were coming from. I DO see where my parents were coming from. I just wanted to have some time to myself, okay?!

Then he starts swearing at me in front of all these people (my parents were in a different aisle), "Shut the fuck up you fucking little bitch. Who the fuck do you think you are?"

My brother is turning 20 on September 12.

I did feel a little uncomfortable in front of all those people, so I walked away from him. It didn't feel like much at first. I guess it sank into my subconscious mind because during the day, I felt more and more irritated until I told my mom (after dinner) and snapped. I mean, my brother has called me a lot of mean names, like goat, cunt, pig, bitch, and various others. He's sworn at me, too. That wasn't recently, though. And not in front of all those innocent old-lady shoppers. So I snapped.

And here I am, posting about this unfortunate event. My brother has always been a little immature and hasn't sorted his priorities out in life yet. He has a good heart. But obviously he's really bad at handling relationships because you do not, and I mean DO NOT SWEAR TO YOUR FAMILY MEMBERS. YOU DON'T EVEN SWEAR TO YOUR FRIENDS. WTH????????????????????????????????????????????

By the way, that stood for "What the heck" and not "What the hell." Although the latter does have a better ring to it... but I do not like swearing. It's mean, and calling other people names is mean too. They're CURSE words. Are you really going to curse someone and make them feel bad? I'm not. There are a whole bunch of other English words that sound weird and funny that you can use to express your feelings to other people. And the next time someone says something that you find offending but it's not supposed to be mean, remember that it's better than having them swear at your face. Especially if they're your friends or family. At least, most of the time.

Praying

I am going to post something really really deep. Yes, I am going to post about God.

Growing up (I'm still growing), I have never actually gone to church on a regular basis. In Toronto, it's quite rare to find anyone that actually goes to church. Hence, the term "God" didn't have as much of an impact on my life. When I moved to the US however, left and right there were people talking about God and about our "Holy Lord" as if He was the center of their lives. Naturally, I was very confused. 9 years of "No-God" and BAM! God!

It has only come to my mind recently to pray to God. For a while a few weeks ago, I've started praying before I go to bed. I would sit on my bed, on my knees and pray. At first, I would pray that my friends would be safe on vacation and make it home safely. I would thank God about the lucky things that I have in my life.

Then I became selfish and started praying about what I wanted or didn't want to have.

I prayed that I would see Dan one last time in Barracudas and that he would be safe on his vacation or if he was sick, he would get better. (He and his brothers were out for nearly a week.) And the next day at barracudas... he was there. Just him. His brothers weren't there... but he was. I was really surprised but happy.

I got food poisoning in Toronto a few days ago. My dad and I were eating at this seafood restaurant with his friend. After... well... I was throwing up (really badly), having mild diarrhea (but still needing to go), and just felt really sick. What's worse, we went to the CN Tower that night, and I felt so sick I couldn't even stand for very long. I didn't get to go on the glass floor. Sorry Jack... I think I still have a fear of heights. We were going to stay and go to Marineland the day after, but I was so sick... We went straight home. On the way, I felt sick again. My stomach hurt so much! The pain is indescribable (someone check spelling... nevermind. I don't care.) We stopped at a parking lot. I prayed that I would feel better. I didn't want to feel that bad. My dad found medicine in his bag, and after I swallowed it, I felt much better and fell asleep. We stayed at the parking lot for the night.

And for so long, I was praying that wouldn't get Mrs. Camp. Praying so much... and today, I found out that I don't have her!

After a lot of praying and things that happened, I must say that I am lucky. I'm so glad that God listened to my prayers. Or perhaps it was as fate would have it...

The thing is, I've been thinking. A lot of people believe in God and have an image of Him, but He can't look like how everyone thinks! Or else He'd look like a smudged puddle. I'm certain that God does not look like a smudged puddle.

That's why I have a theory... Everyone has their own God. Because even though if the stereotypical God is magical, I doubt that He can listen to all of our prayers and curses (sorry, but I'm sure it happens!) at the same time. Even though my theory may not be true, I guess it's what I believe in. Each God is different, because each person is different. I'm so glad that my God listens to me and judges for me. I am happy.

Well... that's my deepness of the day. Sorry. =|

A Jumble of Random Stuff

Hmm... where should I start? I shall go in chronological order...

A few days ago

I had a dream about Matt. I know how weird that is, because I don't even like him. It was our school, but one of those orientations? I don't know why I was at an orientation because I have been at the middle school for the past 2 years, and this is my 3rd year. Anyways, I forgot my locker and locker combination. Haha, how dumb is that? On the first day. Then I saw Matt who was a "hall monitor," and I asked for my locker and combination because I forgot it, and apparently he knew everyone's locker combination and locker number. He wrote it down, and I had to find my locker. The school was really weird too... the hallways were all different. Me and my creative dreams. Wow.

Yesterday

Swim season started yesterday! It was actually an easy practice compared to what we usually do. It's just going to get harder and harder though...

I don't even know why I swim. I've been around water since I was born. There was a pool behind our apartment in Massachusetts. I started taking lessons and swimming on a swim team when I was 5. I was really slow. I sucked, to say.

Then slowly, after all these years, I made it on the JV team in 7th grade. I still suck. I mean, there's this girl on Varsity in 8th grade, and she's only been swimming since 5th grade. That's 3 years! 3 years and on Varsity! For me, SEVEN FLIPPIN' YEARS AND ONLY ON JV. What the heck? There is no other explanation except that I really suck at swimming, and it obviously isn't my talent or my sport. Except it's the only sport I feel comfortable doing because of all those years...

My dad wants me to go to the Olympics in London in 2012. PSH! I'm too old to start training for the Olympics. And plus, I'm really bad. And I don't want to train so hard... I mean, I would LOVE to just compete at the Olympic level. But it just isn't going to happen. Dream big. Yeah, right.

Michael Phelps is so fast! Why is he so fast??? He's like... inhuman. Wow. 8 gold medals. I'd be happy with just 1.

Headgear

forgive me for lack of good typing. I am eating a peach at the moment.

I am so happy. I went to the orthodontist yesterday, Dr. Damon, and he said that I was the best headgear wearer he has known! He says that I only have to wear it for another month! When I first got my headgear, he said that I would wear it maybe for a year. The shortest 6 months, probably.

It turns out that I only have to wear it for 3 months! THREE MONTHS!!! Two 6 week intervals, that is 3 months!!!

YAYAYAY!!! ONLY 45 MORE NIGHTS OF HEADGEAR! THEN I WILL NEVER HAVE TO BRING IT TO SLEEPOVERS OR WHATNOT, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! and guess what? I'm getting it off on September 24, the day before my birthday! Hooray!!!!

Bandorchestra... once again

Today, I finally got the guts to call Mr. Hoyt after nearly a week, and guess what? He said that Emma was gonna switch A days between the two. Band is A day 3rd period. One A day she will go to band and other to orchestra.

He said I could do the same if I wanted to. Or drop one, if I preferred. It was so sudden, this offer... I didn't know.

Thoughts were rushing through my head... if I did decide to do this arrangement, I would have to bring my flute in every other A day. I would have to bring my flute 1-2 times a week instead of 2-3. But... it might falter my grades for both classes because of attendance... And I would have to take lessons for both. I'm taking a lot of advanced classes this year, and I don't think I can handle that... especially if I had Mrs. Camp and her hard-core teaching. I would have to practice every single day too. Practicing violin and piano is enough! I COULD practice only on weekends... but how is that going to help my situation?

I prepared myself so much for the day that I would have to face Mrs. Dodge and Mr. Hoyt and say that I wouldn't be taking band. And now, it's like a punch in the face. BAM! Another choice. I was so prepared to let go of the lying about my practice times... I wanted to let go of practicing completely. Am I really ready to play another year of the instrument I despised so much, just so I could be a part of a group that I wanted to be in, just to play songs that I enjoyed? Am I really ready to play another YEAR of the book that was so boring and seemed pointless?

Mr. Hoyt said we could give it a shot. And if it doesn't work, it doesn't work. But I'm not the type of person who gives up so easily. Especially if there is already a strand of thread connecting. I hate giving in to myself, admitting that I can't do something. Even in swim practice, even if I feel like fainting or throwing up, I don't complain. I don't stop; I just do what they ask me to. I just... I've never thought of saying that I'm too tired or can't go any farther. Maybe it's my pride. I'm... such a selfish person for thinking this way, or for being so proud that I don't even realize it when I've exerted so much or gone all the way and can't go any farther. I don't know how far to push myself! Or when I can't push myself anymore!

I... just really want to cry. I /could/ have said that I just wanted to quit band. But... this... choice! It's a choice... my last chance. I prayed to the Lord that he would help me. But... not like this!

Sorry for dumping this thing of trouble on you readings, my faithful friends. But I hope you understand... it's a big deal to me.

Bandorchestra

I have a story to tell all of you! Now listen carefully... I'm a terrible and cheesy writer.

It was a warm afternoon, while Cindy was waiting to go to Barracudas, her swim club. Suddenly, a phone call started ringing.
"Hey, Dad, can you get that?" she said to her father. She sprawled herself across the top of her sofa.
"It's from the Brighton Central School District," her father handed the phone to her just as he pressed the "Talk" button. Cindy sighed and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Cindy?" a husky male voice asked. "This is Mr. Hoyt. How are you?"
Cindy blinked. Why was Mr. Hoyt calling? Did she get in trouble somehow... Did something happen to the school... did she have MRS. CAMP???? "Erm... good. How are you?"
"I'm good. I'm just calling to tell you that this year, there's a schedule conflict, and you can't take both orchestra AND band. And you're the only one who takes both. So you have to pick one."
Cindy was shocked. Pick one? The concept was so absolutely foreign that Cindy was confused. "Wait... huh?"
"You're the ONLY ONE out of... about 67 others. So talk it over with your parents and give me a call back, alright? Do you have a pencil to write down the number?"
"Er..." Cindy jumped up and grabbed a piece of loose paper and a pencil. "Yes, now I do."
Mr. Hoyt told Cindy the number. Cindy just had one question left. "Um... do you know... why I can't take both?"
"Why?" Mr. Hoyt sounded taken back. "Oh, it's because this year band and orchestra are at the same time. That's the only reason why. And you're the only one."
After the polite goodbyes, Cindy slumped down into a chair. Her mind felt numb and dizzy, as if she had a fever. She held her head in her hands. She couldn't even think. Pick one? Wasn't Emma in both? It must mean that she already quit one. Cindy could guess that Emma chose orchestra. But...
Barracudas sounded like a very good idea at the moment.

I can't BELIEVE I've gotta pick one! I...

Okay, here are the reasons why I want to stay in both:

Orchestra
PRO: Food at parties, lots of friends, take private lessons, in chamber, have 2 violins so doesn't have to bring a violin every other day, gonna continue in orchestra in high school anyways, parents like concerts
CON: homework, projects, not very many good/famous/popular songs, poor players

Band
PRO: Good songs, enjoy learning from Mrs. Dodge, lots of guys in band, lots of people in general, no homework, good players
CON: No time to practice, lessons are a waste of time, flute is boring

Here's my situation: I would have quit band in high school anyways because I am told that I'm not allowed to play both. I take private lessons for violin, so I am obviously more advanced in that instrument. I don't want to hurt Mrs. Dodge's feelings. She's a great person, and I still have questions for her. Like, namely, did she have Dan in middle school/was he good/what did he play? Although I could just ask Samantha or someone else for that information. She has a brother in high school that's in the same grade as Dan.

I just don't want any hard feelings! I love Mrs. Dodge as a band director!

Holy Lord or whoever is up there, please help!

time trials

today was time trials for Barracudas... hooray! Good to know that I dropped 4 seconds in the 100 freestyle... but slowed down in everything else. xP

BUT! Today... Dan was there! His family hasn't been there in a couple of days... maybe he was on vacation. Or they're all too lazy. Who knows. It was... a blessing. Seriously, he is so ridiculously good looking. It's like that movie, you know, Zoolander? "There's more to life than being absolutely insanely RIDICULOUSLY good-looking." haha.

We did 3 laps on the track, then did 50 crunches, 30 leg levers each side, 20 pushups... and we played a game! Just to spite Aoi (Naa-chan's sister) I suggested Duck duck goose. Dan's immediate reaction was, "Nooo!" We ended up playing Spud. It was a lot of fun. When my number was called, I almost caught the ball, but I fumbled and dropped it, and it rolled away. It rolled toward Mark so by the time I caught up with it, Mark was a very clear target.

Then came the time trials. We each had to do FIVE events! And 2 of them had to be 100's. AT LEAST. So I ended up doing 50 free, 100 free, 100 back, and 200 IM. (I got Mr. Vick to acknowledge the 200 as 2 events, hehe) Needless to say, I was kinda (okay very) tired.

Then we could dive off the diving boards! I first did a normal dive with a hurdle. Mr. Vick didn't believe that I could do a back fall-in/back dive, so I had to dive again for him. I went so far down, that I almost drowned when I tried to come up for water. I couldn't breathe!!! It's like that song, "No Air". How can I breathe with no air?? I'm under water!!!

It was awesome. Thank you our Holy Lord for letting me see Dan today. Please let me see him next week as well. That ridiculously good-looking guy is so hot. Amen and thank you again.

He has Facebook for those who were interested. I've never posted his real name, but if you really want to know you can IM me. (Gosh he is sooooooooooooooo good-looking. I always thought he reminded me of Leonardo DiCaprio. Haha)

Don't worry, I don't LIKE like him. He's... admirable, I guess. A good person. You know how the people you admire naturally draw you toward them? Like you want to be just like them, and you want to be near them...? I guess that's how it is. Hehe.

Er...

Please check out my DeviantART. If I am not posting any blog stuff, it's probably because I'm posting on my deviantART. Although I draw very poorly, I would most definitely appreciate it if you looked at my artwork. x) I love you all!

Again, my link:

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scary dream

I had another scary dream yesterday. Actually, the first dream I had was a weird but nice dream. It was about Danny. xD

Danny or Dan, however you like to call him, has this really deep voice (although it's not as deep as Mitch's, lol). So in my dream, I asked him to sing for me. And he went to his basement to practice. And he sounded exactly like David Archuleta/David Cook (can't remember which one, however it sounded really good). Ah, the joys of singing. xD

For some reason, we were like, a "couple" even though he's at least 3 years older than me and in high school. My mom was like, "I knew you two would get along, except that your fathers are archenemies..." I think it was because I was reading Son of the Mob by Gordon Korman. It's like a modern Romeo and Juliet story... except not. It's cool. So me and Dan are Romeo and Juliet.

.... Okay that isn't cool at all. I don't even talk to him! And he barely talks to anyone at swimming except Mr. Vick and Oren. Not cool.

Except he is really good-looking... but I won't get into that. xD

Then I woke up, and lay in bed for an hour. Lol. I fell asleep again and had the scariest dream. Okay, it's not THAT scary, but it was pretty scary in the dream. It was like one of those fantasy and sci-fi and horror movies. Before I go on, you must promise not to make fun of me. I have no idea and no control over my dreams. I'm going to leave last names out.

This dream was about an unknown force of magic and aliens or whatever that control the human mind and body. It's like they brainwash you, and you become their minion or whatever. And it was my job to stop them and restore peace. How cliche. But yes, that's basically what it was about.

I was running down this hallway that resembled one of those hospital hallways: like fluorescent lights, no windows, that kinda thing. And there were no people. Just me, running down this silent hallway. However, it was our school. And for some reason, I had magical powers. I could fly! And teleport... but in dreams you automatically have the power to teleport to random places you don't know about, so that doesn't really count.

Anyways, somehow I found myself in the dark and dank basement that glowed a dark blue. Michael L was there with Caitlin because they were in charge of the school store. (but it was different from our normal school store. Instead of just a rectangle counter, it was one of those counters that go all the way around the cashier, like a square, you know? Like the ones the have in malls... Well whatever, that doesn't matter.) Mike acknowledged me with a, "Hey" and went on with his business with Caitlin.

Then I ran out of there again, and I was riding the elevator upstairs. This elevator had a weird door. You had to push the door to get out; it was like a flappy door thing. And I only had about 3 seconds to get out or else the elevator would start moving again. So I pushed the door and appeared in the elevator wing. Do you know how in hotels, elevators have this little wing connected to a hallway? It was like that, except the wing part that was blocked and disconnected from the hallway with cabinets. The doors were wooden, but if you opened the cabinet, the back was glass. I found a note written by Murie for Alice. It said something like:

To Alice From MuRie
Do not go in this cabinet! You will never come out!

I stood there kinda confused with the cabinet door open. Just then, I saw through the glass backing of the cabinet Payson walking by. In this dream, he thought that the school was a mall with a bunch of stores. Next thing I knew, I was at the library. Except the library wasn't where it is in real life; it was where Mr. Occhino's room is, outside the auditorium? Where Mr. Ranney's old room was in 6th grade. Then I saw Payson coming up the stairs going, "This place is weird. It's got magic. We should check the stores out." Except I knew that was a bad idea, because I sensed that it was bad magic. And this library, it had a lot of rooms. Like, not one big library. It had like 3 little libraries! It was weird. (I said that about a bajillion times)

This lady walked into one of the library rooms, and for some reason, that triggered a thought that made me realize that we should run. I grabbed Payson and high-tailed it out of there. We were on the street running to my house when I heard this computerized voice going, "Cindy _____ and Payson ________ have escaped. Kill Cindy and her parents immediately. Mwuahaha. They didn't even thank us!"

Naturally, I was like, "Noo!" when I remembered my parents were in Florida. Just then, Madi came from behind us and said, "Cindy! Payson!" except she looked kinda different... then I knew she was one of those evil people whose mind was boggled and corrupted. Obviously, Payson didn't realize this, because they acted like they were old friends. For some reason, in this dream, if you touch one of those corrupted people, you get infected and there's a very big chance you become evil too. Madi was trying to get in some sort of physical contact with Payson like poking or something, but I shot a spell at her. (I can't remember what, it sounded really weird and really cool though) Then I grabbed Payson and started flying.

Dream ended.

DISCLAIMER: The people in this dream have NOTHING to do with anything! They did not get hurt, or taken over by any unknown force as stated, so don't hold it against them or me! Blame it on my dream catcher for these weird dreams.

I'm sorry, you probably didn't understand it. Hey, it's a dream, alright? As for the Dan dream... I'm pretty sure he's a vampire. xD So much more attractive than "Sexy" Mitch... lol

American Idol + Michael Johns

I know I know I am REALLY freaking out about this... it seems almost surreal now...

Laura was at my house for a sleepover yesterday, and we wanted to go see the American Idol concert (except the tickets were at higher prices than the internet sells them) so it was a real disappointment that we didn't get to watch it.

But! When we were walking around the building, Michael Johns suddenly walked out from the bus and all the women were like, "omg!" *squeals and takes flash pictures*

Me: *gasp, mouth drop*
Laura: Um...

You see, I've never been in the prescence of a okay to well-known person before. Especially an American Idolist. It almost seems like... a dream...

Well. That was the only good thing that came out of it. But WOW! Michael Johns! If it was David Archuleta or David Cook, the entire crowd from Blue Cross would've started running out of the building (the concert had already started by then). LOL! MICHAEL JOHNS! BRUCE! hehe. (inside joke between me and Julia Tucker)

DeviantART

I got a DeviantART yesterday. If you don't know what that is, it's a site where you post pictures and stuff and other people comment on how good you are (or how bad. xD) I figured that I should get one, since I love drawing manga/anime stuff and Naa-chan said I should. (Nadia)

So now I have a DeviantART, and I already submitted some pictures, even though they stink compared to other people. Oh wellz. I'm just starting out, I guess. =P

I'm probably going to post less here, since I can post a journal entry on DeviantART. If you want to check out my pictures, go to this site:

http://xdeepdivex.deviantart.com

Unity Day

Yesterday was Unity Day at the college that my mom teaches. (New York Chiropractic College) It's annual, and this year I brought Julia T along with me to play. There are a lot of activities there. Tons of food, snow cones, cotton candy, paint activities, balloon stuff... I guess you get the idea. There was a DJ too.

There was this booth thing, where you could take a picture of yourself and paste it onto a magazine cover. Julia and I took a picture of us together and put it on the cover of Teen People. Now we can brag to people that we were chosen to be put on the cover of Teen People. Haha.

Hey Jon, if you read this, there was a skateboard magazine that someone could've chosen. I was thinking that if you came with us, you could take a picture of yourself and put it on the cover of the skateboard magazine! Haha. Fun fun.

But that's not all - Ritti, Murie, Alice, Laura and all you pervy people will enjoy the next part (I hope). There was a trivia game where you pick teams and answer trivia to earn the most points and win money in the final round called Thinkfast. Once, the host picked 5 people from the crowd and made them sing "Bootleg American Idol style", where they had 10 seconds to sing. Then, the next time he picked 5 other people and made them dance "Bootleg So You Think You Can Dance" where you had a certain amount of time to dance. There was this pole that was holding the tent up, and this guy was pole dancing! Like REALLY pole dancing! Like... okay, never mind. You don't need to know. The host was like, "There are old people and children in thsi crowd. Please, THINK OF THE CHILDREN."

You might be wondering what that was for. It was to stay up as long as possible and let the others vote who they like the best and then their team gets to go in the final round. Naturally, the guy who pole danced got the most votes in his dancing competition and got to go to the finals. Except he had to be kicked off when he said that 3x3x3 was 18.

While people were answering trivia and whatnot to get points, there were survey questions. One of the survey questions was "If you could live forever, would you?" and this guy who was sitting a few rows in front of us turned around and shouted to his friend who was sitting directly in front of us, "Do you know how many girls I could have sex with in forever?!?"

Me and Julia: *awkward*

But Jon, there were questions about Jimmy Hendrix and Neil Young and all those people of yours. I'm sorry Ritti and Laura, but there were no questions about Doodler and Hayhair. =( There was a question about Derek Jeter and Jorge Posada though! (My two fav yankee players)

Overall, it was probably the best and most entertaining Unity Day I've been to. (I've been to 3 so far) Maybe next year I can invite more people! =D

Barracudas and Sprints...?

I completely forgot that I had a blog again. Oops, my bad.

I've been doing barracudas... and it's been fun, I guess. Nadia's always there. Madi is sometimes there... Tori's there... umm a lot more kids from our grade are coming more often... hehe.

Now I will tell you about Oren and Danny! They are becoming seniors this year. MAN they are beast! Oren's really good at running, and Danny's really good at swimming... wow. Every day, we have to run a mile on the track in the 4:30 sun (it can be really sunny!) and Oren and Dan and sometimes Mark run like crazy. They pass and lap everyone (you can count on it every time!) and they are just amazing. They can give Andrew and Jake Mullen a run for their money (hahahaha no pun intended.) I bet their mile is like under 6 minutes or something. Once, Dan and Oren finished a full lap ahead of us (me, nadia, and madi). Our time was like a little over 9 minutes, so I can't imagine what their time was. Let's see... 9 divided by 4 is 2.5 minutes or something... so they must've been like 7 minutes... still. Not quite 6 minutes... but they ARE fast. I was telling Jon this; I should bring a video camera and tape them running, then show it to Andrew.

**edited on July 19 - Danny is actually becoming a junior. My bad. =P

Oren sprinting is sooooooooooooooooo... (place undescribable word here) I know I'm stressing the fact that he is SOOO FAST, but he is. It's like that road runner, you know, from the commercials? That chicken that runs really fast... and when Oren runs past you the track becomes dust. And we all go into a coughing fit. He's just THAT FAST.

Okay, I was exaggerating. You have to ask Nadia or Madi about this (although I don't know if Madi knows who Oren is...) but sheesh...

Gas Prices

Jon told me I haven't updated my blog in awhile. Well heh heh... I kinda forgot I had one... *sheepish smile* Eheh... heh heh...

This morning I was telling my dad how our family needed a vacation. I mean, seriously, it's 90 degrees outside, and it probably will stay that way for the next 8 weeks. He decided to tell me about... *drum roll, dun dun dun*

our economy

Yes, yes, children. Our economy. First off, he began with the circle of money-making.

Moohahahaha. The gas prices are going up, so people don't want to buy gas. If people don't buy gas, the gas people don't get paid. If they don't get paid, they make the gas prices go up even more. Eventually they figure out that they aren't getting enough money, and fire half their people, who go home and DON'T HAVE MONEY. Then they lower their gas prices because they don't have as much people... but people still won't buy the gas because now NO ONE HAS MONEY ANYMORE.

This is what our world has become. Completely relying on money. And because of this, I can't go on a long and relaxing vacation this summer. Bummer. (oh hey, that rhymed!)

What happened to those days where your horse took you places, and there was no global warming?

Weird Dreams...

Have you ever had weird dreams where you are someplace, then suddenly, you are somewhere else? You didn't fly there; you didn't walk there... you somehow just teleported there within a split second? Or have you had those dreams where you're seeing yourself doing things, as if you were watching another person, yet you know that YOU'RE the one making the decisions? Almost like you're God or something. Or have you ever had dreams where you roll over on your bed and suddenly if feels like you're falling 10,000 feet? My dad said that if you dream of falling, it means you grew in the night. I've had a dream where I was flying once... it was so cool... just going wherever I want in the air...

Have you ever wondered what guys dream about? Or, if you're a guy, ever wonder what girls dream about? Being a girl, we don't dream about absurd things. At least, not most of the time anyways.

I don't know if anyone else has had this happen to them, but sometimes, I have a dream, and I don't think it's that important of a dream so I disregard it. Then a few days later, something in real life happens, and it reminds me of the dream. It's really scary... dreaming about something and having it happen in real life...

Sometimes I dream about my friends. I always thought that I was kinda too wrapped up in other people's problems. I mean, if someone tells me something, I feel like I have to do something about it. I always worry about my friends, and how they feel and stuff. I hate making anyone feel bad. So that might be the reason why recently I've been dreaming of Ritti and Doodler. It's because I care for Ritti too much. <3

Night #1: For some reason, in this dream, Doodler asked Jamie out in a written index card note. But.. Jamie never replied. So in a room that was very similar to Mr. Mancuso's room, I asked her why she didn't say anything. Jamie's reason was that she didn't like it when guys asked her out; SHE had to be the one who asked anyone out. She told me that she was going to ask him out... yeah. Something like that. It was weird. It might rank as one of my most disturbing dreams.

Night #2: This dream was very long, and my memory of my dreams are pretty hazy. We were taking exams in the atrium (yes! the atrium!), and we were sitting in tables (yes, tables, not desks). Each table was organized by last name alphabetical order... so at my table, I was sitting with people like Doodler and people with last names G-K or whatever. At the next table, which ranged from... I'm not sure. But Ritti was sitting at the next table. And Ritti snuck to our table, and okay, this is kinda disturbing, but it's exactly what happened (sorry Ritti), and Doodler and her started flirting and making out. AT OUR EXAM TABLE. Then later, we were at this huge party or whatever, first come first serve in this big building. And then... I don't know. Andrew and Doodler and whoever were in this place, and the place exploded. And then absolute chaos. Then... I don't know what happened. I think we found Doodler and Andrew and Jack or whoever else was with them and all was well. Please don't ask. I have no clue.

These two dreams probably rank as my weirdest and most not-cool dreams ever. My coolest dream was probably when I was flying...but that dream was scary because my parents were plotting to sell me or whatever... but I know they would never do that in real life. Lol. I've had sad dreams too... like that one time... oh never mind. I figure you guys won't need sad, depressing stories to think about. Catchya later!

Barracudas

It's not that I'm not honoring Buswona by chosing not to use up an entire post about it when it happened last week. It's because... I don't know. Other people have posted about it, and I'm afraid if I do I will break the pact by accident. And then you guys will have to break my neck (on accident.) I am going to honor Buswona using only a sentence and a very long pause.

Buswona was fun, and it was amazing; please give a moment of silence.

[here comes the very long pause]

Now, onto the topic. Barracudas started on Monday of this week, and since then, I have been dead. We run every day for a mile (or maybe even more; no one really has measured), do abs for... I don't know. Fifteen minutes, maybe? We have to do pushups, crunches, squat-thrusts, lunges, high knees, supermans, etc. It's kind of painful. Okay, not kind of. VERY painful.

Then we swim for an hour or so. The swimming part isn't that bad; it's just very annoying. And have you noticed, that even if you do something that's kind of easy, if you do it repeatedly for a very long time you get sore afterwards? That's what swimming is, basically.

And now, my legs are all sore from all that running, and my arms are all sore from all that repeated swimming. You know what? I think getting back into shape is not fun, and definitely killing to your body.

Lesson #1: Always cheat. Cut corners when running, don't do flip turns... etc.

Okay, that wasn't a good lesson. How about the real things we should be thinking about?

Lesson #1: No matter how hard your obstacle is, you will always survive so keep going.
Lesson #2: Don't stop running, because it will always be harder to start back up again.
Lesson #3: Stretch, you'll regret it if you don't.
Lesson #4: DON'T GET OUT OF SHAPE!! You'll regret it even more! And then you'll be like me! All sore and tired and dead... bleugh!

Memorable Quotes

I feel like there should be a post dedicated to all those fun and perverted times! Hooray! I can't think of a lot right now... I'm going to add more later so check back. =)

I distinctively remember a time when Simone would always have to check her answers with mine so that she would feel confident about her answers. Finally, I got annoyed, so I told her, "You need more self-ego!"

When Andrew and I were arguing about how to address each other as siblings, he suddenly bursts out with, "I'm your sister!"

Cindy: No way Jose.
Erin A: Yes way... what else rhymes with "way"?
Simone: Philippe?
Erin A: Okay... Yes way Philippe!

Matt: When I say "sexy" you say "mitch"!

Chris: I started this conversation! And I'm ending it - NOW!

Cindy: Why do you even like her?
Chris: *nervously* ... I don't know!

Connor was saying how David Guy only typed with his index fingers, so I said, "I type with all FIVE of my fingers!" There was a long pause... and then everyone burst into laughter. I'm pretty sure Chris was the one who said, "What did you do, chop your other hand off?" and someone else asked if I had a hook on the other hand... lol. It was something that would've gone on the "blooper" reel of a movie.

Andrew: Rock-a-bye Camera... into the sea...
Cindy: *SCREAM*

Cindy: Ugh! We're idiots!
Phillip Pellegrino: Yeah, you are.

Matt: You like younger women?

Ben: I gave a present to Eric. He has cancer.
Me, Meghana: WTF?!?

When Laura was over at my house, we were talking to Ritti. We were talking about Meghana's party and how she has a lot of earrings. I was going to type to Ritti, "She has a lot of exotic earrings" but Laura reminded me that she had to use the phone and call her parents. So instead of typing what I was supposed to type, I typed, "She has a lot of exotic phones."

On a more happier note...

I apologize for my last post sounding a bit... suicidal. Don't worry; I am not the type to kill myself. (Or maybe you wanted that to happen... I'm sorry for disappointing you.)

I feel like my friends barely know me at all. Here is some trivia you might not have known about me:

Favorite color: Any rich color. Emerald green, red-orange, ruby/blood red, sky blue, sapphire blue, pearl white, sunflower yellow...
Favorite gemstone: I really like sapphire, because that's the month I was born in. Plus, the deep blue color is really pretty. Diamonds are cool, too. They can cut glass. (omg!)
Any pets: 1 standard white poodle named Kirby.
Instruments: Violin, Piano, Flute, Voice, Recorder (I don't think the last two really count, but whatev.)
Hobbies: Photography (<3), Music, Reading, Hanging out on the computer...
Sports: Swimming, I really enjoy softball and soccer though. Volleyball can be fun, but challenging.
Favorite Baseball Team: YANKEES!!! Derek Jeter is amazing!
Admire and look up to: David Archuleta. He is just so talented and such a good person! I wish I could be like him.
Favorite class: Um... I guess gym... but it really depends what unit we're doing. If it's softball, YES!! If it's like tchoukball, heck no! Then, I guess it might be math... because it's the only thing where formulas actually make sense...
Favorite shampoo: Hmm... I use Kiwi Lemon Squeeze from VO5 (herbal escapes), but I don't know. Anything that smells good. Lilac and Lavender is amazing, too.
Favorite scent: Apples and cinnamon... mostly apples though. Is there any place that sells apple perfume?
Favorite Ice Cream: Ooooo... I love vanilla with a little bit of strawberry twist in it. Mmm-mmm good!
Favorite chocolate: Belgium chocolate is... so... delicious. It's mostly made with hazelnut, and I LOVE hazelnut!
Favorite cake/dessert: I love brownies! I only like cake when it's soft and fluffy. Box/powder cakes always taste so... stale and un-moist. Ew.
Favorite halloween candy: They used to put candy sticks and bags of chips in halloween bags (when I was in Canada. I'm sorry, but Canadians put much more AMAZING things in their halloween bags. They have these Smarties but they're like M&Ms, except they are much better.) But with the limited amount of stuff Americans put in halloween bags, I'd probably say KitKats.
Favorite country's food: Italian food is soooo good. I've never had Thai food though... so I can't say if it's good or bad.
Favorite Movies: The Mighty Ducks, Disney pixar movies are good too. I loved Meet the Robinsons, The Incredibles, Shrek... the likes. I like Miyazaki's movies. Spirited Away is UH-MAZING! Princess Mononoke is cute, too.
Favorite movie character: Hmm... this is a hard one. Maybe Haku from Spirited Away. Or Louis from Meet the Robinsons. Or Will Robinson. He was cute. You know, I have no clue. =(
Favorite book character: Um... So many books... I've recently fallen in love with the Percy Jackson from the Lightning Thief. He's just so sarcastic.
Favorite drink: Hot chocolate. Or green tea.
Least favorite drink: Um... I have no idea. Probably Polyjuice Potion. (Yeah right, like I've ever had that!)
Least favorite food: Fish. Any fish that has not been store-processed will make me puke. My parents need to learn that!
Least favorite smell: Do any of us need to know?

Well, that's a scoop of who I am! I don't know what else to say about myself... I don't bite - I promise!

Me

I did not post yesterday. I am dedicating this post to me. Just me. I will not talk about any deep stuff or whatever. This is my story.

I was born on September 25, 1995, in Frammingham, Massachusetts. I moved to Canada, when I was turning two. I grew up in Toronto for seven years. When it was the summer I was turning nine, I moved to Providence, Rhode Island for three months. We then moved to Seneca Falls, NY for 1-2 years. Now I live in Brighton.

I started playing piano when I was six or seven. I quit after about six months because my teacher was really strict. After I moved to Rhode Island, I started playing the violin. I only took 3 lessons though, because we were just about to move to Seneca Falls. In Seneca Falls, there were no violin teachers. I picked up piano again and took voice. I also started playing the flute. Now, looking back, I wish I played a more manly instrument. There were too many flutes. It's not special at all. We moved to Brighton, where I could play flute, piano, and violin simultaneously. I don't like the flute very much. I think I'm going to quit in ninth grade. It's boring, and my mother hates the sound. Even professional flute players make her ears hurt. Me quitting would be doing us all a favor.

I've always been around water, ever since I was born. There was a pool outside of our apartment, and I would play in it with my family. When I moved to Toronto, I started taking lessons and swimming in a swim team when I was five. I've been swimming in a swim team ever since. I wish I could have started diving when I was younger. I love diving.

My best memories in my life were probably the Washington trip. There were so many fun moments; I made so many more friends, and I got to know my acquaintances better. There were no "best" moments on our trip; every memory was special.

I've made many regrets in my life. There are too many to name. I've hurt many people along the way, saying things I probably shouldn't have. I've also tried to help others, sharing their burdens, and I hope that little hospitality I have to offer made their lives more happier.

I just want to say to the world... I'm sorry.

Accidental Accomplishments

I have spent the last few posts trying to introduce myself. Usually I am pretty cheerful, but I also think a lot. You might see me staring at something and become very quiet once in a while. That's probably when I'm thinking very deeply. I also might post some very deep posts once in a while. Blah! Anyways...

Did you know that scientists usually find things that they weren't looking for in the first place? Yeah. That Rutherford guy wasn't looking for the proton. Or something. But he found it, and it was an accident. Oh Bummer. The lesson is: Try doing something impossible and you'll find something else amazing along the way. Let's all tackle impossible dreams!

Yesterday, I found out Andrew doesn't want to come to the Buswona party because "it's falling apart" (quote andrew.) So I thought today would be the last day I'd ever see him again. Right after finals, I was like, "Hey Andrew, since you're not coming to Buswona, I demand a farewell hug!" And guess what he said? "No!"

Then he said he would go to Buswona. (Which is good, because it proves that our party is NOT falling apart!) But now it's at Jack's house, we can't carpool and force him to come. That means... that Chris and Andrew could completely forget/not come... and no one would be able to pick them up...

Oh bummer. So I learned today that when you try to accomplish something, you won't. But you'll accomplish something else... If that even makes sense...

In the Dust

Today is the last day of classes. It finally hits me that there are no classes tomorrow!! Wow, I am really kind of slow at this. Last year, we had parties on the last day of school. What did we do on the today? Hmm... in French we had a scavenger hunt, in English we put on a play involving Chris wearing an absolutely hideous mask, and Sammy wearing a strange rainbow color wig thingy on his head. In Social Studies, the DBQ. Why should we do the DBQ ON THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL?! In short, nothing is the same as before.

On that note, nothing IS the same as before. It seems like on the last few weeks of school, people have been falling in love this way and that. Did you know that some people think love stinks? I'm not really sure, having never experienced true love myself, but I have heard. That whole incident about Andrew backstabbing one of his good friends (and my classmate/friend as well) is one example. The person he likes... is very shallow. Nice, but shallow. And WAYYY concerned about her looks. At least he told me about it though.

Some people, such as people I am acquainted with but am not best friends with (*cough color-head cough*) don't tell me anything. People who I consider a friend don't tell me anything about their love life, which makes me wonder, "Why do people want to know in the first place?" I guess I am a hypocrite, for I do like to know about these things. It's entertaining. It's like a scoop of celebrity gossip, but gossip is never good. Entertaining, yes, moral, never.

If anyone truly knows me, they would know that I truly care about the people I talk to. Even if I talked to you only once or twice... I would still care about you. Possibly not as much as I could care, but I would definitely think about you and your problems. I guess I would say I'm a good listener... sometimes I think I might make a good psychologist. Which is weird, you know? It seems like if I talk to someone often enough, I can figure out what they want to say or what they're going to say and how their going to react. Beware, the mind reader.

Okay, this is a weird post. Going from last day of classes to me being a psychologist... how did I get there? That's another thing you can count on me for doing. Changing the topic... countless amounts of times. I never feel like I'm interesting to talk to, but sometimes, you never know.

Messed Up

So you're probably going to be able to tell that my life right now (and many others') are totally messed up. It all began today... in... science I believe. No, maybe it was homeroom. You know what? I have no idea. But... ah nevermind. I really wasn't going to say anything anyways.
I was staying after in Mrs. Carter's room, and guess who was there? None other than my best school-buswona-brother Andrew, my "fiancee" Samantha Jensen, my octuplet niece whose parents are Dynell and Dino (Emily Karlsson), and Jared Moore. Who wasn't even on Bus #1. It was so weird. Well I guess it REALLY started with me saying that this girl in my science class looked like she really liked Andrew. In the "LIKE" way. This is basically our conversation:

Me: I think ______ has a crush on you.
Andrew: You know, I kinda think so too. She's really nice. I mean, I kinda like her too...
Sam: Wait, who?
Me: Seriously? In the CRUSH way?!?
Andrew: Yeah.
Me: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!! B-b-but... but... omg _______ (our friend) is going to get sooooo mad at you!
Sam: WHO??
Andrew: ______ (the girl)
Sam: Oh.
Andrew: Have you ever backstabbed anyone?
Cindy: *points at Sam* YESS!! She backstabbed me! Last year! I used to like someone, and omg she flippin' stole him from me!
Sam: It wasn't on purpose! I can't control my feelings.
Cindy: Well I can.
Sam: Then you are amazing.
Andrew: Yeah well *our friend* is going to be so mad.
Cindy: Why does he even like her?
Andrew: For OBVIOUS reasons! *makes gesture*
Cindy: I don't even think I wanna know.
(at this point Jared walks in)
Jared: So, what did I miss?
*all glare at Jared*
Andrew: Nevermind. But she's really nice.
Jared: Wait, does Andrew like someone?
Cindy: Uh...
Jared: ANDREW HOW COULD YOU?
Andrew: What?
Jared: You told me you didn't like anyone!
Andrew: I didn't like anyone - until this morning.
(everyone giggles/laughs)

Okay, there is more to this conversation (obviously). I am so surprised at Andrew. I mean, it's one thing to say he stopped liking That Chick, but another to say he likes _____? Sure, they could be friends, but I could NEVER imagine them going out. Sometimes I wonder why I'm even "related" to Andrew. He's crazy!

Beginning

I'm finally creating a blog, how fun.
I am posting today because of my friend, Amrita. Boy, is she angry. Mostly at Sammy. I am too, I guess. I don't really get mad at people. Okay, fine, I do. Okay, I really don't know what to say. Except that Sammy doesn't want to come to the picnic and all of us are heartbroken. What's more, my "buswona-bro" isn't coming unless Sammy is coming. He basically ruined everyone's day.