A Good Week

Mexican Institute of Sound - Mirando a las Muchachas
(No, it's not mariachi or any other horrible Mexican music you may think it is. It's actually more.. like electronic.)

I didn't love this week. First week of school with a Monday. Blech. My Bio class has a semi-permanent substitute, and she's nice and all, but she does the most useless shit ever. "So, what does science mean to you?" -_- I did horribly on my free responses in Calc BC. I'm the type of person who learns something for the year, then the next, clean slate. I remember the easy stuff, but I forgot volume, not to mention volume of a cross section, all the theorems, blah. Fuck you, Riemann. *shank* I swear, I'll find his grave and obliterate it. I keep seeing some motherfucker at school, and for some reason, I keep smiling and waving. Fuck that shit. (Ooo. Getting angry now.)

I started working part time, so I have more time for better things. I didn't need it, cuz I was still managing to get everything done, and I only stayed up out of boredom, but now, I have time for other things, like hanging out with the girls, or taking my mom out for lunch. And with the assurance that my mom doesn't have cancer, this has been a good week.

I got a Digital SLR. I'll post more about it later. Hopefully with some interesting pictures.

I feel like I have so much hw. Why? It's senior year, dammit! Gyar.

Hi.

Ken Oak Band - Summer's Kiss
(I love them so dearly.)

I was talking to a guy recently. At first, I was really skeptical, and I didn't really care much for it. Me care about guys? Not really. After a while, though, I started to like him a bit. Okay, I don't wanna explain the whole thing, so in the end: failed. Things just never work out for me with guys. I have really bad luck or something. Maybe I keep choosing the wrong ones, or maybe I drive them away. Don't know. I'm not trying to sound dramatic or anything, but really, why doesn't any of it work? I actually started liking him, and things were just lax... but I guess it was too laidback for me. Mehhhh. I need to go find some older guys. Holler at me. (I keed. Get away.)

School's alright. It kinda picked up work-wise, but I'm still handling it okay. The only thing that tired me out was work, but starting this week, I'm only working 2-3 days per week, so things should get better.

I retook my senior portrait today cuz they lost people's pictures or something. I didn't really like how I looked, but I just took it anyway. He said I was taking great pictures, but I'm sure they're required to say that.

I want to buy a new vacuum. I'm thinking of that one on the commercial where that British guy talks about bad suction. *Google*... Ah. Dyson. I also found out that they're hundreds of dollars. :D!... Dammit. I hate my vacuum. Maybe next year.. after senior year and my Japan trip. Ack ack ack.

I've had a deviantART account for a while, but I only just started doing stuff on there last week. My stuff sucks though, and I don't have much on there yet, but feel free to check it out. It's in my links area.

I'm gonna vacuum my car with my shit vacuum. Yayuh. (Or I'll watch movies like I planned to do today...)


Tch.

Thoughts About the Mom

Umbrellas - Tests on My Heart
("And I don't want you to save me. What if you did? You'd succeed, and you'd be bored, and leave. I'd be back at square one, and it's such a bad place to begin." Yes, boys suck.)

Yesterday, I went shopping with my mom. She is the perfect shopping buddy. I know, she pays for my clothes, but not only that, she's not the type to linger around you, making you rush, or making you feel guilty for making her wait. She does her own shopping, but we're still able to help each other out. I especially like helping her.. (My mom has some odd fascination with lace. I'll just blame the Vietnamese genetics.) Anyway, we spent a lot of money, but I also bought her clothes and Jamba Juice. It wasn't anything in comparison to what she spent on me for clothes alone, but I still liked doing it anyway. It was my first time really getting her anything since I got my job. I buy her food and such, but I guess clothes are a bigger deal. When we were heading home from Oakridge, I was just sitting in the van, thinking, When she dies, I'm going to be so sad. I don't know why. I just thought about our bonding times, and how we barely argue anymore (We used to argue a lot more.). I guess I just came to thinking about that cuz we went to Sactown recently, and my grandpa has changed so much. He went from being jolly and healthy to scared and pale, since he moved to Sactown (Something we shouldn't have done). I got scared when I saw him, not cuz he was scary looking, but cuz I knew that soon.. So, I got to thinking about my mom. Everything I'm proud of about myself, I got from her. She's made me into the person I am, and I'm glad of it. When my morals get muddled, she helps clear them up (Such as the "Guys suck" morality). And no one cuts my hair like she does (I wouldn't really know since she's cut my hair all my life, but I like the way she cuts my hair). Imagining my life without her, I feel like I'd crash and burn. I wash the vegetables, she cuts them (I have no skills with the knife whatsoever. Fucking tomatoes.). She washes the clothes, I hang, dry, and fold them (Course, most of this is stuff that we did at the old house. Now that my unemployed aunt lives with us, she does pretty much everything.). I really don't know what I'm going to do without my mom. She tells people we're like sisters, and though it sounded funny to me at first, we really are, except that respect is still intact. Despite all my upsets and disappointments, she still manages to be proud of me. I never understood why, but I guess it's just a motherly thing. I'm really going to miss all the times we've had, and will have, together. It scares me to think that she won't always be here.

I'm gonna stop thinking about that. Gah.

I have to take my senior portrait again cuz their camera messed up or something. I have another chance to not do my hair and throw own some make up.. maybe I should actually try this time. Who knows.

I love Ken Oak Band. The lyrics to their newest song, taken from their site:
"trampoline"

i saw her bouncing on a trampoline
the grass was blue and the sky was green
angels' dust on the tips of her wings
it's like you've never seen
and you forget to breathe at all

her hair was flowin'
a cool wind was blowin'
i said 'hello there miss...'
you know you've really got a lovely smile
so would you give me a kiss
if i leaned in like this
i won't tell nobody at all
no i won't tell nobody at all

i could be your fantasy
all but the crown and cape
if you can show me some reality
there's only so much i can take
we can sip on some mushrooms in tea
anything you please
it doesn't faze me at all

my thoughts were clearing
her tone was endearing
she said 'you're good at this...'
my dreams were truthful to me all the while
so would you give me a kiss
if i leaned in like this
i won't tell nobody at at all
no i won't tell nobody at all
no i won't tell nobody

then we stopped dancing
your hands in my hands and
my focus on your lips
and it's hard to resist when you're looking like this
the shape in your dress isn't too hard to miss
thunder and lightning and all this excitement is making me blind
but i won't tell nobody at all
no i won't tell nobody at all
no i won't tell nobody at all
no i won't tell nobody at all

Easy Peasy

Jon B. - I Do

(Love the old R&B. Not like now.)

love them.

I'm a senior. It's hit me, but not that hard. I guess once events start happening (homecoming, rallies, etc.), then I'll realize it more, but as of now, my senior year is just.. whatever. It's easy, so easy that I still have free time even though I work 3 days, 5 days a week. I'm gonna be part-time starting next month or something though because of homecoming, and from there, I'm permanently part-time, so that's a whole bunch of free time. I still hate getting up in the morning.

Just came back from shopping-pho-dessert outing with Lisa and Christine. It's good to just hang out.. but man, am I full.

I have nothing else (that I want to say), and I want to keep my posts short, so I'm out.