tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142581322023-06-20T06:55:21.008-07:00lies I want You to hearrandom things I just feel like letting You know.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-30509007731503780592009-02-07T13:46:00.000-08:002009-02-08T15:56:29.444-08:00Blah blah blah<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Going to Grand Century to do anything is a hassle. I picked up some contacts and ordered more today, but they don't take my parents' insurance, so I have to pay and then have the insurance company pay us back. Blah blah blah. After going to the optometrist, I went into the mall to get my mom some nuoc mia. The guy charged me $8 for 2. After paying, I looked at the signs posted with the menu. Nuoc mia was $3.49. $3.49 times two... is.... not $8. I guess he took me for a fool cuz I don't look very Vietnamese-y. Like an ABC but the Vietnamese equivalent. I debated whether I should ask for the $1 back, but I decided not to. My mom told me I was stupid when I got home. I didn't intend to tell her the price, but... eh, long story. My mom just likes to complain about small stuff that Vietnamese moms would all complain about. I got frustrated listening to her, asking, "Do you want it or not?" cuz she thinks I didn't go to the right store blah blah blah. My dad just told my mom to forget about it and that she didn't even tell me where to get it so how would I know blah blah blah. I went upstairs to my room and found I was sucking on air through my straw. I opened my cup of nuoc mia and found that 3/4 of the cup was packed with ice.<br /><br />Stupid grand century.<br /></span></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-42520019258021803712009-02-01T16:48:00.000-08:002009-02-01T17:57:24.898-08:00Not Too Bad<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Nat King Cole - Autumn Leaves (French)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">I absolutely love this song in this version from this singer. I can't find the French version anywhere except for Pandora, so I can only hope the luck is on my side to hear it.<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><br /><br />This weekend turned out to be a lot better than I'd expected.<br /><br />I went to my first Friday chemistry lecture of the quarter and went to Sacramento with my parents to visit family since we weren't able to do so before Tet. I was really dreading it because I never love going to Sacramento; I usually find myself just sitting around, staring off. It's not horrible, but since we were going to stay the night also, I grumbled a lot. Antoine's birthday party was also that night, so I was a little bitter that I was going to miss it after not hanging out with him for about.. 4 years?<br /><br />At around 4:30, we arrived at my grandparents' house at which we were going to also stay the night. There was going to be a family dinner at my aunt's in the evening, so I had a lot of time to kill. My uncle, Bac Tien, served me pho after bragging about how his pho is hella bomb (though not in those words). It was... pretty bad. My parents agreed with my thoughts, but of course, none of us said it aloud. My mom made a few comments on how it wasn't sweet enough and that it was too salty. I'm not sure if it was the saltiness that got me; I can't describe it correctly, but it tasted to me like it came from a powder and more water needed to be added.<br /><br />The family dinner was alright. I'm pretty indifferent to most things. The food was fine to me. We were having hot pot with noodles, and I didn't think the broth was very flavorful and there was some weird additional dip for whatever was cooked in the hot pot, but I thought it was okay. My parents corrected me in the car during the trip back home the following day by saying it was some of the worst they'd ever had. Whoops. Anyway, I hung out with my cousins a bit. We played Apples to Apples and Cranium. I'm usually pretty competitive, but I was tired and playing with mostly 12 year olds. My cousin, Thuy Linh, is pretty chill. She's 12 years old, I think, but she was a painnnnn when she was a little kid. Now she's pretty cool, but I can't say the same for all of her friends. I don't mean to pick on little girls, but two of her friends whose names I forgot seemed really... stupid, and it's not just because they were both on the opposing team haha. They just acted very dimwitted and kept messing up Cranium. For example, if you're supposed to draw and try to get your teammates to guess the word/phrase, your teammates can't see the word on the card because.. obviously, they're supposed to guess! They kept showing each other the card and looking at the answer while my team kept yelling at them to stop fucking up (again, not in those words).<br /><br />One of my cousins who is a year younger than me, Thuy Dan, is cool to talk to. I'm not close to any of my cousins, regrettably, but we always have okay small talk, though I hate small talk. Anyway, she has a new boyfriend who goes home with her every weekend she goes home from UOP, I guess. At first glance, I thought, <span style="font-style: italic;">She could do better</span>. I didn't talk to him, but he seems alright in the average, unspectacular way (I try not to judge..). She left her house early with her boyfriend to go to a hotel to stay with his parents who were visiting from LA. According to my aunt, his parents asked Thuy Dan to stay with them for a night. Call me traditional, but that's just absurd. Maybe if they all went vacationing together, that would be reasonable to stay with the boyfriend's parents, but she left home to stay at a hotel with them. I can't really put my finger on it, but I find it weird. What surprised me most was that my uncle and aunt approved. I guess my aunt has gotten soft, but I would've expected my uncle to immediately dismiss such a proposition. I thought it was really strange, but it's not my business, so I really don't care that much.<br /><br />After returning to my grandparents' house, everyone went to sleep. I went back and forth through being asleep and being awake throughout the night because of random late-night conversations and texts with friends. The next morning, my parents and I made some rounds to different relatives' houses to say goodbye. We said bye to my grandparents, an uncle, an aunt, another uncle who wasn't at home but at my grandparents', my grandparents again, my aunt's mom who isn't my grandma, then finally left! It was a long ordeal that spanned across 3 hours.<br /><br />The best moments of being in Sacramento were when we were sitting around the table at my grandparents'. I don't have much to contribute to the family gossip, and I'm glad I don't have to get involved with that bullshit, but when the subject changed to something other than drama, I felt happy to just sit there and listen. I chimed in now and then, but I was happy listening to my grandparents. My grandma is still healthy mentally though it's hard for her to do much physically; my grandpa seems a lot healthier. He stopped talking after he moved to Sacramento and whenever he did talk, he was always distressed about something. This weekend, he was able to even joke a little. When I was saying bye to him, he started to get upset like he usually does, and I tried to hug him, but he didn't want me to and mumbled something about being a burden and wanting to die early. It sounds pretty dramatic, and hearing it isn't great, but he does that a lot, so we try to just smile and laugh it off, saying, "Don't be ridiculous." He continued to mumble and told me, "You know I love you, right?" I don't know, I just felt sad. I think it's because all of my life, I've never really been able to express to my grandparents how much I appreciated them other than through elementary Vietnamese phrases, hugs and kisses, and stupid smiles. I think it was sad that he had to say that, as if I didn't know already.<br /><br />When I got home yesterday, I made Antoine a flan cake in memory of the days we used to be close and when he made one for my birthday and gave it to him last night. I forgot his mom was vegan, so I brought it to his house and she was like, "Ohh.. we'll take it from your heart, but we don't eat it." Antoine isn't a vegetarian, but his mom doesn't know. I felt really stupid for forgetting. Epic fail. We still ate some in his room though. It was my first attempt at making flan cake. It was pretty good, but I think I had too much caramel, so each bite got closer to sickeningly sweet. We only managed to eat half, and flan cake isn't even filling, so that wasn't much. We watched <span style="font-style: italic;">Taken</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Vicky Cristina Barcelona</span> on his 30something inch LCD. I've seen most of <span style="font-style: italic;">Taken</span> already since it's actually a somewhat old movie, but I wanted to see the whole thing on a big screen (I suggested seeing it in theatres, but he wanted to just watch it at his house). I really liked it; it was so badass. <span style="font-style: italic;">VCB</span> was a little awkward to watch cuz of all the sensual scenes, but I got over it by the 3rd one. We also tried watching some TV shows and part of <span style="font-style: italic;">Chocolate</span>, but it quickly became 6:30AM, so he took me home. By the way, sorry Larry for not being able to talk to you on the phone!<br /><br />The end of my weekend is going to suck though. School work. Chemistry lab report time.<br /></span></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-46334003591978221942009-01-29T15:55:00.000-08:002009-01-29T16:01:20.696-08:00AIM Adventures #1<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">[15:43] 4: do u wanna cuddle</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">[15:44] Mi Xao ngon: yah</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">[15:44] 4: wtf</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">[15:44] 4: really</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">[15:44] Mi Xao ngon: ya</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">[15:44] Mi Xao ngon: i'm actually talking to a friend about how today is perfect cuddle day</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">[earlier conversation]</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">[15:26] any: watcha up to?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">[15:27] Mi Xao ngon: lying down in bed</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">[15:27] Mi Xao ngon: aloneeee</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">[15:28] Mi Xao ngon: this is one of those days where i wouldn't mind sleeping all day with someone</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">[15:28] any: ahahaha</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">[/end earlier conversation]</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">[15:45] 4: do you have a book to read too</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">[15:45] Mi Xao ngon: ?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">[15:48] 4: like we can cuddle</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">[15:48] 4: and read a book too</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">[15:49] Mi Xao ngon: mm i'm not gonna cuddle with you</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">[15:49] 4: oh</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">pwned.</span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-18117366755466423472008-11-13T21:54:00.000-08:002008-11-13T22:04:15.776-08:00Thoughts<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Fat Joe - Make It Rain (Remix)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">The only song in which I can stand Lil Wayne.</span><br /><br />I really hate Lil Wayne. I hate that he thinks he's the best rapper alive when he is so far from that. Suck my dick.<br /><br />I was dating this guy and I still like him, but he likes his ex now. Worst luck evar. He still hugs me and kisses me on the cheek though. Should I be a bitch? Wouldn't that make him not like me..? Actually, I think I have don't have a chance anymore because I think he's already talking to his ex. Errrrrrggghhh. I'm lousy at getting over guys.<br /><br />This guy who used to like me texts and IMs me now and then. I told him that I don't ever want to speak to him again a long time ago, but he still reaches out to me sometimes randomly. Should I tell him to shut up and fuck off? Note: He had a girlfriend who he is still with and probably still goes around cheating on her/ dating on the side. I just want to put him in his place because who he is he to think that he can do that? It's not a big deal though, so I've just been ignoring him so far. I hate that these guys I don't want to talk to ever again keep trying to talk to me.<br /><br />Tracy just showed me this stream. 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Hopefully I'll be productive over the next couple of hours.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">My day started by waking up at 1PM. I hate doing that when I intend to get a lot of work done, cuz it's just no way to start. I was going to go to MLK to study and do homework, and I didn't. I stayed at home doing nothing instead :[ Then I went to a birthday dinner at Hukilau. I've never eaten there before and I didn't like it that much. Too much gravy on my tonkatsu with barely enough rice. I've never really eaten Hawaiian food before. Everyone used to always go to L&L, but I still have never tried it, and especially after today, I don't want to. Call me crazy, Larry.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Now I'm uselessly blogging. Nothing important or interesting on this end of the Internet. Just bored -_-. I should definitely use all this wasted time on my UC applications instead..</span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-86586401284619798542008-11-02T01:22:00.000-07:002008-11-02T04:13:47.758-08:00An Interesting Night<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Stars - Reunion</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">First song to play on my Pandora. Somewhat fitting, at least the title is.</span><br /><br />Wow, I haven't been on this thing for a long ass time. It's been almost a year since my last post. After reading L</span><span style="font-family:arial;">arry's blog, I felt like posting. *shrug* I guess I've changed a lot in a year. I should have, at least. My last post was such a downer.. Well, I don't plan on keeping this long, so maybe I should skip all the updates and go over my Halloween night. It'll probably a more interesting read for Larry, the only person who would read this. :]<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v342/136/114/504413661/n504413661_1525033_8020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 208px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v342/136/114/504413661/n504413661_1525033_8020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">My Halloween night began at a friend's birthday/ Halloween party. I'll be frank. It was pretty boring. Before I even left the house, I knew it wasn't</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> going to be great. I don't know why I didn't go with my friends to Berkeley to party. I guess I just thought it was too far. After staying for what seemed a polite duration (if there is such thing), Phillip (my ride) and I left. On the way back, I called Leland to see if he was still planning to go to Berkeley to party (a separate party from my friends' plan) with Larry. He didn't go yet and didn't care about sneaking out, so we were on our way. Yay, spontaneity. We got to Larry's "penthouse" with little misdirection and surprised him. Seeing some high school friends I haven't seen in a while was cool too.<br /><br />The place was packed! I had to excuse me-sorry my way<span style="font-family:arial;"> through many rooms and hallways, one in which I got fingered. Some sick bastard decided to just run his finger up my skirt. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">[TANGENT&RANT]</span> I swear I knew who the fool was as it was happening to me. There was a guy close to me, creepily staring at me as it happened as if he was waiting for a positive reaction. I should've just punched the 3 guys (alright, maybe it was a girl.. whatever.) closest to me, but I just decided to move through the crowd. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">[/END TANGENT&RANT]</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span></span><br /><br />Despite all the people, I didn't meet many new people; I just hung out with the people I already knew from middle and high school, most of whom were the hosts. I'm usually very social at parties, but I guess it's because I have a shorter attention span when I drink, so I just talk to whoever's next to me. I met some of Larry's Oakland friends. One was a guy named Hieu who I talked to while getting jungle juice (and having strangers spill it all over me). He was grinding on me earlier that night (yes, greatness.. -_-). He was kind of cute, I think. I can't really remember now, but what I do remember is my friend, Simrunn, catching up with me, standing in between Hieu and myself, talking to me a lot about who knows what, Hieu eventually walking away, and my getting cockblocked (or.. kittyblocked, rather. whatever.) I thought that was a little funny. At the end of the night, all we exchanged were names and and a hug. Disappointing.<br /><br />What was also funny, and a little awkward, was Robert Chao hitting on me. Yup. I honestly see him as a brother at most. He was wrapping his arms around me and saying I was his main girl and that he no longer had a girlfriend (which was a lie, haha). I think it was a mix of him being drunk and my costume being somewhat of a catalyst, not to say it was great, but it called for some of that attention, I guess. Everytime a guy said he liked it or that he loved me, I just replied, "Yah, I know." I don't like to stop for fools.<br /><br />I surprisingly had a lot of fun. The surprising element is that I was sober. Sober fun at a party. I probably would have had a lot more fun if I drank.<br /><br />This post was long. I give up.<br /></span></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-22265515285926099182007-11-11T13:46:00.000-08:002007-11-12T19:05:07.403-08:00But I Couldn't Make You See It...<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">John Mayer - Slow Dancing In a Burning Room</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">Nobody's going to come and save you...</span><br /><br />Kenneth and I broke up.<br />He was my perfect boyfriend, and he says I was his ideal (though I think that idea died long ago), but we weren't happy. He broke up with me, and I am still in love with him, but I don't think I was completely happy either. I'm sure he was less happy than </span><span style="font-family:arial;">I was though. I think I need a long time off to think about the things I really want, and whether whatever those are includes a relationship. I'm really sad that we broke up, but I think it's not only because I loved him, but also because I loved the thought of him. I'm still unclear about how I feel about this, but I just know that I'm grateful for Kenneth being my first love. And every time I think of him from now on, I'm going to beat myself up repeatedly with a mental bat for fucking up our relationship that I couldn't even dare to dream of.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFkhyqTT9jQ/RzkUIJvp_-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TKeV1A3FNEw/s1600-h/group26.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFkhyqTT9jQ/RzkUIJvp_-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TKeV1A3FNEw/s320/group26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132155380652703714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Well, fuck.</span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-39309182991335588172007-09-24T22:46:00.000-07:002007-09-24T23:06:23.165-07:00I Hate Being Here.<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Evan & Jaron - Distance</span><br /><br />This will probably only consist of rants, so if you hate it when I whine, feel free to gtfo.<br /><br />I'm trying not to think about it, and most of the time, I don't, but when I do, I realize that GODDAMN I am sad as hell.<br /><br />Everyone's left, and I feel awkward. There are still some people here, but no one I feel close to (at least not anymore), and everyone has their own shit to do. I sometimes wish I went to SDSU just to be closer to everyone in SoCal. It's not something I'd ever do because even I think that's silly, to go to a school I don't want to go to just for other people, but I really hate being here now.<br /><br />"Everyone" that's left includes Kenneth. It's only been a couple days, but I still haven't even gotten to really talk to him. I didn't mind at first cuz I can understand that he's excited, but now, I feel so fucking sad that I can't stand it anymore. Of course, I'm not going to bother to even tell him cuz, for one, he's too busy, and two, why should I make him feel bad just cuz he did better than me in school and left? I have no right; it just makes me want to get over him, though. I'm sick of waiting to talk to him all the time, and I'm not going to whine to him about not giving me enough attention, so I'd rather just end it. Call me extreme, but shit, I'm sad as fuck. I know I'll see him soon enough, but just seeing him isn't enough. I'm still trying to think that it's all because he's just moved in and he's going out since he doesn't have school yet. I'm sure it's not even as bad as I might make it sound, but I keep getting closer to becoming depressed that I just don't want to worry about it anymore. Even though I didn't want it to, my world pretty much revolved around him, and now, I'm down in the pits. Fuck it.<br /><br />What makes me more mad about my situation is that I'm at school with all these other people from high school that didn't even fucking try, and I'm at the same level as them now at this damn college. Fuck. I know it's my own fault for being such a stubborn motherfucker about studying and/ or even trying in high school, but this fucking sucks. Why the fuck am I here. Fuck this shit. God, I wanna just crawl into bed and never get out. I have no fucking motivation cuz I have no idea what the fuck to major in, and it's gonna take two years to transfer.... that's fucking long. God. I don't want to even try (Yah, I must be really stubborn and stupid to say that) cuz I don't think I can push myself for two years in this banal shithole.<br /><br />Rant rant rant raaannttt. Second day of school tomorrow at "college." Whatever. I feel so out of it that I don't even know how I'm going to get up tomorrow. I was having trouble sleeping last night till 2 AM, and the only person who was there for me wasn't even Kenneth. Hah.<br /></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1168320862997259652007-01-08T21:24:00.000-08:002007-01-08T21:36:08.046-08:00I Feel Like I'm Shrinking..<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Copeland - Love Affair</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">(zomg. I'm in love with this song. Awesome how I didn't make a corny pun with the song title and all, right? I know.)</span><br /><br />Over my Christmas break, I got to see Duy again after a couple of months. Thinking about it, he wasn't gone for <span style="font-style: italic;">that </span>long, but it really felt like forever. We ate, hung out, ate, played piano, went to MGL where he met Kenneth, got 8 tubes of Gummy Choco and a big box of Hello Panda, and... well, not much. I don't know, but it was really nice just seeing him and being able to talk to him.<br /><br />He left for KS, and soon, he'll leave for Afghanistan.<br />It's in a couple of weeks, he says. He told me to go to sleep when he woke me up at 3 AM this morning with a call. All he was feeling, I couldn't comfort him. He wouldn't let me.<br /><br />I hope it's not what he says.. but by the way he talked the night before he left, I feel like he's prepared me, though I know I'm not even close.<br /><br />.. as I'm waiting for him to leave.<br /></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1168213748856776792007-01-07T15:37:00.000-08:002007-01-07T15:49:08.873-08:00It's Still Vacation<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Copeland - I'm a Sucker for a Kind Word</span><br /><br />On Friday, I went with Kenneth to his Joi Ying performance for a Vietnamese community thing for the new mayor of San Jose, Chuck Reed. It was pretty fun, though at first, I was really nervous. I didn't know anyone, I didn't know how to approach anyone. Zomg, so I just watched the cute little kids who were the demons. :D They performed their opening, but something happened and they didn't get to do their drunken lion part. We sat in the back and ate. I wasn't going to eat at first, but Kenneth's friend, Wilkent, started putting food on my plate. I still refused to eat, but he called over an adult (Iono if he was one of their sifu) and told him I wouldn't eat. I tried not to look at him, but he started tapping my shoulder, saying, "Excuse me." I slowly turned around with a meek "yes," and started getting grilled as to why I wasn't eating: Why aren't you eating? You're not hungry? The food's not good enough for you? You want some McDonald's?... eek. He then called a waiter over and told him in Chinese that I didn't think the food was good enough. The waiter asked if I needed lobster to eat. T__T So embarrassing. I told them I'd eat, and the guy told me that I was a guest and they had to pay for me. Aiyah..<br /><br />Anyway, getting to know Kenneth's other friends was cool. At one point, I went to the bathroom, and Kenneth's friend, Brian.. Bryan(?), started mocking me. He was pretending to tie up his nonexistent long hair, and leaned his head on Kenneth. Kenneth told me that he pushed him away and Br_an threatened him with flicking. Spot on. -___-<br /><br />I saw <span style="font-style: italic;">The Holiday</span>. It didn't get great reviews, but I liked it.<br /><br />I have plenty-o-tubes of Gummy Choco, which will run out quickly.<br /><br />My state of mind is still in vaca-mode. Dammit. *shank*<br /></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1165779260527779832006-12-10T11:14:00.000-08:002006-12-10T11:37:55.636-08:00Here It Comes..<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Broken Social Scene - Windsurfing Nation</span><br /><br />December<span style="font-family:arial;">. All I can think of is getting sick, which I think I'm doing now. Hopefully not. Oh yah, yay! November's over. No more college apps and shit.<br /><br />This week is the last week before Holiday Break. After that, everything will zoom by, and whoa, out of high school. I wonder what's going to happen..<br /><br />I haven't been up to much. Nothing new. I just go to school, go to work, do homework, and go out now and then. I want to start doing things, though, like learn how to cook something. That was my goal in the summer, but I didn't do it. -___-<br /><br />I've recently REALLY been wanting shoes. Well, I always did, but I just gave up before cuz I didn't want to use money, but now, I REALLY want them. =[ Nooo. I have to save up money. Finally almost back to 500.. =/ I was going to have over 1k once this year was over, but I didn't take Christmas into account. Who knew it was so damn expensive? (I really didn't think about it. Shush.)<br /><br />I hate driving in the rain. I'd rather walk, or, more like me, twirl down the street, in the rain.<br /><br />I really need to raise my grades. *bang bang*<br /><br />I guess that starts with doing homework (it more starts with going to class, but that's only 1st period that I need to work on :D). Laaaate.<br /><br />Scrubs *hart*. Check that shit on the side menu.<br /></span></span></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1160269456406688932006-10-07T18:00:00.000-07:002006-10-07T18:04:16.470-07:00<span style="font-family: arial;">I keep finding myself at the end of the week thinking, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">This was a horrible week.</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> That sucks.<br /><br />Michelle Branch! Whoo~<br /><br />Where're my packages? Rawr.<br /><br />I have to go to church today and then to dinner... Maybe I'll just drive myself so I can go home.<br /><br />Whoa. Alicia Keys. What happened to her? Last I saw her in anything, it was in some horrible music video singing as a featured artist.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Some people want it all, but I don't want nothing at all, if it ain't you, baby, if I ain't got you, baby.<br /></span></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1159863496957914202006-10-03T01:17:00.000-07:002006-10-03T01:18:16.970-07:00<span style="font-family: arial;">I swear I look like Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer right now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">YUP! I'm sick, though you shouldn't be at all surprised. </span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1159739912641002022006-10-01T14:40:00.000-07:002006-10-01T14:58:32.656-07:00I feel like smashing someone with my elbow<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Justin Timberlake - SexyBack</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">(This is going to be on repeat allllllll day, cuz I have to make up a dance, or at least most of one, by tomorrow. Ah shiiieettt. *elbow*)</span><br /><br />I just wasted about 3-4 hours of my Sunday, and I want them back. *elbow* I just chipped off some of my dignity by trying to be anything but what I want to be: a concise, blunt bitch. *elbow* Even now, I probably wouldn't be able to say no. *elbow*<br /><br />Why the heck does JT start singing on the 8/8 count rather than 1/8? That little shit.<br /><br />Screw it. It's sprinkling, it's gloomy, I'm in a bad mood, and I'm sick of SexyBack when homecoming hasn't even started. I'm gonna treat myself to some jazz. I think I deserve it.<br /><br />Jazz singers totally understand chicks.<br /><br />I had some green tea earlier. I feel kinda better cuz I woke up all snotty and funky in the throat, but I'm in a horrible, horrible mood.<br /><br />And I'm a terrible person.<br /><br />My emotions always turn into anger. I don't know why. I'm actually feeling a little sad, and a lot disappointed, but it just evolves into anger. So rawr. *elbow*<br /><br />I'm gonna start staying indoors, with my J3 reader constantly by my side. Yah, SAT II's. I'm gonna get fucked over so well.<br /><br />I want to rearrange my room. I hate how my couch isn't facing my computer. I also still need to hook up my stereo. This whole turning-on-the-computer-just-to-listen-to-music thing is not working out. Like now. I totally want to turn up the bass on my jazz, lie in bed or on my couch, and chill out. I could do that now, I know, but it's just not the same. When the computer's on, I don't like leaving it on for no reason. Blehhhhhh.<br /><br />I still haven't eaten. *elbow*<br /><br />I want to go play with my SLR.<br /><br />Why am I so sensitive? *elbow*<br /><br />I will save up $1,000 by the end of this year. I <span style="font-weight: bold;">must</span>.<br /><br />You make me smile with my heart..<br /><br />Ta-ta.<br /></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1158437374464750012006-09-16T12:49:00.000-07:002006-09-16T13:11:29.870-07:00A Good Week<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Mexican Institute of Sound - Mirando a las Muchachas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">(No, it's not mariachi or any other horrible Mexican music you may think it is. It's actually more.. like electronic.)</span><br /><br />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 <span style="font-weight: bold;">you</span>?" -_- 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. (<span style="font-weight: bold;">Ooo. Getting angry now.</span>)<br /><br />I started working part time, so I have more time for better things. I didn't <span style="font-style: italic;">need</span> 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.<br /><br />I got a Digital SLR. I'll post more about it later. Hopefully with some interesting pictures.<br /></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1158130384312545982006-09-12T23:52:00.000-07:002006-09-12T23:53:04.323-07:00<span style="font-family: arial;">I feel like I have so much hw. Why? It's senior year, dammit! Gyar. </span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1157938151522046722006-09-10T18:04:00.000-07:002006-09-10T18:31:04.296-07:00Hi.<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Ken Oak Band - <a href="http://www.myspace.com/kenoak">Summer's Kiss</a></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">(I love them so dearly.)</span><br /><br />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.)<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I'm gonna vacuum my car with my shit vacuum. Yayuh. (Or I'll watch movies like I planned to do today...)<br /><br /><br />Tch.<br /></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1157315428220505572006-09-03T12:51:00.000-07:002006-09-03T13:31:26.293-07:00Thoughts About the Mom<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Umbrellas - Tests on My Heart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">("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.)</span><br /><br />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, <span style="font-style: italic;">When she dies, I'm going to be so sad.</span> 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.<br /><br />I'm gonna stop thinking about that. Gah.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I love Ken Oak Band. The lyrics to their newest song, taken from their <a href="http://www.xanga.com/kenoak">site</a>:<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> "trampoline"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > i saw her bouncing on a trampoline</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > the grass was blue and the sky was green</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > angels' dust on the tips of her wings</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > it's like you've never seen</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > and you forget to breathe at all</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > her hair was flowin'</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > a cool wind was blowin'</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > i said 'hello there miss...'</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > you know you've really got a lovely smile</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > so would you give me a kiss</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > if i leaned in like this</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > i won't tell nobody at all</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > no i won't tell nobody at all</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > i could be your fantasy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > all but the crown and cape</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > if you can show me some reality</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > there's only so much i can take</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > we can sip on some mushrooms in tea</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > anything you please</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > it doesn't faze me at all</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > my thoughts were clearing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > her tone was endearing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > she said 'you're good at this...'</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > my dreams were truthful to me all the while</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > so would you give me a kiss</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > if i leaned in like this</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > i won't tell nobody at at all</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > no i won't tell nobody at all</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > no i won't tell nobody</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > then we stopped dancing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > your hands in my hands and</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > my focus on your lips</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > and it's hard to resist when you're looking like this</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > the shape in your dress isn't too hard to miss</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > thunder and lightning and all this excitement is making me blind</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > but i won't tell nobody at all</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > no i won't tell nobody at all</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > no i won't tell nobody at all</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > no i won't tell nobody at all</span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1157183544565076032006-09-02T00:39:00.001-07:002006-09-02T00:54:41.380-07:00Easy Peasy<div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jon B. - I Do</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">(Love the old R&B. Not like now.)</span><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/e8d3scd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/320/e8d3scd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">love them.<br /></span></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">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.<br /><br />Just came back from shopping-pho-dessert outing with Lisa and Christine. It's good to just hang out.. but man, am I full.<br /><br />I have nothing else (that I want to say), and I want to keep my posts short, so I'm out.<br /></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1156748080533443552006-08-27T23:52:00.000-07:002006-08-28T00:25:26.880-07:00Victoria Loves Me<span style="font-family:arial;">.. And I should really be doing homework. -_- (Note: This is old. It was my first, and thus far, my only, attempt at vector art.)</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/01.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/320/01.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/02.3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/320/02.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1146378547793350852006-04-29T22:52:00.000-07:002006-08-27T23:52:12.456-07:00I Need To Stop<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">This Day and Age - History is Falling for Science</span><br /><br />After going to Eastridge with my mom today, we</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> ate at In-N-Out. I told my mom to get a table, and when I found her after getting a drink, I wished I chose the table and she got the drink. She chose a table next to a couple of girls who were talking loudly and it wasn't a nice place to relax, which was what my mom had in mind cuz only I was eating, but she wanted to eat-in anyway to just hang out. While my mom and I were eating and talking abo</span><span style="font-family:arial;">ut summer and trips (Japan :D, possibly Europe next year, L.A. this year cuz of my uncle and his family, blah), I constantly heard the girls next to me cursing and... just being stupid. For example, they were talking about.. iono, probably making out or something, and they were talking about how their lips were big in a positive way. I looked over and saw one pouting her lips and using her hands to make them poutier as she</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> talked about how they weren't thick, but they were nice or something (many "or something"s cuz I didn't exactly want to listen, but how could</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> I not when they were saying it for everyone to hear and I was right next to them?). Man, how self-centered can people get? I tried to just keep talking to my mom to tune them out (and hopefully mute them for my mom), but contantly, they kept talking aloud about boys, how they drink (and drive simulaneously. Idiots.), how they do drugs, etc. I really should've just moved, but I don't know</span><span style="font-family:arial;">. I just didn't. *shrug*</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I really don't want to be racist, but whenever I run into this kind of stuff... well, how can I not be? It's always the same people. I'm not saying only this ra</span><span style="font-family:arial;">ce of people get drunk and get high, but only this race of people talk about it so stupidly. (I heard a part about how one of them drove home drunk, got home drunk, and talked to her parents drunk. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Stupid.) Or, maybe it's just that only this race can manage to piss me off so damn easily. (I was annoyed prior to looking at them, but right when I looked at them, it just justified both my feeling of annoyance and my racism.)<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I got my passport today. FUCK! WHY CAN'T PE</span><span style="font-family:arial;">OPLE GET MY NAME RIGHT?! IT'S FUCKING MICHELLE THIEN H<span style="font-weight: bold;">UO</span>NG D<span style="font-weight: bold;">UO</span>NG! How the fuck do you mess that up? What's more, how the fuck do you mess up only my middle name, but not my last name? My name appears as "Michelle Thienhoung Duong." And since when did my middle name become one word? Can't they see the fucking space in between?! Jeez.<br /><br />Hmm.. I think I'm pissed cuz AP's are this week.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">RAWR!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yamapi <3><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/Yamapi04.0.jpg"><br /></a>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1156586019424321972006-08-25T21:45:00.000-07:002006-08-27T03:23:43.973-07:00Why, Hello<span style="font-family:arial;"><p>So here's the quiz:<br />Put your music player on shuffle.<br />Press forward for each question.<br />Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. You'll be surprised though.<br />NO CHEATING!<br /><br /><b>How am I feeling today?</b><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><em></em>Tilly and The Wall - The Freest Man<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I guess I'm feeling free?</span><br /><br /><b>Will I get far in life?</b><br />Regina Spektor - Chemo Limo<em><br /></em><span style="font-style: italic;">Apparently not...</span><br /><br /><b>How do my friends see me?</b><br /><em></em>Pierre-Jean Gidon - Just The Way You Are<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Aww.</span><br /></p> <p><b>Where will I get married?</b><br />Athletic Mic League - Trouble<em></em><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I guess I won't get married. T_T</span><br /><br /><b>What is my best friend's theme song?</b><br />Snow Patrol - <em></em>Ways & Means<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So much for that.<span style="font-style: italic;"> This is ending up to be a very sad quiz..</span></span><br /><br /><b>What is the story of my life?</b><br />Tilly and The Wall - Ice Storm, Big Gust, and You<em><br /></em><span style="font-style: italic;">It seems like my life isn't going to be all sunny days.</span><br /></p> <b>What was high school like?</b><br />Bright Eyes - Bowl of Oranges<em></em><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cuz it was fruity and juicy?</span><br /><br /><b>How can I get ahead in life?</b><br />Fall of Transition - Violent (Acoustic)<em><br /></em><span style="font-style: italic;">So.. kill everyone in my way?</span><br /><br /><b>What is the best thing about me?</b><br />Clazziquai - Flower<em></em><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">... My flower? I beg to differ.</span><br /><br /><b>What was today like?</b><br />Muse - Dead Star<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm beginning to think that I listen to horrible music.</span><br /><br /><b>What is in store for this weekend?</b><br />The Pussycat Dolls - Wait A Minute<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Seems like it means my weekend will get put off, unless I go by its lyrics and I'll be a gold diggin' slut. I don't know which I prefer.</span><br /><br /><strong>What song describes my parents?<br /></strong>Taking Back Sunday - Eleven<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If I go by the lyrics, it's pretty sad. " Maybe it wasn't good enough, but I gave you all I could."</span><br /><br /><b>How is my life going?</b><br />Phantom Planet - Rise the Setting Star<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Seems like it's saying my life has been a waste of time. Eek.</span><br /><br /><b>What song will they play at my funeral?</b><br />Jimmy Eat World - 23<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That makes me happy.</span><br /><br /><b>How does the world see me?</b><br />Maria Taylor - Speak Easy<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">As an honest person who can speak their mind? Though, this song is actually about love. Iono.</span><br /><br /><b>Will I have a happy life?</b><br />Natalie Imbruglia - Satisfied<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That sounds good, though most up to this point hasn't sounded great. So, the song is actually about trying to be satisfied, and how it doesn't work out. Ah, that's more like it.</span><br /><br /><b>What do my friends really think of me?</b><br />The Pussycat Dolls - Don't Cha<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Apparently, they don't think I'm hot like them, freak like them, raw like them, or fun like them.</span><br /><br /><b>Do people secretly lust after me?</b><br />Murs - Transitionz As A Ridah<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I guess not.</span><br /><br /><b>How can I make myself happy?</b><br />Some song from the Love Story In Harvard OST<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">... Go to Harvard? Well, that sucks for me.</span><br /><br /><b>What should I do with my life?</b><br />Eric Benet & Tamia - Spend My Life With You<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But just who is this "you?"</span><br /><br /><b>Will I ever have children?</b><br />Kanye West - Addiction<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I guess I'm gonna have a whole bunch due to an addiction to.. sex?</span><br /><br /><b>What will you name them?</b><br />Say Anything - Spidersong<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have no clue how this makes sense.</span><br /><br /><b>Who will you marry?</b><br />Aaliyah - If Your Girl Only Knew<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Even if I were lesbian/bi, Aaliyah's dead! ... So is it doom, or fortune? This quiz won't stick to one thing.</span><br /><br /><b>Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?</b><br />Dashboard Confessional - Rapid Hope Loss<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I hate this quiz.</span><br /><br /><b>How will you die?</b><br />Snow Patrol - Chocolate<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I don't get this either. I'll die.. trying to get back the one I love? ... Yeah, this quiz sucks.</span><br /><br /></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1149892501631459722006-06-09T14:08:00.000-07:002006-06-09T16:19:29.343-07:00Summer's Here; Update Time<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >Daphne Loves Derby - Hammers and Hearts</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">(I remember when this album came out last summer. Yay for summer songs. It makes me want to go to the beach.)</span><br /><br />It's the day after the last day of school, and I'm sitting on my computer, blogging. It sounds pretty lame, I know, but it's awesome to actually have the time to do</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" > tedious crap like this. I HAVE NOTHING TO DO! and it's damn awesome. =D This summer, the only thing I really have to do is work. I'm currently working at Khai Tri, a tutoring center. I've only been working with little kids so far, but when the summer tutoring starts, I don't know whether I'll still be teaching little kids or not. Much to people's surprise, I can work pretty well with little </span><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/Scan10011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/320/Scan10011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >kids. I guess everyone thought I'd unleash my wrath on them, but I'm actually pretty lenient. Maybe too lenient. I'm trying to be stricter on them, but I'm still ni</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >ce to them. My boss and the guy who manages the center I work at tell me not to interact with them at all and not to be friends with them, and they think I do it a lot, but... they're kids! What am I supposed to do o_o. Yeah, when they're bad, I'm harsh, but otherwise, I can still be nice, right? There aren't really any fully bad kids, though I do have the ones I don't like. I think there's only one. I forgot his name cuz</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" > I only taught him 2 or 3 times, but he tries to be such a smartass. Ooo~! You can multiply and do this worksheet in less than a minute! I don't care. One thing I noticed with kids since I took t</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >his job is that they're so damn competitive with each other. They're always trying to brag, get the last word in their little arguments, etc. They always have that "Oh yeah?" attitude. For example..</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Boy 1: Noooo. I don't want to do anymore work.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Me: You have to.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Boy 2: Can you give me 5 more homeworks?</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me: Uh, sure.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Boy 1: I want 10 more!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Boy 2: I want a hundred!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Boy 1: A zillion!</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />What kind of person asks for "a zillion" homework assignments? -_- In this job, I have to make sure I don't feed their damn egos. Gotta humble them -_-. However, there are the kids who need to get built up. Actually, there's only one. Her name's Christina. I analyze my kids, and from the start, I knew that this girl had little to no friends. I always felt bad for her, but I can't really force kids to play with her. There's one specific girl in my class who just outright dislikes her named Brittany. She's kind of like.. the popular girl in my class. She's pretty, not very smart, talkative, etc. She calls Christina "stupid," "idiot," and other condescending things. I always punish her for it, but she does it anyway. I'll admit, Christina isn't my brightest student, but she's a hard worker and understands things, though at a slower pace. Just the other day, Brittany had gum and was sharing it with everyone, but when Christina asked for some..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Christina: Teacher, I asked Brittany for a piece of gum, and she said no.<br />Me: Why not?<br />Christina: She doesn't like me.<br />Me: ... You know what? Let's go buy some. Hurry up.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />So I grabbed her hand and we ran out to the water store to get some 30 cent Juicy Fruit. When we got back, there were about 5 minutes till break was over, and we got back to tutoring. During the 2nd half of tutoring, Christina called me over and gave me this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/Scan10010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/320/Scan10010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Sure, the spelling is pretty awful (tecker = teacher), and the drawing makes me look like some Play-Do ... thing, but when she gave this to me, I felt both good and bad. I felt good that she was so happy because of my small 30 cent-worth gesture, but I felt bad that I was the only friend she had at that pastel purple walled prison. Another day, during break time, she came into my room with a smile on her face..<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Christina: Teacher. I brought chips today, and they're all gone. Everyone ate them.<br />Me: .. Oh.<br />Christina: Everybody liked them. Now I know what chips they like. *smiles*<br />Me: .. Oh, that's cool.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Poor girl. She doesn't realize that everyone is just using her for her food. I think the reason why I feel bad isn't just because it's sad, but she reminds me of myself when I was younger. A lot. You all know that I hated Liberty Baptist School, the shithole I went to from preschool to 6th grade, and most of you roughly know why. I guess I want to save that girl from being a depressed, resentful bitch later in her life, like me. -_- Anyway, I was considering getting a different job cuz I didn't like the circumstances of this one (can't work overtime or on weekends, can't get extra shifts, etc.), but now I think I'm actually kinda needed. Being needed holds me back. We'll see.<br /><br />Other than work, I have no actual plans for the whole summer. However, in about 3 days (Monday), I'm going to Japan for a week. Random, eh? I'm going with my Japanese class. It's gonna be awesome. I'd plot out the whole agenda, but it's damn long. I'll just save it for when I come back. The only thing I'm not looking forward to is when I first meet my host family. I'll have to introduce myself, give them gifts (Doesn't sound bad, right? Wrong. Giving gifts takes about 5-10 minutes with Japanese people cuz of their damn honorable manners.), and getting myself settled. Otherwise, it should be fun. Look forward to the update on that.<br /><br />Nothing else to blog about, that, and I don't care cuz it's taking me forever to do this post cuz I'm doing other stuff, so I'll just end it here with a list of my summer plans. Peace.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">-learn how to cook at least 5 dishes well<br />-run tons<br />-get a lot better at badminton<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-get free</span><br />-go to the beach<br />-save $1,000<br />-get back to at least the level of piano skills i had when i left<br />-hose down those damn birds outside my house<br />-roadtrip to SoCal (unlikely, I know)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1148879191443037952006-05-28T20:10:00.000-07:002006-05-28T22:06:31.486-07:00Sundays<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">John Coltrane - Everytime We Say Goodbye</span><br /><br />On Sundays, I feel so lazy, eager, aware, lost.. it all just dissolves together and I get really dull, calm, and pretty emotionless. Today, it's another one of those "Now would be a good time to have a boyfriend" moments. There's someone in particular, but eh. It's strange though, I barely even liked this person, but I still miss them anyway. I guess it's cuz of the lack thereof that I notice how convenient it was. Not just "convenient," but just nice in general. It wasn't serious, but I guess I got a little attached anyway. I also think it's the fear that no one can like me. I don't even know why this person liked me, if they did at all. Er, let's say, I don't know why they were interested at all.<br /><br />I just find it interesting how in such little time, there's already things that pop up to remind me.<br /><br />I have horrible timing. My birthday? Erg.. this sucks. I digress.<br /><br />Anyway, it's only a couple weeks till I go to Japan. I expect it to be fun, but I'm just scared of talking to my host's family. For 3 days, I'll be staying in a hotel with the class, but for 4 days, I'll be alone with a Japanese student and his/her family. One thing that makes me worry most is how I'll be showering. I think I can manage with the bucket and water faucet, but I will probably take a long time. I hate taking long showers at people's houses, or in this case... baths?, cuz I feel like I'm being a bother. What if I can't eat their food? I think I should be okay, but what if they bust out the eel or something? I've never eaten eel before, I don't think. I'd just eat it to be polite, but what if I try and I eat it wrong or I can't swallow it? Ahh. I think the general fear is not to be rude. That'd kill. Some people are worried about us running into tsuyu season (rainy season in the Asian area.. rain, heat, humidity, blah blah), but I actually want to experience it. It seems interesting. And if you know me, I love rain. I love walking/ running in it, so tsuyu would actually be interesting for me.<br /><br />So I totally forgot this window was open, and I'm too lazy to blog now. Later days.<br /></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14258132.post-1145784609407666372006-04-23T02:26:00.000-07:002006-04-23T21:56:47.960-07:00I'm Alive<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">The Ken Oak Band - The Biggest Problem</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">(Check them out at <a href="http://www.kenoakband.com">www.kenoakband.com</a> and buy <span style="font-weight: bold;">Symposium</span>)</span><br /><br />Yeah, it's been a very long while since I've updated this thing. Spring break's a</span><span style="font-family:arial;">lmo</span><span style="font-family:arial;">st over, and I'm not gonna try and update for the past months. I'll just post about what I've done this week.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Almost every day, I went to tutoring for Calc AB at school (so much for spring break, e</span><span style="font-family:arial;">h?) to do multiple packets and such. It wasn't that bad since we </span><span style="font-family:arial;">were only doing hw and doing it at our own discretion (at least for the most part). The only crap thing was how long it really took. By the end of it, everyone was just sick of math. Even multiply</span><span style="font-family:arial;">ing was strictly out of the question.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/P1010021.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/200/P1010021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Last Friday, when spring break first started, I went ho</span><span style="font-family:arial;">me to sleep while everyone went out. I was sick (and still am a bi</span><span style="font-family:arial;">t) and tired, but I woke up later and met them up at a park where we played at a p</span><span style="font-family:arial;">layground. After, we went to Milpitas Golf Land. It's been very long.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> I played the motion sensor games, of course, inclu</span><span style="font-family:arial;">ding Para Para</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/P1010034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/200/P1010034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> Paradise. I failed after Popteen. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Shameful, I know.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> C</span><span style="font-family:arial;">indy and I tried finding the DDR machines, but we could only find </span><span style="font-family:arial;">this rip of DDR, In The.. something 2. I don't remember, but it sucked. Death to it. On our way out, we spotted the DDR machines in the food area. We didn't expect it to be there. Tricky bastards. After that, we went to Chris' and just hung </span><span style="font-family:arial;">out.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Hmm.. Tuesd</span><span style="font-family:arial;">ay, I asked some people to go swimming at Chris' apartment. When we finally got in, it was ICE </span><span style="font-family:arial;">COLD. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/P1010005.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/200/P1010005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">We didn't swim for even 10 minutes. I so</span><span style="font-family:arial;">rt of got used to it, but I was still pretty cold, so I got out, and we all en</span><span style="font-family:arial;">ded up just playing some games a</span><span style="font-family:arial;">nd doing nothing.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> After, I went to Eastridge with Chris and Kenneth,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> then did some more nothing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Wednesday was the BBQ. We couldn't think of any nice parks with BBQ grills, so we ended up going to Lake Cunningham. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/P1010032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/200/P1010032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">I hated that place, and after the BBQ, I hate it more. To get to our table, you had to cross a field of mud, geese, geese crap, water, and fruit fly infested mud and geese crap.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> The picnic itself</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> was okay. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">We finally decided to get out of there and play at a nice </span><span style="font-family:arial;">park.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;">We went to the park we went to on Friday</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/P1010027.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/200/P1010027.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> and after some water balloons, had a fun gam</span><span style="font-family:arial;">e of football. It was girls vs. boys, tackle. We didn't really tackle each other though, it was more.. just jumping on each other, I guess. It was fun though. I didn't eve</span><span style="font-family:arial;">n do that much, but I managed to get two bruises on my right a</span><span style="font-family:arial;">rm.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">(You can't really see it in the picture, but eh.)</span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"> The one on my forearm, I got from trying to block/ kinda stiff-arm Kenneth, and the other is a mystery. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/P1010095.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/200/P1010095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">The next day, I was </span><span style="font-family:arial;">sore, like everyo</span><span style="font-family:arial;">ne else.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> I was still sore till Friday, but I think I'm fine to</span><span style="font-family:arial;">day. After, we went to my house, but I fell asleep. When I woke up, they were ready to leave. I'm a horrible host, I know.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Friday, Kim and I went to SJSU to watch The Ken Oak Band perform at Relay for Life. It was a free show. Before they performed, there was a hip-hop group. They were alright, I guess, but I wasn't really paying attention, so blah. When we first got there, I spotted Ken Oak, the singer, cellist, and other guitarist. I tried to talk to him, but I didn't know if I was bothering him and I was pretty nervous, so I just said I'd come watch him later and left. Of course I left <span style="font-style: italic;">after</span> taking a picture with him. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/P1010001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/200/P1010001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">When we took the picture, he sort of fell/ leaned o</span><span style="font-family:arial;">n me. I realized he had a cane to support him and help him walk. I didn't get to ask him what happened though. At the start of the performance, it was just these two guys, Kim, and I. The guys were wearing brown and Kim and I were wearing green. We could've made a tree. :</span><span style="font-family:arial;">D I talked to the guy next to me. He seemed nice, but when I asked if he'd sing along, he said he wasn't a bopper. I don't think that's bopper o_O. And he actually did sing along later. Pretty silly. During the performance, he was switching from his guitar to the cello (or was it the other way around..), and he sort of landed on his leg I guess, and I noticed him wince. He had to pause for a while, then he started to play. Must've been bad, whatever his injury was, but I saw no cast. Anyhow, their show was really good. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/P1010002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/200/P1010002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">(I like the picture of them performing cuz they're both really into it :D)</span> </span><span style="font-family:arial;">It matched the weather. It was off and on sunny, but calm. At one point, it was sprinkling while it was sunny. It was real movie-like weather, and their music is very mellow, so Kim and I were </span><span style="font-family:arial;">really just enjoying the whole show. I think one of my favorites was the first song they performed, "Summer Kisses," which is to be on their next album. It was about stars, galaxies, sky, stars, and stars. :D Just a lot of pretty lyrics. Ken Oak sang so prettily and I just kept watching him during the cello solos. He's really passionate when he plays, and this was just at a show with not even 10 people attending. Ed Gorski, the main guitarist who is left-handed, was the more comedic of the two during the performance. They're both pretty hot, talented, passionate, and just nice. At the end of the show, it was pretty much just those two guys, Kim, and I. People came and went in between, but at the end, it was pretty much just the four of us. After the show, I got to talk to Ed a bit and we took a picture. I didn't get to talk to their booking guy, Pete, but he's nice too (e-mail). Kim and I didn't have anywhere to go before the Key Club convention, so we stayed a bit. There was a l</span><span style="font-family:arial;">ady showing people how to swing dance. By that point, Kim and I were known as the "two girls in green" or "the St. Patrick girls" or something. I don't know, but people needed partners and they also wanted more people to join in.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> We just weren't up for it, I guess. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/1600/P1010009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4741/556/200/P1010009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Even Ed told us to go swing as he was putting away equipment. Maybe I would've if I got to swing with Ed, but nah. I was still sore that day too. After a while, we left and headed for convention. We ended up just going up to our friends' hotel room. We ate their food and watched a movie while they were at convention, then Tracy, Dan, Kenneth, and Sarah snuck out. We hung out, Victoria came, we played a game of "I've never.." (1st: Sarah, 2nd: me, 3rd: Victoria; we were supposed to give them a dare, but the losers tried to reverse it on us and said that since we didn't do anything, we should be given the dare, so it ended with nothing being done by either sides), the rest of the people got out, hung out, Larry Bach came, hung out, got in trouble for being loud, dropped Larry off at his hotel, played Cranium, and went home. I got home at about 1:30 AM.<br /><br />Today, I woke up at 3 PM after going to sleep at 5 AM (yeah, I shouldn't be blogging at 2 AM -_-), did some homework, and watched <span style="font-style: italic;">Silent Hill</span>. It was pretty bad. I laughed at the corny, redundant lines, the simply stupid lines, and the bad acting. I think I jumped once, and that was relatively in the beginning. It was just when Rose, the mother and main character, tripped on a sewer cover or something. That was pretty much it. -_-<br /><br />Now, I'm blogging. My spring break was pretty good overall. I'm content with it as it is, but I'm not content with how the end is coming. =( I hate school. I won't ever, ever love it. Tch. I may miss high school when I'm out, but I still won't love it.<br /><br />Anyhow, I should go sleep and dream of Ken Oak Band, not <span style="font-style: italic;">Silent Hill</span>. =( Sure, it wasn't exactly scary, but I don't like monsters nonetheless.<br /><br />I don't know if I'll update soon after this, but check if you please.<br /></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328988558348029727noreply@blogger.com5