today we went on an epic journey. though we felt like turning back many times, i guess you could say we kept our eyes on the prize. being the little wannabe bamf that i am (i admit), i attempted to cross raging, white water rapids with car keys and a little sheep in my hands. i was confident my wizard blood would carry me through. if i were a mudblood, i would not have attempted. i trusted in the heart of the cards baby.
remember the bridge of khazad-dum. yes, quite like that. unfortunately, i was hit by an orcish arrow and fell. like gandalf off the bridge (not as poignant the more i watch it btw). my body was not engulfed by flames however. instead, it was covered with a lawn of bacteria and protozoa. i could feel them entering my ears, eager to feast on my soft brain tissue. i felt them growing on my pant legs. i felt them spawning on my new jacket. i felt disgusting. AND my butt was wet. so that was gross too. i felt like mfj's wife after sex. because i am the person i am, i was instantly like "fly you fools!" but they didnt listen. they were eaten by pandas.
anyhoo, i went home and took a shower. then i played blockles with some fuckers for around 7 hours. great! and tomorrow i think im going to a birthday party. not sure yet.
just to make my day even better, about 10 minutes ago, i was sprawled on a toilet, shitting my lifeforce out. it must have been because i was touched my mudbloods today. because i wasnt bamf enough, i decided to end the pain and shoved my finger up my throat. dinner instantly came rushing out (and gillyweed because i am a little delirious). now my face is pale and my throat burns from all the bile and nastiness floating around in my mouth. but now i shall go to the prefects bathroom and relax.
i blame the bitch at the west san jose community center. if only she had taken that hard, sandpapery stick out of her ass, this day might have been a little better. filthy mudblood. i'm going to cast crucio on her later.
until further conquests mudbloods.
2.28.2009
neville longbottom is a.........
today was a day of many adventures. a bamf-y day if you will. jacq, rachel, spencer, and i went to a csf event this morning that involved taking down illegal signs around san jose. the thing is however, we weren't quite sure which signs were illegal and which ones were not. i guess we should have paid attention during the instructions. like little robbespierres and umbridges we dispensed our own judgment, laying down the law of the land to remove the "blight" of illegal signs from san jose. we wore our orange vests and yellow gloves proudly (or at least i did) , symbols of our uncrushable authority. needless to say, baskins robbins' managers will be "wtfing" today. what's that? yes. heroes is an appropriate adjective. all shall love us and despair. yeah you like that lotr allusion.
it went something like this.
steven: oh look! some judy carr signs. portable signs are illegal. who wants to get them??
everyone else: let's just leave them.
jacqueline: oh shiet. cupertino little league baseball sign. get it!
spencer and rachel: charge!
yes we hate little league baseball. now that i think about it, we should have taken down them damn yellow signs. the real judy carr is dead anyway. the judy carr now is her fatass daughter michelle judy carr, who is technically mooching off her mother's already established empire. a beezy if i ever met one.
anyway, during the surprisingly long activity, we managed to go all around the san jose area, and to all these random places like farmer's market where we ate food with unclean protozoan bacteria covered hands. it was quite exhilarating to go down to the creek in calabazas park to look for ak's panda graffiti; i felt like such a rebel and didn't even get wet unlike a certain loser who thought he could fly. okay, i know what you all are thinking. for your information, rebellious, badass incidents like these are very commonplace in my life. i am a bamf. don't judge. rude.
in other news, i had my interesting princeton interview today. from the start, i was quite nervous about the interview because during the email process, i mistakenly called my interviewer a ms. instead of a mr. his name was ilya okay. i know i know, c&p ilya petrovich, whatever whatever. moving on. my interviewer very uncannily looked like viktor krum...except less bulky and more dark haired. it was quite intimidating actually. plus, he was quite possibly the coolest engineer i have ever met. he was telling me about how he and his friends used to go out and party all the time at the eating clubs which of course made my little excursion earlier seem like a walk in the park which was basically what it was anyway. nevertheless, the rest of it was quite pleasant and fun.
i should read for ap lit. and so should you.
peace.
it went something like this.
steven: oh look! some judy carr signs. portable signs are illegal. who wants to get them??
everyone else: let's just leave them.
jacqueline: oh shiet. cupertino little league baseball sign. get it!
spencer and rachel: charge!
yes we hate little league baseball. now that i think about it, we should have taken down them damn yellow signs. the real judy carr is dead anyway. the judy carr now is her fatass daughter michelle judy carr, who is technically mooching off her mother's already established empire. a beezy if i ever met one.
anyway, during the surprisingly long activity, we managed to go all around the san jose area, and to all these random places like farmer's market where we ate food with unclean protozoan bacteria covered hands. it was quite exhilarating to go down to the creek in calabazas park to look for ak's panda graffiti; i felt like such a rebel and didn't even get wet unlike a certain loser who thought he could fly. okay, i know what you all are thinking. for your information, rebellious, badass incidents like these are very commonplace in my life. i am a bamf. don't judge. rude.
in other news, i had my interesting princeton interview today. from the start, i was quite nervous about the interview because during the email process, i mistakenly called my interviewer a ms. instead of a mr. his name was ilya okay. i know i know, c&p ilya petrovich, whatever whatever. moving on. my interviewer very uncannily looked like viktor krum...except less bulky and more dark haired. it was quite intimidating actually. plus, he was quite possibly the coolest engineer i have ever met. he was telling me about how he and his friends used to go out and party all the time at the eating clubs which of course made my little excursion earlier seem like a walk in the park which was basically what it was anyway. nevertheless, the rest of it was quite pleasant and fun.
i should read for ap lit. and so should you.
peace.
2.27.2009
obliviate
i've recently started watching this show called dollhouse on fox which is about this organization that wipes people's memories so they can start a new life...but not really. after being wiped, these people can be "imprinted" with different personas to serve the various purposes of the incredible wealthy. however, the people, when not imprinted, wander the building aimlessly, with no purpose or personality. they essentially have the mind of a child, a completely clean slate if you will. of course, the "treatment" has all sort of adverse side effects and some of the people go crazy cutting people up and making a bloody mess. basically, its my type of show. in the background, there's some fbi guy trying to discover the dollhouse because there are suspicions of human trafficking. the show is surprisingly interesting, fresh, and very engaging. it's directed by the guy who made buffy and those vampire yadda yadda supernatural shows but it's actually very clever and new. plus, it shows on friday night which means i can actually watch it on a big screen. idk why but fox gives the show special treatment and limits commercials to 60 and 90 secs only! you should watch it. i think it's on hulu, and i saw for the first time, another one of those funny alec baldwin hulu commercials, but this time with the star of dollhouse. exciting.
today's assassin was so nerve wracking. it was so unbelievably stressful being wracked with paranoia at the prospect of someone coming over, snipping my balloons strings, or popping one of my precious balloons. i was planning on going to safeway at 6 and having my parents go down and buy the balloons for me just in case my killer (either andrea or robert! crazy ass power couple) was there waiting. instead, when the time came, my parents, being the kind people they are, decided to let me sleep in and got the balloons for me. in hindsight, i should have sucked it up and gone with them, got my balloons, and waited for the slight chance that my target would go get some balloons in that plaza. shoulda coulda woulda.
im so glad this week is almost over. it's been hell.
laters
today's assassin was so nerve wracking. it was so unbelievably stressful being wracked with paranoia at the prospect of someone coming over, snipping my balloons strings, or popping one of my precious balloons. i was planning on going to safeway at 6 and having my parents go down and buy the balloons for me just in case my killer (either andrea or robert! crazy ass power couple) was there waiting. instead, when the time came, my parents, being the kind people they are, decided to let me sleep in and got the balloons for me. in hindsight, i should have sucked it up and gone with them, got my balloons, and waited for the slight chance that my target would go get some balloons in that plaza. shoulda coulda woulda.
im so glad this week is almost over. it's been hell.
laters
2.25.2009
in my nature?
It's 7:06 and I sit here in the furthest corner from the Silent Room entrance in the West Valley Library. My purpose in coming to the library was to start and finish my chapter 17 homework packet for physics class and also to learn what the hell chapter 17 is about, because I have a test on it. So after getting hella efffing lost on my way here and realizing that I didn't even bring my Holt Physics textbook, I sat down in my seat around 4:30. And in the past two and a half hours, I've done four problems on worksheet 17A, cleaned out my ripped blue-matte folder, organized its contents by classes, put all the papers back into my ripped folder, ate an apple, memorized the Coulomb constant, and started a formula card with three equations on it. I have not watched a single episode of any of my shows; I haven't spent any time searching for Sarah Walker (Yvonne Stohvski)'s red and blue dresses; I haven't talked on the phone or chatted with anyone for an extensive amount of time.
All my pms-emotions allow for me to do is sigh. Maybe I'll go home and have a good cry in the privacy of my room, but as for now, my hormones are making me sigh like I'm having an asthma attack. I'm trying to balance this down-low mood of mine by listening to rap and my playlist is currently playing "No W" by Flobots. I can't understand what the song is about, but it's great. Oooh, I just heard "hip hop" and that is the only word that I distinctively heard on this song.
In the midst of my asthma attack-like mood, I ask my self, why do I still give a shit about school? I mean, really. My grades don't matter and I don't feel like I'm learning anything crucial to my life. I appreciate what we're doing in Lit and I do care about that class, it's just that I haven't been reading much lately. So my conclusion is that it's in my nature to care about school. Not enough for me to achieve perfect records (although, I'd like to argue that I did try pretty hard. I just don't have enough brains, endurance, long enough of an attention span or self discipline.), but too much for me to completely let go.
Yeah, completely letting go would probably be bad. Because I guess that means being a high school drop out. Hm, maybe it's not in my nature. Maybe it's just my brains understanding that being a high school drop out would ruin my life. Oh, yeah. That's it. Okay, so it's not in my nature to care about school. The reason why I still care about school is that my head fully comprehends the consequences of a high school dropout's life.
Hahhah, okay.
So this has been a pointless post. Sorry for wasting my life and your life.
Well, maybe it hasn't been so pointless at all.
No. It has.
omg please, pms leave me alone
because you make me sigh
and i think ican't un derstand the ra
p that i a m listening to beetlejuice baby
so mothafucka thats why they call me
beetle juice beca
use you make me sig hso much
I think I'd make a horrible Faulkner. And that poet who never used any correct punctuations or grammar.
"Beetle Juice" by Charles Hamilton.
I blame it all on PMS. Hahaha I remember that Erin once showed me a magnet that she has, which says, "My biggest fear is that PMS doesn't exist and that this is my real personality." Well, that's certainly not my biggest fear, but the thought certainly does scare me.
I blame it all on PMS. The library closes in 30 minutes, and now I can add "I blogged for like 10 25 minutes" on my what-I-did-at-the-library list.
fureakin pms.
All my pms-emotions allow for me to do is sigh. Maybe I'll go home and have a good cry in the privacy of my room, but as for now, my hormones are making me sigh like I'm having an asthma attack. I'm trying to balance this down-low mood of mine by listening to rap and my playlist is currently playing "No W" by Flobots. I can't understand what the song is about, but it's great. Oooh, I just heard "hip hop" and that is the only word that I distinctively heard on this song.
In the midst of my asthma attack-like mood, I ask my self, why do I still give a shit about school? I mean, really. My grades don't matter and I don't feel like I'm learning anything crucial to my life. I appreciate what we're doing in Lit and I do care about that class, it's just that I haven't been reading much lately. So my conclusion is that it's in my nature to care about school. Not enough for me to achieve perfect records (although, I'd like to argue that I did try pretty hard. I just don't have enough brains, endurance, long enough of an attention span or self discipline.), but too much for me to completely let go.
Yeah, completely letting go would probably be bad. Because I guess that means being a high school drop out. Hm, maybe it's not in my nature. Maybe it's just my brains understanding that being a high school drop out would ruin my life. Oh, yeah. That's it. Okay, so it's not in my nature to care about school. The reason why I still care about school is that my head fully comprehends the consequences of a high school dropout's life.
Hahhah, okay.
So this has been a pointless post. Sorry for wasting my life and your life.
Well, maybe it hasn't been so pointless at all.
No. It has.
omg please, pms leave me alone
because you make me sigh
and i think ican't un derstand the ra
p that i a m listening to beetlejuice baby
so mothafucka thats why they call me
beetle juice beca
use you make me sig hso much
I think I'd make a horrible Faulkner. And that poet who never used any correct punctuations or grammar.
"Beetle Juice" by Charles Hamilton.
I blame it all on PMS. Hahaha I remember that Erin once showed me a magnet that she has, which says, "My biggest fear is that PMS doesn't exist and that this is my real personality." Well, that's certainly not my biggest fear, but the thought certainly does scare me.
I blame it all on PMS. The library closes in 30 minutes, and now I can add "I blogged for like 10 25 minutes" on my what-I-did-at-the-library list.
fureakin pms.
2.24.2009
accio zyrtec.
my nose has indicated to me that it is allergy season again
symptoms are as follows: sniffles, runny nose, water snot, itchy/burning eyes,
as a result, i sometimes feel the need to take one of those fireplace tools with the nice hook, heat it up till its nice and white, and shove that thing up my nostrils so i can burn away the impurities.
sadly, that is not possible so i have to settle for meds. because its not in my head. it really isnt. i would take claritin so my life could be claritin clear! but im allergic to it. oh the irony.
i have noticed, it is easy to write incomplete sentences on this. i relish the opportunity.
on a side note, this is a conversation i envision happening.
spencer: can i have a michew?
justina: no. michael chu is mine.
spencer: he looks like a llama.
justina: just stfu (because im not ready to taint the blog by writing it out). (pirouette away)
today was amazing but my life is wreaked with a shadow of paranoia.
anyhoo. i have a big stats test tomorrow. to not do well =mr. iams has managed to defeat me.
failure is an option but it is not to be chosen.
symptoms are as follows: sniffles, runny nose, water snot, itchy/burning eyes,
as a result, i sometimes feel the need to take one of those fireplace tools with the nice hook, heat it up till its nice and white, and shove that thing up my nostrils so i can burn away the impurities.
sadly, that is not possible so i have to settle for meds. because its not in my head. it really isnt. i would take claritin so my life could be claritin clear! but im allergic to it. oh the irony.
i have noticed, it is easy to write incomplete sentences on this. i relish the opportunity.
on a side note, this is a conversation i envision happening.
spencer: can i have a michew?
justina: no. michael chu is mine.
spencer: he looks like a llama.
justina: just stfu (because im not ready to taint the blog by writing it out). (pirouette away)
today was amazing but my life is wreaked with a shadow of paranoia.
anyhoo. i have a big stats test tomorrow. to not do well =mr. iams has managed to defeat me.
failure is an option but it is not to be chosen.
FtR or Reject?
Today, i got kicked off of the Tetris high-score board on my own calculator. Even though I didn't make that big of a deal at the time, that hurt me a lot. I need to practice more!
Friends with benefits. That's all I'm hearing about lately. I've heard four stories of such a thing in the past week. I get that if it benefits both...parties, shall I say?... then it's all jolly. But I disagree. I think it's just asking for drama because it's just too easy for emotions to get involved, and if you have time and the effort for drama, then go spend it for a better cause, si? If both parties think that they can keep their emotions clear out of the way, then fine. But I assure you that STDs will catch up with you soon, and if they don't, then one of these days, a bird will see your head and consider it a fine place for its droppings. Yes, so I say REJECT.
Anyway (because anyways is apparently not a word), I hope for world peace.
I hope that Obama can really accomplish all he said in his speech today; he is one hell of a speaker. I hope that I can soon again overtake the high-score board on my calculator and I think I'll never let Gabe or Rachel touch my calculator ever again.
OH and omhmygad. This damn virus named Trojan. Virtumod.1636 needs to effing get out of my effing life.
SSS ftw.
Oh and FtR stands for Fail to Reject.
Friends with benefits. That's all I'm hearing about lately. I've heard four stories of such a thing in the past week. I get that if it benefits both...parties, shall I say?... then it's all jolly. But I disagree. I think it's just asking for drama because it's just too easy for emotions to get involved, and if you have time and the effort for drama, then go spend it for a better cause, si? If both parties think that they can keep their emotions clear out of the way, then fine. But I assure you that STDs will catch up with you soon, and if they don't, then one of these days, a bird will see your head and consider it a fine place for its droppings. Yes, so I say REJECT.
Anyway (because anyways is apparently not a word), I hope for world peace.
I hope that Obama can really accomplish all he said in his speech today; he is one hell of a speaker. I hope that I can soon again overtake the high-score board on my calculator and I think I'll never let Gabe or Rachel touch my calculator ever again.
OH and omhmygad. This damn virus named Trojan. Virtumod.1636 needs to effing get out of my effing life.
SSS ftw.
Oh and FtR stands for Fail to Reject.
the woes of being a freaking muggle.
yesterday i spent the whole afternoon reading harry potter stuff on wikipedia. it all started with finishing the tales of beedle the bard. everything was so fresh and exciting and i watched the beauxbaton and durmstrang entrance from GOF over and over on youtube. talk about epic. the "sons of durmstrang" did this super complex breakdance/gymnastics thingamajig at the end that was so cool. watch it. dont be hating cuz they teach dark magic. international magic cooperation people.
if only i wasnt a muggle. the title of this post very aptly summarizes this post. if only if only. i think that's from holes? that weird gypsy song the people sing about the woodpecker blah blah black kid something something? or am i just crazy. i have bad memory in case you didnt know that.
moving on. ive been thinking about this for a while but i wish i took french instead of spanish. spanish is such a useless language. sure i can talk/mildly understand my gardeners and the people that work at chipotle but still, such an ugly language. french is so much more flowery, romantic... refined. its a civilized language. spanish just sounds like peasant poor indigenous people talk. im not racist or anything; it's just a fact.
anyway. now i have this disgusting consuming urge to reread the whole hp series. its not that the books are super fantastic. i mean really. the whole love thing is kinda lame and harrys a freaking pussy that needs to grow a pair. dont even get me started on ron. useless much? hermione ftw. i just like the whole idea of the world and the lifestyle and all that jazz. but anyhoo too bad for steven of the chens because i only have books 4-7 which means if i want to reread the series i have to go to the library or borrow them from someone. AND i own none of the movies. im the worst fan ever. crucio me or something...or not cuz YOU'RE ALL FILTHY MUGGLES like me. boo.
anyway today's bball game was kinda epic. rachel of the chos totally missed out on the super intense exciting action. now im just being mean and rubbing it in.
props to my best buds rachel and jacqueline for being trendsetters. yee.
real indian cheese.
i don't have anything against ethnic films. really.
actually, fine. maybe a little but after seeing the promotional poster for slumdog millionaire, i have decided i may never watch this oscar-winning film. because this is the first post on this new blog (white as snow, not racially) i will not soil this beautiful minimalist theme with a picture.
anyhoo.
free pancakes at ihop today. i dont like pancakes but i will be going anyway. anyways is not a word.
anyway
actually, fine. maybe a little but after seeing the promotional poster for slumdog millionaire, i have decided i may never watch this oscar-winning film. because this is the first post on this new blog (white as snow, not racially) i will not soil this beautiful minimalist theme with a picture.
anyhoo.
since the movie is about this kid who goes on who wants to be a millionaire (indian edition), on the promo thing they ask "what does it take to find a lost love?" with four answer choices. money, smarts, luck, and destiny. here's the problem. the obvious answer they want me to choose is...destiny. that's it. enough said. not watching. the fact they even put that answer on the poster is just off-putting, corny, and cheesy. alrightey muggles.
the other day i learned a very funny/scandalous story i am not at liberty to discuss. i think the suspense is very tantalizing. but now i totally look at a certain individual in a completely different light. its quite disgusting. i am reminded of leprechauns and sea-cows. slumdog millionaire too disgustingly enough. alrightey.free pancakes at ihop today. i dont like pancakes but i will be going anyway. anyways is not a word.
anyway
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