- 15 min. Video
- Significance Essay
- Benefit to Society Essay
- Process Essay
- Teacher Nominator Form(s)
- Post Office
- Psychology Make-up Test
- Portfolio for that Make-Up Test
- Car Repair
- Driver's License
- 2 French Quizzes to Make up
- Alina's Present
- Art Project [This is gonna be an all-nighter...]
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Hand
Lets see what I have written on my hand.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
SPUD Day
Well, today was interesting.
SPUD day for one. Stupid events for French Club w/ Avery, Andrea, Megan, Kyle, and Ryan at the queer spud event.
It was kinda fun, but I got all wet and not on the slip and slide. I shoulda kept that apple though... We got so owned by the white guards on the tug-o-war thingy... I swear I went flying. But not our fault, Lubbers lied to us. "This event requires no physical activity."
Uh... relays and tug-o-wars and stuff like that seem pretty physical to me -.-
Well, I wanted to watch the poker tournament, but I had to leave :[
[sad]
SPUD day for one. Stupid events for French Club w/ Avery, Andrea, Megan, Kyle, and Ryan at the queer spud event.
It was kinda fun, but I got all wet and not on the slip and slide. I shoulda kept that apple though... We got so owned by the white guards on the tug-o-war thingy... I swear I went flying. But not our fault, Lubbers lied to us. "This event requires no physical activity."
Uh... relays and tug-o-wars and stuff like that seem pretty physical to me -.-
Well, I wanted to watch the poker tournament, but I had to leave :[
[sad]
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Mom's New Insult
Wow. Mom found a new way to attempt to hurt me today. Its cursing me till I die and hoping I will suffer of guilt.
"I hope that when you lie on your deathbed and are dying, you'll remember that you have everything to apologize to me."
and then also the
"I don't care anymore. Stop talking. Shut up. We are different people.... *three minutes later* You're making me insane. I have my own life too. blah blah blah etc"
don't forget the
"Every single apology i've ever said to you has been a lie. I don't feel sorry to you in my heart and you're the one who's done everything wrong. But I don't care anymore. My heart has grown cold to you [yes... she actually said that... talk about novel-y]"
Not to mention the insults on my dad that she has to say everytime something happens, even if my dad has no part in it.
"You're just like your dad. I should have never married him. He doesn't help me out ever. I do everything around the house. I sacrifice everything for this family. I don't like it and I'm suffering right now."
Dude. I was talking about food. No need to be the uber drama queen. Jesus Christ. What an emo mom. I'm sorry. Maybe I should stop using that word considering the lack of emotion behind it.
Oh yeah. Jessica, you looked really pretty today with your pink sparkley tiara. And Ryan... Please don't wear earrings ever again. Especially if they're heart shaped.
"I hope that when you lie on your deathbed and are dying, you'll remember that you have everything to apologize to me."
and then also the
"I don't care anymore. Stop talking. Shut up. We are different people.... *three minutes later* You're making me insane. I have my own life too. blah blah blah etc"
don't forget the
"Every single apology i've ever said to you has been a lie. I don't feel sorry to you in my heart and you're the one who's done everything wrong. But I don't care anymore. My heart has grown cold to you [yes... she actually said that... talk about novel-y]"
Not to mention the insults on my dad that she has to say everytime something happens, even if my dad has no part in it.
"You're just like your dad. I should have never married him. He doesn't help me out ever. I do everything around the house. I sacrifice everything for this family. I don't like it and I'm suffering right now."
Dude. I was talking about food. No need to be the uber drama queen. Jesus Christ. What an emo mom. I'm sorry. Maybe I should stop using that word considering the lack of emotion behind it.
Oh yeah. Jessica, you looked really pretty today with your pink sparkley tiara. And Ryan... Please don't wear earrings ever again. Especially if they're heart shaped.
Obligated
So, here's a list of things that I really need to do on this blog.
I keep telling myself I'm gonna do it... but I don't. Damn you procrastinatory gland :[
- Upload the pic/vids of Destin goddamnit
- Talk about my effing exciting spring break [In both good and bad ways]
- Talk about my new schedule.
- Talk about future plans vs. resolutions.
- Get pictures of my car :D
I keep telling myself I'm gonna do it... but I don't. Damn you procrastinatory gland :[
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Yes, Another Mom-Centered Rant
Why the hell do you think I should appreciate you and love you and respect you when all you do is throw tantrums everytime something doesn't go your way? Why would I treat you like an equal when everything is right when you constantly insult me and provoke me for your own sadistic satisfaction? Who the hell do you think you are? Why haven't you realized that I've stopped caring?
No matter how deeply you may feel 'love' underneath, I don't give a shit anymore. Do you know why? Because every phrase that escapes your lips centers around a threat. Threatening my security, threatening my emotions, threatening my stability, threatening my being, and ultimately, threatening my sanity.
There is no trust between the crossfire of threats that you have made this household. The rift that you yourself created is what has affected me and that rift is what's hurting you. Karma, plain and simple. Don't expect an apology from what originated from yourself.
You assume that you're the center of all good. You assume that you're what is supporting this family. Guess what? You're NOT.
My DAD is the one who earns the money and lets us spend it for our own happiness. He's the one that works every single day and then does everything for us. You merely make fake sacrifices, unnecessary and self-inflicted sacrifices so you can have leverage against us.
In every single tiny conflict that arises, you remind us of how much you sacrificed for us. How much you suffered for our happiness. You, who stays at home and does nothing. You, the one who is required to do nothing.
I've had to bear so many of your insults. Insults that normally would fall on deaf ears if it were not from a mother. But that purely biological status itself makes it mean something. It means that what I am, where i came from, is shunning me. That there is no sanctuary in this world. What should represent kind warmth is the source of my stress.
The person who should be encouraging me, supporting me, is in fact, insulting me from dawn to dusk. You shun me then cling onto me. I should give you enough space, but be near you often enough to satisfy you. I'm not a toy for you to push and pull. I don't need to succumb to every single one of your whims. It's easy enough to survive without you. Your presence makes everything far more complicated. So if all you have to offer is agitation, leave me alone.
But as you hear my words, you assume that I'm merely being rude, that I'm the cause of everything, that I am careless with my words. These are my words chosen carefully and well thought over. This is not a reminant of a spontaneous thought. This is not something I will regret.
When you chase me merely to irritate me, disturb my peace to purposely cause me pain, what kind of mother do you expect me to see you as?
If we were but strangers, I would dislike you. However, as a mother, I don't dislike you anymore. In fact, to a mother, my negative emotions swell and that dislike turns into hate.
To someone who never understands nor tries to understand other people, who never sees her own faults, I have nothing to respect.
No matter how deeply you may feel 'love' underneath, I don't give a shit anymore. Do you know why? Because every phrase that escapes your lips centers around a threat. Threatening my security, threatening my emotions, threatening my stability, threatening my being, and ultimately, threatening my sanity.
There is no trust between the crossfire of threats that you have made this household. The rift that you yourself created is what has affected me and that rift is what's hurting you. Karma, plain and simple. Don't expect an apology from what originated from yourself.
You assume that you're the center of all good. You assume that you're what is supporting this family. Guess what? You're NOT.
My DAD is the one who earns the money and lets us spend it for our own happiness. He's the one that works every single day and then does everything for us. You merely make fake sacrifices, unnecessary and self-inflicted sacrifices so you can have leverage against us.
In every single tiny conflict that arises, you remind us of how much you sacrificed for us. How much you suffered for our happiness. You, who stays at home and does nothing. You, the one who is required to do nothing.
I've had to bear so many of your insults. Insults that normally would fall on deaf ears if it were not from a mother. But that purely biological status itself makes it mean something. It means that what I am, where i came from, is shunning me. That there is no sanctuary in this world. What should represent kind warmth is the source of my stress.
The person who should be encouraging me, supporting me, is in fact, insulting me from dawn to dusk. You shun me then cling onto me. I should give you enough space, but be near you often enough to satisfy you. I'm not a toy for you to push and pull. I don't need to succumb to every single one of your whims. It's easy enough to survive without you. Your presence makes everything far more complicated. So if all you have to offer is agitation, leave me alone.
But as you hear my words, you assume that I'm merely being rude, that I'm the cause of everything, that I am careless with my words. These are my words chosen carefully and well thought over. This is not a reminant of a spontaneous thought. This is not something I will regret.
When you chase me merely to irritate me, disturb my peace to purposely cause me pain, what kind of mother do you expect me to see you as?
If we were but strangers, I would dislike you. However, as a mother, I don't dislike you anymore. In fact, to a mother, my negative emotions swell and that dislike turns into hate.
To someone who never understands nor tries to understand other people, who never sees her own faults, I have nothing to respect.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
300
Wait, wait, I have to say this.
I watched 300 yesterday and it was awesome. Little to no plot? Yes. Little to no character development? Yes. Historically inaccurate? Yes. And Extremely Flashy? Fuck yes. But god, it was so... pretty! Not to mention the terrifying [in a good way] number of mostly naked men running around and flexing their six packs. Wow, the graphics were incredible.
Awesome movie to watch and I won't even tell anything about the 'story' so you can enjoy its splendor for yourself.
Oh yeah. Raymond qualifies to be a Spartan [the movie context, not the historically accurate context of homosexuality-based Spartan society] :D
I watched 300 yesterday and it was awesome. Little to no plot? Yes. Little to no character development? Yes. Historically inaccurate? Yes. And Extremely Flashy? Fuck yes. But god, it was so... pretty! Not to mention the terrifying [in a good way] number of mostly naked men running around and flexing their six packs. Wow, the graphics were incredible.
Awesome movie to watch and I won't even tell anything about the 'story' so you can enjoy its splendor for yourself.
Oh yeah. Raymond qualifies to be a Spartan [the movie context, not the historically accurate context of homosexuality-based Spartan society] :D
Rollercoaster
You know how they say what goes up must come down? Well... I didn't feel like I went up that far, but this fall is going to leave a few scars.
I just discovered my mortality.
I just discovered my mortality.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Braces
Yay! I got my braces off today! My gums are swelling though. :[
I feel obligated to write down how my springbreak was and how this week was, but I just haven't been in a 'writing' mood lately. I guess i'll record a rough sketch later on when my memory is far more blurred.
I feel obligated to write down how my springbreak was and how this week was, but I just haven't been in a 'writing' mood lately. I guess i'll record a rough sketch later on when my memory is far more blurred.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Monday, March 5, 2007
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Mafia Car
I swear... I just had a run-in with the Jordan-ian Mafia.... Wow... That was extremely weird. I'll never trust a private seller ever again.
The American Eskimo at the Flea Market was cute though. And the ferrets. They were awesome.
The American Eskimo at the Flea Market was cute though. And the ferrets. They were awesome.
Friday, March 2, 2007
Bridge-y fun.
Wow... after being preoccupied by the bridge project for the past week and its over, I'm feeling kinda empty. No, I'm not empty cause school's over for a week. Thats just dorky. I've just been preoccupying myself with this entire project and whatever stress i've felt, I've put off. But now, theres nothing to busy myself with and I have no idea what to do anymore. My life has hit rock bottom and I feel like I've given everything up. I'm beyond caring about anything right now.
I need serious help.
I need serious help.
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