May 29, 2009


Today is the first day of summer vacation for me. It is already 4:00 in the afternoon and after having woken up at 11:00 has failed to accomplish very much. I have plenty of cleaning and organzing to do, as well as studying for the last four Cambridge exams. Bummer.

I guess it's okay though. I spent from five to ten last night partying it up with Nikki, Puja, Aniesa and Swanny. Oh, and Joy was there, too. I recognized this one kid as he stood in line for this gigantic inflatable water slide and asked if he knew who I was. [Probably made it really awkward, I know.]
When he said, "you're from my elementary school" he was right, but it felt like such an understatement. Had that much changed? Could he have truly forgotten that we had spent three whole years in the same class and were, in some twisted way, friends? I even have his picture on my dresser mirror for Crissake! I felt rejected, and upon walking into one of activity rooms I swore he pointed at my face and said something I didn't catch. An insult? I don't even know.

Regardless of that situation, I had a pretty awesome time. I don't think I was ever truly dry and I have brusies and scratches from racing through obstacle courses and participating in this intense tug-of-war. Besides, I got to see and hang out with my best friend whom I hadn't seen a month or two. That's always a plus.

I haven't stopped my Photography Passion Week. Tell me what you think!




May 26, 2009

Photography Passion Week

is a week designed by yours truly and my awesome friend, Kai, to prove to my mom I am serious about photography so that I can the really good camera I wanted. It's not a light matter because it does cost so much and money is tight.

Yeah, you guessed it. I will be taking photos everyday this week and posting them on here. I started this yesterday and will go through this upcoming Sunday. Who knows, maybe I'll continue on throughout the summer.

Only two more days of school left. I think I am going to the end-of-the-school-year party after all, and I hope I pass the Spanish exam tomorrow because I really do not feel like studying. My oldest brother posted a puzzling facebook status and Will, the guy I kinda sorta like/liked, kinda sorta held my hand kinda sorta longer than intended. At least I intended. Got an 85 on the exam in English, but my average for the semester is a dandy 96. I'm running out of things to say other than I hope you like my pictures, I'll comment people back as soon as I can, and I had quesadillas for dinner.

Okay, I just liked this one. It's a really nice photo, probably one of the best with the camera I have now, and I took it by accident. [Hence the grimace.]



May 24, 2009


Oooh, my hair feels so soft. Haha, I was just playing with bangs as if they were the hair on a troll. No idea what I'm talking about? Here's a picture/visual aid.
Yeah, kinda like that, except my hairs brown, of course. [But that lime green is pretty awesome! ^o^]

To spare any long, drawn-out story, I met this cute guy at Target last night. All we did was talk about ipod nano accessories, with my mom there, but I felt like he thought I was a complete skeptic and it didn't go well. Eh, he probably has a girlfriend and no interest in me, whatsoever. As my dad says, "no harm, no foul."

I think I'm going to attend this end of the school year party at Swanny/Aniesa's church. It's absolutely free and sounds like a lot fun. That day's already pretty hectic for me, though. I have to go to dentist right after school to get a filling. I do not like my new hygienist. She tried to make too much small talk last time I went, while, oh yeah, she was working on my teeth. I wasn't in the easiest position to be coherent!

Regardless, I tried to get Nikki to come to the party, yet she informed me of two things today that will alter the liklihood. One, she is sick. I feel even worse than I normally would because I had finally gotten over my dreadful fever and second, she might be getting a perm and there's a guarantee we'd get wet, plus it might rain. Oh well, maybe I just won't go.

I have an interest in going outside and taking pictures. I have the day off from school tomorrow because it's Memorial Dae here in the US, so maybe I'll do that then. I haven't gotten the Nikon P90 like my mom and I discussed well over two months ago, now. I suppose I'll keep playing this waiting game and in meantime earn a decent amount of money babysitting. That's my plan.

Now I really want to steal my mom's Paul Simon CD and maybe find other good songs to listen to on repeat.

P.S. I decided to post my painting.

May 20, 2009

I know you're an artist.

My group had to present our history project today in class. It counted as our final exam grade and all of us were sweating bullets. I almost started laughing, when after we concluded, and the teacher made comment of us "having practiced a lot." Uh, psh, no. We didn't practice at all! Which makes me wonder what we would've gotten had we actually. I'm guesstimating we made a low A on the whole project, though today was technically a seperate portion of it. It truly doesn't make or break me.

I calculated I need an 82 on my regular math exam this Friday to pass with an A for the semester. Not too difficult, I reason. Especially if you take in to account having done much better on tests to begin with. There's a Pre-AICE English Writing exam this upcoming Friday, too. We have to write an essay, doing our best to guess what they'll award marcs for. It should be a breeze; I can write well enough.

Only five more days of school for me and three out of those five are purely exam days and we get out early. Woot, woot!

My turtles' drawing is locked in a display case down at the school board building. I suppose that's okay, so long as I get them back eventually. Preferably before I graduate high school. Ha-ha. But it's fine. Now even more can admire. I feel incredibly accomplished. After all, that was my first drawing, shading and everything.

In other art news, I had finished my flower painting a while ago, though my teacher just now finished putting a matte on it for me. Again, this is my first ever painting.

I'd love to show a picture of it, but I'm hesitant about copyrights and the like. It's not THAT good, but you never know. I apologize.

May 15, 2009

Yeah, I saw sparks.

I don't quite know what consitutes a living hell. I want to say I've been through one, but no, probably not. I've just felt hopeless and baffled enough to have. I can't exactly pin-point what put me over the edge. Hipocracy, perhaps?

I found myself being talked about in whispers during aerobics. I marched right up to the people and said, "I know you think it's kind to talk about people, but it's not." They claimed they couldn't hear me the first time I said it and I stood there, unable to muster up enough courage to say it again. Then they came clean and told me my gym shorts were on backwords. I almost cried. Why they didn't mention it to me to begin with, I have no clue. Why they even had to say anything to their friend, I have no clue. The fact that they were laughing, at my expense, pisses me off. I've suffered a lot of open humilation for no reason. Did I do something in my past life?

Blasted AIM, preventing me and Nikki talking. I'd happily call her up except she lost her voice. I can't believe it's already 10:00. [P.M., that is.] My brother is reading the latest, not to mention final, book in the Pendragon series first. I suppose that's fair; he does read faster.

I need a hug.

*song credit: "Your Ex-Lover Is Dead"--Stars.
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Oh, and I've made this much progress today.

May 10, 2009


I feel like the only time I'm really living is in my dreams. Everything else is fake. Pointless. I wish I could go off and have adventures without worry about sustaining any injuries. If I had my passport, unlimited money and my way, I'd be in Scotland right now. Alas, none of that is under my personal control. I find it as equally fascinating as frustrating how little one person can change society or even their own life. There will always be opposition and that "ripple effect", won't there?

I wonder the sights my brother is taking in while in South Africa. Has it altered his world view? He's been overseas before to England and France on a school trip. And he traveled to Mexico not last but the summer before. All this talk makes me want to go to California again. There or Chicago, Seattle or heck, New Hampshire to see my grandparents. My other brother leaves for Michigan at the end of the month. Hope he has a good time.

I watched Mamma Mia! with my mom last night mainly because Tina Fey mentioned it on 30 Rock. We agreed to never see again to avoid the torture that is Pierce Brosnon singing. I also couldn't get over the fact that he's put on a little more weight since his Remington Steele days. Yes, you're right, it has been several years. I still respect him as an actor, no doubt. Haha.

Hopewell, New Jersey, summer of 2008.

May 04, 2009


I am taking a small break from finishing editing my groups history project powerpoint.

I'm a little disapointed we're not doing anything fiesta-ish in Spanish class to celebrate Cinco de Mayo tomorrow. No, no, we get to take a test. I had been planning on having to take it today since we reviewed for it last Friday. Oh well. Chances are good I won't forget all the terms, grammar and whatnot in a day.

For English we get to write a letter addressed to an incoming freshman about the Cambridge program. Kind of ironic because it is one our last grades for the year and it will then be one of their first to come literally track us down based off the mention of our interests in the letter and the hint of whether or not we're female or male. Sounds absurd, but personally I'm intrigued to see how it all works out.

I need more water and I have yet more homework not to neglect. Unfortunately.