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Weekie weekie wah wah! W000000t my head and tooth ache is almost all gone! Woooh. It still hurts when I clank my right upper and lower teeth together, but at least I can eat.. very.. slowly... kekekekekeke. I can eat again! *hugs Advil* Anywho.... after I clean, I'm going to the flower shop right across from 7-11 to buy my mom a "Welcome Home!" balloon and some flowers. I already bought her this fish for Christmas... since she gave all three of our birds to my stepdad in Las Vegas to keep him company. She loves having pets, and since we can't have dogs or cats, I got her a Betta fish. ^.^ After I get her flowers, I might take the bus to the Boardwalk and/or go downtown to get something to eat.

Mmmmmm.

Foooooooooooooood.

You know what? My New Years resolution was just to stop eating meat for like a year [I've done it for 6 months before] top eating candy, and brush my teeth FOUR TIMES A FREAKING DAY. But after talking to my mom last night on the phone... us not yelling.. us just having a normal voice conversation... I don't know. It was a good feeling. I guess we didn't fight that time because her voice was really calm, my voice was really calm [my head hella hurt and if I started yelling, it would start throbbing] and it was just nice. Therefore.. I'm adding to my New Year's resolutions. From here on, I will try my best to be nicer to my mom... get a long with her.... and maybe she'll do the same to me. Even if she does things that upset me... not caring about the stuff that I do and stuff.. but yeah, I'm really craving a real mother-daughter relationship right now. My cousins and her mom [my aunt] all have good relationships with each other. I just witnessed them being hella kind to each other, never fighting, I just felt a homy-feeling of relief. I want that for my mom and I. I WAS trying to be nice to my brother, but he kept yelling at me anyways... so I would yell back. I would understand how he would be in a bad mood all the time, since he himself had headaches and stomach aches this week as well. I guess it's because the two of us aren't properly eating... I mean, when my mom is here, she would at least cook, you know? She would even cook two different things for him and I. He never eats vegetables, and I LOVE eating vegetables... so she would make two different courses for dinner/lunch.

My mom does have some faults among her... but hell, so do I. So yeah... I'll be nicer to her and stuff. ^.^ But don't get me the wrong way, just because I'm being nicer to my mom doesn't mean I'll be nice to everyone now. That would be so fucking fake. I remember trying to be nice to everyone... trying to be everyone's friend.... I was so fake. I hated the feeling. I was just naturally full of hate, I guess.

Anywho... yeah. Last night, when I was talking to my mom [while Christina was on the computer], she told me that my grandmother was in the hospital. I was all shocked... and she thought I knew already. My grandmother went to the hospital on freaking New Year's Eve and she's still in the hospital as I type. God damn. Honestly, I swear my family has like a wierd curse about bad things happening on holidays. First of all, my real dad died on Valentines day when I was three. My grandfather died on Christmas Eve when I was four, and just last year during the Christmas break, my mom and brother got in a freak car accident... I honestly didn't think they would survive. I was sooooo worried that week... and I think some of you may remember the thread I made on DDR Freak called, "Will my brother live?"

Ugh. To much drama. Too much fucking drama. Maybe this is why my insignificant little mind is full of so much grudge and hatred. And that's not even an EIGTH of my problems, either. Come to think of it, I think my schizophrenia is also caused by my past. Heh. It's wierd.. I didn't even realize it until I went to L.A. My cousins were actually the ones that pointed it out. They told me that I was really unpredictable... like, I could be anti-social and not want to talk to anyone, then two minutes later, I'm bouncing up and down the house being all hyper, two minutes later I'm helping my cousin out with computer problems and being really nice and considerable, then the two minutes after that, I'm yelling at another cousin for being annoying... but after that, I would laugh and apologize and tell them that I was kidding.

Why am I so wierd...? x_o;

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Holy shit, Christina is such a fucking liar. First of all, she told all of us that she was KICKED out of her house the day she went to Lorraine's house, but in reality, her mom GAVE HER A DECISION. Her mom said, "I'll give you a choice of either staying with us and not talk to your boyfriend anymore, or if you really want to talk to him that bad, just leave and get outta here."

Do you know how I found out? Well... she came over from Lorraine's house yesterday morning, right? She told me how her mom "kicked her out" and all that crap, so I felt a little pity for her. Although, I wasn't really much of a host, since my head and teeth was hurting reaaalllyy bad and I hadn't eaten in like a day and a half [but other than that, I kept taking pills for my tooth and head aches... blah blah blah] so I just told her, do whatever you want... go online... whatever. She was online the entire day, on the phone the entire day [she was talking to the boyfriend that she's not supposed to be with] and she was just pissing me off, so I slept all day. Oh yeah! Another thing that she lied about... HER FUCKING BOYFRIEND IS FUCKING 45 YEARS OLD. She lied to us.. to ALL her friends, to her parents... she told Lorraine that he was turning 23, she told me that he was 25... but when we were at the police, she told them the truth [for once] and told them that he was really 45 years old. Plus, he's already fucking DIVORCED and has FOUR KIDS. What the hell?!??!??! She's only 17! Dude... I was talking to my friend Lorraine about this and we were just sooooo pissed at what she's done. Oh! Do you know what she did to Lorraine?!?!?! After Lorraine being kind enough to take her in the day she was "kicked out", Christina fucking STOLE two hundred dollars from her. WTF?! And earlier, on New Years Eve, she stole like 7 dollars from Lorraine, too. Dude. And do you know what she did while she was at my house? She was "trying" to be nice and all and asked me if I wanted her to cook me something, and I was like... sure. So, she goes downstairs, gets out our hella RUSTY black pan and fried scrambled eggs with it. When she got back upstairs and gave me the scrambled eggs and rice, I was like...
"Uhh, is that pepper on the eggs?"
Christina: "Umm, no."
Me: "Dude, did you use our rusty pan?"
Christina: "Yes"
Me: *gags* OMG I can't believe you were going to let me eat that! Dude Christina... that's just wrong."

The freaking scrambled eggs had black stuff ALL OVER IT... it looked like fucking ants. I actually threw up after seeing it and almost eating it, too. Uggghhhhhh. Throwing up is a bad feeling. I hate it. And then this morning, the phone started ringing and woke me up at like 7 AM. I was like... wtf... [my head was hurting sooooooo bad] and it was CHRISTINA talking to some other guy from VIRGINIA. I was like... "Dude, how many GUYS did you give my number too? Fuck, Christina... they BETTER not be calling me when my mom gets back or else she'll flip out" So after that, I go downstairs, brush my teeth, and go back upstairs to tell Christina to just go home. I told her that I had to clean today and I had hella stuff to do before my mom gets back. She freaking gets all mad and gets all her stuff ready with a freaking grudge! WTF? I let it slide.. since my headache would have gotten worse if I started yelling at her how she pissed me off the day before and this morning. I was laying down on the bed when she left, trying to sleep. When I woke up, I found hella garbage that she left in my room. HER FREAKING PANTS AND UNDERWAIR WERE STILL ON MY FLOOR, and her drinks were EVERYWHERE.

WHAT IN THE BLAZING SHIT (*&*(&&#($%^#%^$

I'm so pissed off at her right now. STEALING two hundred dollars from the friend that has done so much for her, MAKING A MESS in the house of the friend that took her in, even if she had a major head and tooth ache and pissing her off the entire time she was here.... she has fuckin crossed the line. Dude. I just don't know what we're gonna do with her once school starts, man.

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Is This It
By The Strokes

Can't you see I'm trying, I don't even like it
I just lie to get to your apartment
Now I'm staying there just for a while
I can't think 'cause I'm just way too tired

Is this it...
Is this it?
Is this it

Said they'd give you anything you ever wanted
When they lied I knew they were just stable
Children trying hard not to realise I was sitting right behind

Dear can't you see, it's them it's not me
We're not enemies, we just disagree
If I was like him, all dissing his Pa
He changes his mind, says I went too far
We all disagree I think we should disagree, yeah

Is this it...
Is this it?
Is this it?

Can't you see I'm trying, I don't even like it
I just lie to get to your apartment
Now I'm staying there just for a while
I can't think 'cause I'm just way too tired

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I am NOT pangit: Bye.

*block*

A minute later...

SjPhamT: talk shit and blocked me huh
SjPhamT: stupid

I am NOT pangit: Listen, moron. I don't exactly have any time right now to deal with idiots like you. I have other things that I have to do. If I was bored and my friend wasn't just kicked out of her house, if my stomach, teeth and head wasn't hurting, I would play along and pretend to be some BoPpEr moron like the rest of the teen-age deprived children of the Internet. But no, I DO have other shit I have to take care of.
I am NOT pangit: So if you wish, keep talking.
I am NOT pangit: I'll just ignore you.
I am NOT pangit: I won't even bother blocking you this time.
SjPhamT: whatever foo

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SjPhamT: peace nigga





AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA what a moron.

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Anywho.... ahh, fuck. Now, not only does my head and teeth hurt, but my stomach started hurting moments after I ate a Cup of Noodle. Fuck. I exactly didn't eat anything for like a day and a half now, except about 9 tablets of Tylenol... man... I kept taking them one after the other just for a few hours of blissfull moments that didn't consist of migranes or toothaches. Then, around 4 or so, I went to 7-11 to buy some Advil [I only had about four tablets of Extra Strength Tylenol left] and a couple of things of 'Cup of Noodle'. So I go home, go back online, take one tablet of Advil. I get kind of hungry a fouple of hours later, so I ate one of my Cup of Noodle, right? Well... since I hadn't had anything in my stomach other than painkillers and H20, right after I finished eating the Cup of Noodle, my stomach started hurting... and is still hurting. Blagh. It's nothing like cramps or anything, I ugh... can actually feel the pain in my intestines. My face is pale, but at least my head and teeth aren't hurting, right? And just a few minutes ago, my brother asked me if he could have one of the Cup of Noodles that I bought... in return, he would let me have a couple of his prescribed Vicavin [I think it's illegal to buy it without a special prescribtion]... Vicavin is a really strong pain killer, and he was like, "Don't blame me if you pass out and never wake up"

Oh yeah. Most of you are probably wondering why my eating habits or whatever are being kind of wierd.. but yeah, remember when I blogged about going to L.A. to visit my cousins for Christmas? My mom dropped me off there in SoCal [hahahahaha. she can't stand going through another hellish Christmas with her mistakes aka me and my brother. She LOVES my sister] and she went off to Las Vegas [where my stepdad lives] to spend Christmas with him. Well, I was supposed to stay in SoCal with my cousins in Westlake, but my cousins in Palmdale were going to drop off my cousin in Santa Cruz on the 29th of December since he goes to UCSC and he has school on the 3rd. They were planning on going to Vacaville with my Auntie Fe [the scary one] so I decided to go with them, since the only thing I did in Westlake was play DDR with my cousins that only RECENTLY started playing DDR and are still on light [aka basic]. It was hell I tell you... hell. Anywho, they drop off my cousin, right? My Uncle said that he didn't want to go back to Santa Cruz FROM Vacaville after spending New Years Eve there, so I had a choice of going with them to Vacaville, staying there until my mom goes back home so SHE can pick me up.... but shit. Staying with Auntie Fe? Hell fucking no. So, I asked my uncle if he could just drop me off at my house. This was last Sunday.

Clear? Clear. I go to Milpitas/Vallejo with Isaac on Monday, we spend the night there, spent New Years Eve at home, worked on my blogger layout last night, and here I am. Wow.. Blogging actually helped me forget about my stomach pain. Ugghhh no wait, it's comming back. Hah. But other than my own drama, my friend, Christina, [the one with the 24-year old boyfriend that lives in San Diego] got in trouble. Well okay. I'm not really making much sense here, since I'm starting to get a little light headed... but her boffriend came up here to visit her [they usually go to a Motel to have sex or whatever... ugh] and her parents found out, right? They kick her out of the house, yadda yadda yadda, she's currently staying with my friend Lorraine. What does this have to do with me you ask? Well.. Lorraine is going somewhere, and she asked me if Christina can stay with me. I guess I was a little bitter after hearing her ask me that, acting all sincere.. I mean, HELL, she didn't call me or talk to me this entire Winter break at all, didn't invite me to her New Years Eve party at her parent's house [probably because her mom hates me. Do you know why she hates me? Well... I was wairing a blue bandana with FLOWERS on it the first time she saw me. She thought I was part of some gang, and ever since, she's hated me. But whatever] and then.... suddenly.... "OMG CAN CHRISTINA STAY AT HOUSE HOUSE?" Bullshit. Of course, I'm letting Christina stay at my house, even though she did this to herself, even though she didn't even talk to me, even though she's a total flake along with almost all of my other Santa Cruz friends, but NONETHELESS, Christina is still my friend. I cherish my friends, even if they're really not that reliable towards me. Just because they're shitty to me doesn't mean I have to be shitty back.

Fuck. My stomach really, really, hurts. Oh gosh. And my stupid eye just started twitching. XD I can't remember what I was talking about.... my mom not caring... just leaving my brother and I here... oh yeah! She called fom Vegas yesterday, right? Two seconds into the conversation, we get into a fight. Even after a week of not talking to each other, two seconds seemed to trigger our hatred for one another and we started to fight. I can't even remember what we fought about, I just remember us yelling at each other. So... I guess her being gone is bad, but her being here is equally bad. I'm not old enough to take care of myself, and my brother is waaaaay too irresponsible to take care of HIMSELF, nonetheless, take care of me. Hell.... he just gave me his specially subscribed painkiller pills that may kill me or at least, put me in a comma especially after gulping down a half a bottle of Extra Strength Tylenol and two tablets of 200MG Advil pills on the same NIGHT. Ahahahahahahahahaha. Woooooh! The drugs are whewwwhwhwhw! lalallaalalalalaalalalalala

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These quizzes always tend to be correctly accurate, that it scares me.

My head hurts. My teeth throb.

I WANT TO FUCKING DIE. DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE. *stabs face with a 7-inch kitchen knife*. GAHHHHHHHHHH!!

BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA MY STUPID NEW BLOG LAYOUT IS FINALLY FINISHED [sort of]. I am of the.... cool-age. Like whut. =P

I wanna get out of here... gotta get out.. gotta get out.