Who the hell...

I finally get Trillian, so I'll be signing onto both AIM and MSN at the same time. Before, I really wouldn't sign onto my MSN messenger, because it took up too much of my crappy computer's memory, and, I never really talk to anyone there anymore. But yeah. Now that I sign onto MSN, I see a bunch of people on my buddy list that I don't even remember talking to. I think it's mostly because they might have added me to their list, and being the forgetable idiot that I am, I probably forgot that I added them to my list as well. I guess it was just kind of funny going, "Who the hell is this person" or "What the fuck? I dont' remember you" for a good few minutes. Good times.

I haven't blogged in a while, so I guess here's a little update, if you guys really care. [which I doubt]

Thing with Dylan
I'm still holding a grudge. I can be a really good friend, but if you piss me of... ESPECIALLY so excessively, then WHABAM. I turn awful. It really does take a lot for someone to do that to me, I mean really, really, do that to me. Sometimes, I can get pretty ticked off... but I won't hold a grudge. With my bad memory and all. Ressuming my morals to keep my Internet and Real-World attitude the same, yes, I will give evil looks to Dylan everytime I cross glances with him. Yes, I will occasionally flip him off [only if I was in a really bad mood that day], or just mad-dog him. Whatever. Correct, what's done is done... and YES, it was done. So I don't think I should drop my fucking attitude until I feel 100% cooled off.

And no, don't fucking think I'm obsessing over this. Everytime someone brings Dylan up to the discussion in school, everytime I see him, everytime I happen to update my blogger and I see that conversation with him from last Thursday, the bitterness spills over and returns. I cringe everytime something like that occurs. It's like an unexplainable feeling of disgust.

Basketbal
I just gave Danielle my check for the basketball sweatshirt orders. Wooh, I'll have my very own Harbor basketball sweatshirt with the letters, "ALBA" on the back. I AM SO COOL. We're also taking pictures for our team pose/individual pose/place in the yearbook. There's a game tommorow against Santa Cruz High, WHO HAPPEN TO BE UNDEFEATED, so yeah. We're counting on losing. Yeah! Go Harbor pride! ¬_¬

School
Only one more day, and Finals Week is almost over! ^_^! Yay, I am sooooo happy. Since I don't have an A4 class, I don't have to go to school tommorow until 10:30, and I only have my Art "final"... which is only to continue working on our crayon project. Yup. Our project is to draw, re-draw using the process of what's-it-called, and color a picture of any animal of our choice. I chose a butterfly, which sounds easy, but uhh.. hell. It is easy. Extremely effortless A, here I come. My teacher knows that I'm a 'good student', or something.. he even said it in class, when I was having juvenile fun with the people on my table, throwing paint at them. Do you know what he did? He blamed the three others that were at my table for getting my jacket all blue and ruining my rough anime sketch. They were nagged and given the evil look, while I managed to get off with praise. Hahaha. I'll say it again..... I AM SO COOL.

Family
Blagh. Our financial problems haven't blown over, and I don't think it ever will until we finally move to a cheaper place in Las Vegas. My mom's new plan is to wait until my step-dad's job in Las Vegas stabilizes so he can have his health benefits so she could quit her two accounting jobs here in Santa Cruz, have my step-dad put my brother and I in with his health benefits along with my mom so we could move to Las Vegas, where my mom could find an accounting job at one of the schools, find an apartment... then if things go well, we might even afford a house. *sigh* My mom has been having financial problems ever since my siblings and I moved here from the Philippines. We're so used to being poor now, that we don't even realise it anymore. lol. In the words of a "ghetto playah wannabe rich kid idiot poser", "We be ghetto stylin FO SHO!". Or whatever they say. ò_Ó;

Other than that crap, my mom and I are getting along just great. I'm starting to clean the house without her having to yell at me, she picks me up from my late basketball practices instead of me having to jog a mile home at 7-8 PM, we're not going for each other's throats every other day... it's been good. So far. ^_^v

Friends
One of my Santa Cruz best friends, Lorraine, is having her sweet sixteen party on the 22nd [Her real birthday is on the 20th]. She invited me and four of our other friends to participate in a little 'dance show' thing for her party. She payed 200 dollars for the owners of the dance studio in Santa Cruz [Motion Pacific] for 4-5 weekend class sessions so that her cousin [instructor at Motion Pacific], could give us private lessons, so we could develop up a routine in time for her party. So far, we've only had one session, and we're 1/4 way through the whole routine. I got there late [for the class], because I had a game from 4-5:30, when the class was from 5-6. Another problem that occured, was that I was in a WHOLE 'nother city, about 20 minutes away. The game ended early at about 5:20, and my ride was some crazy ex-biker chick [Britney's mom] and she was driving HELLA fast. Like this:

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I got there in about ten minutes... I suprised everyone, because I told them that I couldn't make it, hence my game schedule. Although, obviously, I DID make it. Marissa [the instructor] told me that I was doing good for arriving there late *cough cough*. At the end, when we were practicing what we had learned so far [all 5 of us], Ashley, Christina and Stephanie were struggling through the entire time, while Lorraine and I were breezing through it. Marissa asked me if I ever did this before [hip hop dance] and well.. I said, "Umm, a little. I guess". I told her about A.S.S., and how I always loved dancing and performing in front of my relatives ever since I was 7. So yeah.

My friends and I might go to San Jose and take studio pictures partially for Lorraine's birthday thing. Or, maybe just for fun. I'm definitely not buying some for me, but I'll just be there for the fun of it and to be with my girls. I already saved up all the lunch money that my mom gave me this week, just for a little spending money on food or something, or for the arcade. She gave me a check for 40$ for my basketball sweatshirt, only after me begging her.... and that 40 dollars came out of my birthday money [which is in June]. Every year, my mom will give me, my brother and sister a hundred dollars for our birthday. I really don't care about getting presents, and anyway... I'll be getting a job at Jamba Juice/Washington Mutal right after school ends, so yeah. I won't need that much money by then, and what good do presents to me, anyway? ^.^

And more sincerely, I would pay/give up ANY amount of money/luxury just to extend the good relationship that my mom and I are having at the moment. No longer to I feel a deep, emotional hatred for her.... no longer do I wish for my own death for being a horrible monster, I'm just happy with the way things are with me and her. If you want to refreshen your memory on how awful it used to be with me and her, I'm pretty sure an old entry from this blogger is viewable within my archives. My old blogger is still up, even though I kind of deleted my background/layout for that, the text is still there at Luscious Ass. Visit it if you want.

Okay, I think I'm done with my rants and my raves. Until the next time I decide to go online and blog, UNF A GOAT. That is all. Oh yeah, and eat some edamame [soybeans]. "LiEK WhUT"

Late.