Today is Lorraine's sweet sixteen party, oh joy. It's supposed to be semi-formal, so I have to wair some type of skirt or dress or something. *dies* All I have in my closet are five jean skirts, a really, really cute white dress that I got in 8th grade but never wore yet it still fits me, and a bunch of fancy-dansy tops that would go great with a skirt. Derrrr yeah, I didn't go too fancy. I've decided to wear a semi-faded jean skirt of mine, a baby blue tank top [Lorraine's party theme is baby blue and EVERYTHING is baby blue, so I'll blend in! wooh]. Here's a picture:



Blegh. I was going for the "wannabe Rinoa look from FFVIII". I always wanted to cosplay as her. *_*

Oh yeah, there's going to be A LOT of food at Lorraine's party, so I plan on not eating anything from last night to 4 o'clock today so I could PIG OUT.

TEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE.

*evil laugh*

BRUHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

..........

I'm hungry. ;_;

Christina really pisses me off. GOD DAMNIT. I don't even know where to start. Okay, first of all, Christina is the 17 year old sophmore that went out with that 45 year old dude that was already divorced and already had three children. Clear? Crystal. Anywho... on a previous blog, I already explained how FIDGETINGLY annoying she can be, I.E., when she spent the night at my house after running away from her own house [she TOLD me that her parents kicked her out.... liar]. But yeah, that night that she spent the night, her parents came over to my house and told the truth. I even went to the police station with Christina and her parents [I didn't even have to. I just went with her to be a good friend, and to give her support]. I WAITED THERE FOR FUCKING TWO HOURS. Shit. That's when I found out everything about Christina's boyfriend.... before, she fucking lied to us all and told us that her boyfriend was only 23. Fucking shit. It pisses me off just thinking about how much she lies.

But anywho... she's not supposed to see that guy again, talk to him, blah blah blah and she fucking gave her word to ME, her PARENTS and the POLICE. We went through sooooo much fucking shit that night. That was the night when I was hella hella hella sick, I already felt like shit, and UGH. asfjlajdsflajsd fl;aws;uoidsaufj o;uidsafo;i FUCKING SHIT. [Okay... getting a little too mad]

BLAH.

So yeah, she's not supposed to talk to him. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I FOUND OUT?!??!?! She has been using Ashley's phone, other people's phone, and the pay phone at school just to call her stupid 45-year old boyfriend. HOLY SHIT?!??!?! God. Fucking... shit... You don't know how pissed off I was when I found out. I really, really, can NEVER trust Christina ever again. Fucking shit. And you don't know how much she pisses me off, really. She has A.D.D. or something, and never listens to what anyone says. She's part of the routine for Lorraine's party. For our routine, we have a little upside-down V formation, Christina and Ashley are in the front, I'm in the middle with Steph and Lorrain is in the very middle of all of us. From the very beginning till now, Christina STILL doesn't have the routine memorized... she has problems with the beat... and she keeeeeeeeps getting too close to the middle, making the upside down V formation waaaay too skinny, and no matter how many times our dance teacher tells her, no matter how many times me and Lorraine yell at her, SHE WOULD ALWAYS JUST ROLL HER EYES AND PRETEND THAT SHE WAS LISTENING TO WHAT WE WERE INSTRUCTING HER. Dude. Lorraine paid so much for these dance classes, and she's not even fucking takingn it seriously. She never takes anything seriously. Dude, she's 17 and she's in fucking FRESHMAN P.E. because she failed it last year, due to LACK OF COMMITMENT AND WORK. She's just lazy. She just doesn't care.

I remember yesterday after school when I confronted her about talking to the old man that she calls her boyfriend. I didn't ease into the subject all sneaky-like, I just went for the fucking kill. Screw the formalities. This is how the conversation went:

Me: "Hey, Christina. What are you doing still talking to your boyfriend?"
Christina: "What?"
Me: "What are you doing still talking to your damn boyfriend?"
Christina: "Huh? Who told you?"
Me: "It's not important."
Christina: "Well, so what?
Me: "DUDE, after all that shit? What the hell are you doing?"
Christina: "SO?"
Me: *pissed off* "HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT SCREW THIS" *walks off*

Stupid bitch was fucking giving me attitude. Does she not know that if she really, really pisses me off, that I will fucking tell her parents? Well yeah, she turned 18 now, but she STILL lives under her parent's fucking roof and if she really does want to be with that idiot of a boyfriend of hers, then they will definitely kick her out. They can legally do that now. She better fucking watch her attitude unless she wants me to reaveal EVERY SINGLE LIE that she told her parents. I will fucking do it, I don't care. I try to be such a fucking good friend to her, and all she gives me back is attitude. Fuck this shit.

Honestly, from now on, if she does ANYTHING that pisses me off to the final degree, I will tell her parents. You don't know how much her dad loves me, too. He trusts me more than he trusts Christina, BECAUSE I DON'T LIE ABOUT EVERY INSIGNIFICANT DETAIL. Even her parents told me and my friends that Christina is a compulsive liar AND a thief. They told their daughters friends that she was a thief. And yeah, it's true. Christina stole over 200 dollars from Lorraine after Lorraine took her in her own house, defying her parents, and sneaking her into her room. And what does Christina do in return... oh! I know! STEAL.

Shit.

I didn't go to school on Tuesday because I was feeling "sick". Well yeah, I faked it because I went to sleep at 2 in the morning that day doing my homework [in which I didn't even finish] so I felt like total shit. I told my mom that I had diarreah [sp?] and that I was afraid to shit my pants during Health and Fitness, where we do Yoga everyday, and I really didn't want to get in trouble by my other teachers for going to the bathroom every 5 minutes. She got mad because I missed enough school already from all of my dentist appointments, so she started yelling. Eventually, she realized that she had been yelling for way too long and I would have been late to school anyway, so she just told me to clean. She stayed for an extra thirty minutes at home watching me clean my house like a fastidious nerd, just in case I [or she] decides that I should go to school.

I didn't, though... until my last class [Art]. Me and the others were supposed to have a dance meet afterschool, where we would meet at the lockers so that Lorraine could give us a ride to her house. I got there, and Ashley told me that Lorraine had to go home early because she was feeling sick. So yeah... I was a little bitter, because I practically went to school for nothing, but at least I got to hang out with Ashley afterschool. We were walking to her house after Art class, when Jordan offered us a ride.

So la di da da da... Ashley asks if she could drop us off at Safeway so we could get something to eat. I ended up buying her a liter of soda since she didn't have any money, and myself, some cookies. We walked to her house, watched some foreign French, German and Italian films, we watched Opera, some other talk show, and Ashley FRIED top ramen. Well, she boiled it first like you're supposed to, but afterwards, she put it in a frying pan and stir-fried it. It was quite good. ^^;;

After that, I took the bus home plopped onto the couch and started watching more T.V. Wow. GOOD THING I DON'T HAVE BASKETBALL ANYMORE, OR ELSE MY SCHEDULE WOULD BE PACKED! Blah. I did my homework, watched American Idol, thought that batch realyl sucked, got bitter, did more homework and went to sleep.

End of Tuesday. <-

-> Begin Wednesday. I was going to pull off my sick routine again, but I decided that I should just go to school and be a good student. *trying to remember what happened yesterday* Oh! During Health, our teacher hypnotised us. Yup. Our class went to the Little Theater, we layed down [not next to each other] on the floor, and Mr. Adams turned off all the lights and started telling us what to do. It didn't really feel like I was being hypnotised. He was just telling us to curl and stretch our toes, flex and unflex our muscles, etc etc etc. It was supposed to relieve stress. But after he was instructing us to flex and un-flex our muscles and crap, he told us to imagine ourselves floating above our bodies--then flying out the roof, looking down at the theater, blah blah blah. I think I was the only person in the room to know that he was trying to teach us astral projection. o_O;; He didn't really say that he was doing it, nor explained ANYTHING about astral projection, but I think he was just instructing us how to do it, without telling us what it was.

After that, we had a silence time and he played some classical music. He played the piano song, Canon in D, a song that really means a lot to me, because 1. I can play it on the piano 2. It reminded me of my old Shoreline [Jr. High] days and 3. It reminded me of my grandfather and Mr. Fred [my music teacher in Shoreline.. he was like a grandfather to me]. I started crying at the beginning of the song throughout the end. While others claimed that they were flying above the skies, and others thought they were walking alongside the beach, I was crying because I was imagining my grandfather dying and Mr. Fred playing the piano--then imagining HIM dying. Bah. Death comes to me in my dreams way too often. I would go on forever telling you guys about every single dream that I had that would show anyone close to me [including me] dying or suffering.

Anywho, I have to go real soon because my mom wants her computer back. But after school on Wednesday, I just practiced the dance routine with the rest of the people doing it, went home, did homework, watched American Idol and cracked up on all of the shitty singers, and I went to sleep.

End Wednesday. <-

-> Start Today.

We had a sub for Health today. He was really stupid... and during savasannah, [a time period when we just lie down on our towels and have a peacefull moment of 15 minutes just lying there] he told us to lie there for only 5 minutes, with all the lights on [we're used to it off]. So when he left the room, I ran to the light switch and turned ALL of the lights off in the gym. He came back, got all pissed, and turned the lights on----THE WRONG WAY. So, we waited an extra 15 minutes waiting for EACH AND EVERY light to heat up and turn back on. What a kooky kook. But yeah, Tori, Lorraine and I were just laughing about how stupid he was. We were also laughing during savasannah, as we watched the lights go on one by one like a bunch of little bulbs pooping blotches of light on the ceiling.

I can hear my mom getting out of the bathroom. I gotta go, I'll blog tommorow...

Late.

Adorable blog of the moment

Inner Balance

Aww! This blogger is soooo adorable.... cute upper left picture, nice and neat layout, good color balance. And best of all, it was by an old lady! She's like in her 50's. Wow, when I first glanced at this blogger, I thought it was done by a teenager. She has the stylish taste of a person in her early twenties, and she talks as if she can fit into a clique in high school. This woman is awesome.

Look at her 100 things about me page. Isn't she just the most adorable old lady that you have ever seen? haha ^^;; okay, so she's not that old. She's actually younger than my mom, but yeah. That's really awesome how much webdesigning skills that she has. She totally broke the stereotypical sugar-cookie grandmother that most people would think about if they saw a picture of her. So adorable!

Oh yeah, that reminds me. [out of the blogger subject] I'm going to ask Christina's mom if she could hook me up with a job at a local retirement home. Christina told me that when she started working there at the age of 15, she got paid over 17 dollars an hour. Wow. I would be happy if I got paid half of that. o_O;;

Anywho. Today, I stopped by the Boardwalk to my old work and returned in some old work shirts. They gave me twenty dollars for two of the shirts that I returned.. the other two weren't registered, so I probably just borrowed it from someone or something. After that, I went to the arcade for a bit and played some DDR EX and PIU. After one of the songs on PIU was over, this punk-ass white skater boy turned around and yelled to his friend, "Some people just have no lives". Fucking. BAHHHH. I was about to go and jump him and start punching his face, or at least push him around a little bit and yell at him to say that to my face, but the little shit disappeared while LeAnne from the Boardwalk was trying to stop me. Stupid little absent-minded ignorant juvenile lacking of a brain moronic brainless shitface full of idiocy. Bah. I asked LeAnne's friend [err... forgot her name] what the time was, and I realised that I had to be at Lorraine's house in fourty minutes.

I go running towards the bus center, waited there for about 15 minutes and took the bus to my school [there was no bus that would take me to Lorraine's house]. From there, I started walking and I passed by the neighborhood that I grew up in. I looked like that guy from the "Singin' in the Rain" Broadway thing. But of course, it wasn't raining [thank God]. I passed by the SPCA, which closed down due to lack of fundings. I really wanted to work there for community service, too. Cry.

But seriously, I almost did cry when I passed Carrie's house. Carrie was the girl that died on September 22nd of 2001, along with her sister. She and her entire family was driving home in the rain, comming from some volounteer church thing. Some drunk of an idiot mother was driving in back of them, DRUNK, with her KIDS, and she fucking crashed onto their car [I'm not sure of the details]. So yeah, Carrie's parents were in front, while she and her sister sat in back. She and her sister immediately died. Her parents couldn't even bury her, because of her outer physical condition. Blahhhh. I'm against creme-mating [bleh I'm too lazy to spell correctly at the moment]. If anyone in my family died, I would have them get buried, so I could visit their graves. But yeah, it's a little creepy when you have to see that vase everyday in your living room. I would always get the chills and I would never be able to sleep at night.

I feel so sorry for Carrie's parents. Both of their daughters--their only kids--died on the same day. Fucking shit. It's not fair, I tell you. Not fair. They were good Christians, they always volounteered for everything, Carrie and Mandy [Carrie's sister] were FUCKING good kids. They were perfect. They were really nice, smart, beautiful. Fucking shit. The day that I found out about their deaths is the day that I really started hating God. Actually, even worse, I started NOT believing in him. That bastard. Religion is a bastard. I hate it. It makes you do wierd shit, believe in wierd shit, and DIE believing in SHIT. Bah. I should stop now before I get really pissed and start ranting about other shit that pissed me off today. Well, there was only one other thing, but that's not a big deal and I really don't care about it.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I just realised that the webmaster of diversionz got a tad bit offended by my little comment about his shitty background for his blogger and ultimately changed it to black. Well, if I'm such a bad blog critique, why did he even bother changing his blogger? What a little hypocrite.

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People that get offended over what I say on this Blogger is a fucking moron. I critiqued that person's site merely because I was bored, and when I see something hideous while I'm bored, I say comepletely what is in my mind. I don't give a shit what that guy has to say, and if his stupid little image wasn't as big as he had made it, I would have left it on my blogger. But yeah, unlike other people, I actually *do* care about how my blogger's layout looks. That image "totally" cramped my style. *rolls eyes*

If you suffer from severe idiocy and you happened to miss my disclaimer on the side which oh-so-very-much stands out on my black background, here it is:

I offer to you a small window into my life and my thoughts, nothing more. What I write is only what I choose to tell, there is much I choose not to reveal. Please remember that. I offer you not much, thus I shall not ask for much. I only wish for you to respect my opinions. If you do not wish to be bounded by such a contract, then ignore this journal and move on.

I write when I have something to say: a rant to relieve stress, a rambling to cure boredom, or a rhetoric to lessen depression. I can be diagnosed as a schizophrenic [everyone is, they're just afraid to show their true colors sometimes :P]. There are many layers to me. I change emotions in less than seconds, at anytime--anywhere. I do it subconsciously, without even knowing it. Other than that, I'm just a person with a voice, a fondness for change, and an odd way of doing things.


Love,

Mil

P.S.:

Sweetheart, I'm a girl. I'm just some little Asian girl that hurt your widdle feelings. But you also hurted my feelings because you called me a "he". Cry cry cry cry cry. Please excuse me now so I could go sulk on my pink, little bed and cry my eyes out while re-thinking my life.

OMFG YOU ARE SO WITTY IT MAKES ME CRY.

CRY.

¬_¬

Cool blog of the moment

words of my neighborhood

*applauds* This person has what I like to call, a good blog. His photographs are so artistically beautiful, it makes me want to cry. I mean hell, he made art out of his freaking curtains. All he did was photograph it in some wierd angle, and voila. Instant art. Very good. The lighting is good, the proportions are good, and the way that he cut off the wall and left the left of the picture [the curtain] as if it were to extend in infinity is great.

I like the way he did the links. It fits in with the layout. I remember seeing a bright, yellow blog and God awful graphics, even LIGHTER link colors, so you could barely even read what the url says, and the mouse-over of the link would be the same color as the background, so there becomes absolutely NO HOPE in seeing what you are about to click on. The only thing that I can find wrong with this blogger is his "guestbook", which is actually a little mini shout-out box. And it's blue. o_O;; It would look a lot better if it was colored with multiple greens, but whatever. I'm just fastidious.

Awful/pretty god damn bad bloggers and websites of the moment

Here's another blogger/personal site that I found while blog hopping:

DiVERSiONZ :: a fine collection of inordinate, news, views, issues & amusements

One word: hideous. The background is completely and utterly ghastly. It looks like some wierd bong color, squashed watermellon, or the front of some rip-off reggae t-shirt. Wow, Bill Clinton? That sure is histerically funny. I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW FUNNY IT IS! So funny, it makes me want to hurl on my computer monitor. Seriously. How can anyone find comedy on a picture of our former president, holding up the title of the webpage, "Diversionz"? HE'S NOT EVEN TOUCHING THE GOD-DAMNED LETTERS! Is he using some kind of invincible string or something? And the color of this person's scroll bar... ugh. NEXT!

This person's "fine collection" of amusement is pretty damn corny. Here's an example of one of his/her "TEH FUNNIES":

[removed picture]

Oh my fucking God. [Talking to the webmaster of diversionz] Well, sorry if I was too lazy to re-upload that shitty picture of yours. -_-;;

Awful/pretty god damn bad bloggers and websites of the moment

Hi! I'm a terrible person and sometimes I pray for death. So, here is a moment that gives reason to that fact: I will critique some of the bloggers that I find on Blog Snob, and tear it apart like a FOB to a basket of balut. Damnit, my mom and step-dad just came through the door and they're kicking me out. I have two minutes to criqute this girl's blog:

It's pretty good, but the way that she made the freaking layout with an absolute background that DOES NOT fit with the way she layed out her entries. I mean, look at it. The "Creative Chicks" thing gets all hidden away as soon as you scroll down. Very un-appealing. Secondly [about the background], the girl's foot is cut off from the blog entries. It may not be a big deal, but to me, it's really ugly and it just ruins that cool picture of that girl. [mom yelling]

Her gallery.

Wow. How very un-asthetically pleasing. Her ugly background repeats and repeats, sometimes clashing with her text. AGAIN, the foot of the girl in the background is yet cut off IN EVERY SINGLE REPEAT. Holy shit.

Her message board.

Again, wow. How the hell can she call her website, "Creative Girls", when she uses the same picture layout for every single page? [mom yelling some more and threating to manually turning off the computer. fuck.] I mean, it's okay if you use the same theme [it actually looks a hell of a lot better that way, than varying themes from page to page], but could you at least obtain another picture? All she did for the message board banner was, use the same font for "Creative Girls", use the same picture and resize it a couple of times, flip one of them, and voila. That's her message board layout. It's pretty fucking lame, if you ask me.

Okay, I really have to go. Late.