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I made and finished Lorraine's new Blogger layout yesterday. My mom got mad at me, because after she kicked me off, I started reading. She assumed that I hadn't done my homework because I was too busy working on her layout and that I was putting other people in front of my education. I was like... "What the fuck, can't a person just read and relax after she's finished encoding and making graphics on the computer for hours and hours long? Geezus Christ."

Blah. Anywho.... yeah. I'm planning on changing the top graphics on my blogger. I reaaallllyyy don't want to work on a new layout right now for myself.. and besides, I kind of like the set-up that I have right now.

I want to kill something.

I am NOT pangit: (Link: http://server2.harborhs.santacruz.k12.ca.us/~gotmil/pictures/mataba_si_ray.jpg)
I am NOT pangit: wheeee
huskyissexy: a :Iub;iouba;reiougb;aioub at the name of the pic
I am NOT pangit: XD
huskyissexy: oh wow i am mataba
huskyissexy: XD XD XD
I am NOT pangit: lol
huskyissexy: haha do u think i look korean in that pic
huskyissexy: ?
huskyissexy: +p
I am NOT pangit: pffft
I am NOT pangit: not even
I am NOT pangit: =P
huskyissexy: yeah i look somoan
huskyissexy: damn i need to lose weight
huskyissexy: but you know what?
I am NOT pangit: lol
I am NOT pangit: hmm?
huskyissexy: im glad im still skinner than u
huskyissexy: \o/
huskyissexy: i feel so accomplished
huskyissexy: XD
I am NOT pangit: OMG!
I am NOT pangit: lol
I am NOT pangit: I know
I am NOT pangit: I need to lose weight
I am NOT pangit: I'm like
I am NOT pangit: gonna die
I am NOT pangit: of a heart attack
I am NOT pangit: =P
huskyissexy: haha yeah same here
huskyissexy: i eat too much chicken'

rawr rawr i go rawr

Okay, now I feel a little bad for calling my mom a moronic monkey. I just needed time to get over all that... work... so much... hard work. *cry* But yeah. Blegh. I won't get into it right now, I guess. But yeah! This gives me time to talk about last weekend:

I went to this Tae Kwon Do tournament with Ryan, Elena and Tina [Elena's friend]. They invited me, so I went. I didn't think it was going to be as big as it actually was; filling up the ENTIRE Aptos High gym. Imagine a normal-sized gym with bleachers from both sides----both sides, occupied full of people, while the 'center' where all the masters and competitors are judging and performing, is also full along with people that are watching the tournament.

There were 6 booths where people would do their forms, spar, etc. The form competition had three judges at each booth, along with two score-keepers. I was a score keeper at booth #6 with Ryan and I spent the entire day sitting next to him, while the masters would yell at him in Korean. Oh, gosh. So many memories. Some master asked if Ryan was Vietnamese, and would not believe him that he was Korean/Filipino. He was like, "Are you sure? You better go check. You are NO KOREAN!"

Funny.

I saw a couple of cute guys... one was this white/Asian [?] guy from Santa Cruz. Ayyyy. *drools* He's in the same grade as me, too. Anywho... we were at the tournament from 8 AM to 10 PM. After we cleaned up a bit, we drove to Elena's house and had dinner. With almost all of the masters. So yeah.... we were sitting on the living room floor eating Korean food, while these high-degree black belt masters are getting drunk and talking in Korean about golf.

After that, we [the 'kids'] went upstairs to Elena's room and went online a bit while Elena was watching Lizzy MgGuire [sp?]. Ryan was sabotaging all of my friends while I sat back and occasionally banged on the keyboard while he was typing. Good times.

I went home around 11-12, watched a movie and went to sleep at 3 AM.

Sunday

Oh god. My mom woke me up at 12 and told me to clean. After I cleaned, I tried watching a little T.V. but I was so fucking tired that I turned it off and went to sleep. I woke back up at 8PM. I was still sleepy, but I hadn't had anything to eat that entire day, so I got up and ate dinner. Then, back to sleep. I woke up again at 10:30, did my homework and went to sleep.

[/end Sunday]

Nothing really happened on Monday, except for what I already blogged/bitched about. Today was the first day of three for the California High School Exit Exam. We had the first section for English. It was really easy, but my essay at the end made NO SENSE whatsoever because I had to re-write it twice. I made a mistake the first time, because I mis-read the question wrong. I basically gave up on my second try at the essay and tried to finish it up as soon as I can.

Tommorrow, we have a half day and I plan on going to Shoreline to go visit my old music teacher and see Ryan and Elena. After school [at Shoreline], I plan on going to my neighbor's house to go visit my old dog and hang out with my old neighbor-friend-person. Yeah. I'm tired.. I want to go to sleep.

More pictures from the day before Lorraine's party! Wheeee!

I took like, two seconds on the "special effects" on these pictures. Shitty? I agree. *high five*



I would like to announce that Ashley dropped out of school and is now a full-time under-aged hooker/stripper. Hahahaha. >=P



This is what happens no one feeds me. RAWR I WILL EAT YOU ALIVE.



Wow, everyone goes on a silly pose [because that was the plan] except for the all-time idiot that is going out with a 45-year old guy idiot, Christina. Heh. It's funny how she doesn't even hang out with us anymore... now, she tags along with a bunch of Mexican girls at our school. Everyone in our group is currently making bids on how long she'll last with them, until they get sick of her and/or they realize that she only wants to use them just so that she can have sex with her boyfriend. -_-;



HOLY SHIT LORRAINE LOOKS SO SEXY IN THIS PICTURE THAT IT ALMOST MAKES ME WANT TO BECOME A LESBIAN. Hahahahaha. *thinks about it* Ewwwwwwwwwww....



Lorraine took a picture of this bird from downtown, Santa Cruz. *shakes head* Sad, sad.



PILLOW GO KILL ME NOW.



Lorraine socks me on the face and everybody laughs while Stephanie puts on her retard-face and flirts with the camera. KODAK MOMENT. [Too bad we only have a digital camera]



Sexay sexay. DX



Lorraine demonstrating what we learned in Health in Fitness. She looks just like Ms. Reber.

Kekekekekekeke.

OH MY FUCKING GOD MY MOM IS A MORONIC MONKEY.

I go on the computer for the first time since last Friday, right? Lorraine told me that she sent me more pictures from her birthday and crap, and I wanted to check them out. I look at the first picture, decide to save it and guess what?

.....

ALL OF MY FOLDERS WERE GONE.

Holy shit. Do you know how many websites I have on that one folder alone? Fucking. I had my future Blogger layouts there, too. FUCKING. I spent weeks and months on those websites and layouts and graphics that asfkdhalis ahg kh sdfj ksadfh aksdf s HOLY SHIT YOU DON'T KNOW HOW FRUSTRATED I WAS.

After a while of searching through everything, my mom gets home. I started FREAKING out and demanded where my folders are. She says that she doesn't know where it was, and later claimed that she was just trying to organize my favorites on Yahoo. HOLY SHIT?!?!??! How can you delete folders just by organizing your INTERNET FAVORITES? Oh my fucking god. She kept telling me to look at the Recycled folder, but fucking nothing was there. AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE MORONIC MONKEY DID NEXT? She tried looking for my folders from the Add/Remove program. Oh my God, how much more ignorant can you get?

I started getting even more frustrated and started crying a little. She then told me that she didn't want to see my face and that she was tired, so I STOMPED downstairs. She SLAMMED the door behind me. Shit. I started throwing a fit downstairs... started throwing pillows, slamming drawers, throwing capri suns and punching the couch. I started to calm down a little when I heard my mom going down the stairs. She told me to finish putting away the fucking groceries and I did. Then, I stomped back upstairs and tried looking for relief online. I also tried a program that Aaron gave me that recovers deleted stuff, but that was frustrating me so I quit. I then found some progs online, but I had to buy it in order to restore ANYTHING over 10kb. Then, some guy that I just met today gave me a prog that I tried, but since I still have Windows 98, it didn't work so yeah. More frustration. I feel kind of bad because some guy from MSN messenger messeged me at the fucking wrong time and even though he didn't do anything to piss me off [yet] I was a total bitch to him. Bah.

Session Start (MSN - Fiend ¬_¬:i_dig_garbage@hotmail.com): Mon Mar 03 22:14:30 2003
Guzzles McTipsy: Hello
Fiend ¬_¬: Hello..
Fiend ¬_¬: Who are you?
Guzzles McTipsy: I live neer you, I looked up people on MSN who live in the area
You were on the list
Guzzles McTipsy: My name is Chris
Fiend ¬_¬: heh
Fiend ¬_¬: I see.
Guzzles McTipsy: Yes
Guzzles McTipsy: I could not help notice your radiance so i thought I should drop a line
Guzzles McTipsy: or something to that effect
Fiend ¬_¬: My radiance?
Fiend ¬_¬: Uhh, okay.
Fiend ¬_¬: This really isn't a good time to talk to me right now, FOR I AM VERY PISSED AT NUMEROUS THINGS.
Guzzles McTipsy: Well, all is well
Guzzles McTipsy: radiance...yes
Guzzles McTipsy: Beauty
a Lustrious quality
its a compliment
Guzzles McTipsy: THANGS meaning inanomit objects which have no ability to aquire hate and no reason to receive it
Guzzles McTipsy: hasta luago sinora
*** Users currently in conversation:
*** i_dig_garbage@hotmail.com
Guzzles McTipsy: You still all pissy?
Fiend ¬_¬: Well, my mother deleted ALL OF MY FILES in which contained all of my graphics that I had done over the years, along with old and NEW website layouts.
Fiend ¬_¬: So it's understandable that I am pissed off.
Guzzles McTipsy: yes, it is
Guzzles McTipsy: that sucks
Guzzles McTipsy: luckaly I have my own computer
Fiend ¬_¬: And I am right now, being frustrated over all of these file recovery programs that suck like shit.
Guzzles McTipsy: so i do not have those worries
Fiend ¬_¬: So yes, I DON'T' WANT TO TALK RIGHT NOW.
Fiend ¬_¬: Later.

I am such a bitch. But I got a little more ticked when he messeged me and said, "You still all pissy?". THAT'S NOT REALLY SOMETHING THAT YOU SHOULD SAY SOMEONE WHEN THEY HAVE MADE IT CLEAR THAT THEY ARE PISSED OFF, IT ONLY MAKES THEM MORE BITTER THAT YOU HAVE TO FUCKING REMIND THEM. I already knew I was fucking pissed off, okay? God.

But yeah. Talking to Aaron, Lorraine, Ryan and this new [other] person that I met from MSN started calming me down. I guess I'm going to have to forget about those important fucking mcfiggy files. I'm stil bitter, but I'm going to have to fucking get over it or else I'll step into another level of insanity, which might get me into a one-way ticket to a mental hospital. Bah.